Beauty Portrait

Having fought a bloody battle,

Yi Shanjin disliked women.

Over a hundred years ago, when he was still an innocent boy, he was forcibly raped by two beautiful goddesses on the white jade floor of a cave. He was brutally raped for over a thousand days, never given a moment's rest.

After a century of unconsciousness, he found himself in the body of a twelve-year-old boy, his family long since deceased.

Desperate, Yi Shanjin could only tearfully collect some jade from the abandoned cave entrance as compensation for his loss.

But even this meager "compensation," earned through three years of hard labor, was forcibly taken by the unscrupulous pawnshop owner, nearly costing him his life.

And that wasn't all; on their second meeting, the pawnshop owner not only tried to kill him to silence him but also coveted his girlfriend—a truly depraved and heinous act.

But true kindness still exists in this world. His two benefactors saved his life and provided him with food and clothing, allowing him to cultivate his immortal arts in peace, hoping to one day achieve mastery and avenge his grievances.

Coincidentally, these two benefactors were also beautiful and alluring women, which made him a little uncomfortable. However, his overflowing gratitude made these feelings insignificant.

Even though the daughters of his benefactors disliked him and often made sarcastic remarks, he could endure it all, for the sake of his benefactors.

Now, he only wanted to cultivate his immortal arts peacefully, repay kindness and avenge wrongs in the future, and after everything settled down, find a beautiful place with his beloved girlfriend, live a peaceful and happy life, have some children, and that would be enough for him.

Thinking of this, Yi Shan smiled happily, his heart filled with warmth, wanting only to hold that pure and lovely girl in his arms and share the sweetness of love with her.

Dang Wu had intended to accompany him out, but he resolutely refused, only letting her see him off at the gate before leaving in his carriage.

The carriage headed towards a secluded residence in Jeju City. There, a victim of the Caifeng Gang, named Chen He, was waiting for him, ready to hand over evidence of the gang's crimes.

The pawnshop owner was also the leader of the powerful Caifeng Gang, controlling Jeju City's underworld and ruthless in her actions, driving many to ruin and separation.

Chen He's fate was similar to Yi Shanjin's; for years he had been determined to seek revenge, collecting much evidence. Hearing of Yi Shanjin's situation, he sent someone to contact him, intending to hand over the collected evidence to him, who would then pass it on to the prefect's wife.

This roundabout route was unavoidable. Everyone knew the prefect was henpecked, and his wife favored Yi Shanjin. Yi Shanjin also had a grudge against Zhao Feifeng, who, to avenge her family, would rely on Yi Shanjin's influence and the power of the government, not letting go of even the slightest possibility. Yi Shanjin understood all of this.

Sitting in the carriage, he closed his eyes and began cultivating his immortal arts.

These past few days, he had diligently practiced, gradually reaching the peak of the second level of the Sea of Absorption Technique. His injuries had also healed prematurely during the practice.

However, he seemed to have encountered a bottleneck; after many days of practice, he still couldn't break through the second level.

If he could reach the third level, he could unleash immortal arts, and his combat power would be much stronger than before. But Yi Shanjin knew this couldn't be rushed; he needed to cultivate slowly and build a solid foundation.

The carriage creaked and groaned for a long time before stopping in front of a residence.

Yi Shanjin got out of the carriage, instructed the driver to wait at the gate, and went to knock.

The door opened, and a thin old man stood before it, bowing respectfully and smiling humbly. "The patriarch is inside. Please come in, young master, for a chat!"

Yi Shanjin stepped inside, led by the old man, and walked towards the inner courtyard.

As he entered the inner courtyard, his legs suddenly gave way, a whooshing sound filled the air, and he was lifted into the air as if floating on clouds, his body tightly bound and unable to move.

A burst of laughter erupted from all around, and a large group of martial arts heroes, wielding weapons, rushed out, surrounding him and pointing at him with wild laughter.

"Let me go!" Yi Shanjin struggled violently, and when he came to his senses, he realized that he was caught in a large net, suspended high from a treetop by a rope. The net was extremely tight, firmly binding him inside.

Through the mesh of the net, he glared at the old man and shouted, "Who are you? Why did you set this trap for me?"

The thin old man suddenly straightened up, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and sneered, "Fool! Daring to oppose our Caifeng Gang, you're really tired of living!"

A fat monk carrying a monk's knife walked over, laughing wildly, "I thought it was some kind of hero who could injure the gang leader, but it's just a little kid. He actually thinks he can bring down our Caifeng Gang? How laughable!"

The surrounding martial arts heroes laughed together, pointing at Yi Shanjin in the net and cursing, saying, "Our gang has a deep foundation. You little brat dare to oppose us? Don't dream!"

"So it was a trap!" Yi Shanjin glared at them, gritting his teeth, "Chen He, whose family was destroyed by the Caifeng Gang, is he also one of your people, used to lure me into a trap?"

"No, that's not it. You're quite cunning, kid. To trick you, we need to find a real enemy of our gang. But this guy is really annoying; he's managed to get a lot of evidence against our gang. We can't let him live. Do you want to see him?"

The fat monk pulled something from behind him and placed it in front of Yi Shanjin. It was a head, with its beard and hair standing on end, and its face full of grief and indignation.

Looking at his face, Yi Shanjin felt a pang of sorrow. He thought of how this man had been innocently murdered, his family destroyed, and now his enemy had come to cut off his head. It was truly pitiful.

The skinny old man put Yi Shanjin down, tied his hands with sturdy cow tendons, and searched him thoroughly, finding a jade pendant—a gift Zhu Yuexi had forcibly given him as a greeting. He sneered, "With this, we can trick that little girl into coming out!"

The fat monk grinned, "It's strange, what's so good about that little girl that the gang leader is so obsessed with her, insisting on capturing her alive?"

Judging from his winking, he might not be completely ignorant. The skinny old man said coldly, "Master, it's best not to say such things. You know the gang leader's temper!"

The monk shivered and indeed fell silent. The skinny old man turned and beckoned a few people to leave. As he left, he sneered at Yi Shanjin and said coldly, "Don't rush, I'll go get your mistress and let you two reunite in front of the gang leader!"

Yi Shanjin's eyes reddened, and he gritted his teeth, glaring at him as he left. Thinking of the potential danger that afternoon, his heart burned like a raging fire.

The monk lifted him up by the net and carried him to the back door, where a carriage was already waiting.

Yi Shanjin lay inside the carriage, bound by the net like a dumpling. The net was extremely strong; no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free, and finally had to give up.

He tried to calm himself, closed his eyes, and began cultivating the Sea of Immortals Technique.

Subtle spiritual energy surged in his dantian, flowing into his meridians and gradually taking shape.

Yi Shanjin was anxious, urging his spiritual energy to flow faster, circulating it for two cycles, but still showed no sign of breaking through to the second or third level.

In the past, he would have let things take their course, without rushing. But that thin old man had already gone to deceive Dang Wu; how could he not be anxious now? Yi Shanjin gritted his teeth and, disregarding his own life, forcibly began cultivating the breakthrough technique written in Xie Xiyan's handwritten book.

According to that secret method, although there is a good chance of breaking through the barrier and entering the next level, the body will most likely suffer severe damage. Xie Xiyan created this secret method only to break through an important barrier, which is why she would take such risks.

The so-called crucial juncture is when one's cultivation level stagnates after a certain number of years, reaching a bottleneck. At that point, taking risks is worthwhile for a breakthrough. No one has ever attempted to forcefully break through a bottleneck using a secret technique so soon after starting out, like Yi Shanjin.

At this moment, Yi Shanjin disregarded everything else, desperately channeling his spiritual power, silently reciting the incantation, and forcefully pushing his spiritual energy to break through the bottleneck.

Under this domineering technique, his spiritual power indeed surged, continuously rushing into his meridians at an increasingly rapid pace, causing waves of intense pain throughout his body.

Sweat quickly beaded on Yi Shanjin's face, but he gritted his teeth and endured it. During the three years he was raped, he frequently suffered the pain of spiritual energy impacting his meridians; this current pain did not significantly affect his resolute will.

His body grew increasingly hot, sweat pouring out, gradually soaking his clothes.

Beside him sat a young member of the gang, staring intently at him, fearing he might take the opportunity to escape.

He watched for a while, then grew tired himself and closed his eyes to rest. Suddenly, he heard Yi Shanjin's heavy breathing and hurriedly opened his eyes. Seeing that Yi Shanjin's clothes were soaked, he exclaimed, "What happened to you?"

This was the leader's man; who knew if she wanted him alive or dead? If he accidentally killed him, those involved might face severe punishment according to the leader's rules.

The young leader crouched down, looking at him helplessly, and hurriedly ran out to call for help.

At that moment, Yi Shanjin let out a low groan, and his spiritual power suddenly surged, flowing through his body like a mighty river, with even a faint light emanating from his skin.

Yi Shanjin bit his lip tightly, blood seeping from between his teeth, yet a resolute smile appeared on his lips.

He risked injury, desperately driving his domineering technique, and finally broke through the second level of the Sea of Absorption Technique, entering the third level.

Although he was still far from reaching the ninth level, the pinnacle of the Sea of Absorption Technique, breaking through to the third level in such a short time was something to be proud of.

He moved his body slightly, feeling pain all over; he had been injured by that domineering technique. The severity of his internal injuries was still uncertain.

Yi Shanjin raised his hand, channeling his spiritual energy into it. He silently recited the incantation for the third-level immortal technique, desperately concentrating his mind. Finally, he saw a faint light appear at his fingertips, like short, thin flames flickering at their sharp tips.

Yi Shanjin bent his fingers and lightly sliced the thick, extremely tough tendon bound to his wrist. The tendon snapped instantly, as easily as a knife cutting tofu.

The henchman ran out, knelt on the cart, and reported to the monk.

The monk, sitting beside the cart driver, warily scanned the passersby, wary of anyone coming to rescue the young man. Hearing that Yi Shanjin seemed seriously ill, he was startled and rushed in to check on him.

At a glance, the young man lay curled up on the ground, his clothes soaked with sweat. The monk was startled and grabbed his shoulder, turning him around and asking, "You brat, what are you doing?"

Yi Shanjin opened his eyes, gave him a cold smile, and a cruel glint flashed in his eyes.

His hand, which had been hidden beneath him, suddenly shot out, covering a short distance in an instant, and with a hiss, pierced the monk's chest.

At the same time, his other hand swung out, lightly slicing the monk's throat, a faint light gleaming at the edge of his palm.

The edge of his palm easily sliced open the throat, reaching the trachea. The monk stared wide-eyed in disbelief, opened his mouth, but could only spit out a mouthful of blood.

With a "plop," Yi Shanjin's face was splattered with blood, but he jumped up without hesitation, raising his palm and swiftly striking at the young gang member.

The gang member was stunned, only managing to raise his hands to block. Yi Shanjin's palm, gleaming faintly, was like a sharp blade, easily severing the man's arm and then striking his throat, silencing his impending scream.

Yi Shanjin gasped for breath, then shook his body violently, causing the large net he had shredded with his spiritual energy blade to fall to the ground.

This was one of the immortal techniques available when the Sea of Absorption Immortal Technique reached the third level, materializing spiritual energy into a tangible form, as sharp as a blade, indestructible.

Having exhausted his spiritual energy to kill two enemies, Yi Shanjin's already depleted spiritual energy was completely depleted. He closed his eyes to meditate for a moment, then picked up his ring knife from the ground, suddenly rushing out of the carriage and slashing the coachman's neck, sending his head flying. The head tumbled onto the road and was immediately crushed by the wheels, splattering blood everywhere. Around

the carriage, a dozen or so gang members, armed with knives, suddenly saw him rush out of the carriage covered in blood. They shouted, spurred their horses, and charged at him, brandishing their knives.

Yi Shanjin had no intention of entangled with them. He channeled his spiritual energy into his legs, leaped over their heads, and landed far away on the wall of a grand mansion beside the road. He then sprinted along the wall towards the government office.

Upon reaching the third level, his speed nearly doubled. Running like the wind, he vanished in a cloud of dust, leaving his followers bewildered and sweating profusely.

Yi Shanjin raced along the wall until he reached the end, then leaped down, kicking over a wealthy young man in fine clothes on a spirited horse. He seized the horse, whipped it mercilessly, and forced the steed to gallop towards the government office with a pitiful neigh.

Lying on his horse, Yi Shanjin gasped for breath. The internal injuries from his forced breakthrough seemed to have begun to flare up; his internal organs ached violently, as if they were dislocated.

But at this moment, Dang Wu was in grave danger. A moment's hesitation, and she might fall into enemy hands, leaving her with lifelong regret.

Thinking of this, Yi Shan Jin's heart burned with rage. Ignoring his severe internal injuries, he whipped his horse, galloping forward through the dust.

He traversed the long road, creating chaos as he rode, finally reaching the main street where the government office's back courtyard was located. Seeing the gate ahead, Yi Shan Jin breathed a slight sigh of relief, but suddenly his body tensed again.

He saw Dang Wu emerging from the back gate of the mansion, accompanied by the very maid who had sent the message and accused him of going out!

Not far away, a carriage was waiting, driven by the thin old man, who wore a respectful and humble smile, bowing and scraping as he approached.

"Don't come out!" Yi Shan Jin roared, lashing his horse's rump with his whip and galloping towards them.

The old man turned his head, saw the young man approaching from the other end of the road through the dust, his expression changed, and he suddenly strode forward, charging towards Dang Wu.

The two guards at the back gate, seeing something amiss, immediately rushed forward to stop him, but the old man drew his short blade and knocked them both to the ground with a single blow.

At the same time, more than a dozen members of the Caifeng Gang rushed out from the roadside, unleashing

a barrage of hidden arrows and darts at Yi Shanjin. Yi Shanjin raised his monk's knife, wildly swinging it, deflecting the projectiles with a series of clanging sounds, but he couldn't protect his horse. The horse neighed in pain, collapsing to the ground in a gallop, kicking up a cloud of dust.

A burly man rushed forward, wielding a heavy iron rod, and taking advantage of the horse's fall, smashed the monk's knife away from Yi Shanjin's hand.

Meanwhile, the thin old man had already reached Dang Wu, reaching out to grab her arm. Dang Wu cried out in surprise, pulling back, narrowly avoiding his grasp.

Yi Shanjin's eyes widened in fury. He let out a fierce howl in the wind, leaped onto the horse's head, and soared over the burly man's head, landing on his feet as he charged wildly towards the back gate.

Blood splattered all over his body, his face a bloody mess, making him look extremely gruesome and terrifying.

When Dang Wu suddenly saw him rush out, covered in blood like a vengeful ghost, she cried out in fright, "Chief, you're injured?"

Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in movement, the old man swiftly reached out and grabbed her, while his other hand swung his short sword, aiming for Yi Shanjin's head.

Yi Shanjin roared angrily, charging forward without regard for the danger. He raised his left hand to meet the blade, while his right hand transformed into a blade, aiming for the old man's neck.

The old man snorted angrily, his eyes flashing with a chilling light. His blade was so sharp that even someone with an iron palm would be severed by it in one strike. This boy, unaware of the danger, dared to meet the steel blade with his bare hand. He feared the old man would sever his hand and then cleave his chest, rendering his right hand powerless to harm him.

With a deafening crash, blade and palm clashed. The faint light from Yi Shanjin's left palm struck the blade, creating a nick in the steel, but also injuring him. Blood gushed out, flowing down his arm.

However, the blade did not sever his right hand; it merely cut a deep wound, exposing the bone.

The old man was startled and hurriedly shrank back, seeing the man block the blade with his left hand while his right hand slashed down, striking the old man's shoulder with a resounding crack. The man's bare hand had cleaved through flesh and bone, severing the shoulder bone and penetrating deep into the chest.

The thin old man screamed in agony and fell backward, fainting from the pain. Dang Wu was also thrown back, nearly falling.

The dozen or so gang members were horrified, exchanged glances, and charged forward, brandishing their weapons. The burly man, wielding a massive club, charged with overwhelming force.

Yi Shanjin swiftly turned to meet the attack, covered in blood, and lunged forward. Before the iron club could fall, he was already in the burly man's arms, his right hand plunging into the chest with a thud, severing the man's heart.

As his hand pierced the chest, he could even feel the heart pounding against his hand, the warmth of flesh lingering on his skin.

The iron club slammed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Yi Shanjin leaped back, snatched the iron bar, and swept it horizontally, sending one of the charging gang members flying.

In the backyard of the government office, servants screamed and ran around in panic, calling for the guards to come to their aid.

Yi Shanjin, wielding the iron bar, stood in front of the gate, like a mad tiger, violently swinging the heavy club and smashing it down on the enemy's weapons. At this moment, his strength increased dramatically, and the iron bar swung with heavy

force, knocking the weapons from the enemy's hands one after another, sending several gang members flying while spitting blood. But the attack of more than a dozen people was no small matter. Knives and spears pierced his body, leaving him covered in wounds and blood, yet he still fought to the death, refusing to retreat an inch.

"I can't let them hurt Dangwu..." Yi Shanjin gritted his teeth, his mind somewhat hazy, desperately swinging the iron bar, vowing to protect the girl he loved with his life.

His blood-soaked body, still fighting to the death, made him appear like a god of war, terrifying the maids who were used to his gentle demeanor. They were now horrified to discover the fierce and decisive side of this seemingly childlike boy.

The rapid sound of hooves rang out as dozens of cavalrymen galloped from the main road, shouting, "Those traitors ahead, lay down your weapons immediately, or you will be executed without mercy!"

Further away, many infantrymen rushed towards them, brandishing their swords and spears and roaring, fearing that the traitors would storm the prefect's residence and harm the nobleman—a crime they could not afford to commit.

The remaining gang members exchanged glances, fear creeping into their hearts.

Their goals were twofold: to kill Yi Shanjin and to capture Dang Wu alive. Now, Yi Shanjin was covered in blood, even coughing up blood, clearly severely wounded, and it was uncertain whether he would die.

But even if he were to die, he was still blocking the girl's path; clearly, to take the girl, one would have to step over his corpse.

Now that a large number of cavalry had charged in, how could they have time to kill the boy and snatch the girl? Someone shouted, and the crowd immediately sheathed their weapons and retreated, running to the other side of the street, mounting their horses, and galloping away.

The cavalry rushed to the gate, shouting as they chased after their retreating figures. Yi Shanjin watched the large cavalry charge pass by, then suddenly everything went black, and he fell backward, unconscious in Dang Wu's warm embrace.

...

The attack on the prefectural government office greatly angered the prefect, who ordered the head constable to immediately investigate the truth and arrest the thieves involved.

Although he was henpecked and cowardly, he could not back down when it came to matters affecting his reputation. Otherwise, what would become of the government's authority? His most beloved wife was now weeping bitterly in the back garden residence, nestled against her sister, the Lady of Shu, weeping bitterly.

Yi Shanjin lay on the bed, covered in blood, barely breathing. The female doctor undressed him, bandaged his wounds, and counted dozens of knife and gunshot wounds on his body.

Fortunately, none of these wounds were fatal, but the doctor said he also suffered severe internal injuries, and whether he would survive depended on his luck.

Dangwu knelt beside him, fainting several times from crying, hating herself for being a burden to him and causing his serious injuries.

Zhu Yuexi and her sister wept bitterly for a long time, wiping away their tears and calming down. Remembering the cause of the incident, she was both angry and anxious, and summoned the maids who served Yishan Jin to question them.

The maids were terrified, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, begging for forgiveness, and telling them everything they knew.

Zhu Yuexi then sent someone to call the young maid who had sent the messenger to Yishan Jin, but she could not be found anywhere; she had obviously escaped in the chaos.

After such an incident, the sisters of the Shu Kingdom were filled with grief and anger, and could only vent their anger on the maids, giving each of them ten heavy blows, banishing them from the garden, and sending them to do hard labor on the farm, never to return.

The mistress flew into a rage, terrifying the servants who prostrated themselves on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly and begging their mistress to calm down and not harm her health. The

Lady of Shu, her anger subsiding slightly, had her personal maid bring a damp towel to wipe the blood from Yi Shanjin's body. Seeing his fair and delicate skin, yet so many injuries, her heart ached as if being torn apart. She could only hold her sister's hand, weeping silently.

Yi Shanjin's injuries were indeed severe. Fortunately, he was protected by spiritual energy, and after reaching the third level of cultivation, his recovery speed accelerated considerably. After a few days, his injuries gradually improved, and eventually, the wounds completely healed without leaving a single scar.

However, while the external injuries healed, the internal injuries lingered. This forced breakthrough, although it opened the gate to the third level, had caused immense damage to his body, from which he had yet to fully recover.

Although Yi Shanjin had reached the third level of the Sea Absorption Immortal Technique, his spiritual energy was completely depleted, and his dantian was empty, unable to generate even a trace of spiritual power.

Moreover, he had developed a severe case of excessive sleepiness, sometimes sleeping for an entire day. Upon waking, he was groggy and weak, and his efforts to cultivate the Sea Absorption Technique yielded no improvement.

Helpless in this situation, Yi Shanjin could only hope to recover someday. Thus, with Dang Wu's meticulous care, he drifted off into a long, drowsy sleep each day.

Meanwhile, Zhu Yuexi kept urging the head constable to apprehend the criminals, refusing to allow the constables to slack off. Of

the bandits caught outside the back gate, two died from their injuries, including the thin old man.

The others all insisted that they were greedy and wanted to capture Yi Shanjin to extort ransom, resolutely denying any connection to the Caifeng Gang.

The Caifeng Gang had been operating in Jeju for many years, its influence deeply entrenched. Even the jailers and yamen runners had their own people. Coupled with powerful backers, even someone as powerful as Zhu Yuexi was helpless against them.

In the end, she could only vent her anger by having the constable kill a few bandits, not daring to touch the Caifeng Gang for fear of provoking a ruthless enemy.

Yi Shanjin had nothing to say about this situation. He already owed the Shu Kingdom Lady and her sisters a great debt and didn't want to cause them any more trouble.

The Shu Kingdom Lady and Zhu Yuexi felt quite indebted to him and became even more concerned about his health, visiting him daily to inquire about his well-being and assigning their most capable maids to serve him, hoping only for his recovery.

Their concern only deepened Wen Suoni's resentment and worry towards Yi Shanjin, growing stronger each day.

Standing at the window of her boudoir, watching the eternally youthful couple flitting about like butterflies in Yi Shanjin's bedroom, her face turned icy, her heart filled with rage.

"Could that guy really become my stepfather?"

The thought of a boy several years younger than herself possibly becoming her stepfather, or even just her mother's secret lover, made Wen Suoni feel nauseous. It

wasn't impossible for a man and woman with a significant age difference to become husband and wife. If the Lady of Shu was determined to disregard the Marquis's reputation and act first and report later, once the deed was done, even the royal family would have to acquiesce. They might even bestow upon Yi Shanjin a title like "Princeling of the County," allowing him to comfort the Lady of Shu in her lonely old age.

In Wen Suoni's mind, a terrifying image flashed: a fair-skinned boy with an innocent, childlike face, holding his mother's hand, her face flushed with shyness, sweetly emerging from the bridal chamber, while she and her younger brother could only kneel before him, offering him tea with a pitiful expression, and humbly calling out, "Father!"

These words made Wen Suoni tremble violently. She forcefully shook her head, pulling herself out of the horrifying fantasy, her delicate hands gripping the gauze curtains tightly, almost tearing them down.

Since the cooperation with the Caifeng Gang hadn't yielded the desired results, what other way was there to eliminate this major threat? Gazing at the pale-skinned boy in the distance, being helped out for a walk by Dangwu, drowsy and sleepy, Wen Suoni bit her cherry lips tightly, four words rising in her heart: "Use a borrowed knife to kill!" (
Passing by... Pushing...
I've gotten into the habit of coming here every day
. Passing by... Pushing...
I think I can't leave for even a day.)

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