[Urban Fantasy] Lure the Flower to Sleep (Complete) - 1

A lighthearted fantasy urban comedy
about a lecherous man.
He seduces women and sleeps with them.

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Volume 1 Chapter 1 Caught in Adultery
Wanjuan Bookstore Update Time: 9-22 4:50:45 Words: 3560

When something becomes a habit, it's hard to break, including adultery. The location of adultery is also a habit, which I can't change either. So I'm often caught in bed with someone else, and there's only one result: I'm instantly defeated by the woman's husband. ----Wang Xiaoyin's words.
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In the magnificent and spacious mansion, the lights were dim, so dim that you couldn't see a person ten meters away. But I really liked this kind of lighting, especially when I was having an affair.
Listening to the melodious moans beneath me, I sped up my thrusts again. Sure enough, as expected, Xiaohe screamed pitifully as she reached the peak of pleasure, panting greedily and ecstatically, clinging to me like an octopus, preferring to suffocate rather than leave me even a little bit.
Stroking Xiaohe's fair and youthful body, I felt that my efforts over the past two weeks had not been in vain; everything had been rewarded immensely with her.
"Little Silver... ooh, you're so good, ah... I never thought it would feel this good... mmm." She seemed to use all her strength to utter these words, only to be stopped by my rapid writhing.
Xiao He is the new wife of the arrogant Mad Blade, the city lord of Zhulu City. I was surprised to find out after sleeping with her that this was her first time, both in the game and in reality. I felt sorrow for the arrogant Mad Blade, prayed and cheered for myself, and was infatuated with Xiao He.
Yes, I used the word "infatuated," something I had never experienced before among the hundreds of women I had been with. A sudden sense of fear welled up inside me, fear that I might actually fall in love with Xiao He, because this was in a game, and if it were in reality, I would be even more afraid!
"Women are more terrifying than venomous snakes!" This was the mantra I etched into my heart when I descended the mountain. I craved their bodies, yet rejected all emotions.
In my daze, I too was nearing my limit. She responded with pleasure, emitting strange hissing sounds, her skin turning crimson.
Just then, the tightly closed door slammed shut, shook twice, and reluctantly rolled onto the floor. The blinding magical candlelight illuminated the incense room. Without turning around, I knew that Arrogant Mad Blade had returned.
I inwardly groaned. Two hours ago, he was still fighting the Nine-Bearded Fish boss in Jade Creek City. How could he have rushed home so quickly? I had turned off the communicator before getting into bed. Even if Mudfish wanted to notify me, I wouldn't receive the message.
Thinking about it was useless. I steeled myself and thrust even faster and more fiercely. In this unusual atmosphere, we both reached an unprecedented climax.
Arrogant Mad Blade seemed... He was stunned. His muscular back was hunched over, and he was panting heavily like a bear. The magic candle in his hand flickered with his breath. Only when we recovered from the afterglow of our climax did he roar in fury, "You...you...adulterers! I, the Arrogant Mad Blade, will not let you get away with this!" He hung the magic candle on the wall, drew the greatsword from his back, and locked onto me with murderous intent. His face twisted as he asked, "You are the Flower-Attracting Prince?"
I stared at the Blood Soul Blade, a magical artifact in his hand, and simply smiled. I pulled a blanket over Xiao He and casually put on my own clothes, though I felt a little uncomfortable under his murderous aura. I knew that with his level 43 attack power, I couldn't withstand a single blow. I was only level 21, and I had even misallocated my skill points...and another thing—I hadn't even changed my class yet. In short, I was a useless, classless nobody.
"Ah, you're the Flower-Attracting Prince?" Xiao He, dressed under the covers, looked surprised and seemingly couldn't believe it when she heard I was the infamous guy in the game, known for seducing other players' wives.
I turned to her with a smile and said calmly, "Arrogant Mad Blade was right, I am the Flower-Attracting Prince."
Xiao He smiled bitterly, her beautiful eyes welling up with tears. I felt a pang of pity and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "However, I've only told you my real name, remember to keep it a secret."
Yes, in the game *Retro*, Coral... Everyone in the country knows the nickname "Young Master Flower Attractor," but few know his real name is Wang Xiaoyin. This is also my real name. Because I don't interact much with people in society, it doesn't matter if I use a real name or a fake one; nobody recognizes me anyway.
Upon hearing this, Xiaohe's already teary eyes suddenly brightened again. She quickly dressed, jumped off the bed to my side, and coldly said to the arrogant and ruthless man, "What adulterer? I only agreed to be the city lord's wife because you pestered me so much!" "Hmph, you can stay in this house, let's go!"
She grabbed me and tried to leave.
The arrogant, ruthless man's face turned from red to green, then to blue, his anger burning fiercely, an endless killing intent spreading outwards, only to vanish in a flash. He suddenly knelt before Xiao He, pleading, "Xiao He, I... I don't care about what happened today, please don't go, please continue being the Lady of Zhu Lu City, okay?" Xiao
He didn't speak, but teleported out of the courtyard, pulling me quickly towards the teleportation point. "Xiao Yin, let's escape Zhu Lu City quickly!" "If that guy issues a city-wide ban, we won't be able to get out."
Since they know I'm the Flower-Attracting Prince, they'll also know how useless I am. In the game, every now and then, there are always rumors of me being caught in bed with someone and then instantly killed by the woman's husband.
Why would I be caught in bed with someone? That's easy to explain. In the game, I don't have money to buy a house, and staying at an inn might get me arrested. Plus, there's no unique thrill of being at a woman's house. So I gradually grew to love this habit, and I've continued it to this day.
"Xiao He, you don't need to help me escape. At worst, I'll die, and I can respawn in three minutes!" I was afraid of developing any feelings for Xiao He, and seeing her pale face from constantly teleporting, I couldn't help but say.
"No!" she shouted as she ran, "I don't want you to die because of me, even if you die, I love you, and you love me too, don't you?"
I couldn't speak. I admit that I initially approached her because I was attracted to her beauty, and later I developed feelings for her, which went beyond liking, but it was definitely not "love." I rejected that word in my heart, both in reality and in the illusory love of the internet—even though I kept saying "I love you" to women insincerely.
The pedestrians on the street also sensed that something big was about to happen, which could be seen from the panicked city guards. The announcement of martial law for the whole city rang in my ears. I knew that the arrogant and mad swordsman was angry. It didn't matter. At worst, I would drop from level 21 back to level 20. I had lost count of how many times I had been level 20. But... Xiao He was implicated because of me, which was the last thing I wanted to see. It wasn't because I was so kind and compassionate, but because I didn't want to leave any guilt or unease in my heart. Things never change according to people's will. In the distance, we saw the fully armed city guards next to the city's exit teleportation point.
"Xiao He, you should go. As long as you ignore me, they won't bother you. You're level 39 now, that's not easy. It's hard to level up again after losing a level." We slowed our pace, knowing that even if we teleported into the teleportation point, we couldn't leave the city because it was already forbidden territory.
The arrogant Mad Blade, his face contorted with rage, his bushy beard whipping wildly in the wind, his hand gripping the blade trembling slightly, whether from anger or tension, we
couldn't tell. He whispered a few commands through the communicator, and instantly soldiers surrounded us. We were encircled. "Young Master Yin Hua, if you're a man, come out and fight one-on-one. Don't hide behind a woman. He'll chop you into eighteen pieces and throw you into the river to feed the turtles!"
Looking at the rugged and slightly simple-minded arrogant Kuangdao, I felt ashamed of his limited vocabulary of insults, and even a little sorry for him. He was ranked 9th on the expert ranking list, owned a small but not insignificant city called Zhulu, and was doing quite well. However, his new wife shouldn't be too beautiful, especially since Xiaohe had only agreed to marry him out of desperation. It's ironic that he's been cuckolded before even getting married. Now, to mobilize the entire city to catch the adulterer is reckless and foolish.
I broke free from Xiaohe's grasp, a disdainful smile on my face, and walked towards Kuangdao. "If you're going to do it, do it quickly. You know my level; I can't withstand your attack. If you want to save face, hurry up and make your move, don't let your men laugh at you."
Kuangdao was stunned by my words, his face suddenly turning red. He said "Okay!" three times, drew his longsword, and charged forward with a billowing aura. I closed my eyes, and along with the sound of the blade, I seemed to hear a woman chanting a spell, "Meteor Flame!"
A magical shield carrying a faint fragrance enveloped our bodies. Xiaohe hugged me from behind, teleporting several meters to the left, dodging the arrogant and loose attack. She said in a dreamlike, soft voice, "Xiaoyin, look at the shooting stars in the sky." " Is it beautiful?"
Even through the magical shield, I could feel the intense heat in the air. Thousands of fireballs, like shooting stars, crowded above Zhulu City, their bright flames illuminating the night sky. My arrogant and wildly powerful subordinates screamed in terror, "Ah, it's a forbidden spell! How is this possible? She actually used a fire-based forbidden spell! Brothers, run!"
I opened my eyes, gazing at the endless fireballs above, and softly asked, "Xiaohe, why do you want to die together? Is it worth it?"
She said with deep affection, "I can't watch my beloved be killed by others, so I'd rather kill you with my own hands than let them succeed. Don't worry, I'll die with you, I won't let you be lonely. Xiaoyin, I love you."
My heart clenched painfully, and hot tears welled up in my eyes. "I love you too, Xiaohe." At that moment, I was moved and uttered words that were somewhat believable.
She smiled, and with a smile, she kissed me. In the midst of that passionate kiss, we transformed into a streak of white light,
disappearing into the horizon like shooting stars, fiery and bright. The mournful dirge of death had echoed in my ears countless times, but this time it felt unusually heavy. I didn't choose resurrection; instead, I removed my helmet and wiped the tears from my eyes. My shoulder-length blue hair covered half my face, and the strands, wet with tears, shimmered like sapphires.
"Was I wrong?" I looked up at the mottled, broken ceiling and let out a long sigh. "Xiao He? Love? Adultery?" I
stood up from the chair, leaving the only clean spot in the room. I didn't know where to crouch. Cobwebs covered every corner of the tiny 18-square-meter room. The bed was dirty, but I could still sleep on it. But this place was going to be demolished in three days. I really didn't know where to go.
"Little Yin, open the door!" Mudfish's voice came from outside the door. He slammed the dilapidated wooden door, sending dust flying. "Did you hang up? I heard about the forbidden city of Zhulu City, and I knew something had happened to you."
I smiled bitterly, opened the door, and let in this only friend I knew after coming down the mountain.

Volume 1, Chapter 2: The Nouveau Riche
. Wanjuan Bookstore Update Time: 9-22 4:50:45. Chapter Words: 3484.

Optimism is a good thing, I didn't continue to discourage him. ---Wang Xiaoyin's words.
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Xiao He walked out of the high-end luxury game pod, her face still wet with tears, her eyes red like a rabbit's. She smoothed her waist-length, smooth black hair, her white tank top soaked with sweat, her full breasts squeezing out halfway, her fair skin striking. She rubbed the nipples, which were sore from the passion of the game, and a satisfied and happy smile appeared on her lips. "I really like him!"
She took a few deep breaths before walking outside. The muddy, slippery surface made her uncomfortable. She walked through the spacious hall, intending to take a shower.
Looking up, she saw her mother watching TV. The huge LCD screen was playing a live-action commercial for "Retro," performed by the world-famous band Fox. "Silver Fox," with her fiery red hair dancing without wind, wore a silver fox mask she never removed. She flew through the air, her long sword flashing crimson light, billowing blade energy emanating from her body.
Waves of magical beasts turned to ashes in the flashing blades. Suddenly, black smoke billowed, and countless gigantic skeletons emerged from the dark ground. Leading them was a black magic warrior boss, wielding two white skull hammers, viciously pouncing on Silver Fox.
"Ah, watch out!" Xiaohe couldn't help but shout. Fox was her favorite band, especially Silver Fox.
The middle-aged woman turned around and looked at Xiaohe, who looked nervous and worried, and smiled, "My dear daughter, why are your eyes so red? Who bullied you?" Xiaohe didn't answer her, but just waved her hand impatiently, "Mom, don't make a fuss, I want to watch this new commercial, wow, such amazing swordsmanship, Silver Fox is so awesome. Ah... watch out behind you, Death is here, the ultimate boss of death!"
The middle-aged woman was used to her reaction, but just shook her head helplessly, "She's seventeen years old, and still acts like a child all the time. In a few months, she'll have her coming-of-age ceremony, sigh." "Then I'll have to busy myself with a huge banquet for her again, what a troublesome thing."
The Grim Reaper's scythe, dripping thick blood as if just drawn from the Netherworld, carrying a violent aura of death, slashed towards Silver Fox's neck. Silver Fox was entangled by the Black Demon Warrior and unable to break free. At this critical moment, the eerie and gloomy sky was shrouded in a holy white light. Within the white light, a man with black hair and a red mask faintly appeared. A faint hymn came from the horizon, and countless white raindrops fell from the sky. Countless skulls touched the water droplets and turned into wisps of smoke, disappearing into the brutal battlefield. Silver Fox, however, suddenly regained her spirits, and her wounds gradually healed. With a single stroke, she severed the Black Demon Warrior boss's left arm...
"Phew~~~ Red Fox finally arrived! Humph, that jerk is so late! He almost got Silver Fox killed. Don't forget, Silver Fox took two hits for you last time. Silver Fox is the best!" Xiao He grumbled incessantly at the late-arriving Red Fox, unknowingly sitting down next to the middle-aged beauty.
With their combined efforts, they finally killed the group of dark, death-type monsters. The two stood coldly atop the mountain. A clear close-up shot showed the Fox duo saying in unison, "Retro gives you the most realistic feeling!"
"Wow, so handsome!" Xiaohe stared at Silver Fox with delight, clapping her hands vigorously. Her pink miniskirt stretched out on the coffee table without any ladylike manners, her long, beautiful legs completely exposed to the air. A faint scent of virginity and the smell of erotic fluid wafted from her body. The middle-aged woman sniffed suspiciously, "Xiaohe, what were you doing in the game room just now?"
Xiaohe was startled, remembering her passionate embrace with Silver Fox, their romantic suicide pact, and her heart started pounding again. "N-nothing... I was just playing games. Anyway, it's just the start of the holiday, what else can I do but play games? Going out requires ten bodyguards, it's so annoying!"
The middle-aged woman was about to ask something else when a news report on TV distracted her.
"Breaking news from Paradise City: Famous singer Miss Sophie has been attacked again, and all ten of her bodyguards have been killed. Fortunately, Miss Sophie was unharmed and was rescued by riot police who arrived at the scene. This is Miss Sophie's fifth attack this month. Rumors suggest it's related to Miss Sophie refusing a private banquet hosted by a local underworld boss. There are also rumors within the entertainment industry that it's due to her father's debt to loan sharks. Please see the detailed report for more information."
Xiao He exclaimed again, "Oh my god, Sister Sophie has been attacked again! These bastards are so despicable! She just rejected the leader of the Green Leaf Gang, why do they have to bully her like this… Uncle Su is also a scoundrel! He lost his real estate business, why did he have to gamble like that? He not only lost all his wealth but also incurred a mountain of loan shark debt! He's such a scoundrel!"
The middle-aged woman sighed softly, "Alas, yes, although our Wang family and the Su family have a good relationship, your father lent Su Chang over ten million yuan out of consideration for our past friendship. But he gambled it all away, and in his anger, he cut off all ties with him. There's nothing we can do about it."
Xiao He thought helplessly for a moment, "Let Dad send someone to talk to the leader of the Qingye Gang and give them some money to stop bothering Sister Feifei. She's so pitiful now, busy singing all day, and all the money she earns goes to paying off the family's debts. She can't even afford to buy herself a piece of jewelry."
The woman sighed again, "My dear daughter..." "When will you grow up a bit and help out at your father's company, or at least learn about our family's power and status in Coral Country? Don't think that just because you have some money you can act recklessly. Our Wang family is just nouveau riche; we haven't even established ourselves in Paradise City yet. We only have a tiny bit of influence in the legitimate world, and we're completely unfamiliar with the underworld. They probably won't even bother with us."
Xiao He clearly didn't believe her and exclaimed in surprise, "Nouveau riche? The richest man in Paradise City, the third richest oil tycoon in Coral Country—how many nouveau riche like that are there in the whole country?"
The beautiful woman stared at Xiao He helplessly, "How many times have I told you this?" When I was with your father, he was just the owner of Lan's Jewelry Store… Oh, back then, Lan's Jewelry Store wasn't as big as it is today. At that time, Lan's Jewelry Store offended the Ye family, and all ten-plus branches across the country were destroyed. Your father only managed to save the only branch in Paradise City through a friend's help. Through his painstaking management, it finally reached its current scale. However, he adhered to the agreement made when he took over, only opening one store in Paradise City, without any other branches. Later, a large oil field was discovered in the old house on the outskirts of Paradise City. Well, those fields originally belonged to the Wang family, so they had priority mining rights. Our Wang family's wealth has only increased dramatically in the last five or six years; calling us nouveau riche wouldn't be an exaggeration.”
“The Ye family? The largest gang in Coral Country? I heard the Green Leaf Gang is also part of the Ye family… Oh, then why did Father risk offending the Ye family to take over Lan's Jewelry Store?”
"I don't know either. I've asked your father hundreds of times since we got married, but he always makes up an excuse. Hehe, maybe everyone has secrets!" A hint of sadness flashed across the beautiful woman's face.
Xiaohe stared into her mother's eyes and smiled, "Does Mom have secrets too? Tell Xiaohe, okay?"
"Go, go take a shower, you smell weird!" the beautiful woman scolded.
"Hmph, Mom is so stingy!" she said, and rushed to the bathroom.
"This kid..." The beautiful woman chuckled and scolded, turning to look out the window, lost in thought, as if recalling something from the depths of her memory.
I opened the door to let Mudfish in. He crossed his arms, his dark eyes gleaming as he slyly scanned my crotch. "Haha, Little Silver, you sprayed so much this time. Not only do you need to change your underwear, but you also need to wash your jeans. Tsk tsk, when we play games, we brainwash each other, but when you play games, you have to wash your clothes. How does it feel? Did someone's husband come back to you in a heartbeat again?"
I glared at him, annoyed. "Damn it, can't you come up with a different opening line? Every time you knock on the door, it's the same few lines. If you didn't have a girlfriend, I'd really start to question your sexual orientation. Damn it, hurry up and get in here, or I'll kick your balls off!"
"Hehe, Little Silver, don't be angry. I was just joking with you. Although the joke is a bit old-fashioned, it represents my young and humorous heart. Hey, don't hit me... Hey, I'm also a Jeet Kune Do master, give me some face! Ah... Don't hit my face, I have a date tonight! Ah... Back spinning kick, side flying high kick... Ah... Ah... Ah..." Then all that was left were screams.
Mudfish's real name was Ni Xiu, 1.75 meters tall, thin, skilled in Jeet Kune Do, a delinquent youth, likes to pick up girls, play games, bully people weaker than him, and collect protection money. In the game "Retro", he chose the Assassin class and was quite infamous in the Coral Kingdom region.
Staring at Ni Xiu who had been knocked to the ground, I gave him the middle finger, "No improvement at all. Every time you come to my house, you kiss the floor that hasn't been swept for three months. Your girl will be jealous if she sees that!"
Ni Xiu cursed weakly, "Boss, you went too far." "You keep saying your martial arts were crippled. If they hadn't been crippled, I probably wouldn't even see your shadow, let alone fight you! I, Ni Xiu, have at least defeated a few black belt karate masters from the 'wild goat country,' and I couldn't even touch your clothes. How could I possibly survive!"
I brushed aside the blue hair obscuring my eyes and laughed. "A black belt from the 'wild goat country' is considered a master? Those intimidating things also require martial arts. You've never seen real kung fu."
Ni Xiu retorted, "Karate's palm strikes can shatter stones and injure an enemy in one blow. Isn't that kung fu? Then is Jeet Kune Do, which I learned, kung fu?"
I looked at the stubborn Ni Xiu and continued, "Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do truly deserves to be called the pinnacle of close-combat techniques. It's a pity that later generations only learned a few parts of it and thought themselves great, like this guy in front of me."
Ni Xiu regained some strength, sat on the floor, and asked unwillingly, "How much of my Jeet Kune Do do you think it resembles?"
"Seventy percent, but unfortunately, you lack divine power! So you won't last thirty moves against me. If you encounter a true martial arts master, you won't even last three moves." I bluntly criticized Ni Xiu. If he wanted to make further breakthroughs, he had to break free from these vain illusions; otherwise, he could never enter the hall of true martial arts.
"Hehe, when we first met, you said my fist technique was only half-formed, which means I've improved in the past six months. If I encounter a martial arts master that even the boss can't beat, I'll just run away." He grinned, unconcerned by my verbal attacks.
Optimism is a good thing, so I didn't continue to criticize him. I asked, "This place is about to be demolished. Where are some cheap houses in Paradise City?"
"You don't need to worry about that. I'll take you somewhere tomorrow," Ni Xiu said.

Volume 1, Chapter 3: Past Events,
Wan Juan Bookstore Update Time: 9-22 4:50:45 Words: 4550

The trial was just a formality; the outcome was already predetermined. ----Wang Xiaoyin's words.
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My memory isn't very good, but the scene of that day is unforgettable. I often wake up startled from dreams, amidst the chaotic fragments. Like bubbles in the sea, once one bursts, countless real and illusory images entangle in my mind.
The Punishment Hall of the Illusion Sword Sect.
Senior Sister Du Juan weeps pitifully, her cries utterly innocent and sorrowful. But I am even more innocent and pitiful, trembling on sharp iron filings, enduring the wrath of the Punishment Hall elders and my master. Following Senior Sister's private request, I nodded repeatedly, confessing to crimes I myself was unaware of. Until…
“What? Senior Sister is pregnant? I didn't do it!” My heart clenched, a sense of unease rising within me. No, not deception, but a trap. I clutched the ornament in my hand tightly—a butterfly pendant I had carved, intended to be given to Senior Sister after taking the blame, to express my feelings. But, I never expected this!
Senior Sister, slightly panicked, moved closer to Senior Brother Ye Zhixing. A malice flashed in the eldest brother's eyes, his normally handsome face contorting into a terrifying grimace. He said, "You lecherous scoundrel, stop pretending. You already confessed. Do you still want to deny it?"
I didn't understand why the eldest brother was saying this; I didn't remember ever offending him.
Master Du Zhongxin threw the hot tea he was holding at me, the hot water flowing down to my knees, irritating the wounds and causing excruciating pain. But the pain in my heart was worse than the wounds. Master roared, "Cripple this wicked boy's martial arts and throw him in the dungeon!" My senior sister feigned tears, pointing at me and saying, "He raped me while he was drunk; he must be killed."
My master's wife seemed to have sensed something amiss and pleaded, "Xiao Yin is only 16 years old. Cripple his martial arts and send him down the mountain. The dungeon is dark and gloomy; how can such a young child endure it!"
"No! We can't just let him go like this. If we don't kill him, how will our daughter live in the future!" My senior sister's beautiful and charming face twisted into an ugly grotesque expression as she pointed at me, as if I were an eyesore.
Looking at her daughter, whose murderous intent was palpable, the master's wife sighed softly and said, "Since you're pregnant, why not marry Xiao Yin?"
"I won't marry him! I'll just go down the mountain to the hospital and abort the child," the senior sister said nonchalantly.
The master, master's wife, and the elders of the Punishment Hall were all shocked: "What? Who told you that?"
Most of the disciples of the Illusion Sword Sect were sent there from a young age by large corporations in the Coral Kingdom. To allow them to focus on practicing ancient martial arts, they were only taught essential cultural knowledge and rarely left the mountain. The only exception was Ye Zhixing, the young master of the Ye family. Could it be him...? Several elders locked their suspicious gazes on Ye Zhixing.
Although Ye Zhixing had become a disciple early, he only officially moved into the Illusion Sword Sect at seventeen, and he would go down the mountain every month. He possessed a maturity and demeanor that his fellow disciples lacked, making him quite the center of attention.
Seeing everyone staring at him, Ye Zhixing remained calm and said softly, "When I entered the punishment hall earlier, I saw my junior sister was heartbroken and mentioned this to her."
Du Juan also forgot her crying and quickly chimed in, "Ah, yes... I just heard my senior brother mention it."
"Oh? Zhixing, what do you think should be done with this wretched child?" Master Du Zhongxin usually doted on him, not only because of his talent in martial arts, but also because of the power of the Ye family behind him.
After listening, Ye Zhixing glanced at me and calmly said, "Junior brother is still young and inevitably prone to drunkenness. If junior sister is willing to marry him, that would be fine, but since junior sister has no affection for him, we can only follow the sect's rules, cripple his martial arts, and expel him from the sect. As Master's wife said, the dungeon is too dark and damp, so it's better to let him go down the mountain and fend for himself."
Du Juan exclaimed in surprise, "Senior brother, you...?" She didn't understand why he suddenly had a change of heart and let Wang Xiaoyin go, even though they had clearly agreed to kill him.
I watched indifferently as they argued back and forth, debating how to pronounce my guilt. Why didn't they ask if I actually did it? Was it because I was an orphan, without a distinguished family background, that I didn't even have a chance to defend myself?
My name comes from a ring on my left ring finger. A black ring with three snow-white seal script characters engraved on it: Wang Xiaoyin. The ring is peculiar; I've worn it since infancy, and it has even grown larger, without feeling any constraint.
When I heard them decide to cripple my martial arts, I just laughed. If it weren't for my sect, I would have died sixteen years ago. They want to cripple my martial arts, but without my sect, I wouldn't have any martial arts at all. So be it; I've never practiced diligently even for half a day. I haven't memorized a single move of my sect's Phantom Sword Technique; instead, I've haphazardly developed a set of saber techniques using sword moves. In my master's eyes, this saber technique is worthless, and he often scolds me for it. My internal energy cultivation, after more than ten years, is neither good nor bad; it's still acquired true qi, a far cry from innate profound qi. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, cripple me all you want."
A fierce, fiery burst of true energy invaded my dantian, easily shattering over ten years of accumulated power. The chaotic true energy, uncontrolled by my dantian, surged haphazardly through my body. I collapsed limply onto the cold ground, utterly powerless. Due to the rapid dissipation of my true energy, I couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of bright red blood.
"Anyway, you haven't learned a single move of our sect's swordsmanship essence, so we're not afraid you'll leak our secret techniques. Furthermore, you can't even pass on the Illusion Sword Heart Sutra, even though you only know the basics. If we ever discover you've passed it on, we'll surely kill you with our sword." Master—no, from now on, I should call him Du Zhongxin. After crippling my martial arts, he walked out of the punishment hall without looking back.
Being imprisoned in the Illusion Sword Sect's dungeon wasn't just about being "dark and damp." Once locked up, death was the only outcome. According to the sect rules, I truly deserved to die, but why did they let me go down the mountain? Years later, I finally understood: everyone knew I was innocent. The trial was merely a formality; the outcome was already predetermined.
I struggled to my feet and went back to my room to pack my belongings. My things were simple: a broken, black knife with a bluish sheen, and a pile of colorful stones. These were all I had. The knife, I'd found; the stones, I'd found too. I glanced a few more times at the green-gold jade pendant in my hand, then finally tossed it into my bag.
I had an innate sensitivity to stones and metals; I later learned it was a special ability, though I hadn't yet realized it.
"Be careful after you go down the mountain," my teacher's wife, or rather, Li Yuqing, secretly slipped me several thousand coral coins. From then on, I was able to maintain a shred of warmth towards women, thanks to my teacher's wife; those few thousand coral coins salvaged that sliver of warmth.
I took the money without looking back. My hair was still black then, disheveled and loose on my shoulders, swaying gently in the misty mountain breeze. The wind wasn't cold, but my heart was icy. So that's what she was like, haha, then why do you still feel heartache? No one knew, no one answered; I continued to stumble along the rugged path.
"You're walking so slowly, I'm getting impatient!" Ye Zhixing stood on the blue boulder ahead, grinning maliciously. His ornate robes fluttered in the wind, making him appear like a ghost blocking the way in the gray mist.
"You? Waiting for me?" I stared coldly at Ye Zhixing, a sense of foreboding creeping into my heart. This path was flanked by sheer cliffs on both sides, and now that I had lost all my internal energy, I couldn't even withstand three of his moves.
He looked disdainfully at my right hand holding the knife, mocking, "Your knife can't even kill a chicken, and you think you can use it against me?"
"Why would I want to fight you?"
"You..." Ye Zhixing paused slightly, speechless for a long time. "Hahaha, are you really stupid or just pretending? You know we set a trap and crippled your martial arts. You may not say anything now, but you'll inevitably blab later. To keep the secret from leaking, we had to eliminate the root of the problem. So, even if you don't fight me, I will fight you."
He pounced with a powerful aura, his palms enveloped in thick true energy, transforming into countless afterimages as he struck at me. A sudden surge of hatred welled up within me, fueling a powerful will to survive.
In a split second, without a second thought, I drew the black dagger from my waist and weakly stabbed it at the illusionary figure to the left. That was the "transformation point" of the palm technique—the actual physical hand.
The dagger was bladeless, yet its tip was exceptionally sharp; I often used the tip to carve ornaments. Ye Zhixing was shocked, unable to believe that I, having lost my inner strength, could still discern his transformation point. But it was too late to retract my palm; it struck the black dagger's tip directly. Before I
could even feel joy, I was sent flying by the force of the internal energy. Watching the blood mist spurt from his palm, a malicious satisfaction spread through me. He smiled too, for I was plummeting towards the cliff.
Shortly after, I heard a splash, and then I lost consciousness.
I hadn't died. When I awoke, I was still floating in the valley's pool, my right hand still clutching the dagger. I don't know how long I had been unconscious, but all my internal injuries had healed. If there was any extraordinary encounter, it was this blue pool. Lying on it, I didn't sink at all. My stomach was full; I had no idea how much water I'd drunk from the pool. When I climbed ashore, I saw rotting flesh and bones all around me—animals and humans alike. I couldn't help but vomit loudly, but not a drop came out.
Gradually, I adapted to my surroundings. Except for the emptiness in my dantian, devoid of any true energy, everything was perfect. What I didn't know was that my shoulder-length black hair had turned blue, the same blue as the sky. Or rather, the same blue as the pool beside me. My sallow skin had become fair and delicate, like a newborn baby.
The surrounding environment was truly horrific; flies, mosquitoes, maggots, and bloodsucking leeches were everywhere. The Coral Kingdom's warm climate year-round was a paradise for these venomous insects. I couldn't resist jumping back into the blue pool, because it was the only clean place; the venomous insects and leeches dared not approach the blue water.
I was caught in a terrible trap, yet incredibly lucky. This pool was only five or six square meters; if I had fallen slightly off course, I would have rotted on the rocks like the other corpses. But I didn't die; I'm alive and well. I shifted the pack tied to my back, looking around blankly, when a bright light caught my eye.
"The light of a gemstone?"
It was a small cave, and by the light refracted from the crystals of the opposite mountain peak, I could see the bottom. I seemed to smell the scent of gemstones, even though my nose was filled with the stench of decay.
The cave was only six or seven meters deep, very clean, containing only a male skeleton. A fist-sized luminous pearl was still clutched in the skeleton's hand, illuminating half the cave. The skeleton was probably only a hundred years old; the bone still had a luster. He had died in his prime. His right leg bone was completely shattered, undoubtedly from a fall.
I had no time to look at the skeleton; I was completely captivated by the gems beside him. From a tattered, dark black cloth, diamonds, rubies, sapphires, jade, color-changing stones, peridot, multicolored opals, and top-quality amber were scattered… I didn't know the market price of these stones at the time, but based on my sensitivity to gemstones, I knew they were extraordinary. Most of these were raw stones; the only finished pieces were a pair of jade bracelets. One was green, the other red; the green bracelet was engraved with strange dragon patterns, and the red bracelet was embroidered with fiery phoenix feathers. They were full of spirit and lifelike. (Dragon and phoenix feather bracelets, see *The Art of Controlling Women*.)
"Take them all! Take them all!" After a brief moment of stunned silence, I made the most correct and normal reaction, gathering the pile of gems on the ground into my bag. Regardless of whether I could leave this canyon, seeing treasure meant I couldn't leave it unclaimed.
"So heavy!" Without internal energy, this hundred-plus pounds felt incredibly heavy. "Huh? What's carved on the wall?"
It wasn't a martial arts manual, but it made me even happier. Because I've lost all my internal energy, it's difficult to cultivate true qi anymore, so even with a martial arts manual, I couldn't practice. The carvings on the wall depicted the essence of handcrafted jewelry making, the very techniques I loved.
I placed my bag full of gems on the ground and stared blankly at the illustrations on the stone wall. These exquisite techniques were things I couldn't learn from books; I stood there blankly for a whole day. After memorizing the details on the wall, I reached for the luminous pearl in the white bone's left hand.
"Ah?" I exclaimed. It wasn't that bones had come back to life, nor that a snake had suddenly appeared; rather, he also had a black ring on the ring finger of his left hand. The craftsmanship wasn't as exquisite as mine, but the material was the same. Trembling, I removed the ring and examined it closely in my palm. "It also has a name engraved on it!" Three characters were engraved: Lan Tang Jing.
"Could he be related to me?" I showed him slightly more respect, but still took the treasure without hesitation. He also had many tools for carving gemstones, which I also put into my pocket.
"Sigh, he didn't even engrave his cause of death or background before he died, making me speculate wildly. Hmm, I'll safeguard your treasure for you. When I discover your background, I'll tell your relatives and friends so they can come here to find you."
After looting the cave, I left, following the stream eastward. A month later, I emerged from the Misty Mountains, stored the gemstones in the "Heavenly Court," and wandered alone in the Coral Kingdom.
Half a year ago, I arrived in Paradise City and met my only friend—Ni Xiu.
Thinking of this, I was interrupted by a frantic knocking on the door.
"Boss, open the door! It's Little Mudfish, it's my girlfriend's birthday tonight, let's celebrate together!"
"What does your girlfriend's birthday have to do with me! I'm not going!" I rolled over, finding a more comfortable position to continue sleeping.
"Hey, Little Silver, that's so disrespectful. You haven't logged into the game for three days, and you haven't gone out either. What's wrong? Are you scared off by a woman's husband? It's okay, I'll just get a few brothers to assassinate him and reduce him to level zero. Besides, this place is being demolished tomorrow, and I've already found you a new place, you should pack your things, right?" He persistently pounded on the broken door, the noise tormenting my nerves.
I couldn't write anymore, so I had to open the door.

Volume 1, Chapter 4: Sending Away the Knot
Wanjuan Bookstore Update Time: 9-22 4:50:46 Word Count: 4699

If an instant equals ten thousand years, then we have experienced a hundred lifetimes. --Wang Xiaoyin's words.
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Ni Xiu stared wide-eyed at my clothes in disbelief, and said with a wry smile, "God, give me the purest baptism with the light of destruction! Is this your most solemn and precious attire? Today we're going to a five-star Western restaurant, not some fast food place on the street corner." I wore
flip-flops, faded wide-leg jeans with three small, irregularly torn holes on the left thigh, and a white t-shirt with the ancient seal script character "Get Lost" printed on the front. The color of the character was the same sky blue as my hair. My soft, shiny hair covered my entire face, leaving only two deep, glaring eyes fixed on Ni Xiu with dissatisfaction.
"You begged me, not me begged you. So what you wear and what you do is entirely up to me! Also, is this girl of yours reliable? Don't be like last time, who broke up with you on the spot after seeing my face. If that happens again, I won't be responsible!" Looking at the worried Ni Xiu, I lazily lay back down on the bed and reached for the gold and green jade butterfly pendant on the bedside table, putting it into my pocket. This unsent gift has stayed with me, like a magical knot in my heart, bringing me deep sorrow and indelible memories.
"Boss, my ex-girlfriend was just kidding, this...this one's serious. We met in the game, she's a priest, very sunny." Ni Xiu stared worriedly at my face beneath my blue hair. Although we didn't see each other often, the eerie feeling he felt upon our first meeting was unforgettable.
"Use the light of destruction to give me the purest baptism...?"
Ni Xiu chuckled awkwardly, "Yeah, this...I learned it from her!"
"True love can change each other's habits. It seems you've fallen for her. I wonder if it's unrequited love? I'll try to help you!" I grinned mischievously and rushed out the door.
"Hey, boss! I appreciate your kindness, but please don't try it!" Ni Xiu hurriedly chased after me, secretly wondering if he had done something wrong. Oh, right, the biggest mistake was asking Wang Xiaoyin, that super third wheel, to be an even stronger magnet.
Coral Kingdom is an island nation surrounded by sea, with a land area of 640,000 square kilometers. It has a hot and humid climate with abundant annual rainfall; the lowest temperature is around 13 degrees Celsius, and the highest rarely exceeds 30 degrees Celsius. It's currently winter vacation, arguably the "coldest" season of the year.
Paradise City is located in the central part of Coral Kingdom, an important economic and commercial city. My residence is among the last remaining dilapidated buildings in the city. The residents here aren't the poorest, just the most run-down. Even in this bustling metropolis, many die of hunger every day.
Stepping out of the dimly lit alley, the air feels fresher. There's a faint salty smell of seawater and the fragrance of sandalwood from the surrounding forests. Many luxury cars are on display, but most are hybrid vehicles powered by a combination of petroleum and solar energy. During peak hours, petroleum emissions are prohibited; only solar energy is permitted.
The streets are crowded with pedestrians, especially young, handsome men and beautiful women. Watching them brightens my mood. My personality is always unpredictable, like a function equation, changing with the environment.
Along the way, Ni Xiu seemed very worried and didn't say much. I had no interest in conversation, staring at the exhibits in the exquisite glass windows lining the street. The merchandise was beautiful, and the women were beautiful too. In the Coral Kingdom, prostitution is protected by law, with professional ranks and medical examinations, among other things.
In March, Liuxu was at a five-star restaurant, serving local cuisine with Western specialties. As soon as I got out of the taxi, Ni Xiu rushed out and hugged a petite beauty at the restaurant entrance. "Linlin, you're here so early, sorry to have kept you waiting."
Ni Xiu was as gentle as a kitten, his posture like a golden retriever (dog). The power of love could be so "distorting"!
"Brother Ni Xiu, don't just be all lovey-dovey, introduce her!" I clung to Ni Xiu's shoulder like a shadow, uttering words that even I found nauseating in my transvestite-like voice.
"Ah! Who is she (he)?" Linlin cried out, breaking free from Ni Xiu's embrace. Her delicate features were adorable, but now a hint of jealousy lingered, and her alluring figure rippled slightly.
"Ask me? We're very close, you know." I casually grabbed Ni Xiu by the neck, silencing him and creating a very ambiguous situation. "Otherwise, why would he bring me along?"
A strong gust of wind swept through, lifting my smooth blue hair. Long strands danced in the wind, revealing a handsome, almost otherworldly face to Linlin. In an instant, her expression shifted several times: anger, confusion, realization, surprise, shyness, disgust, embarrassment…
Ni Xiu finally managed to speak, pleading painfully, “Boss, I beg you, I know I shouldn’t have brought you today, but you can’t treat me like this.” He turned to Linlin and said, “He’s a man. I told you, our relationship is normal, not what he said.” Seeing Linlin’s near-explosive and frantic expression, he finally dropped the bombshell, saying, “He’s the Flower-Attracting Prince!”
This tactic worked perfectly. Linlin immediately quieted down, adorably covering her small, rosy lips with her hand, and asked with a strange expression, "He...he's really the Flower-Attracting Prince?"
It was her birthday, and I couldn't take the joke too far. I quickly smoothed my long blue hair and said in a normal male voice, "Hello, my name is Wang Xiaoyin, I'm Ni Xiu's friend, and also the Flower-Attracting Prince in 'Retro.' It's a pleasure to meet you!"
She stared at my face for a few seconds, her little face blushing like a September persimmon, but she quickly regained her composure. She said, "He really is that big bad guy, even better looking than in the game!" Noticing Ni Xiu's sullen and sour expression, she quickly said, "Our Ni Xiu can't be like you. I hate fickle men the most." Saying this, she even kissed Ni Xiu. Ni Xiu finally regained his composure, seemingly even regaining his confidence.
"Tsk tsk, so heartbreaking! I didn't even manage to charm the little girl, what a failure!" Saying this, I showed a sad and disappointed expression, shaking my head and sighing bitterly. Only Ni Xiu noticed the mischievous smile on my lips.
Linlin's heart pounded, her face flushed even more, and she almost blurted out, "Actually, I..."
Ni Xiu immediately blocked Linlin's view and yelled at me, "Boss, if you flirt with my Linlin again, be careful I reveal your identity, and probably tens of thousands of people will come to you in real life to take revenge!"
"Ugh~ I'm being threatened!" I continued to fool around. Maybe I'd been cooped up in the room for too long, and I finally found someone to tease.
We were fooling around when we were suddenly interrupted by several fierce and angry shouts.
The target of the anger wasn't us.
"Little girl, how dare you talk to Brother Qiang like that? You don't want to live! Enough nonsense, hurry up and find us a good seat!" Several burly men in black suits roared at the hostess of the restaurant.
"Are you blind? Can't you see how many people are queuing outside? I hate you guys the most. You think you're so great just because you have money! All dressed in black, and wearing sunglasses at night, you've been watching too much The Matrix, you're sick!" The hostess's voice was very elegant, but it was filled with arrogance and disdain, and even more so, anger.
I chuckled. Such an arrogant hostess—this renowned restaurant was nothing special. He tied up his disheveled blue hair, leaving only a few strands to drift freely across his forehead. Seeing the hostess's unfriendly words, I paused, scrutinizing the beauty before me:
pale yellow silk draped behind her neck, bright and smooth, with a few strands falling freely across her forehead. This habit was similar to mine, and mine stemmed from my "former senior." Her skin was fair and translucent, delicate and flawless, like natural brocade. Her clear, beautiful eyes were filled with disdain for the man in black, defiantly unafraid of the burly man's rage. Her high, straight nose accentuated her thin, pink lips; women like this usually possess fragile, sensitive nerves. Her fair ears were adorned with studs—diamond studs—that shone brightly under the lights.
Based on my understanding of gemstones and my perception of women, I surmised this woman was no ordinary working woman. A seductive figure, full and firm breasts, a short skirt revealing long, beautiful legs encased in flesh-colored stockings. Every gesture was a deadly temptation.
Looking at her for a second, I was seduced; looking at her for a day, I was seduced every day. Looking at her for a lifetime? The answer is: seducing one's entire life.
What attracted me wasn't just her beauty, but even more so her aura. Actually, there's another fact I'm unwilling to admit: she looks very similar to my senior, and she seems even prettier. I can only use "seems," because I've almost forgotten what my senior looks like. I remember her as a person, but not her face; it's just a blur.
The hostess seemed to sense my naked gaze and glared at me fiercely. Our eyes collided in the air, hesitated, then locked in a passionate embrace… I've always known that eyes can convey infinite things, but this time it seemed more intense and powerful than ever before.
If a moment equals ten thousand years, then we've already experienced a hundred lifetimes.
In the fleeting moment our eyes met, I was reminded of my senior sister's ruthlessness and cruelty, and my gaze quickly dimmed. A woman's intuition told me something, and I too felt sorrow.
"Hahaha, how dare the Qingye Gang's watchdogs cause trouble in the city center? Don't they know this is my territory?" A hearty, rough voice broke our gaze, but the voice sounded so familiar.
"Zhang Xiao? Hahaha, just got cuckolded in 'Retro,' how dare you show your face here?" The leader, called Brother Qiang, laughed maniacally, but his four burly men remained silent in fear, even trembling slightly.
Zhang Xiao's six or seven henchmen were enraged, drawing their machetes from behind them. Firearms are prohibited in Coral Country. Gang fights usually involve baseball bats and machetes; if gunfire is involved, it escalates to a terrorist incident, and the National Security Department and Police Headquarters will investigate. Only law enforcement officers or professional bodyguards are legally allowed to carry firearms.
Ni Xiu, holding Linlin's hand, walked to my side and whispered, "Boss, quickly let your hair down. If Zhang Xiao recognizes you, we're done for. Damn, what a small world! I never thought the arrogant Mad Blade from Zhulu City would actually be in Paradise City, and even involved in a gang."
I nodded and smiled bitterly. I wasn't afraid of trouble, but I didn't want it. I reached out and let my newly tied-up blue hair fall down, once again obscuring my handsome, somewhat eerie face.
Zhang Xiao's face was ashen. He said fiercely, "Qiangzi, you watchdog, if you say another word, I'll cripple you all on the spot!"
Qiangzi's lips twitched. He glared unwillingly at the seven or eight burly men behind Zhang Xiao, then turned and left. His four henchmen ran even faster, not daring to linger for even half a second.
"Welcome! Mr. Zhang's private room is 204, everything is ready!" The beautiful hostess finally returned to normal, bowing sweetly to greet the guest.
Zhang Xiao stared at the hostess, let out a soft "Eh," looked around, and then quickly returned to normal. She nodded slightly in return and led her entourage into the restaurant.
"Oh, thank goodness they didn't see us. Our private room is on the first floor, we won't meet," Ni Xiu said to herself, trying to reassure herself. Linlin, of course, knew what was going on and playfully stuck her tongue out at me.
I took out a chrysoberyl butterfly pendant from my pocket. Under the light, it turned red, swaying slightly as if it had a life of its own, changing color with the intensity of the light. From every angle, it displayed different colors and adjacent color patterns, resembling a colorful butterfly fluttering in the air. The pendant's cord also changed color, appearing light green in sunlight and pink under the lamplight. (A bipolar feature of chrysoberyl cat's eye and alexandrite, an extremely rare gemstone.)
I approached her with the pendant in hand. She stared at me blankly, and we fell silent for a moment. Several burly men in the restaurant lobby silently watched us, their hands reaching for their guns. His companion cautioned, "Don't rush, Miss hasn't objected. Sigh, those siblings are so hard to please, gambling on this." Another said, "This time it's alright, last time the young master lost and was forced to work as a male prostitute for a week..."
"This butterfly should have flown beside the flower, but it was injured because of her and drifted away. Now, finally a more suitable and beautiful flower has appeared, and the butterfly likes it very much. Let it fly beside you, okay?"
She listened to the low and sorrowful voice, deeply lost in its sound. It seemed she knew that behind the butterfly was a poignant love story. She nodded absentmindedly, letting me place it around her delicate neck.
Although my tone was sorrowful and deep, I was secretly delighted, laughing at how easily this girl was fooled. However, no one was more suitable for this pendant than her; only her snow-white skin could complement the pink and light green cord. And by giving her this pendant, it seemed that some of my inner turmoil could be resolved.
“Remember, don’t let your butterfly fly away!” I gently stroked her jade-like neck, the smooth touch sending ripples of ambiguity through us.
“Remember, don’t let my butterfly fly away…” she murmured, repeating herself.
I turned and went into the restaurant, finding the private room Ni Xiu had reserved.
She stared blankly at my retreating figure, a daze forming on the back of my t-shirt: “Open.” She looked at it, then laughed, whispering, “Get lost?” Her smile bloomed like a flower, radiating charm, captivating all the men and women around us.
Having given my gift, I was in high spirits and stopped teasing Ni Xiu and Linlin, indulging in a hearty meal and drink. I knew Ni Xiu had made another fortune in the game, and I certainly wouldn’t skimp on him; I couldn’t even remember how to write “polite.” Amidst the laughter and chatter, it was already late at night. Having eaten and drunk my fill, I didn’t want to disturb their private time and slipped out first.
As I left, I didn’t see that beautiful, sexy hostess again. It was best not to run into her; if I had, I wouldn’t know what to say. I hope she cherishes that piece of green gold jade; it's priceless. I heard that two years ago at an international jewelry auction, a composite green gold color-changing gemstone, smaller than half the size of a butterfly pendant, fetched a staggering $170 million.
The night was as still as water, yet the stench of blood lingered. Thousands of murders and rapes occur here every day. I'm not a savior, nor do I intend to intervene. Just as I was about to leave, I heard his roar.
The clanging of cold weapons echoed haphazardly in my ears. I still went over, perhaps out of guilt, or perhaps because my kindness hadn't completely vanished?

Volume 1, Chapter 5: The Illusionary Blade
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When you kill, you must silence the witnesses; that's what I learned. And it seems to work very well. I've killed many people since leaving the mountain, and I haven't been caught by the police yet."
-- Wang Xiaoyin's words.
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The lights remained bright, the crowds still surged, but they all avoided this alley, the alley of bloodshed.
Zhang Xiao never expected that Qiangzi from the Qingye Gang would dare to ambush him. Five of his men remained, while the enemy was unharmed, all because the enemy had sent a master—a master of ancient martial arts. Zhang Xiao glared at the unfamiliar martial arts expert and, somewhat subdued, shouted, "Don't you Xuanwu Alliance have rules? How dare you attack ordinary people like us?"
"I'm not from the Xuanwu Alliance, I'm from the Qingye Gang," the thin, sallow-faced middle-aged man said, his movements lightning-fast, shattering the man's shoulder blade with a single palm strike, a cruel smile on his face.
Qiangzi laughed loudly beside him, "Our Qingye Gang has many masters like this. Now you know how powerful we are! See if you still dare to be arrogant!"
Zhang Xiao, after all, was a gang leader. Seeing his dead and wounded brothers, veins bulged on his forehead. Ignoring the difference in martial arts skill, he picked up a machete and lunged at the thin, sallow-faced man. Two of his men beside him hurriedly grabbed Zhang Xiao, urging, "Boss, you must run! Escape and find Master Qi to seek justice! Damn it, these outsiders dare to attack us!"
"Heh heh, none of you are leaving. Since we've made our move, we must eliminate them completely!" The thin, yellow-skinned man grinned sinisterly, waving his hand to have Qiangzi and his men block their escape route.
Eliminate them completely? That phrase sounded familiar; Ye Zhixing had said it to me before. For that phrase, I was going to take action.
"Even a little traitor from the Wuji Sect is so arrogant, truly surprising! Come, let your brother have some mercy and eliminate you first!"
Everyone present was stunned, wondering how I had appeared. Zhang Xiao was initially delighted to see someone helping him, but when he saw my physique, which seemed somewhat familiar, he became puzzled.
Seeing my incongruous attire and long, face-covering hair, the Qingye Gang members were somewhat disdainful, except for the thin, yellow-skinned man.
The thin, sallow-faced man was secretly surprised. He carefully examined the young man who had so readily identified him, and cupped his hands in a
respectful gesture, asking, "Which sect are you from, friend? Do you know who I am?" "Your affair caused quite a stir back then; every martial artist knows!" I continued my sarcasm.
"Since you already know, friend, please don't interfere. We are now part of the Green Leaf Gang. Offending them could cause serious trouble!"
I knew the reason for his politeness; he couldn't discern the depth of my internal energy cultivation. If he knew I had lost all my internal energy, he would surely retort, or even eliminate me without a second thought.
I didn't answer him. I had already offended the Green Leaf Gang long ago; one more time wouldn't make a difference. I smiled coldly, drawing a black dagger from my waist—it gleamed with a blue light. Killing someone always requires silencing them; this was something I learned. And it seemed to work quite well. I'd killed many people since leaving the mountain, and I hadn't been caught by the police yet.
As the phantom flickered, a blue light flashed in the black wind, and crimson blood spurted out gently, the four Green Leaf Gang idiots blocking my way had already fallen. My blade wasn't very sharp, but it was enough to kill. Qiangzi, who had been arrogant and disdainful just moments before, looked at the black knife at his neck and was now trembling, wetting his pants. I had only intended to scare him and show off a bit, but I hadn't expected him to be so useless. I frowned, revealing a look of disgust.
"Young brother, spare his life!" Seeing my murderous intent, the thin, sallow man abandoned his arrogance and lunged at me.
You tell me to spare him, and I'll spare him?
Ignore him! With a light flick of my right hand, I severed his throat, kicking him away just as blood was about to spurt out.
"You...you're from the Illusion Sword Sect?" Cold sweat beaded on the forehead of the thin, sallow-faced man, and his long, yellowish face seemed to turn even paler.
How could this man be so brainless? I clearly used a knife, what does it have to do with a sword? Even if he was from the Illusion Sword Sect, that was in the past; don't mention Yan Xin's name again. Now, I am who I am, I belong to no sect.
"My self-created Illusion Blade is not bad, it can kill even without internal energy!" I became smug, completely ignoring the question from the skinny man.
"What? You have no internal energy?" The skinny man was very surprised, his surprise mixed with joy and doubt.
Taking advantage of his moment of doubt, I swung my blade and attacked.
Blade light filled the sky, but there was no blade energy. Every strike was deadly, but none of them were fatal. This is the tragedy of having no internal energy.
I fought while feeling frustrated: "Before my internal energy was gone, I could handle four or five third-rate masters like this at the same time. Now, I have to use my wits to deal with one. Sigh!"
The skinny man realized that I really had no internal energy, and he was overjoyed. After dozens of moves, his smile disappeared. A chill ran down my spine: "No, this is definitely not a move from the Illusion Sword Sect. The Illusion Blade Sect? I don't think there's such a sect! There's no imposing blade aura, yet the illusory blade shadows are impossible to break through. If he has cultivated supreme true power, even the leader of the Boundless Sect wouldn't be his match."
The sirens of police sirens wailed in the distance, and I intensified my attack. His smooth blue hair was whipped wildly by the force of his palm strikes, revealing his entire face. The sallow-faced man was slightly taken aback, the word "alluring" flashing through his mind.
Seeing his opening, without thinking, I shifted my stance and unleashed a slash from the lower right to the upper left. This slash had no illusion, only speed. With this slash, my right side was wide open. If I had internal energy, I could have quickly moved away, but now…
"Watch out!" Zhang Xiao, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but shout.
Damn it, who wouldn't want to be careful? But can being careful really prevent it? No!
The sallow-faced man knew he couldn't dodge the slash, yet he still launched a desperate final attack. His right palm, imbued with his full power, struck towards my chest. Halfway through the blow, I felt a chill run through my internal organs, like ice slicing through them, and my strength diminished slightly, yet the palm still came hurtling towards me.
There was no time to withdraw my knife or dodge, and I couldn't simply wait to die. I met his attack with my free left palm.
Fortunately, his life force was already gone; the palm strike's power was less than twenty percent of its original strength, but I was still sent flying, tumbling six or seven meters away. The fall was to dissipate the force and minimize my injuries. Although I didn't cough up blood, my entire left arm was numb, devoid of any feeling. Hearing the sirens growing closer, I had no time to rest and quickly stood up and walked towards the street.
Zhang Xiao chased after me, shouting, "Hey..."
I impatiently stopped and turned around, pointing my black dagger at him. "Shut up! No need for thanks, and don't tell anyone about what happened today!"
"I..."
"What 'I'? I don't have time! Getting caught by the police means the death penalty. I'm not a gangster, I don't have any underlings to take the blame!"
One of Zhang Xiao's henchmen couldn't hold back any longer and said very quickly, "Our boss just wants to ask you, are you a man or a woman?"
"You old mum! I'm a man!" I roared angrily and ran quickly towards the alley entrance.
Zhang Xiao looked disappointed and said to his subordinates beside him, "Of course I know 'I' am a man. I also know that Confucius, Mencius, and Han Feizi were all men! They seem familiar."
His two underlings, who were not very bright, didn't react to this kind of dry humor. They muttered in disappointment, "Prettier than a woman, how could she be a man!"
Just as I reached the alley entrance, I was met by the police who arrived late. I looked a bit disheveled, and there was a weapon hidden behind my waist. To avoid arousing police suspicion, I put my arm around a prostitute on the street, avoiding the gazes of the many officers.
Besides those working in shops, some older, less attractive women, or those with illnesses, solicited customers on the street. The prostitutes soliciting on the street all wore plastic electronic lights on their heads, displaying their prices. Their prices were very cheap, only two or three hundred coral coins, and business wasn't good.
I walked with her through two or three streets before letting go; we didn't say a word the whole way. Her fragrance was very faint, a very natural scent, definitely not a chemical perfume. My nose is very sensitive, and I dislike strong perfumes, so the fact that I could walk with her through three streets must be attributed to her natural scent.
She finally spoke, her voice soft and pleasant. "My price... is very high. Are you really sure you want me?"
I turned to see her face; she was very young, very beautiful, and very shy. I used "very" several times because I was very surprised.

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