Rebirth of a Stunning Beauty (Complete) - 14

~Chapter Two: The First Sprouts of Decay, Section Three~

'My father taught me unparalleled lightness skills, but I used them to peep at people taking baths…' The Third Young Master looked up at the sky with a face full of grief and indignation, exhaled deeply, lowered his head, and gently lifted a tile from the roof.

Li Xiaoye was taking a bath.

She bathed twice a day, once before bed and again after making and eating breakfast in the morning.

Normally, she should have already bathed by this time, but today, waiting for a certain overindulgent fellow, she had to make breakfast again in the kitchen before returning to her room to wash away the soot from the kitchen.

Now she was lying in the bathtub, carefully scrubbing her pair of long, straight, snow-white legs.

Her legs were smooth as jade, her translucent skin seemingly without a single pore, her complexion pure white with no other color.

Her well-proportioned breasts were half submerged in the water and half exposed to the air, the two pink nipples glistening with water droplets, making them incredibly alluring.

From his vantage point looking down, the Third Young Master had a clear view of Li Xiaoye's breasts and nipples, and her lower body, due to her reclining posture, was also clearly visible.

One of her long legs was straight, the other slightly bent, and the sparse black pubic hair between her legs gleamed with a dark, intoxicating sheen in the water.

The Third Young Master suddenly felt his nearly exhausted body surge with renewed strength; a certain part of him rose proudly, defying the stimulation of his eyes with the utmost anger. "

The night gave me black eyes, yet I use them to peep at someone bathing..."

With a splash of water, Li Xiaoye stood up, seemingly finished bathing and preparing to dry herself and get dressed.

The Third Young Master sighed inwardly, thinking, "I'm too late." However, this drying-off scene was worth watching, so he continued to stare intently at Li Xiaoye, observing her every move.

"What are you doing?" A ghostly voice rang out before the Third Young Master. He looked up and saw Uncle Li squatting before him, a rolling pin in his hand, his eyes fixed intently on him.

The Third Young Master smiled broadly, put his index finger to his lips, and whispered, "Uncle Li, the house's been badly infested with termites lately. I'm catching them on the roof! Keep your voice down, these termites are cunning, don't scare them all away!"

Uncle Li scoffed, "Do you think I'm a three-year-old? Catching termites? Where are the termites?" He then nonchalantly raised the rolling pin. "Xiaoyao Manor is a den of wolves and tigers. I, Old Li, have been guarding Xiao Ye every time she bathes. To date, no fewer than a hundred have died under my 'Eighteen Rolling Pins of Wolf Subduing'! If you can't hand over the termites, hmph…"

The Third Young Master lowered his head, sighed, and shook his head, lamenting, "Why… why don't you believe me, such an honest person?" "Fine, since you insist on seeing termites, I'll show you!" The Third Young Master said, extending his tightly clenched right hand, then suddenly opening it wide, saying, "The termite makes its grand entrance!"

Uncle Li, upon seeing the Third Young Master's palm, was both amused and exasperated: "Damn, Third Young Master, do you really think I'm an idiot? This is clearly a cockroach! Don't think I don't recognize a cockroach!"

The Third Young Master exclaimed in surprise, "What? This is a cockroach? This is a cockroach? No way! I've always called it a termite! Could it really be a cockroach? Damn, I've learned something new, really something new! Thank you for the guidance, Uncle Li. Since it's not a termite, it shouldn't pose a threat to the house, so I don't need to bother anymore. Goodbye!"

With that, the Third Young Master, without turning around or even glancing back, seemed to be crouching on the roof, and quickly, like a feather, drifted away, without even moving his feet.

Uncle Li, watching the Third Young Master's display of agility, muttered in astonishment, "How is this possible?" Without moving his hands or feet, how did he float away? This movement technique… it looks remarkably similar to Ximen Wudi's!

The Third Young Master floated off the roof, stretching his limbs in mid-air, hovering with a breath of true energy. He stretched lazily, waved to Uncle Li, and said with a grin, "Uncle Li, I'm going to get breakfast. You keep watch, and remember to kill a few more wolves!" With that, his body became as light as a feather, transforming into a wisp of smoke, turning and flying away in the air, disappearing in just a few flashes.

Uncle Li was truly astonished, because when the Third Young Master moved in the air, his body flashed in one point and then appeared in another, with almost no visible trajectory!

This movement technique was indeed extremely similar to Ximen Wudi's!

As Uncle Li was wondering, Qiao Wei had somehow appeared on the rooftop, squatting in front of the tile the Third Young Master had removed. Looking down, he said in a very low voice, "Old Li, have you noticed? The Third Young Master's current state is exactly like that of an ordinary person who doesn't know martial arts. When I first saw him yesterday, I thought his martial arts had been crippled! Even Madam thought so, but since everyone was so lucky to see him alive, no one wanted to talk about this painful memory. But now... I've realized that the Third Young Master's martial arts have actually reached the 'Formless Heavenly Dao' realm!"

Uncle Li nodded and said in a deep voice, "That's right! The Third Young Master's current level is so profound that it's impossible to discern his true strength. Perhaps only the Master and the Eldest Young Master, who have also reached the 'Formless Heavenly Dao' realm, and the Second Young Master, who has reached the 'Overlord's Path' realm, can truly understand the Third Young Master's abilities." Qiao

Wei nodded and said, "Unbelievable... We two, the first and second grandmasters among the four great demons, haven't even touched the threshold of the Heavenly Dao... Shame on us!"

Uncle Li said, "Old Qiao, don't forget, we two are originally from the demonic path. The Heavenly Dao is out of the question. And the Overlord Path is beyond our reach. Our martial arts, 'Time Waits for No Man' and 'Illusionary Demon Hand,' are extremely wondrous, techniques that shouldn't belong to the mortal world. Reaching their highest level, they are techniques that mortals cannot contend with! Unfortunately, I still can't comprehend the final level of 'Illusionary Demon Hand,' 'Illusionary Demon at Will.'"

Qiao Wei also shook his head and said, "I haven't even grasped the 'Time Without Trace' aspect of 'Time Waits for No Man' either. Alas..."

The two demons sighed simultaneously. Uncle Li suddenly raised a rolling pin and said in a deep voice, "Old Qiao, why do you never look up when you talk to me? What are you staring at in this hole?" Qiao

Wei raised his head, feigning innocence, and said, "I'm seventy years old, what's wrong with looking? Besides, when I looked, Xiao Yezi was already wearing underwear and a bra..."

Uncle Li gritted his teeth and said, "That still means I can see her thighs and arms! Damn it, you know you're seventy! Disrespectful to your elders! Morally depraved! Lewd and shameless!" With that, he swung his stick, striking Qiao Wei on the head three times in a row. Qiao Wei groaned three times and finally tumbled off the roof like a rolling gourd, landing with a thud on the ground.

Uncle Li, holding a rolling pin, stood majestically and righteously on the roof, the golden sun behind him. He pointed his stick at Qiao Wei, who was lying on the ground counting stars, and shouted, "One comes, I'll kill one; two come, I'll kill two!" '

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The Third Young Master squatted under the eaves, holding a bowl of fragrant millet porridge in one hand and a roasted chicken leg in the other, munching on the chicken leg while slurping down the porridge.

Zhen Luo passed by the kitchen eaves carrying a basin of freshly washed clothes. Seeing it was Zhen Luo, the Third Young Master quickly waved the chicken leg at her, calling out, "Luo'er, come here, I have something to ask you."

Zhen Luo walked over with a smile. The Third Young Master, cheeks puffed out, chewed on the chicken leg and said, "Luo'er…who are you washing these clothes for? There are so many servants in the manor, why do you still wash your own clothes?"

Zhen Luo smiled and said, "These are for Master and Madam. The servants are clumsy, and Master and Madam's clothes are made of very valuable fabrics. I was afraid they would ruin them, so I asked Master and Madam for this task."'

The Third Young Master chuckled, "Oh, so you've already learned how to flatter your future in-laws?"

Zhen Luo blushed, turned her head away, and retorted, "You never say nice things first thing in the morning, I'm not talking to you anymore."

She then made a move to leave. The Third Young Master laughed, "How can you be so thin-skinned? What I said wasn't nice? Look at you, you're so embarrassed. Do you think you can refuse to call me 'father' and 'mother' after you officially marry into the Qin family?"

Zhen Luo pretended not to hear and quickly took a step.

The Third Young Master called after her retreating figure, "Little Luo, last night I fought against many heroes, why didn't you go? Judging from your current state, your skills must be even more profound than the other sisters. I haven't suffered a single defeat, I'm so lonely! How about I test my skills with you tonight?"

Hearing the Third Young Master's blatant words, Zhen Luo simply turned her jog into a sprint, carrying the basin and running away as fast as she could.

The Third Young Master chuckled for a while, then tore into a chicken leg and drank millet porridge, his mind racing with various thoughts: 'How did Luo'er's figure and appearance become so alluring? Hmm, although three years have passed, and the little girl of yesteryear has become a mature woman, her seductive charm is so overwhelming that even I, with my composure, almost couldn't resist… Even ordinary martial artists, no, even top-tier masters, might not be able to resist! This femme fatale is comparable to the Nine Yin Saintess! Luo'er… she's quite adept at pleasing my parents! Hmm, perhaps she's finding a good backer to gain favor! Normal, normal. But that Nine Yin Saintess… wasn't she supposed to seduce me? Damn, three years have passed, I wonder if she's been snatched up by someone else. Impossible, she fell in love with me at first sight, and upon seeing me again, she was determined to marry no one but me, she couldn't possibly have been taken away by someone else. Hmm, absolutely right, I am handsome beyond compare, who can rival me?' The Third Young Master thought smugly, took another big gulp of porridge, and then his mind started to ache again: "

Tonight... should I go to Luo'er first, or take care of Xiao Yezi first? Sigh, I've already seen Xiao Yezi's body, if I don't take care of her, wouldn't I be too heartless, too unfair to her? Hmm, I've decided, I'll go to Xiao Yezi first. Hiss... what if Uncle Li is guarding there? No problem, I can just kill Uncle Li and force my way through, that's it!"

The Third Young Master's left brain was filled with dirty thoughts, while his right brain was thinking about his eldest and second eldest brothers, Qin Ni'er, and Tie Xuanxuan.

Yesterday, while drinking with the whole family, his father told him that after the Third Young Master fell off the cliff, Ximen Wudi seemed to have lost interest and disappeared without a trace without even saying goodbye.

Qin Xiaoyao and the others had also considered looking for the Third Young Master, but even the longest ropes they could find couldn't reach the bottom. They wanted to take a detour down to the valley to find the Third Young Master, but there was no way; there was simply no path down

to the deep valley. After several days, Qin Xiaoyao and the others finally managed to tie a long enough rope using countless ropes, only to find that even with stones tied to it, it couldn't reach the valley floor because the mountain winds were too strong, constantly blowing the rope around. If the stones were too heavy, the weight of the stones combined with the rope's own weight would cause it to break against the cliff face when placed at the bottom of the valley.

After trying countless methods, Qin Xiaoyao and the others finally gave up on the idea of going down into the valley.

Lian Zhou and Luo'er had severed ties with their father, Du Xiaoyan was homeless, and Zhen Luo said she had nowhere to go, so they all returned to Xiaoyao Manor with Qin Xiaoyao. Qiao Wei and Uncle Li were hired as guest elders of Xiaoyao Manor and brought Li Xiaoye there. Xiao Xiangyue and Liu Piaopiao had lived in Xiaoyao Manor for some time. They hadn't gone to Tianping Manor for the Martial Arts Tournament, and upon learning of the Third Young Master's 'death,' they were naturally devastated. With nowhere else to go, they returned to Xiaoyao Manor.

Tie Xuanxuan was brought back to Tiexue Xiaotian Fortress. For the past three years, he had written more than once inquiring about the Third Young Master's whereabouts, and he himself had been traveling throughout the martial world, saying he was looking for him

. Qin Ni'er, due to her special status, didn't go to Xiaoyao Manor but went to the capital. For the past three years, she had occasionally visited Xiaoyao Manor to see Lianzhou Luo'er. Xinghe Sword Saint Qin Feng continued to act as his secret agent. Since the Martial Arts Tournament, almost all truly chivalrous individuals had been completely eliminated, and the rest had all joined the Demonic Sect. Now, only Xiaoyao Manor and Tiexue Xiaotian Fortress openly opposed the Demonic Sect.

The Emperor of Qin, for reasons unknown, believed the Demonic Sect posed little threat and, instead of dispatching official forces to eradicate it, secretly hampered the Free and Unfettered Manor and the Iron-Blooded Howling Sky Fortress. This resulted in both manors suffering setbacks in their fight against the Demonic Sect.

Qin Feng, a royal spy, and with Qin Ni'er's support, had previously enjoyed the Emperor's favor. However, in the past three years, the Emperor had gradually stripped the original seven imperial spies of their power and appointed seven more, ostensibly for mutual support, but in reality to counterbalance and control Qin Feng and his group.

Qin Feng gradually fell out of favor, and the original plan to rely on his status to fight the Demonic Sect completely failed. Even Qin Ni'er gradually lost her voice before the Emperor!

~Chapter Two: The First Sprout of Rotten Leaves, Section Four~

The Third Young Master suspected that the seven newly appointed spies were members of the Demonic Sect, specifically targeting Qin Feng and his group. Even though their martial arts skills were inferior to Qin Feng's, all they needed to do was sabotage Qin Feng's plans to fight against the Demonic Sect. Qin Feng, because of the seven individuals' identities, couldn't indiscriminately kill.

Therefore, in the past three years, Qin Feng had only managed to destroy the Fenyu Tower initially with Qin Ni'er, but the tower's master, Dugu Hongjian, escaped, and there had been little progress since.

Therefore, Qiao Wei, contacting the Imperial Wine found in the Du family's secret chamber, deduced that the Demonic Sect might have infiltrated the palace and suggested shifting the focus of the struggle to the capital, temporarily halting the Jianghu conflicts. Thus, Qin Feng and Qin Ni'er stayed in the capital to handle matters. Meanwhile,

the second brother, Kuang Lei Dao Shen, had been traveling extensively for the past three years, ostensibly wandering the Jianghu, but in reality, he was sparing no effort to eliminate members of the Demonic Sect and various forces colluding with them.

However, the Demonic Sect was now quite cunning; Qin Lei Dao Shen, despite three years of effort, had only managed to eliminate some minor figures, failing to harm the core members of the Demonic Sect.

Now that Lingnan is in turmoil, Qin Ershao, hearing that the uprising might be related to the Demonic Sect, has joined the army to quell the rebellion.

Sanshao, on the other hand, is utterly disdainful of his second brother's enthusiasm for suppressing rebellions. He is a modern human from the 21st century, with an innate affinity for slogans like "Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?"

Since no one is born a king or noble, anyone with the opportunity can become one. Zhu Yuanzhang was a rogue, Liu Bang was a scoundrel, yet they both built powerful empires.

Moreover, peasant uprisings are the hardest to suppress because the people are endless; you suppress one, and another breaks out. These uprisings are like sparks; once ignited, they easily spread like wildfire.

In Sanshao's mind, his second brother is poisoned by orthodox feudal ideology, his mind filled with loyalty to the emperor, patriotism, and chivalry. But little does Sanshao know that his second brother's enlistment to suppress peasant uprisings is actually for another purpose.

As for Hua Linglong, the daughter of Grand Tutor Hua, she has now officially established a relationship with the Second Young Master. Although they are not husband and wife in name, they have long been intimate. For the past three years, Hua Linglong has followed the Second Young Master on his wanderings, never returning home. Now that the Second Young Master has joined the army, Hua Linglong has also gone to join the women's army.

Thinking of Hua Linglong, the Third Young Master couldn't help but smile slightly. That woman, as graceful as a goddess when still, exudes a heroic and spirited air when she speaks and acts, and is also quite fiery. Perhaps only the Second Young Master can tolerate her temperament.

And only the Second Young Master's thunderous temper can suppress her fiery temper. If the two of them were to lose their temper at the same time, there would probably be a good fight.

Imagining the Second Young Master wielding the Thunderous Blade and slashing at Hua Linglong, the Third Young Master chuckled to himself. The Third Young

Master ate his chicken leg and drank his millet porridge while lost in thought, and before he knew it, he had finished his meal. He casually tossed the bones aside, then skillfully flung the bowl onto the kitchen stove. He took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth and hands clean, stood up, stretched, and hummed a little tune as he left the courtyard, pondering which people he would take to the capital.

Yes, it was indeed the capital. Regardless of whether his elder brother Qin Feng and that poisonous Qin Ni'er were in the capital, the Third Young Master had to go. Because there, a woman was waiting for him.

She might be the only soulmate he would ever have. The Third Young Master, who thought his heart would forever be lonely, unexpectedly met Song Qing. That girl, with only three years left to live, pure and untainted, was also a reincarnation with memories intact. Only she could truly become his soulmate.

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Night fell quickly, and the lights of Xiaoyao Manor lit up.

After having dinner with his family, the Third Young Master quickly returned to his room. When the little girl Ye Yingxue, accompanied by Xiao Xiangyue, went to the Third Young Master's room to look for him, she found he was gone.

"Never mind, I'll wait here for my sweetheart," Ye Yingxue yawned, rolled onto the Third Young Master's bed, and quickly fell asleep. Looking at Ye Yingxue, who slept soundly like a baby, Xiao Xiangyue shook her head with a wry smile. After removing her clothes and covering her with a blanket, she quietly left the room.

Of all the women, perhaps only Ye Yingxue could so brazenly request to share a bed with the Third Young Master. After the frenzy of the five women last night, Xiao Xiangyue felt deeply ashamed of her own madness.

But she was also a passive victim. The other women had barged in after her last night; she hadn't intended a six-person battle. She was very, very shy. But in the end, she was infected by the frenzied scene and unknowingly joined in the madness herself.

Standing in the courtyard, Xiao Xiangyue looked at the clear starry sky, sighed softly, and vowed never to do such a crazy thing again.

"I'm not a shameless woman!" she thought.

But madness can be addictive…

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As Li Xiaoye finished making the bed, blew out the oil lamp, and was about to get into bed, she suddenly noticed that the previously closed window was now open. By the moonlight streaming into the room, Li Xiaoye clearly saw a dark figure sitting in a chair, a pair of bright eyes staring intently at her.

“Who is it?” Li Xiaoye exclaimed in a low voice, adopting a fighting stance.

The dark figure slowly stood up, took out a tinderbox, and lit it, illuminating a young yet aged face.

The face was young, but the hair was already gray.

Li Xiaoye breathed a sigh of relief, but then realized that she shouldn't have relaxed; instead, she should have been even more nervous.

Didn't she know the Third Young Master's character?

“You… how did you get in? My godfather is in the room next door, you…” Li Xiaoye said, somewhat flustered and blushing.

At this moment, the Third Young Master had already lit the oil lamp. He flicked out the tinder and walked step by step towards Li Xiaoye, laughing, "Uncle Li has been killed by me. He tried to stop me, and now he's tied up and thrown into the pigsty."

Li Xiaoye said angrily, "How could you do this to him? He was trying to protect me after all..."

The Third Young Master interrupted Li Xiaoye, "Anyone who tries to stop me dies! When I, the Third Young Master, want to go somewhere, no one can stop me! Hehe, Uncle Li overestimated himself and deserves to dance with pigs tonight. Xiaoye, in these three years, do you know how much I..."

Unconsciously, the Third Young Master had already walked to within a step of Li Xiaoye, his nose almost touching hers.

Li Xiaoye quickly took a step back, interrupting the Third Young Master as she avoided him: "You want to say, 'Young Master, I miss you so much,' right? Don't say that to me. Go say it to Xiaoyan; she'll fall for that. As for me, I don't need to. I, Li Xiaoye, know my own worth; I'm not good enough to hold a place in the Third Young Master's heart."

The Third Young Master wasn't offended and smiled: "I offered my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the gutter... Xiaoye, I don't want to force myself on you."

Li Xiaoye was taken aback by the Third Young Master's first sentence, deeply moved by the helplessness in it. But after hearing the last sentence, she became somewhat angry: "Then what do you want? Do you want me to undress in front of you and throw myself into your arms?"

The Third Young Master nodded seriously: "That's only natural."

Li Xiaoye was both amused and exasperated: "How can you be so shameless?"

The Third Young Master gave a strange look and asked: "Eh, you only realize today that I'm shameless?"

Li Xiaoye almost fainted, but just then the Third Young Master pressed forward again, forcing Li Xiaoye to take another step back, this time back to the edge of the bed, with nowhere left to retreat.

The Third Young Master chuckled: "Xiaoye, you're really good to me. Look, you said you didn't want to be intimate with me, but in fact, you've brought me to your bedside so willingly."

Li Xiaoye felt completely defeated, steeled her heart, closed her eyes, and said: "Do whatever you want! Hurry up and finish, then leave!"

This was originally a strategy of retreating to advance, thinking that the Third Young Master would lose interest and leave on his own after seeing her like this. But she underestimated the Third Young Master's shamelessness. He merely chuckled and said, "Sacrificing oneself for righteousness, offering oneself to the tiger—I like that! Alright, since you've made such a request, I'll grant it! If I didn't, wouldn't I seem too heartless?"

With that, he opened his arms, tightly embracing Li Xiaoye, and planted a passionate kiss on her lips.

Li Xiaoye's eyes widened instantly. She pursed her lips, whimpering, staring incredulously at the Third Young Master so close to her, struggling desperately.

But how could she escape?

The Third Young Master pried open her tightly closed lips with his teeth, savoring the sweet red lips, then forcefully broke through her defenses, inserting his tongue into Li Xiaoye's mouth, searching for her delicate tongue.

Li Xiaoye was both ashamed and anxious. Never before had she been so intimate with a man. She felt the Third Young Master's masculine body pressing tightly against hers, making her body instantly hot.

His broad chest pressed against her delicate breasts, sending tingling, electric-like sensations through her, making her weak all over. Meanwhile, the young master's erect member pressed against her most sensitive spot, instantly making her body go limp.

He seized Li Xiaoye's tongue, greedily entwining and sucking it. Li Xiaoye, at this moment, forgot she had her most powerful weapon; she forgot to bite the invading tongue, instead forcefully pushing it away with her own.

But how could she possibly be a match for him? His tongue was battle-hardened, a seasoned veteran, now known as the Golden Tongue Gentleman alongside the Golden Spear. How could Li Xiaoye's untrained tongue possibly compete with the Golden Tongue Gentleman?

Perhaps… Li Xiaoye was afraid of hurting him, which was why she didn't bite him; but all of this remained unverified.

The Third Young Master's surprise attack succeeded, freeing one of his hands that were holding Li Xiaoye. He swiftly attacked Jade Breast Mountain, seizing one of the mountains with a single strike.

The intense pleasure stimulated Li Xiaoye, her moans turning into heavy breathing, accompanied by soft groans.

The Third Young Master's skillful flirting left Li Xiaoye with no room for resistance. The inexperienced virgin was aroused by the seasoned lover, her heart fluttering, her desires awakening, her eyes becoming hazy.

"To conquer, one must attack where the enemy is not defending!" The Third Young Master, well-versed in military strategy, seeing that Li Xiaoye had given up resistance, immediately pressed his advantage. After conquering two mountains, he launched a surprise attack on Peach Blossom Spring.

As his fingertips gently unbuckled his belt and slipped into his undergarments, he used a technique of "parting the grass to find a snake," only to find his fingertips sinking into a warm, muddy swamp.

Li Xiaoye's body trembled violently. She gasped for breath, as if suddenly realizing something. With one hand, she desperately pushed the Third Young Master away, while with the other, she struggled to pull away his mischievous hand.

"When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave shall prevail!" Years later, the Third Young Master used this to educate one of his most upright children: "Your old man, back then, was the kind of person who grew stronger when facing stronger opponents and never gave up! Otherwise, how could I have achieved what I have today? Remember, even if the other party is the most beautiful woman in the world, you must bravely pounce on her and make her submit to you! Of course, as long as your old man is alive, you will never have a chance to be the most beautiful woman in the world!"

According to folklore, the Third Young Master's son turned against his father because of these words, then ran away from home and made a great name for himself in the martial arts world. Although the father and son eventually reconciled, the son of the Third Young Master spent his entire life plotting how to defeat his father…

Leaving aside the later historical accounts, the Third Young Master is now fully embodying the spirit of "the brave prevail when paths cross," engaging in a final struggle with Li Xiaoye.

Clearly, Li Xiaoye has lost, and lost miserably.

Her strength is no match for the Third Young Master, and thus the garden falls. The Third Young Master's silent, powerful fingers plunge straight in, only stopping at the final barrier. Li Xiaoye, weakened by the heat emanating from the Third Young Master's hands, collapses limply in his arms.

The muddy, warm, and infinitely suction-like swamp draws the Third Young Master's fingers in, and he enjoys the sensation. Then, as Li Xiaoye collapses, he gently lays her flat on the bed.

Clothes fluttered as the Third Young Master removed the barriers for Li Xiaoye and himself. His erect member plunged deep into her, resolutely advancing into the overflowing swamp of spring's tide. The warm, tight sensation made him groan with pleasure, and two clear tears streamed down Li Xiaoye's face.

Her virginity stained the sheets, like another cluster of peach blossoms blooming in early summer. The Third Young Master moved gently, licking away the tears from Li Xiaoye's eyes, biting her ear, and whispering, "Every insignificant thing has its beautiful inner world. Xiaoye, the Third Young Master's towering rose will only bloom for you in this life."

Such moving words finally opened the door to Li Xiaoye's heart. Tears streaming down her face, she groaned, reaching out to tightly embrace the Third Young Master's neck, her long legs clamping around his waist.

Under the moonlight, in the pigsty, a senior master who danced with pigs let out a long howl like a wolf: "Qin Ren, I will make you pay for your blood debt..."

~Chapter 3 Blood Washes Away the Sky, Section 1~

Qiao Wei, holding a large bowl, squatted in front of the pigsty, rummaging through the stench of the pigsty while eating braised pork and crystal pork knuckle.

Fragrant grains of rice clung to Qiao Wei's lips, and with a deft flick of his tongue, he rolled them into his mouth. Glistening pork fat dripped down the corners of his mouth. Several maverick pigs in the pigsty looked at this old devil who was devouring their kind in front of them with eyes full of bitter hatred.

The old devil, on the other hand, was staring intently at Uncle Li, who was bound like a rice dumpling with tendons as thick as fingers, with several tender white piglets nestled beside him.

"You mean... the Third Young Master subdued you with just one move?" Qiao Wei asked, his cheeks puffed out, chewing incessantly.

Uncle Li looked up at the sky with a face full of grief and indignation, and said in an extremely weathered voice, "He attacked me by sneak! Do you understand? He attacked me by sneak! If he had fought me fair and square, with no regard for honor, I, Old Li, would never have been defeated so miserably! Besides, how was I supposed to know when the Third Young Master suddenly learned acupressure?"

"You even know pressure point techniques?" Qiao Wei pondered, then nodded. "I believe in you. Of course, I believe in your strength. If... you were to fight the Third Young Master openly, how many moves could you withstand?"

Uncle Li remained silent for a long while before sighing, "Thirteen and a half moves. But, as you know, if I reached the 'Illusory Demon at Will' realm, the Third Young Master's current skills shouldn't be able to defeat me."

Qiao Wei hummed in agreement, saying, "Then I can fight him fourteen times. Luckily, I don't have an adopted daughter who would provoke the Third Young Master's night attack."

With that, Qiao Wei stood up, picked up his bowl, and turned to leave. "I'll go get some food. Wait a moment."

Uncle Li roared, "Damn it, Old Qiao, aren't you planning to release me first? Are you really going to let me stay here and be tormented by these little pigs like this?"

Qiao Wei turned back, gave Uncle Li a deep look, and said, "I still have three big bumps on my head."

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"I came with the wind, and I go with the wind..." the Third Young Master murmured, then spurred his horse, the spurs on his boots causing the mount to neigh loudly and gallop away.

At Xiaoyao Manor, Qin Xiaoyao was directing his family on a massive construction project.

"You, move this screen away. And those lychee trees in the backyard..."

"Master, lychee trees won't survive even if we move them to the capital. Even if they manage to grow, they won't adapt to the soil and water and won't bear fruit!"

"Hmm, that is a problem. Never mind, the lychee trees don't need to be moved. Just move the persimmon trees. Hey, Senior Li, why are you carrying two piglets? These chores can be done by the servants, why are you doing them yourself?"

Qiao Wei, carrying a box of gold and silver jewelry, laughed: "Old Li has recently developed a fondness for these piglets, so he's doing it himself. Master, you don't need to worry about them."

Uncle Li, with two small white piglets under his arm, had a gloomy face and said coldly: "Don't gossip. These two piglets each bit me twice. Humph, they think they can blend into the pig herd and I won't recognize them. Damn it, if they dare to hurt my pigs, I'll recognize them even if they're ashes! These two, tonight I, Old Li, will personally make roast suckling pig!"

"Gurgle, gurgle..." The two piglets, oblivious to the impending disaster, innocently grunted, enjoying Uncle Li's strong arms.

The Xiaoyao Manor was undergoing a massive relocation, preparing to move entirely to the capital.

The Third Young Master, however, had already set off alone, galloping towards the capital on horseback…

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Yunnan Province's capital, Wuyun City.

City guard Li Hao stood atop the city wall, covered in blood, holding a longsword riddled with nicks, and cried out to the heavens, “Your Majesty…”

*Whoosh…* An iron arrow pierced his heart, passing through his body, leaving a trail of blood.

“Lord Li!” The remaining Qin soldiers, numbering less than fifty, cried out in unison.

Li Hao's tall body swayed twice before he collapsed from the city wall.

Below, a dark mass of heads stretched out, numbering over twenty thousand. Nearly three thousand of them wore stolen Qin army armor and wielded captured standard military weapons. The rest were dressed in a motley crew, their weapons varied: machetes, wooden stakes, whips, spears, stones, and more.

As soon as Li Hao's body fell from the city wall, a group of people rushed forward, stripping him of his armor and even seizing his nicked sword.

Then, Li Hao's body was chopped into pieces.

The one-eyed, burly man in black who had fired the arrow smiled, slung his longbow over his shoulder, grabbed his eighteen-foot-long steel spear, pointed it at the last few dozen Qin soldiers guarding the city wall, and roared, "Those who surrender will not be killed!"

The Qin soldiers silently gripped their nearly ruined swords and spears, saying nothing.

The one-eyed man swung his spear, and immediately a large contingent of men charged up the steps on either side of the city gate, shouting as they rushed towards the city wall.

The feeble resistance lasted less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before the Qin banner on the city wall fell, replaced by a large banner with a blood-red background and a huge "War" character embroidered on it.

"The 1,500 defenders, after our army breached the city from both inside and outside, held out to the last wall, yet cost me over 4,000 men. The Qin army truly still possesses formidable fighting power!"

The burly man in black muttered to himself, gazing at the fluttering blood-red "War" banner. On

June 27th, 782 of the Qin calendar, Wuyun City, the provincial capital of Yun Province, was breached by a band of bandits from within the province. Zhan Tianwang, a notorious bandit leader in Yun Province, transformed himself into a rebel leader, inciting the impoverished populace to revolt. He led 32,000 troops against Wuyun City, which was defended by only 1,500 city guards.

Because Wuyun City was located in the heart of the Qin Empire, despite being a provincial capital, it only had a permanent garrison of 1,500 regular soldiers.

Despite the city having already fallen, Li Hao, the garrison commander of Wuyun City, led his troops to defend the northern city wall. With only 1,500 men, they resisted a pincer attack from over 30,000 rebel troops, killing over 4,300. Ultimately, outnumbered, he was killed in action. None of the 1,500 Qin soldiers surrendered; all perished.

Qiu Ruomei entered Wuyun City through the northern gate just as Zhan Tianwang's rebel army had completely taken control and was sending men to wash the blood from the city walls.

She wore a spotless white outfit over a simple white dress, the dress, washed countless times, faintly patched with finely woven fabric.

In her left hand she carried a seemingly ordinary longsword, a small bundle slung over her shoulder, and in her right hand she cradled a toddler, no more than two years old.

The toddler was adorable and delicate; although his clothes were made of scraps of fabric sewn together, the exquisite craftsmanship made him look exceptionally beautiful.

The little baby was nestled in Qiu Ruomei's arms, his large, mischievous eyes darting around. His chubby little finger was in his mouth, drooling as he mumbled, "Mommy, hungry... I want milk..."

"Good baby, you're two years old now, you can't eat milk anymore. Don't you already know how to eat millet porridge? Mommy will buy you some later, okay?" Qiu Ruomei smiled, coaxing the baby.

The little baby nodded obediently, saying, "Okay, Mommy, baby is the best, baby's all grown up, doesn't need milk anymore, can eat millet porridge!"

His sweet, childish voice was incredibly endearing; anyone who heard it would fall in love with the baby. However, some people, while also liking the little baby, had a very different kind of affection.

Among the rebel soldiers washing the city walls, a middle-aged man with a red scarf tied around his forehead and a pair of fierce, triangular eyes straightened up, squinting at Qiu Ruomei walking along the street below the city gate.

"Old Dog, go tell the Second Boss that a woman has entered the city with a basket of fine pastries." The middle-aged man's face revealed a lewd smile: "Damn, that woman is a beauty. Although she has given birth, her figure hasn't changed at all. Hehe, the Boss loves to torture and kill beautiful women. If we offer her to the Boss, there will be a hefty reward! Old Dog, you fucking hurry up and go! I'll take some men to intercept that woman first!"

The rebel soldier called Old Dog, who really did look like a dog, responded and ran down the city wall in a flash.

At this moment, a young rebel soldier, who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old and had a very youthful appearance, asked blankly, "Brother Snake, that woman wasn't carrying any snacks! Besides, if she wanted snacks, there were plenty in the city. Why would she steal a woman's snacks to offer to the Second Boss?"

The middle-aged man called Brother Snake had a strange glint in his triangular eyes. He leaned closer to the soldier, revealing a set of yellow teeth, and grinned wickedly, "Wasn't that woman holding a little baby who looked so tender you could squeeze water out of her? Our Second Boss, wasn't his nickname in the stronghold 'The Cannibal'? Tender little babies are his favorite food, hehehehehe..."

The soldier's face suddenly turned pale, and he covered his mouth and ran to the city wall, leaning against the arrow stalks and vomiting loudly.

Brother Snake and several other rebel soldiers who looked like bandits laughed heartily for a while, then with a whistle, they led more than twenty rebels down from the city wall, weapons in hand, and chased after Qiu Ruomei.

The soldier who was vomiting incessantly, seeing that Brother Snake and the others had already run down the city wall, suddenly gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, stood on the city wall, cupped his hands to his mouth, and shouted loudly: "The girl with the child in front, run! A group of thugs are coming to capture you and your child! Don't let them catch you, they want to hand you and your child over to our leader and second leader! Our leader is a devil, and our second leader is a man-eating beast, don't fall into their hands! The girl with the child in front, you..."

His voice stopped abruptly. Qiu Ruomei, who had already walked a long way but could still hear the soldier's shouts, turned around in astonishment. She saw that on the city wall nearly a hundred feet away, the soldier was clutching his chest with one hand, an arrow deeply embedded in his chest, waving his other hand wildly, and then fell headlong from the city wall.

The soldier's body shattered on the ground below the city wall. Snake Brother sheathed his bow and arrows, grabbed a thick-backed broadsword, cursed fiercely, and then led his rebel army to charge swiftly towards Qiu Ruomei.

Qiu Ruomei, however, felt a surge of anger rise within her after seeing the unknown soldier fall from the city wall.

"Baby, it seems we'll have to wait a while longer for millet porridge. Mommy has some things to do!" Qiu Ruomei soothed her baby while pulling out a black silk scarf and blindfolding the baby. "Same rule as always, the baby can't see." With that, she quickly untied her outer skirt, placed the baby in her arms, and bound it tightly with a white cloth.

"Clang!" Qiu Ruomei drew her longsword. The scabbard and hilt of the seemingly unremarkable sword, once drawn, were like a pool of autumn water, exuding a chilling aura. The blade was like a mirror, reflecting even the finest wrinkles on a person's face.

"You people are unworthy to be Qin soldiers?" Qiu Ruomei sneered, her eyes like ice. With a single, clean slash, her sword unleashed a chilling aura that spread like wildfire. Wherever the sword passed, the temperature plummeted, and ice flowers condensed in the air!

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Wuyun City was a crucial passage to the capital. As the Third Young Master rode into Wuyun City, a flood of emotions welled up within him.

This was the first city he had witnessed in the true martial world since his debut, the first city where he had killed, and the first city where he had experienced the pleasures of love.

Scenes from three years ago flashed before his eyes. The Third Young Master slowed his horse, strolling along the streets, searching for fragments of his memories.

However, he found no trace of the beauty he remembered in Wuyun City. The once bustling and prosperous city was now eerily quiet, with few pedestrians on the streets.

Even those few who were walking hurriedly moved about, as if someone were chasing them.

The Third Young Master felt a strange unease. Along the way, there were few pedestrians, but many soldiers.

Some were dressed in blood-stained, standard Qin army armor, while others, dressed like bandits and carrying weapons, roamed the streets in small groups, occasionally glancing at him with ill intent.

Every now and then, several stray dogs would dart along the street, tails between their legs, carrying bloodied human hands or legs in their mouths!

A sudden, intense unease welled up in the Third Young Master's heart, but it wasn't from the city's eerie atmosphere; this unease was completely unfounded.

Several screams echoed from an alley. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw a dozen or so soldiers laughing as they chased several richly dressed, obese men in a side alley beside the main road. The obese men were quickly cut down, their bundles falling to the ground, scattering gold and pearls everywhere, attracting a scramble of soldiers to loot them.

"When did the Qin army of Wuyun City mingle with bandits? Have they all become bandits?" The Third Young Master was pondering this when he suddenly saw a flash of white, whipped up by the wind in the middle of the street not far ahead!

~Chapter Three: Blood Washes Away Love, Section Two~

The Third Young Master spurred his horse, sending it galloping forward to the snow-white figure. He bent down, reached out, and grabbed the piece of white fabric swirling in the wind.

It was a hem of a skirt, seemingly severed from a whole white dress by a sharp weapon, with two drops of blood still clinging to it.

The Third Young Master examined the hem closely. There, he saw a patch the size of a fingernail, almost invisible without close inspection, stitched together seamlessly.

His face paled. He brought the hem to his nose, sniffing it carefully, then his face turned deathly pale.

His pupils dilated and then contracted, a sinister glint in them, and two eerie red lights flashed across his dark pupils.

The Third Young Master abruptly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, then gripped the hem of the white skirt tightly and spurred his horse forward at breakneck speed.

In the distance, the towering gate tower of the North City came into view, and the blood flowing down the flat, wide street caught the Third Young Master's eye.

About thirty rebel soldiers were washing away the blood from the street. Hearing the rapid hoofbeats, they all stopped what they were doing and looked at the Third Young Master with malicious intent.

In an instant, the Third Young Master had rushed to the front of the rebels. He silently surveyed his surroundings, only to see that the area within a twenty-foot radius of the street was completely stained red with blood.

The stone slabs of the street, the walls of the houses on both sides, and even the rooftops were covered in blood, countless bloody footprints and handprints imprinted on the street and walls. The once smooth stone slabs were broken in many places, and some parts of the walls bore sword marks, knife marks, gun holes, and arrow slits.

The thirty-odd rebel soldiers had already put down their cleaning tools and quietly moved their hands to the hilts of their weapons.

The Third Young Master, however, paid no heed. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he dismounted and walked straight to the eaves of a building by the street. He crouched down and picked up a piece of clothing with his fingers.

The fabric was identical to the hem of the skirt he had found.

Then, he noticed a pool of blood under the eaves, glistening with a crystalline luster.

He gently touched the pool, his hand brushing against it, drawing several glittering fragments into his palm.

These were small, melting pieces of ice, their surface already a deep crimson.

The Third Young Master looked up at the sky. The sun had moved to the west, and the summer sun was already quite intense.

His lips trembled slightly. He stood up, forcing a smile, and looked at the thirty-odd rebel soldiers who had approached, steadily fanning out to surround him.

"Who can tell me what exactly happened here?" the Third Young Master said in an extremely gentle tone, while simultaneously pulling out several silver notes. "Whoever tells me will receive these five thousand taels of silver."

A lean, tall man in his thirties, who appeared to be a minor leader among the rebels, with a large hooked nose, sneered and said, "If we kill you, wouldn't all the silver notes on you be ours? Why waste our breath telling you what happened?"

The Third Young Master shook his head and lowered it. "It seems I have to utter a classic villain line."

As he spoke, the Third Young Master suddenly raised his head, a fierce glint in his eyes, his expression becoming incredibly ferocious. He grinned, revealing a set of sinister white teeth, and almost roared, "You choose the path to hell when there's a way to heaven!"

"Whoosh..." The wind whistled, and the Third Young Master's figure suddenly vanished into thin air. Before the rebel group could even show any fear or panic, the Third Young Master had already reappeared among the rebels.

With a deafening "Bang!", two rebels were simultaneously struck by palms, their bodies flying backward and crashing into those next to them. Those struck were then sent flying, crashing into other rebels.

In this way, the thirty-odd rebels, like dominoes, were sent flying one after another, crashing into their comrades. In less than three blinks of an eye, all thirty-odd rebels were sent flying into the air, where they exploded with a muffled thud.

The bodies of all the rebels airborne instantly expanded and burst, slowly decomposing into blood plasma, which then rained down, staining the street, which had been almost completely washed clean, crimson once more. Of

the thirty-odd people, the Third Young Master had only used two palm strikes, hitting two of them.

The power contained in those two strikes, like the most terrifying contagious disease, spread from those two to the thirty-odd people, detonating simultaneously after sending them flying into the air. The Third Young Master's move was remarkably similar to Ximen Wudi's "Ascension of the Gods" technique from years ago!

The rebels weren't all dead; the Third Young Master had deliberately spared the minor rebel leader.

Now, the leader was soaked in blood from head to toe, his legs trembling, staring desperately at the Third Young Master approaching him like the most terrifying demon.

A seemingly benevolent smile had returned to the Third Young Master's face; not a single drop of blood touched him, and apart from his hands, there wasn't a single bloodstain on his body.

The Third Young Master walked up to the rebel leader and said gently, "Did you wet your pants? It's alright, I won't mind your filth."

He extended his right hand, stained crimson with blood, and gently touched the rebel leader's face, saying, "What's the use of crying? Do you think crying will make me let you go? Be good, stop crying, tell me, how do you want to die?"

Suddenly, the rebel leader's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, trembling violently. He banged his head against the ground with a loud thud: "Great hero! Big brother! Grandpa! My dear grandfather! Please spare me! Just treat me like a fart and let me go! Whatever you want to know, I will not dare to hide anything! I will tell you what happened..." His

voice trembled, drool dripping from his mouth, and the rebel leader quickly recounted the whole story. In this life-or-death situation, he suddenly unleashed all his potential, his mind becoming incredibly clear, and the entire account was recounted with remarkable clarity and without a single flaw.

"You used five hundred-man squads to besiege a woman with a child, and even deployed archers. In the end, it took your leader and second-in-command to attack at the same time. Only then did you manage to capture the woman at the cost of 123 dead and wounded... You guys are really something else!" After listening to the rebel leader's account, the Third Young Master slapped the leader's face with a silver note and scolded him softly.

"It's none of my business!" the rebel leader cried out, blaming himself on the heavens. "I did nothing! I'm the most useless one in the stronghold, so I never get involved in fighting, killing, or robbing. I only ever do the cleanup afterwards..."

The Third Young Master chuckled, "Alright, no need to rush to explain. I'm a man of principle; I won't wrong an innocent person, nor will I let a bad one go. Hmm, tell me, where were the woman and child taken?"

The rebel leader was too frightened to utter a single lie. Hearing the Third Young Master's gentle tone, he thought he would really let him off the hook, and quickly replied, "They've already been taken to the city magistrate's mansion. Since we captured Wuyun City, the First and Second Leaders have taken over the city magistrate's mansion and turned it into the General's Mansion. That's where the woman and child were taken!"

If the rebel leader had looked up at the Third Young Master, he would have noticed that although the Third Young Master was smiling, his smile had turned into an indescribably cold and cruel mockery. Meanwhile, a fierce, bloody wind howled in the Third Young Master's pupils, flashing with a crimson light.

"Hmm, very good, you're very obedient. Here's five thousand taels of silver as a reward!" The Third Young Master said, pinching the five silver notes between two fingers and slapping them on the head of the rebel leader who had just raised his head, revealing an undisguised smile of excitement after narrowly escaping death and making a fortune.

Silently, the thin silver note smashed the rebel leader's head to pieces like an iron plate, splattering red and white matter all over the ground, yet the note remained unstained.

"You plotted to kill me and rob me first. I, your young master, never offend others unless they offend me; if they do, I will not forgive. If I spared you, wouldn't I be breaking my own principles?" The Third Young Master smiled mockingly at the headless corpse.

He casually stuffed the silver note into his pocket, picked up a thick-backed broadsword, mounted his horse, and turned it towards the city garrison.

"I never expected... I'm not dead and impotent after all..." Riding on his horse, the Third Young Master felt both anxious and excited. "Even more unexpected is that Sister Mei is willing to bear my child!"

The Third Young Master naturally knew that the captured woman was Qiu Ruomei. In fact, when he saw the hem of her snow-white skirt, he already knew Qiu Ruomei was in trouble.

The flawless stitching on the patch on the skirt, along with the familiar scent, completely dispelled any doubts in the Third Young Master's mind.

This also explained the inexplicable unease he felt upon first entering the city. It was because Qiu Ruomei, the woman he truly worried about, and his child whom he had never met were in danger!

"Wait for me, Sister Mei! Wait for me, little one! I'm coming to save you! Zhan Tianwang, Zhan Tianhu, you two beasts! How dare you touch my woman and child? I'll chop you into mincemeat!" The Third Young Master cursed through gritted teeth, his mount, stimulated by his inner strength, galloping like a whirlwind, the rapid hoofbeats relentless.

After the rebel leader confessed, the Third Young Master naturally learned who the two leaders of this so-called righteous army were.

A man named Zhan Tianwang, once the leader of the Black Wind Bandit Stronghold in Yunnan Province, was ruthless in robbery and extortion, occasionally helping the poor, thus earning a reputation for robbing the rich to help the poor. His most classic line was: "Never rob the poor! Whoever robs the poor, I'll kill them!"

But everyone knows what the poor have to offer. If they're so poor they don't even have a pot to cook in, what can you steal? Toilet paper to wipe your bottom? For bandits, of course, they rob the rich!

As for the so-called helping the poor, if a bandit stronghold wants to expand its business, it needs a good reputation and needs to recruit new members, right? If you don't curry favor with the poor, who will follow you as a bandit? And who will help you rob the rich and then not report it to the authorities?

So this so-called robbing the rich to help the poor is utter nonsense!

Recently, Zhan Tianwang felt that the wealthy people around Black Wind Stronghold had been almost completely robbed. He also heard that the people of Lingnan, led by a man named Xiang Qi, had revolted, massacring the rich and looting indiscriminately. So, he wanted to emulate Xiang Qi and plunder the entire world. He jumped on the bandwagon, raised an army, and formed his own rebel army, calling it the Zhan Wang Army.

Zhan Tianwang was a skilled marksman and ambidextrous; he could draw a 600-stone iron bow with his left hand and a 500-stone iron bow with his right, making him a truly formidable general.

He had a penchant for torturing and murdering beautiful women, engaging in acts of torture and rape. The thought of Qiu Ruomei falling into his hands filled the Third Young Master with anxiety, turmoil, heartache, and rage!

Another man, Zhan Tianhu, was Zhan Tianwang's younger brother. He was thirteen feet tall, but lacked archery and horsemanship skills, excelling only in foot combat. He wielded two bronze hammers, the left one weighing 750 jin and the right 800 jin, and was known for his unparalleled strength, capable of defeating ten thousand men.

Zhan Tianhu had no other vices but eating meat. However, after contracting a strange illness three years ago, he lost his appetite for all meat. He eventually ate human flesh by mistake, discovering that it went down smoothly and even tasted delicious, thus becoming addicted to cannibalism.

His favorite prey was the flesh of children under five years old, with infants under two being his absolute favorite!

Therefore, Zhan Tianhu earned the nickname "Man-Eating Demon," his infamy so great it could stop children from crying at night.

The Third Young Master's eyes burned with rage at the thought of Zhan Tianhu's depravity. Cannibalism wasn't uncommon; in years of widespread famine, people with no food or clothing resorted to cannibalism, even exchanging children or cooking wives for guests—but that was merely for survival, for the sake of living!

Zhan Tianhu, however, was driven purely by his gluttony, insanely indulging in the depraved consumption of human flesh—a truly unforgivable act!

The Third Young Master wasn't one to advocate for justice; he was utterly devoid of any chivalrous spirit.

But now, he finally felt that in many situations, especially when Heaven was blind, even if he himself was a villain deserving divine punishment, it was time to step in and heal Heaven's clouded eyes!

"Damn it, damn Heaven, didn't you see that Zhan Tianhu was trying to eat my child, the Third Young Master of the Qin family? Damn it, no child, even if destined to be a villain, should be eaten alive! Even if everyone in the world deserves to die, a child who doesn't understand right and wrong shouldn't die! Fuck you, Heaven, you son of a bitch, you're blind! Today I'll wash this Dark Cloud City in blood, so you'll open your eyes and see this chaotic world!"

~Chapter Three: Blood Washes Away the Sky, Section Three~

We await the heroes who protect us,

creating a sensation to move ourselves.

Staining the entire sky red,

fulfilling individual dreams,

this world needs someone to be sung about.

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a magnificent bright red wedding gown, Qiu Ruomei, like a bride, lay on the bed, silently shedding tears.

Her hands and feet were bound by thick iron chains, her head strapped to the steel bed frame. Therefore, although her pressure points weren't sealed, she couldn't free herself.

The bed she lay on was less a bed and more a torture device.

Looking at the various instruments of torture hanging on the walls—objects far more perverse and vicious than mere torture devices—even the stubborn and strong-willed Qiu Ruomei couldn't help but shed tears.

She seemed to already foresee her fate… She could almost see the leather whip studded with tiny iron nails lashing down on her body, drawing blood from her delicate skin.

But she wasn't afraid of the physical pain, not even the torture and humiliation.

Her tears were for her child, her child who was only two years and three months old.

That was her and Qin Ren's child, the fruit of their encounter in Dingzhou City, the embodiment of her most beautiful love and deepest longing in this world.

She wasn't afraid of death, pain, or humiliation, but the thought of her baby about to fall into the mouth of that cannibal made her weep uncontrollably

. She never imagined that her simple plan to take her child to Xiaoyao Manor to visit the Third Young Master's home would lead to such misfortune while passing through Wuyun City.

When she drew her sword and charged at the twenty-odd bandit-like soldiers, she had no idea that Wuyun City had already fallen to the rebels.

And the rebels, upon first taking control of Wuyun City, wouldn't have posted notices on the city gates saying that the city had been captured and visitors should detour.

In fact, although the rebels stationed troops and imposed martial law after occupying Wuyun City, they didn't prohibit anyone from entering.

For the rebels, apart from the Qin army suppressing the rebellion, no one was allowed to enter the city. People entering the city were a good thing for them; they might encounter traveling merchants, or even large caravans—perfect for looting.

Therefore, Qiu Ruomei was completely unaware of the perilous situation she was in. Seeing the kind soldier who had warned her shot dead by bandits, her naturally chivalrous heart led her to draw her sword in a fit of rage.

How could a mere twenty-odd rabble be a match for her? In no time, she had wiped them all out. But when she had slaughtered the entire rebel force, she found the city gates tightly shut, and a large contingent of rebels poured out, surrounding her.

The five hundred rebels were still a rabble, but they had bows and arrows, spears, and knew basic battle formations.

After being surrounded, Qiu Ruomei desperately tried to break out, killing over a hundred rebels. However, the rebel leader himself intervened; Zhan Tianwang shot an arrow that struck her sword, knocking it away.

Without her sword, Qiu Ruomei did not give up and continued to fight fiercely. But when Zhan Tianhu's two giant hammers joined the fray, she was finally defeated.

She was captured alive, her baby snatched from her arms, and then brought here. Several old women washed her and locked her to this iron bed.

Now, Qiu Ruomei is heartbroken and utterly desperate.

Young mothers who don't believe in romance, have you ever imagined that a hero would protect you, single-handedly taking on a thousand men and charging through enemy lines?

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'Second Master, the cook is ready. Would you like it steamed, braised, fried, or boiled?' A minor leader knelt before Zhan Tianhu, who was lying on the carpet in the main hall of the city garrison, drinking wine, and asked cautiously,

"Hmm, that girl is quite pretty. Braised, fried, or boiled would ruin her original flavor. Second Master, I want her to taste the original flavor, so how about steaming her?" Zhan Tianhu had already drunk two jars of wine and was now preparing to break open the mud seal of the third jar.

The minor leader had just responded with a "yes" and hadn't even stepped back when an old woman with half a foot of thick makeup swayed in gracefully and said to Zhan Tianhu, the leader who was holding up a stone lock in the hall, showing off his muscular physique, "Master, this old servant and several other old women have washed that girl clean and dressed her in her finest clothes. She's tied to your bed in your room, waiting for your favor! Speaking of which, that girl's figure is really good; she doesn't look like someone who has given birth at all." There was a scar on his lower abdomen, probably from the cesarean section. '

War King grunted, slamming two stone locks, each weighing several hundred pounds, onto the floor with a thud, creating two deep craters. He grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his body. 'A cesarean section is necessary to maintain your figure! That way, your lower body won't become loose! You can go now. After Grandpa has eaten and filled his stomach, he'll have the strength to pamper that woman properly.'

The old woman and the small leader were about to leave when a small leader rushed into the hall like the wind, shouting, 'Boss, Second Boss, disaster! A young man with white hair is attacking outside! He keeps demanding that you two release his woman and child, and that you two tie your hands and feet and come out to die…'

Bang! A loud crash, and War King kicked out a stone lock, smashing the small leader's head to pieces.

The headless corpse, splattering blood and brains, fell straight down. The gruesome scene caused the old woman to gasp in horror and vomit.

Zhan Tianwang flexed his powerful shoulder muscles and muttered, "Damn it, those who disrupt morale die! Dyeing your hair white to look cool, is that so great? You dared to make us two brothers tie ourselves up and go out to die! Damn it, don't you know who controls Wuyun City now! Although the brothers are scattered throughout the city, I still have a thousand elite soldiers in my general's mansion! Hehe... another three thousand elite soldiers are also stationed near the general's mansion, one against a thousand? Do you think you're the 'Dragon Roar Holy General'?"

Zhan Tianhu said while chugging wine, "Brother, don't worry. He's just an arrogant young man, probably already torn to pieces by now! Hmm, you," he pointed to the junior officer who had come to ask how to cook the baby, "go to the kitchen and relay my orders!" Also, take this corpse to the kitchen; the flesh of a strong man is quite chewy.

The minor leader was already terrified, his face pale and lips white, his body trembling like a leaf. He shakily walked to the headless corpse and reached out to drag it away.

Before he could take two steps, a blood-soaked rebel soldier rushed in, yelling, "Boss! Second Boss! Something terrible has happened! That white-haired young man has already broken through five hundred-man squads! More than four hundred brothers have died by his blade!"

"What!" Zhan Tianwang roared, his beast-like voice shaking the entire hall, dust falling from the ceiling.

Zhan Tianhu, lying on the thick carpet, also stood up, shouting, "Men, bring me my hammer!"

Zhan Tianwang then shouted, "Pass on my order! Bring all three thousand elite soldiers stationed around the General's Mansion! Bring me my spear and iron bow!" Grandpa is going to go out and meet that damned white-haired young man himself! ※

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'Splash…' The black horse's hooves struck the ground, but made a sound like stepping into water.

'Splash--' Blood splashed up by the horse's hooves, lightly scattering in all directions, landing on the ground and merging into more blood.

The blood flowed silently, completely covering the smooth, flat stone slabs of the street. Some of the corpses soaking in the blood were torn to pieces, some were decapitated; in short, none were intact. In many places, the corpses had piled up, forming small mounds of corpses.

Even the walls on both sides of the street were covered in blood.

The long street in front of the General's Mansion had become a hellish inferno; now it was truly a place of mountains of corpses and rivers of blood!

In the center of the long street stood a lone figure on horseback, a black horse, dressed in blue, with long hair and graying temples.

A thick-backed broadsword, its blade already chipped and dulled from repeated blows, was held in a hand with large, bony joints, stained crimson with blood, the blade still dripping.

Surrounding the lone rider were over five hundred rebel soldiers clad in Qin armor and wielding standard Qin weapons.

Yet, not a single rebel dared approach within three zhang (approximately 10 meters) of him; all stared at him with eyes filled with utter terror.

Blood stained the long street, sword drawn, horse charging, boundless pride—who could rival him!

The Third Young Master slowly raised his longsword, its tip pointing at the large group of rebels blocking his path.

'Get out of my way!' His icy voice was like the biting wind piercing through a crack in a wall in the dead of winter, chilling everyone to the bone.

A mocking smile, a hint of murderous intent playing on his lips, accompanied the Third Young Master's slow, deliberate spurring of his black horse. The horse moved with leisurely strides through the blood-stained street.

One hundred and twenty-seven zhang away from the General's Mansion, three hundred and fifty-nine rebel soldiers blocked their path: fifty-seven on the left, sixty-six on the right, and one hundred and twenty-three behind.

Numbers were not a problem; Tianlong would never worry about having too many fish and shrimps. Ten thousand rabbits couldn't defeat a single tiger.

"Release the arrows! Release the arrows!" A hoarse voice howled from a rebel leader. Facing the Third Young Master's relentless approach, this leader, blocking his way, was ashen-faced.

He had never seen such a terrifying person. No, this was definitely not human. No one could kill over four hundred men in a direct confrontation with a thousand, remaining unscathed!

Nor would anyone use such cruel swordsmanship. On the battlefield, every soldier's principle was to kill with a single blow; fancy moves were tantamount to suicide.

But this aged youth was different. His blade was like a venomous dragon, tearing his opponents to shreds before stopping!

With a 'whoosh…', a bowstring twanged, and over two hundred arrows flew sparsely towards the Third Young Master.

He didn't bother to parry; the arrows bounced off him and fell to the ground. Only when arrows were aimed at his horse would he deflect them with his sword.

How could these arrows from ordinary rebels possibly threaten the Third Young Master? Even Du Gongfu's powerful axe strike couldn't cleave the Third Young Master's 'Indestructible Golden Silk Armor,' so even Xiao Tianci's golden arrows, known as 'Golden Arrows and Silver Bows,' probably couldn't pierce the Third Young Master's precious armor!

"Those who stand in my way shall die—Raging Lightning!" With a roar like a dragon's cry, the Third Young Master spurred his horse forward, charging ahead. His thick-backed broadsword, riddled with nicks and chipped edges, shot straight up to the sky.

A flash of light erupted, a beam of light nearly ten zhang long shooting from the tip!

The lightning-like blade light tore through the air, emitting a series of muffled thunderous booms. The intense blade light transformed into a giant sword ten zhang long, crackling with golden electricity!

The earth-shattering, domineering blade strike of "Raging Lightning Blade God" Qin Lei at the martial arts tournament was now being wielded by the Third Young Master!

"Thunderbolt!" The Third Young Master roared again, the giant sword slashing down with a thunderous roar. The violent sound cracked the walls of the houses lining the street, and terrified the three hundred and fifty-nine rebel soldiers before him, causing their ears to bleed! "Boom!

" With a deafening roar, the ten-zhang-long blade of light finally struck the ground, instantly cleaving a trench ten zhang long, five chi deep, and one chi wide. At the moment the blade struck, half of the three hundred and fifty-nine rebel soldiers were within its range, instantly cleaved in two from head to toe, then pulverized by the violent force. The other half, struck by the flying debris from the shattered ground, suffered broken bones and tendons, and the shock of the explosion caused them to collapse to the ground, groaning in pain, none able to rise again!

The Third Young Master had unleashed his domineering blade!

Anyone who knew the Third Young Master's true abilities would be speechless with astonishment upon witnessing that strike. Today was the Third Young Master's first time wielding a blade. The Third Young Master, who had never practiced swordsmanship, had actually unleashed a strike even more ferocious, wild, and domineering than the one Qin Lei had delivered at the martial arts tournament!

This was the result of the Third Young Master's three years of 'enlightenment' and cultivation at the bottom of the cliff!

The Third Young Master originally practiced palm techniques, but weapons are essentially extensions of the human arm. After comprehending the profound, ineffable principles of martial arts, the Third Young Master, who walked a perilous path between the Way of Heaven and the Way of Domination, perfectly fused these two paths together. Once

one method is mastered, all methods are mastered. Now, any weapon the Third Young Master picks up at random will unleash its maximum power in his hands; even a leaf or a straw can become a deadly weapon!

If the Third Young Master so desires, he can even transform his palm energy into sword energy, unleashing the omnipresent 'Heavenly Sword'!

On the battlefield, the Third Young Master's favorite weapon is the saber.

The saber is like a fierce tiger—simple, direct, bold, and powerful. Therefore, the Third Young Master chose to charge into the enemy formation with a single saber strike!

After the Third Young Master unleashed this strike, not a single rebel soldier surrounding him on his left, right, or rear dared to stop him. Everyone was terrified by the power of the Third Young Master's saber strike; even with a hundred times the courage, they wouldn't dare to advance!

The black horse galloped away, drawing ever closer to the General's Mansion—one hundred zhang, eighty zhang, sixty zhang, forty zhang!

A sharp whooshing sound suddenly rang out as a five-foot-long, thumb-thick iron arrow hurtled through the air, heading straight for the Third Young Master's face. The arrow was faster than lightning; it reached him the moment the sound rang out!

In a split second, the Third Young Master jerked back, his back pressed against the horse's saddle. The arrow grazed his nose, missing its mark.

Before he could even sit up straight, he heard three more whooshing sounds. This time, he judged from the sound that one arrow was aimed at the horse's head, one at his right leg, and the other had missed. However, if he sat up straight, the third arrow would be aimed at his throat.

And if he didn't sit up straight, even if he could deflect the arrow aimed at his right leg, he wouldn't be able to knock down the arrow aimed at the horse's head.

The archer who fired those three arrows in quick succession understood this principle and made the most correct judgment. Against an ordinary person, or even a mediocre general, those three arrows, even if they didn't wound the man, would certainly bring down the horse. On the battlefield, a general who loses his horse, no matter how fierce, will have his fighting power reduced by at least half!

Unfortunately, the Third Young Master was no ordinary man.

His figure vanished from his horse's back abruptly, as if he had never been riding at all, and the black horse still galloping forward had never carried a single person.

The next instant, the Third Young Master appeared in the air in front of the black horse, swung his sword, and with three crisp sounds, deflected all three iron arrows, embedding them deeply in the wall beside the street.

After deflecting the three arrows, the Third Young Master returned to his horse; no one could see how he got back!

This series of movements, though described as slow, was actually incredibly fast, taking less than three blinks of an eye!

The black horse continued its galloping forward, while Zhan Tianwang, who had been standing on a ladder behind the General's Mansion wall and had fired four arrows, turned ashen-faced.

"Quick...get out of the General's Mansion!" Zhan Tianwang leaped down the ladder, grabbed the iron spear leaning against the wall, and mounted his warhorse, charging towards the back gate of the General's Mansion.

Standing beside him, Zhan Tianhu, carrying two hammers as big as water vats, followed behind Zhan Tianwang's horse, asking dumbfoundedly, "Why are we running away? What about my snacks?"

Zhan Tianwang replied, "Damn it, what time is it for snacks? I don't even want that beautiful woman, what's a mere child? If we save our lives, we can have as much as we want! Damn it, that white-haired guy isn't human! I've never even heard of his lightness skill! It looks like it would take at least five thousand men to take him down! Besides, this isn't an escape, it's a strategic retreat!" How can we deploy our forces in this small general's mansion? Once we're outside, I'll close all four city gates, surround him with all my cavalry, and then trap him with my infantry! We have two thousand archers, why should we fight him to the death? Don't you understand the principle of closing the door to beat the dog?'

Zhan Tianhu tilted his head, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes: 'The flesh and blood of a master is a great tonic, I'll eat him raw!'

~Chapter Three: Blood Washes Away Love, Section Four~

The setting sun was like blood, its crimson rays coating Wuyun City in a blood-red hue.

Steam billowed in the general's mansion's kitchen, the water in the large pot boiling and bubbling.

In a large steamer not yet on the pot, a naked baby, washed clean but also pale and blue from the cold water, had his hands and feet bound with small palm leaves, curled up in the steamer, crying in a hoarse, childish voice.

"Mommy, baby hurts... Mommy, baby is so cold... Mommy, where are you... Baby wants Mommy..."

No one answered the baby. The kitchen was quiet, without a soul in sight.

The water in the pot gurgled and bubbled, and the firewood in the stove crackled occasionally. The once noisy yard outside the kitchen had fallen silent.

The baby's cries gradually weakened. Exhausted from crying, the baby opened its beautiful eyes, tears welling in its eyes, and stared at the empty kitchen door.

Through the door, a sliver of the setting sun could be seen. The blood-red color reflected in the baby's eyes, making the baby's eyes seem to tinge with blood.

Suddenly, the rapid sound of horses' hooves rang out. The baby's keen ears immediately picked up the familiar sound, and its young heart suddenly felt a strange, profound peace. The baby, who hadn't yet truly learned to think, surprisingly had its first clear, independent thought: Baby isn't afraid...

The horses' hooves stopped in front of the kitchen door. The baby stared wide-eyed, unblinkingly at the doorway.

A tall figure came into the baby's view. The tall figure blocked the blood-red setting sun behind the door, and because it was against the direction of the sunlight, the baby couldn't see the figure's face clearly. Even if the baby could see it clearly, they probably wouldn't be able to describe it. However, the baby could already accurately distinguish nine colors, and the baby saw that the figure's temples were pure white, like snow.

"That's the color of Mommy's clothes!" the baby thought, a sweet smile spreading across her pale face.

Almost as if running, the figure with streaked white hair rushed to the steamer, scooped the baby up in his arms, and with a gentle touch, the brown ropes binding the baby, preventing her from moving, instantly fell away.

The baby could now see the person's face clearly; he was handsome, with a smile just like her mother's, and eyes just like her mother's. Although he had an unpleasant, fishy smell, the baby didn't find it offensive. When he picked her up, a warm current flowed through her body from his palms, gently coursing through her limbs, instantly dispelling the cold.

Holding the baby in his large hands, the baby felt as if he were back in his mother's arms. The baby giggled, reaching out his chubby little hands to grab his nose, calling out in a childish voice, "Uncle, Uncle! Baby likes Uncle!"

He held the baby in both hands, lifting him high, a gentle and warm smile blooming on his young face. "Haha, he has a little teapot spout, it's a son! I, Qin Ren, have a son!"

He laughed like a child, holding the baby in his hands and spinning him around several times. Then his smile vanished, and he said seriously, "From now on, you're not allowed to call me Uncle, you have to call me Dad! Understand? Call me Dad! Or Old Dad, Old Daddy, Daddy, the most handsome Old Daddy... anything is fine, just don't call me Uncle!"

The baby didn't answer, he just giggled. The chill in his body had long been dispelled by the Third Young Master's gentle inner strength, his pale face turned rosy, and his bluish lips became pink.

The Third Young Master, holding the baby in one arm, swept out of the kitchen like the wind and continued searching the next room. He was overjoyed that his baby was alright, but there was still a woman he couldn't stop worrying about.

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Qiu Ruomei's eyes were tightly closed, long eyelashes adorned with glistening tears, her smooth face streaked with tears.

She had never cried out loud; even when she wept, she only shed silent tears.

There had been a commotion outside, but now it was quiet, and she didn't know what had happened.

Qiu Ruomei had never expected anyone to come to her rescue. She had always traveled the martial world alone, upholding justice, and those she had helped were mostly poor people, vulnerable women and children. In the martial world, she had no friends.

Moreover, the Demonic Sect's influence had spread throughout the land; even powerful sects like the Carefree Manor and the Iron-Blooded Howling Sky Fortress could only maintain a balance by joining forces against the Demonic Sect. The martial world was now a blur of right and wrong, with heroes few remaining.

And that young man a few years younger than her had already passed away, his body likely reduced to ashes.

Who could she possibly ask to save her?

Just as she was filled with grief and despair, the tightly locked door was suddenly pushed open with a bang.

Qiu Ruomei kept her eyes tightly shut, thinking, "They're here!" Seeing that her fate of being humiliated was inevitable, Qiu Ruomei secretly bit her tongue, ready to bite it off at the slightest movement from the person who entered.

Suddenly, a familiar laugh rang out. Qiu Ruomei's heart trembled; wasn't that her baby's laughter?

"Mommy, Mommy, baby's here! Mommy looks so pretty today!"

The baby's innocent voice reached her ears, and Qiu Ruomei's heart ached terribly; tears streamed down her face again.

That despicable villain, brought her baby here to watch her suffer humiliation! No, she couldn't let her baby see this. She had to die; no one would be interested in a dead person!

Qiu Ruomei opened her mouth, her pink tongue sticking out as far as it could, her two rows of pearly white teeth poised to bite down hard, when suddenly a slightly lazy yet incredibly comforting and warm voice reached her ears: "Sister Mei, biting your tongue to commit suicide is very painful, so why don't you do it?"

Qiu Ruomei's heart trembled violently, and she opened her eyes in disbelief. There stood a young man with streaked white hair, holding a naked baby, smiling at her from the bedside.

The familiar blue robe, the lazy smile she had repeated countless times in her dreams, the handsome face she had touched and kissed, the slightly mischievous, slightly lewd look in his eyes, yet always so incredibly warm…

Wasn't he Qin Ren, the one she had longed for day and night, the one she thought had long since passed away?

"Sister Mei, your little brother is here. Why didn't you say a word to him?" It was the same playful way he spoke, the same affectionate yet slightly roguish way of addressing and referring to himself. The boy was still the same boy, only his body was more robust, and

his temples were now streaked with gray. Only, a faint glimmer of tears glistened in his eyes.

So you're still alive…

Holding the baby, the Third Young Master walked to the bedside, looking at the woman dressed like a bride, and reached out to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. His

large, rough hand stroked the four iron chains binding her; the thick iron chains crumbled like tofu.

As soon as she was free, she sat up abruptly from the iron bed, tightly hugging the Third Young Master around the waist, her pretty face pressed against his chest, listening to his strong, powerful heartbeat, and tears welled up again without her realizing it.

She didn't say a word, just quietly leaned against him, feeling his heartbeat and warmth, feeling his fingertips run through her hair, feeling this rare joy of regaining what she had lost, and this moment of peace.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window, its crimson light reflecting on her bright red bridal gown, adding a touch of vibrant red to her figure.

At this moment, silence spoke louder than words.

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The Third Young Master led the black horse slowly out of the General's Mansion.

Qiu Ruomei held the baby in her arms, one hand gripping the reins, the other carrying her first-class holy weapon sword.

The baby looked at his mother, then at the Third Young Master, his little head not quite understanding their relationship, but he was certain he had fallen for this uncle.

"Uncle..." the baby called out in a childish voice.

"Call me Daddy!" The Third Young Master smiled and glanced back at the baby.

Qiu Ruomei glanced at the Third Young Master with a hint of coquettishness, patted the baby in her arms, and said softly, "Call me Daddy, this is your real Daddy!"

The baby thought for a moment, then whispered, "Daddy." Then he giggled and said, "Baby likes Daddy!"

"Hmm," the Third Young Master nodded, and said, "Call me the most handsome Daddy and let me hear it?"

The baby sweetly called out, "The most handsome Daddy!"

"Oh, so good!" The Third Young Master smiled so much that he could hardly close his mouth. "By the way, does the baby have a name?"

"Just call him Baby!" Qiu Ruomei smiled. "Baby's formal name is Baby, I chose it."

The Third Young Master frowned and said, "A boy, just called Baby? Is that appropriate? When he grows up, will he still be called Baby? Will he be called Baby all the time?"

Qiu Ruomei smiled and said, "No matter how old the baby gets, he will always be our baby! Qin Baby, isn't that a good name?"

The Third Young Master was speechless. It's never going to work to reason with a woman. However, Qin Baobao is a good name. If Baobao herself doesn't like it when she grows up, she can change it!

The Third Young Master muttered to himself, "What should I change it to? Qin Shi Huang? No, that's short-lived. Qinhuangdao? No good either. Qin Hui? Oh my god, what am I thinking…"

"Aren, what are you saying!" Qiu Ruomei asked, "What are you muttering to yourself about? By the way, tell me quickly what happened after you fell off the cliff! I didn't go to the martial arts tournament, and later I heard you fell off a bottomless cliff at Tianping Manor. I thought I'd never see you again…"

"Hehe, that's called being lucky and having a long life!" The Third Young Master said smugly, "Your dear brother here is a favored son of heaven, how could I die so easily? But what happened after falling off the cliff is too many words to explain. In short, I had many extraordinary encounters. For example, I obtained several spirit beast pills that take three thousand years to form. I also collected several rare flowers and herbs that are now extinct but can increase one's cultivation level by a thousand years. I also found several caves where ancient masters were buried and obtained several secret manuals, which I naturally practiced..." Overjoyed, the Third Young Master began to lose his mind and talk nonsense.

Qiu Ruomei curled her lip. "What do you mean by 'blessed by nature'? It's clearly a curse that lives on for a thousand years..."

"Sister Mei, raising a baby alone must have been very hard for you, right?"

"It's nothing. Watching the baby grow up day by day, what's a little hardship?"

"Why don't you go to Xiaoyao Manor to find my parents? If you just tell them this is my baby, my old man and mother will be overjoyed."

"Find your parents? What right do I have to go to them? Don't forget, I'm not your lawfully wedded wife. A woman who is pregnant before marriage and has given birth to a child, what do you think your parents will think of me? I don't want to be talked about behind my back."

"Uh... Sister Mei, you're still so unique. Becoming a mother hasn't changed you at all. Hehe, even your figure hasn't changed at all, still the same as when you were a young girl~~~"

"You little lecher, talking nonsense, you deserve a beating!"

"Ah, spare me, hero..."

Chatting and laughing, the Third Young Master led his black horse by the reins with his left hand and carried a newly found horse-slaying saber in his right. They left the General's Mansion, crossed the blood-stained street, and headed towards the North Gate.

The entire route was eerily quiet; not a soul was to be seen. The setting sun cast long shadows of the two men and their horse, dancing slowly on the polished street, creating an indescribable desolation and eeriness.

Reaching a street corner, the Third Young Master, who had been chatting and laughing with Qiu Ruomei, suddenly smiled slightly, revealing a sinister grin.

"Sister Mei, it seems... someone's tired of living. I'll go send them on their way!" With that, the Third Young Master released the reins, gripped his saber with both hands, strode to the last mud-brick house at the street corner, took a deep breath before the gray wall, and then swiftly slashed with his saber!

A streak of sword light flashed, seemingly endless, slicing the house diagonally in half. A low groan followed by agonizing screams.

The person cut in half didn't die immediately; they had ample time to scream, expressing their fear of death and their vehement condemnation of their killer. If the cut was fast enough, the person could even clearly see their body split in two, watching the blood and internal organs slowly drain out. This was undeniably thrilling, making the screams from behind the house all the more agonizing.

With a deafening crash, the house began to slide and collapse diagonally from the line where the sword light had struck. Finally, the upper half of the house slid completely out, tilting to one side and crumbling into ruins. About twenty rebel soldiers hiding behind the house had been cut in two by the sword light that had brought down the entire structure.

Forty severed bodies lay scattered on the ground, some already dead, some writhing and desperately trying to stuff their intestines back into their stomachs, others crawling around howling, leaving horrifying trails of blood behind them.

As the house collapsed, a large contingent of rebel soldiers, already arrayed and ready for battle, appeared before the Third Young Master and Qiu Ruomei on the wide street ahead.

Gazing at the sea of swords and spears, the gleaming arrows, and the neatly lined cavalry, the Third Young Master slung his broadsword over his shoulder, turned back, and laughed, “Sister Mei, please blindfold me. I told you before I came, today… we will wash Black Cloud City in blood!”

~Chapter Three: Blood Washes Away Love, Section Five~

A crimson robe billowed diagonally, like a fiery cloud, and slowly landed on Qiu Ruomei.

The invisibility robe, capable of automatically adjusting its color and temperature according to the surrounding environment, now shone with a vibrant red glow under the blood-red sunset.

"This invisibility robe is impervious to swords and spears, and impervious to fire and water. Wearing it, you and the baby will be fearless against blades and spears. Even if the rebels attack you with arrows, they cannot harm you."

The Third Young Master, carrying a sword, stepped forward to meet the thousands of troops poised to attack.

"What will you do? How can you fight so many people alone? They are an army, numerous and powerful..." Qiu Ruomei's voice trembled, her knuckles white from gripping the invisibility robe so tightly.

"Trust me," the Third Young Master turned back again, smiling slightly at Qiu Ruomei, "In the entire world, except for one person, even a thousand troops cannot harm me in the slightest!"

Qiu Ruomei stared blankly at the Third Young Master's smile, the most infectious and confident smile she had ever seen in her life. Suddenly, an involuntary, boundless trust in the Third Young Master arose within her, as if his words were always true.

Donning the invisibility robe, Qiu Ruomei took out a black cloth and blindfolded the baby. She gazed at the tall, imposing figure of the Third Young Master silhouetted against the setting sun, the blade of his sword, held across his shoulder, tinged with the crimson of the setting sun.

She gripped the sword tightly, tightened her grip on the reins, and suddenly cried out with all her might, "Ah Ren, I will fight alongside you!"

She didn't ask to live, but to die together; even if he couldn't withstand this army, she would fight him to the very last moment, until her last drop of blood was shed.

The Third Young Master didn't turn back, laughed loudly, and proclaimed, "Good! Sister Mei, after I break through their cavalry and destroy their archers, you and Bao Bao will fight alongside me!"

Facing a vast army, he remained calm and composed; this heroic spirit made the hastily assembled, rabble-like rebel army pale in comparison.

Where righteousness lies, though thousands stand against me, I will go!

The despicable and shameless Third Young Master of the Qin family finally unleashed the first display of righteous indignation in his life!

The War King sat on his warhorse, iron bow on his back, steel spear in his hand. Zhan Tianhu stood beside him, carrying two giant hammers. His towering figure was only a head and a half shorter than Zhan Tianwang, who sat on his horse.

Across the infantry formation in front, the archers on the flanks, and the cavalry at the forefront, Zhan Tianwang narrowed his single eye, staring intently at the Third Young Master who was steadily approaching the army.

"Giving your warhorse to a woman? I've never seen such a stupid general in my life!" Zhan Tianwang laughed loudly as he looked at the approaching Third Young Master.

"Is that so?" A strange smile played on the Third Young Master's lips. "What if… I'm not a general at all?"

Zhan Tianwang was taken aback, shouting, "What did you say?"

"I said…" The Third Young Master swung his long sword, the tip falling to the ground. He changed from a slow pace to a trot, the tip of the sword scraping against the ground, sparks flying: "I'm not a general, I'm the second-best martial arts master in the world!"

Zhan Tianwang was startled. If he wasn't a general, but merely a martial arts master, then having a horse was insignificant. " If one's lightness skill is good enough, not having a horse is actually more convenient!

" Zhan Tianhu asked. "Brother, do you think he dares to come alone? Does he want to kill both of us and cause our army to collapse without a fight?" Zhan Tianwang

calmed down, chuckled, and said, "He's dreaming! We have a full five thousand men in front of us. Not to mention the thousand iron cavalry, two thousand archers alone are enough to turn him into a pincushion!"

Although the rebel army numbered over twenty-seven thousand, there wasn't much spacious ground within the city. Even though Zhan Tianwang had found the widest area near the north gate to deploy his troops, he could only deploy five thousand soldiers. Of the remaining twenty-two thousand, after deducting the six thousand stationed at the other three gates, the remaining sixteen thousand had all climbed the north city wall, standing densely packed on it, ready to watch a good show.

Five thousand men killing one person—too many wolves, too little meat—is called a brutal killing.

One person killing five thousand people—too many meat, too few wolves—is called a massacre.

In the hearts of all the rebels, this battle should be considered a brutal killing.

Zhan Tianhu snorted twice, muttering to himself, "Shooting them into hedgehogs, too much blood, they won't taste good..."

At this moment, the Third Young Master had already run into the archers' firing range. Zhan Tianwang raised his steel spear, gathered his energy in his chest, and shouted, "Archers, prepare—"

Two thousand bows were drawn simultaneously, two thousand arrows aimed at the Third Young Master at the same time, the gleaming arrowheads flowing with a blood-red iridescence in the setting sun.

The Third Young Master sneered; a rabble is a rabble. Those bows included those made of bamboo and those with wooden frames, with iron-framed bows being pitifully few. Although there were enough arrows, what use were there if the bows were weak?

If two thousand arrows were used to shoot one person, probably nineteen hundred arrows would miss!

"Release!" Zhan Tianwang swung his steel spear down, and with a twang of the bowstring, two thousand arrows shot out, raining down on the Third Young Master.

The instant the arrows left the bowstring, the Third Young Master accelerated!

He abruptly raised his saber, gripped the hilt with both hands, and charged forward like lightning, letting out a thunderous roar: "Kill!"

The Third Young Master's speed exceeded everyone's expectations. Before the rain of arrows even reached his original position, he had already reached a mere ten feet in front of the front rank of cavalry!

Everyone only saw the Third Young Master's figure flash by; they didn't even see his movement clearly before he appeared before the cavalry!

"Kill!" With another roar, the Third Young Master slashed horizontally with his saber, a streak of sword light flashing past, the ten-foot-long blade tracing a perfect 180-degree semi-circle from left to right. Within the range of the blade's edge, all the rebel cavalrymen who had no time to react felt a chill at the base of their legs. The blade had severed their legs at the root, severing them along with their horses' heads and bodies!

A series of shrill screams and neighing horses erupted, blood splattering across the ground. Over three hundred legless cavalrymen fell from their horses simultaneously, limbs and horse carcasses littering the ground. The legless rebel cavalrymen crawled and writhed on the ground, their cries deafening.

Because of these severed limbs and fragments, the cavalry behind lost their initiative and could not accelerate their charge!

Cavalrymen without mobility were like human targets, unable to turn and helpless, left to be slaughtered.

But the Third Young Master's ambitions clearly lay not in the cavalry. After destroying the fighting power of over three hundred cavalrymen with a single strike and restricting the mobility of the remaining six hundred, he immediately charged like a ghost into the archers on the left flank of the cavalry. His blade flashed repeatedly, and countless more heads fell to the ground!

The archers of the archery team were equipped with light waist sabers, but with the Third Young Master's lightning speed, they didn't even have time to discard their bows and draw their swords before being beheaded by him with a single stroke.

The Third Young Master's saber had no set moves; the twelve-foot-long horse-slaying saber in his hands only had one move: a sweeping strike!

The length of the saber, including the blade's shearing light, was a full three zhang (approximately 10 meters). With a single sweep, everything within three zhang, whether person or weapon, was cut in two!

Blood flowed everywhere, corpses piled up like mountains, and the rebels howled in terror!

A dragon soars through the universe, all living beings flee in terror; a phoenix dances in the nine heavens, mortal birds bow their heads; how can the mere light of a firefly compare to the brilliance of the moon?

The rebel soldiers, who had been cheering after the archers fired, now fell silent as they watched their comrades being slaughtered like rabbits by the Third Young Master. Their eyes were filled with terror as they watched the blood-red figure relentlessly chasing and hacking through the crowd.

The Asura's Demonic Eye, slaughtering humanity!

No one could single-handedly take on a regular army of 27,000. A well-trained, battle-hardened regular army of 27,000, once they formed a defensive formation around a martial arts master, would leave even the strongest master barely able to survive.

But this rebel army was a true rabble. Its main members were bandits from Black Wind Stronghold led by Zhan Tianwang, with the rest being mostly local ruffians and a small number of impoverished civilians who had rebelled for survival.

The bandits robbed and plundered, their business a life of mortal danger, but when they fought, they always encountered ordinary people who lacked martial arts skills, so they were always the ones slaughtering others.

While thugs and ruffians might be capable of street brawls, and could display extraordinary courage and fighting power when outnumbered, when had they ever witnessed true hell?

As for the impoverished civilians, some had only joined the rebels two or three days prior. Their rebellion was merely for food; what was the point if they lost their lives? Moreover, these poor civilians deeply despised their leader's character!

Therefore, this rebel army was already demoralized, lacking morale and fighting strength.

So, upon seeing the Third Young Master's almost godlike figure, the rebels' morale completely crumbled. Some of the rebels watching from the city walls quietly slipped down, discarding their weapons and armor, and fled.

Meanwhile, the rebels fighting the Third Young Master below were thrown into chaos; often, the moment the Third Young Master's gaze fell on a particular spot, the rebels there would begin to scatter in a panic.

With a sharp clang, the iron-forged saber, unable to withstand the Third Young Master's ferocious internal force, shattered into pieces after its seventy-first strike.

Meanwhile, the Third Young Master had already killed over seven hundred archers on the left flank, the rest fleeing.

He wiped the blood from his face, laughed loudly, and turned to charge into the hesitant cavalry. With a casual palm strike, he shattered a rider's spear and snatched it from his hand. The Third Young Master

flicked the spear, its tip flashing, creating a flurry of spear flowers. A series of "thud, thud, thud" sounds followed, and more than ten riders simultaneously gushed blood from their chests and fell backward from their horses.

The Third Young Master didn't linger with the cavalry, instead charging swiftly towards the archers on the right flank.

Meanwhile, the archers on the right flank had already nocked their arrows. Initially hesitant to fire because the Third Young Master was entangled with his own men, they now saw him charging. Except for the hundred or so of the smartest riders who abandoned their bows

and fled, the rest simultaneously yelled and fired, ignoring the fact that their own cavalry was right behind him. Arrows of varying quality flew towards the Third Young Master, who wielded his spear like a windmill, easily deflecting the arrows aimed directly at him. The remaining, inaccurate arrows fell into the ranks of the cavalry, felling many of their own men.

The Third Young Master charged into the right flank of archers, who immediately screamed and fled in terror, none daring to challenge him.

But the Third Young Master's principle was always: I will not attack unless attacked; if attacked, I will not forgive. If you dare shoot arrows at me, be prepared to pay the price!

You want to run? Fine, as long as you can outrun me!

The spear moved like a dragon, dancing through the chaotic army, creating a flurry of spear shadows and a shower of spear blossoms.

The sound of the spear piercing the air was like a dragon's roar; wherever the spear's shadow fell, blood splattered everywhere, and no one survived.

Seeing the Third Young Master's wanton slaughter, Zhan Tianwang and Zhan Tianhu panicked simultaneously.

The two thousand infantrymen blocking their path were already showing signs of wavering; some of the more astute were already looking around, searching for an escape route.

If it weren't for the fear of Zhan Tianwang's unerring iron arrows, probably few of those two thousand infantrymen would have already fled.

"Damn it, is this guy even human?" Zhan Tianwang's voice trembled unconsciously; he could only bolster his courage by uttering profanities.

"B-Brother, our soldiers...it seems they can't stop him..." Zhan Tianhu's face was ashen. He knew his own abilities; with his two iron hammers, he could easily take on two hundred men. But to charge alone against five thousand well-formed soldiers—he wouldn't dare do it even if he had ten times the courage.

Seeing the Third Young Master's prowess, Zhan Tianhu understood that even combined, the two brothers were no match for the white-haired youth!

"Don't panic, don't panic!" Zhan Tianwang shouted, actually using his loud voice to mask his fear. "The entire army slowly retreats, making room for the cavalry to charge! After the cavalry charges, the infantry immediately move in and entangle him. I'll personally take action; I refuse to believe I can't shoot him dead in the chaos!"

Having given the order, Zhan Tianwang immediately spurred his horse to a slow retreat, with Zhan Tianhu following closely behind.

The two thousand infantrymen in front of them retreated step by step, but Zhan Tianwang and Zhan Tianhu, these two bandit leaders who hadn't received proper military training, didn't understand one thing at all:

morale must be boosted, not demoralized. The moment Zhan Tianwang said to retreat, how could those rebels, already terrified of the Third Young Master, not seize the opportunity to escape?

Immediately, someone in the army shouted, "We can't win! The wind's getting strong, let's run!"

One shout was followed by a hundred; nearly half of the two thousand-plus rebels yelled in unison, abandoning their armor and weapons, and fled in all directions.

Zhan Tianwang trembled with rage. He quickly grabbed his iron bow, drew it, and fired thirteen arrows, killing thirteen deserters.

But now, the fleeing rebels all shared the same thought: "So many are running away, how many can you kill? As long as I run faster than them, I have a chance to survive! Damn it, if I fight that madman, I don't even have a half chance of survival!"

Knowing the situation was hopeless, Zhan Tianwang ultimately had to abandon the execution of the deserters. To his relief, a large portion of these five thousand men were his former subordinates from Black Wind Stronghold, loyal and desperate men. So at least half of the two thousand infantrymen remained, and none of the several hundred cavalrymen had fled.

"As long as I can surround you, I can shoot you to death!" Zhan Tianwang thought viciously, his one eye fixed on the Third Young Master who was wreaking havoc among the archers.

Qiu Ruomei, meanwhile, was trembling with excitement.

She knew the Third Young Master's martial arts skills. When she last saw him three years ago, his skills were at most those of a top-tier expert, perhaps not even reaching the grandmaster level.

But now, she couldn't fathom his true abilities.

When the Third Young Master wasn't using his skills, Qiu Ruomei's eyesight showed no sign of him possessing any martial arts prowess. His demeanor was completely ordinary.

But now, Qiu Ruomei vaguely understood that the Third Young Master's martial arts had reached a level hidden between heaven and earth. The Third Young Master had almost merged with the entire world; he was as ordinary as a pebble in the universe, all his martial arts hidden within the heavens and earth. How could mortals possibly discern his true strength?

Seeing that the Third Young Master had slaughtered the right-wing archers, the blood on the long street was almost ankle-deep, and the corpses had piled up into small mounds, Qiu Ruomei raised her longsword, shouted, and spurred her horse towards the rebel army.

"Aren, I'm coming!"

She wasn't an overconfident woman, but she knew that as long as the Third Young Master was by her side, even a thousand troops couldn't harm her and her baby!

She would personally take revenge on these rebels who had harmed her and her baby!

There was nothing wrong with rebellion; for survival, for resistance against the tyranny of the cruel emperor, the people had no other choice but to rise up. But the rebels in Wuyun City didn't deserve the title of "righteous army" at all; they were nothing but bandits and thugs, villains who plundered the world!

Hooves thundered like rain, and Qiu Ruomei, cloaked in an invisibility robe, was like a vibrant sunset cloud. Her shimmering longsword reflected against her black horse and red robe, and between the red and black, she drew streaks of icy sword energy representing death.

"Swoosh..." Blood splattered as Qiu Ruomei charged to the front of the rebel army, plunging into the cavalry. With a single sword strike, she sliced five rebels who had just raised their spears into ten pieces!

The Third Young Master laughed loudly, soaring into the sky like a roc, hovering above Qiu Ruomei's head. He hovered in mid-air, spinning and unleashing his spear in all directions. Sharp bursts of energy shot from the spear tip, raining down on the rebel cavalry, completely clearing the area around Qiu Ruomei!

The Third Young Master landed heavily in front of Qiu Ruomei's horse, slamming his spear into the ground with a deafening boom. The impact created a deep crater in the stone pavement, and the flying debris knocked over thirty riders in front of him off their horses.

Zhan Tianwang let out a long howl: "All men, surround them and trap them! I, the general, will personally take their lives!"

The cavalry, who had already been forced back by the Third Young Master, shouted in unison and fearlessly spurred their horses forward. The thousand-odd infantrymen ran swiftly, forming a circular encirclement around the cavalry, ready to charge at any moment.

"To capture the thief, capture the leader first!" The Third Young Master's gaze pierced through the encirclement, locking onto Zhan Tianwang and Zhan Tianhu.

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