Ten Years of Lone Sword and Vast Sea Alliance [Complete] - 23

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Three Elders of Wudang at the Golden Summit of Tianzhu Mountain Suffer from Frosty True Qi; Boating on the Han River

; The Two Heroes of the Inner Court Blame the Scholar; The Three Demons of Beiming Each launched a palm strike, resolving the predicament of Xiaoyao Ke being ambushed by Daoist Taimiao. Their faces were cold, and they stood motionless, palms outstretched. But the divine light in their eyes vanished instantly, their eyes half-closed, resembling old monks in meditation. Daoist Taimiao collapsed to the ground, his face showing astonishment at this sight. Not only him, but also Daoists Taixuan and Taiqing were puzzled. Xie Yunyue, standing at a distance watching, was also bewildered, only Xiaoyao Ke understood perfectly.

Amidst the howling wind and crashing waves, the plaza outside the hall fell silent once more, but Xie Yunyue and Daoist Taixuan kept their eyes fixed on the Three Demons of Beiming. Gradually, Xie Yunyue and Daoist Taixuan noticed something amiss. Taixuan, known as the head of the Three Sword Masters of Wudang, was particularly renowned for his alertness, shrewdness, and meticulousness. His eyes, which had been slightly closed, suddenly opened, and he was about to call out to Taijing and Taimiao.

Unexpectedly, Daoist Taimiao, still harboring resentment and anger from the three demons' combined attack that had shattered his protective Xuanmen True Qi and nearly injured him, could no longer contain himself. He thought, "If we drag this out, things will only get worse. Seizing the initiative is the key to victory." With a flick of his sleeve, he unleashed a palm strike.

He was fast, but the three demons of Beiming were even faster. This speed was invisible, because the temperature on the mountaintop was extremely cold. As the three demons of Beiming stood motionless, they felt the temperature drop sharply again. Just as Tai Xuan opened his mouth to speak and Tai Miao flicked his sleeve to pursue, he felt an intense, bone-chilling cold assaulting his body, binding him tightly. He thought, "This is bad." He quickly sat down on the ground, using his pure Yang energy to resist the attack.

At this moment, the two Daoist masters, Tai Miao and Tai Jing, also noticed the Three Demons of the Northern Darkness unleashing their Xuan Yin Cold attack. They, like Tai Xuan, also sat down on the ground. The bone-chilling cold instantly filled the peak. Xie Yunyue noticed something amiss and immediately called for Sang Lu and the two women to retreat from the Golden Summit. He then used the Bodhi Zen Palm to dispel the cold and followed the three of them down the peak. Xie Yunyue noticed that the two men and Sang Lu were shivering uncontrollably, their faces pale and bloodless, their eyes dull. He quickly took out three Longevity Pills from his robes and ordered them to take them.

After a moment, the three men's faces turned red. Sang Lu said, "It's so cold. I'm afraid the Three Elders of Wudang won't escape this calamity." Suddenly, the Carefree Guest descended from the peak like lightning, stopping less than ten feet in front of the four of them.

Xie Yunyue thought to himself, "I've been looking for you, and it's even better that you've come to me."

He saw the Carefree Guest glance at them coldly and say, "Are the four of you here to help Wudang?"

Xie Yunyue slowly replied, "We came to Wudang to seize someone. Wudang has no connection with us, so why bother? May I ask your esteemed name?"

The Carefree Guest smiled slightly and said, "I'm just a country bumpkin; I don't remember names anymore. People just call me Carefree Guest."

Xie Yunyue feigned surprise and said, "So you are Carefree Guest! I've heard many martial arts friends speak highly of your esteemed presence. I never expected to meet you today. Where do you live in seclusion?" "I will certainly come to visit and learn from you in the future."

The carefree traveler was full of displeasure. He thought that after revealing his identity, the other party would surely change his attitude and become more respectful. However, the other party remained unmoved and snorted, "My residence is north of Helan, in the midst of ten thousand mountains, where snow has been piled up for thousands of years and never melts. It is called Xue Xun Peak. This is just a name I gave it. There are very few people there, and no one knows it. Can you find it?"

Xie Yunyue laughed loudly, "How could I not find it? The person I am looking for is you..." Before he could finish speaking, a thunderous tremor suddenly arose from the peak. The air currents surged, and ice and snow collapsed like waves. People swayed violently, and the wind and clouds changed color.

Upon hearing the sound, the carefree traveler took off on a crane and soared to the peak. He did not hear a word of Xie Yunyue's words. At this moment, the surrounding area was filled with snow dust splashed by the avalanche, a gray-white scene, and the rumbling was deafening. Sang Lu, wielding the Eight Palms of Death, said, "Young hero, no matter what, we should lend a helping hand to the three elders of Wudang."

Xie Yunyue sighed softly and said, "Lately, I have felt disheartened and determined never to get involved in the
conflicts and disputes of the martial world again. Now that I have secured my residence at the Free and Easy Inn, it is best for us to mind our own business." Jiang Yaohong sniffed and said, "Brother Yun, you haven't returned the star-shaped topaz yet, and the grudge has already been formed. The one who tied the knot must untie it. Why are you so half-hearted?" Sang

Lu then smiled bitterly and said, "Originally, I also advised the young hero that he didn't need to get involved." "The situation is different now, young hero." He pointed in all four directions and said, "Thick smoke is still slowly rising from the valley. It seems that the Wudang Temple has been burned down and its disciples have been slaughtered. If you leave now, young hero, Wudang might misunderstand that you colluded with the Three Demons of the Northern Underworld to seek revenge without cause, which would be difficult to resolve in the future."

Xie Yunyue was taken aback and hurriedly said, "If it weren't for the abbot's reminder, I would have almost made a grave mistake. Let's go up the peak." The four of them quickly moved and reached the top of the peak. They saw the three elders of Wudang leaning against an ancient pine tree, frequently adjusting their breathing.

The Golden Hall was already tilted, and the Three Demons of the Northern Underworld and Xiaoyao Ke had vanished without a trace. When the four of them flew to the top of the peak, Master Taimiao shouted, "Do you want to take advantage of the fire? With me here, I'm afraid you won't get your way." As he spoke, he flew out like lightning, and with a flick of his sleeve, a sharp burst of energy swept out.

Sang Lu split his palms apart, meeting the attack head-on. Their energies collided, and both men were forced back half a step. Master Tai Miao's hair and beard flew wildly, his expression agitated. He flicked his sleeve, ready to strike again, when Xie Yunyue coldly said, "Master, do you want to die even faster?"

Before he could finish speaking, Tai Xuan and Tai Jing were startled. Tai Miao hesitated for a moment, forcefully withdrawing the Xuanmen True Qi he was about to unleash. He retreated half a step with a snort and angrily said, "Young benefactor, you are far too arrogant.

This humble Daoist..." Xie Yunyue immediately interrupted him, smiling slightly, "Master, please don't misunderstand that we came here intentionally to provoke you. What I mean is that the three Daoists just fought with the Three Demons of Beiming. Although you were victorious and repelled them, you were also invaded by the Three Demons' 'Snow Ice True Qi.' The cold poison has now entered the Yangming Gallbladder Meridian. The three Daoists are highly skilled and do not feel it now, but after twelve hours, the cold poison will invade the 'Gaoyu,' and even a Great Luo Golden Immortal will be unable to save you." "He paused slightly, glanced at Daoist Tai Miao with pity, and said, 'Especially since this Daoist just unleashed his anger, the cold poison has already spread to his liver and stomach meridians. I predict that within six hours at most, his blood will congeal and his body will freeze, and the cold poison will attack his heart, causing him to die. If the three Daoists believe my words are false, then please try the Reverse Circulation Qi Cultivation, reversing the Yin and Yang energies, and you will see what happens.'

The three elders of Wudang's expressions changed slightly. As instructed, they secretly circulated their Qi and performed the Reverse Circulation Qi Cultivation. Sure enough, Xie Yunyue's words were true. They felt hundreds of wisps of cold air rushing through them, like flies buzzing through a window, their minds trembling violently, and they shivered. Xie Yunyue smiled and said, 'How is it?'" Tai Xuan exclaimed in surprise, “

Young benefactor, your eyes are truly sharp! We are all old and frail, and our deaths are of no consequence. Although the Three Demons of the Northern Underworld were shattered by the Pure Yang Qi, their Frosty True Qi has not been harmed. I fear they will attack again soon, and Wudang will be plunged into an abyss of no return. Young benefactor, you are a hidden master, and we must be under the tutelage of a reclusive master. Please stay and help us to uphold the principles of martial arts.”

Xie Yunyue felt very troubled. He did not want to get involved in the feuds of the martial arts world unless absolutely necessary. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he smiled and said, “My skills are shallow and I cannot help you. The three Daoists have indeed been affected by the Frosty True Qi. If you place your palms together on your spine acupoints and guide the circulation of true qi, using the Three Yang True Fire to refine the cold poison, you should be fully healed in an hour.” The three elders of Wudang were greatly surprised. They knew that Xie Yunyue's words were concise yet profound, containing the secret of "innate transformation. "

Just as Master Taixuan was about to express his admiration, Xie Yunyue took out a star-shaped piece of yellow jade and said, "We had a minor misunderstanding with Huang Xing Yushi when we were climbing the mountain." He then explained the situation in detail and said with a smile, "Bringing a sword to climb the mountain violated the rules of your sect. I was truly at fault and now apologize to the three of you. Please give this piece of yellow jade to Huang Xing Yushi as a token of my gratitude." As he spoke, he handed the star-shaped yellow jade to Master Taixuan.

Master Daxuan raised his eyebrows as if to speak, but Xie Yunyue waved his hand to stop him, and smiled, saying, "Your sect's temple is now eight or nine-tenths destroyed, and your disciples are fighting a bloody battle against not only the three demons of Beiming, but also the Qionglai sect. I am ashamed that I have not been able to help you. Right now, I urge the three Daoists to take action to heal your cold poison. When Beiming attacks for the third time in the future, use the Three Elements Combination Technique, circulating the Heaven, Earth, and Man in cycles, so that they have no chance to relax, and only then can you win. That's all I have to say. Farewell." He turned around and said "Let's go." As soon as he finished speaking, the four of them flew up at the same time, rushing towards Yuan Palace from the mountainside. The three elders of Wudang were extremely surprised and amazed.

Xie Yunyue and his three companions rushed down the mountain, secretly offering assistance to the Wudang disciples along the way, but stopping just in time. Luo Xiangmei and Jiang Yaohong, seeing Xie Yunyue's distracted expression and apparent deep worry, and his silence, were greatly alarmed. They secretly instructed Sang Lu, the Eight-Palm Master of the Deadly Palms, to help. Sang Lu, finding the situation difficult, suggested they discuss it later that evening.

As dusk fell, Xie Yunyue and his group entered Laohekou and landed at the Changxing Inn. Under a dim lamp, on a wooden couch, Xie Yunyue was alone in his room, lying on his back, staring blankly upwards. Lately, he had been feeling depressed and melancholic, unable to find peace, his mind constantly wandering, memories of the past weighing on his mind, all of which failed to bring him any satisfaction.

Suddenly, there was a knocking sound outside the door. Xie Yunyue asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me," Jiang Yaohong replied from outside the door. "Brother Yun, may I come in?"

Xie Yunyue sat up abruptly and replied, "Why not? The door isn't bolted." The door opened with a creak, and Jiang Yaohong and Luo Xiangmei entered, but Sang Lu, the Eight-Palm Killer, was missing.

Both women had furrowed brows and resentful eyes. Xie Yunyue couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt; he knew why they were like this. The two women sat on a small stool in front of the bed. Jiang Yaohong said softly, "Brother Yun, why have you been so aloof these past few days? What is the reason? Can you tell me?" As she spoke, two lines of tears involuntarily streamed down her face. Luo Xiangmei, sitting beside her, also had reddened eyes.

Xie Yunyue had already sensed the urgency in her words, but Jiang Yaohong's directness left him bewildered and speechless for a long time. Finally, he sighed and said, "I know the feelings of both ladies. We are not plants or trees; how can we be without feelings? However, my experiences over the years have made me deeply regretful for both myself and others..."

Jiang Yaohong frowned and said, "Brother Yun, you haven't been wronged. If you say we've been wronged, it's because we chose to. Hmph, if you want to get rid of us, unless you shave your head and become a monk, then we're like two grasshoppers tied to one rope; neither can leave the other."

Xie Yunyue was taken aback, then thought, "Why be so stubborn? It's better to go with the flow. It's not worth suffering for nothing." So he smiled slightly and said, "Since Sister Hong speaks like this, then I am quite fortunate, but I'm afraid I'm not worthy of it." The two women blushed and glared at him.

Xie Yunyue gazed intently at the two women, their beauty like blooming flowers. The two women seemed to sense his presence, their faces flushed. Xie Yunyue reached out and pulled Jiang Yaohong closer, her virgin fragrance causing his manhood to harden beneath her, his breasts pressing tightly against hers, kneading them vigorously. Jiang Yaohong, aroused by Xie Yunyue's touch, slightly closed her eyes, her body tingling with pleasure, her face flushed, her eyes sparkling with desire.

Seeing her alluring expression, Xie Yunyue impulsively kissed her cheeks and lips passionately. Jiang Yaohong, responding to his kisses with fiery passion, returned the kisses, licking her tongue into his mouth, her body pressed tightly against him, wishing to become one with him. Xie Yunyue's hands, without restraint, one kneaded her large breasts, the other caressing her plump, high buttocks. Even through two layers of fabric, they felt soft and elastic to the touch, incredibly pleasurable.

His desire flared, Xie Yunyue pressed her onto the bed, passionately kissing her. One hand kneaded her firm, perky breasts, while the other slipped inside her panties, caressing her fleshy, hairy mons pubis and cleft, already soaked and sticky with her juices. Xie Yunyue's kneading and squeezing intensified her lust. He began to unbutton and undress her completely, but Jiang Yaohong half-heartedly resisted, allowing Xie Yunyue to remove her last line of defense—her flesh-colored panties. After undressing himself, Xie Yunyue half-reclined, half-sat on the edge of the bed, slowly admiring her naked beauty.

Jiang Yaohong lay naked on the bed, completely exposed to her lover's gaze. Her shy, girlish nature was fully revealed. Her face flushed, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, one hand covering her breasts, the other pressing against her vulva. She lay on the bed, panting softly and silent, appearing utterly submissive.

Xie Yunyue pried her hands apart, revealing two bright red nipples protruding from her firm, full breasts. Her high mons pubis was covered with a thick patch of glossy black pubic hair; between her two plump labia majora was a pink slit; below her clitoris, a small red opening peeked out—exquisitely beautiful and alluringly sexy.

Xie Yunyue caressed her bright red nipples and firm breasts, his lips sucking all over her body. She, however, was parched, her body trembling slightly, her alluring eyes closed, unable to meet Xie Yunyue's gaze. However, after Xie Yunyue teased her for a while, Jiang Yaohong was already panting heavily, her whole body writhing, and her vaginal fluids had soaked a large area of the bedsheets—a truly disastrous situation.

Xie Yunyue rolled over and straddled her body, using his knee to spread her legs, and softly whispered in her ear, "Hongmei, brother is going in..." while kissing her cherry lips deeply.

Jiang Yaohong also passionately embraced Xie Yunyue, her buttocks automatically moving forward to meet his. Xie Yunyue pressed his large glans against her vulva a few times, and with a "whoosh," he plunged deep into her virgin territory. She trembled suddenly, her red lips quivered, and she gasped several times. Xie Yunyue knew this was the pain of deflowering a virgin, so he held back, sucking on her right breast to stimulate her vaginal lubrication. Then, he slowly inserted his large penis into her vagina, finally reaching the very end of her vaginal cavity. The head of his penis touched a soft, tender flesh, presumably her cervix. Under this slow and gentle penetration, Jiang Yaohong couldn't help but moan with pleasure, "Oh..."

Then, Xie Yunyue calmly continued to caress her plump breasts with one hand, while his large penis thrust inside her vagina, making her feel sore and itchy all over. She had no choice but to automatically arch her lower body to let Xie Yunyue's large penis relieve her itch. Xie Yunyue felt her buttocks swaying beneath him, and immediately began to gently thrust in and out. As he thrust, Jiang Yaohong seemed to find this unsatisfying, and vigorously swayed her plump buttocks. Seeing that she was aroused, Xie Yunyue wielded his large penis and vigorously explored her peach blossom cave, thrusting in and out with all his might, hitting her flower core every time.

Jiang Yaohong gasped repeatedly, her eyes glazed with desire, moaning incessantly, "Brother Yun... Brother... Sister... So... comfortable... Ah... You... You really know how to... Insert... Your... Treasure... Is so big... So long... And so hard... Oh... Inserting it feels so... So good... So beautiful... So beautiful... Ah... Ah... Insert... Insert it to death... Sister... Alright... Good man... Big treasure... Brother... Oh... Hmph... Hmph... So good... So... So good... I love... I love you to death... Hurry... Hurry and insert it into me... Ah... Ah..." Her vagina was overflowing with lustful fluid, the thrusting of Xie Yunyue's big treasure creating a "plop," "plop" sound of wanton pleasure.

Seeing her actively twisting her big, fat buttocks to match his actions, Xie Yunyue knew it was time for a big go at it, so he thrust his big treasure harder and harder. Because Xie Yunyue's large penis was tightly gripped by her vaginal walls, every time he withdrew, her labia majora would turn outwards, opening and closing like a clam breathing.

After this intense fucking, Jiang Yaohong's already excited lust boiled even more, her tender buttocks rising higher and higher, showing that she was trying her best to match Xie Yunyue's movements, wanting to reach a sexual climax. She cried out, "Brother Yun...my...good man...you...you're so good...ah...ah...big penis...it's...so beautiful...mmm...so good...so good...oh...brother...thrust...thrust...it's killing...me...oh...big penis...so powerful...it's killing...me...so good...hum...hum...so good...so good...ah..." This scene left Luo Xiangmei dumbfounded, her mouth dry, and then her heart fluttered, her body went limp, and she could no longer look away.

A stream of vaginal fluid gushed from Jiang Yaohong's vagina. Seeing that she was so excited she was almost unconscious, Xie Yunyue temporarily stopped, holding Jiang Yaohong's slender waist with his left arm and gently caressing her plump breasts with his right. She lay limply beneath Xie Yunyue, her newly opened vulva still holding his large member. Her cloud-like hair was scattered beside the pillow, her pretty face still flushed, her eyes closed, and she murmured a few sounds as if in a dream, probably still savoring the afterglow of her climax.

A moment later, Jiang Yaohong opened her almond-shaped eyes, her jade-like hands gently caressing Xie Yunyue's chest. Her rosy face was flushed with desire. Seeing her charming appearance, Xie Yunyue asked, "Hong, does it feel good when your brother is inside you?"

Jiang Yaohong seemed shy and made a soft "Mmm" sound, then raised her head and sealed Xie Yunyue's mouth with her cherry lips, gently offering her tongue and sucking and swirling them for a long time before finally separating, seemingly unsatisfied. Xie Yunyue gently pinched the tip of her nose and said, "Hey, I never imagined your body was so mature and beautiful, I could never get enough of it."

Jiang Yaohong wriggled shyly beneath Xie Yunyue, displaying an air of unbearable embarrassment. What an adorable little girl. Xie Yunyue gently pinched her plump, white buttocks, then kissed her neck, breasts, and cleavage. Inexperienced in such matters, she couldn't resist such teasing. She moaned softly, her cheeks flushed crimson, and her eyes shone with a thousand charms. Her alabaster body writhed with unbearable itch. Xie Yunyue sucked on her nipple like a baby nursing.

"Oh... hum..." A seductive moan escaped her lips.

Xie Yunyue released the swollen nipple and launched his second assault. His large member moved, sending shivers of pleasure through her, a tingling, itchy, and pleasurable sensation. Her wanton moans mingled with the squelching sounds of penetration, creating a mesmerizing melody. Xie Yunyue used every trick in the book, thrusting relentlessly until she was dizzy and breathless, feeling as if her soul was about to leave her body.
Jiang Yaohong moaned and groaned with pleasure, her plump buttocks thrusting and rotating. Because it was her second time, her cervix occasionally rubbed against Xie Yunyue's large glans, satisfying her lust. Her waist sometimes swayed in the air, twisting her fair body, causing her highly elastic breasts to tremble and sway. Especially striking were the two swollen, purplish-red nipples, which swayed in two rotating arcs before Xie Yunyue's eyes, a truly beautiful sight. Xie Yunyue couldn't resist reaching out and grasping them one by one, caressing and kneading them. The delicate, beautiful feel was incredibly pleasurable. Jiang

Yaohong's nipples hardened into two purple grapes from Xie Yunyue's kneading, and the intense stimulation of his penis made her vagina tingle and numb, causing her whole body to tremble uncontrollably. Her plump, white buttocks bounced even higher and more rapidly. She pressed down hard on Xie Yunyue's buttocks, forcing her vagina to accommodate his large penis. Her vaginal walls contracted in waves, squeezing the glans so tightly that there was no space left, causing an unbearable tingling sensation. Xie Yunyue couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Sister Hong...you...are so tight...your little hole...it's amazing..."

Jiang Yaohong also cried out loudly with pleasure, "Brother Yun...brother...I love you so much...your...big treasure...it's so great...I feel so good...mmm...mmm...you're really good...ah...ah...big treasure...it's hitting...my...flower core...ah...mmm...it's so good...it feels so good...ah...oh...oh...I must...want...want to marry...you...without...your...big treasure...I can't...live...anymore...ah...oh...sister...I'm going to...come again...ah...so comfortable..."

Jiang Yaohong cried out wildly, twisting into a ball again. Xie Yunyue thrust in and out with all his might until her whole body trembled and the trembling in her hole became stronger and stronger. Knowing that she was about to come again, he hurriedly thrust hard, and he and she came at the same time in a wave of orgasm, shooting large gushes of thick semen onto her flower core, thus ending this thrilling battle.

Luo Xiangmei watched Xie Yunyue have sex with her junior sister Jiang Yaohong. Even though Xie Yunyue had finally approached her, she remained shy. Xie Yunyue gently embraced her, removing her burdens. Luo Xiangmei's hair cascaded over her shoulders; her face was beautiful, with two dimples appearing on her cheeks when she smiled, making her alluring and charming. Her cherry lips were slightly parted, revealing pearly white teeth, and her soft, sweet voice was melodious and pleasant to the ear. Her skin was smooth and delicate, her breasts full and elastic, with bright red nipples, and her figure slender and tall. Her pubic hair was jet black and glossy, thickly spreading below her abdomen and along her labia. Her buttocks were plump and round, and her legs were firm and firm.

Xie Yunyue lay on her soft, smooth body, his mouth moving towards her two breasts. He took her bright red nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking them; his tongue swirling up and down, left and right, constantly moving around on her nipples. He grabbed her other breast with one hand and began kneading its firm, white flesh, his fingers pinching and caressing the tip. Luo Xiangmei, aroused by desire, shifted restlessly in resistance, but this only spurred Xie Yunyue to suckle and knead even more vigorously.

This teasing of pressing and sucking caused even the demure Luo Xiangmei to moan uncontrollably, "Ah...uh...hum...um...um..."

Luo Xiangmei felt a tingling, itchy numbness all over her body, clenching her teeth in ecstasy, her breath coming in rapid gasps as Xie Yunyue played with her beautiful, tender flesh. She kept calling out, "Brother Yun...uh...sister...um...hum...don't...don't suck my breasts...don't bite...uh...sister's...little...little hole...it's so itchy...it's so itchy...hum..." After Xie Yunyue's teasing, Luo Xiangmei clung tightly to him, her lust overwhelming.

Xie Yunyue intensified his arousal techniques, his right hand sliding down her breasts, past her smooth abdomen and dark pubic hair, until it reached her alluring entrance. He felt the soft curls of her mons pubis, her plump labia already swollen and hot, the deep cleft between them overflowing with lustful fluid, warm and sticky to the touch.

Xie Yunyue then inserted his fingers into her opening, probing and rotating them incessantly within her slippery vulva, arousing the tender flesh of her vaginal walls to contract and spasm in response. Luo Xiangmei's breasts heaved rapidly, her face flushed, and her snow-white skin trembled slightly. She cried out in a wanton voice, "Mmm... Yun-di... don't touch me anymore... um... hmph... sister... sister will... insert... insert into my hole... mmm... no... don't... anymore... ah... my hole is itchy... it's killing me... hmph..."

Xie Yunyue, already lost in passion and his mind reeling from Luo Xiangmei's soft, alluring body, was further aroused by her cries. His lustful desires surged, and he carried her to the bed, raised her legs, and thrust his hard, erect member into her wet, slippery opening. He slightly squatted, thrusting his hips forward, and forcefully penetrated her. With a "plop," Xie Yunyue and Luo Xiangmei's organs collided, producing a slapping sound as the air contracted and expanded.

As Xie Yunyue's large penis was thrust into Luo Xiangmei's vagina, the pain sent shivers through her body. She closed her eyes, furrowed her brows, and gritted her teeth, crying out, "Ah...it hurts...Brother Yun...you...be gentle...oh...oh...your...big...big penis...is too...too...ah...too big..."

Hearing Luo Xiangmei's painful cries, Xie Yunyue felt a pang of pity. However, his glans was tightly gripped by her vaginal opening, the incredibly tender flesh so alluring. So, Xie Yunyue released Luo Xiangmei's pink legs, instead embracing her round, plump buttocks. His large penis plunged into her core, and she cried out, "Ah...Brother Yun...you...ah...ah..." She pounded Xie Yunyue's chest with her hands for a while, the throbbing pain in her vagina making her want to dodge, but Xie Yunyue's hands held her firmly in place.

With a series of thrusts, the bright red flesh of her vagina was squeezed and rolled over by the large penis, her soft clitoris being pounded and rubbed incessantly. Despite her outwardly quiet and elegant appearance, she was in extreme pain as Xie Yunyue's enormous penis forcefully penetrated her tender virginity. Xie Yunyue held her tightly, forcing her to endure the painful fucking with her tender vagina exposed. Xie Yunyue increased his speed, thrusting harder and harder, the vaginal fluids mixed with the blood from her deflowering constantly overflowing from her vulva.

"Ah...it's...it's killing me...ah...it hurts...uh...uh...Brother Yun...you're pressing against...my...heart again...ah...please...be gentle...be gentle...Brother Yun...it's not that I...won't...let you...insert my hole...uh...oh...be gentle...please...my big baby...fuck me hard...I...really...can't...take it..."

Xie Yunyue thrust hundreds of times, gradually arousing Luo Xiangmei's lustful desire. Luo Xiangmei endured the pain, slowly beginning to experience the pleasure of penetration. Her hands tightened around Xie Yunyue, and her soft cries told Xie Yunyue that she was gradually feeling comfortable. Xie Yunyue looked up at her, her beautiful eyes half-closed, a spring-like smile on her lips. Her ecstatic and wanton state was truly captivating. Xie Yunyue couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her small mouth.

Luo Xiangmei wrapped her two pink arms tightly around Xie Yunyue's neck, passionately kissing him back. Her bright red lips were wide open, allowing Xie Yunyue's tongue to swirl freely in her mouth. Xie Yunyue's hands also grasped her two firm, plump breasts, gently kneading and caressing them. Xie Yunyue's buttocks bounced incessantly, his large penis inserted into her wet, tender vagina, the glans deeply penetrating her clitoris, followed by another round of rotation and friction.

Her desire was pushed to a higher peak by Xie Yunyue's teasing touch, especially the clitoris deep inside her vagina, which was rubbed by his large glans, making her entire vagina feel indescribably itchy. Her whole body was numb and sore, and she cried out with her lustful heart, "Mmm... Brother Yun... Sister's... little hole... is so itchy... Quick... quick use... your... big treasure... to make sister Yue Shu... comfortable... quick... quick... hum... quick use... big treasure... to... insert... insert sister..."
Hearing her moans, Xie Yunyue's big treasure became even harder and redder, firm and strong. He hugged Luo Xiangmei's plump buttocks tightly again and began to thrust wildly, each thrust hitting the flesh and the very core of her vagina. Luo Xiangmei hugged Xie Yunyue's back tightly, her tight vagina holding Xie Yunyue's big treasure, and she swayed her slender waist and her big buttocks swayed gently to meet his thrusts.

"Mmm...mmm...it's so good...so good...ah...Yun-di...oh...your...big...big treasure...makes...sister...mmm...so wonderful...ouch...mmm...good brother...harder...more...harder...ah...it's so good...sister...oh...so sore...ah...mmm...sister is almost...so happy..."

Xie Yunyue felt her heart pounding wildly, holding her buttocks, his hands kneading her plump, fleshy bottom, his big treasure moving in and out of her vagina even faster. Luo Xiangmei felt extremely comfortable, especially since it was the first time her vagina had been penetrated and she had encountered Xie Yunyue's big treasure, making her feel incredibly full and comfortable.

Her long hair flowed freely, her arms tightly embracing Xie Yunyue, her face buried deep in the soft pillow, flushed red, her crimson lips biting at the stray strands of hair. Her slender waist twisted violently, her buttocks thrusting high, making her already wet vulva even more prominent. The juices from her vagina gushed out like a spring, soaking Xie Yunyue's large penis, and dripping from beside her labia, down her buttocks, wetting the entire sheet.

Xie Yunyue vigorously opened her narrow passage, his large penis thrusting unimpeded in and out of her vagina. The friction of Xie Yunyue's glans against Luo Xiangmei's clitoris sent shivers down her spine, causing her to flow even more juices, her vagina burning hot. Xie Yunyue relentlessly pounded into Luo Xiangmei's juicy little pussy. Luo Xiangmei tightly embraced Xie Yunyue's waist, her buttocks moving upwards in a practiced, graceful motion. Her vulva was overflowing with lustful fluids, making a "sizzling" sound with each thrust of his large penis.

Xie Yunyue and Luo Xiangmei were passionately entwined, their large penis and small pussy rising and falling, twisting and swaying intimately. The scene was truly boundless in its eroticism, abandoning all moral considerations. At this moment, only the pleasure of love existed between a man and a woman, and they were engrossed in their unrestrained intercourse. Luo Xiangmei had reached the peak of her sexual climax, her small mouth panting wildly with repeated waves of pleasure.

"Mmm...mmm...so good...so wonderful...more...more hard...mmm...Brother Yun...Sister...loves...your...big treasure...mmm...so wonderful...my little cunt...ouch...sister's...little cunt...ah...sister's...whole body...soft...oh...oh...numb...ouch...water...flowing out...mmm...Brother Yun...your...big treasure...is really good at...inserting...so comfortable...sister...ah...ah...ouch...ouch...Brother Yun...mmm...faster...sister's...little cunt...so comfortable...mmm...sister is almost...so wonderful...mmm...Brother Yun...faster...fuck...fuck...sister's...little cunt...to death..."

Xie Yunyue hoisted her two pink legs onto his shoulders, his hands pressing tightly against her plump breasts, rubbing and kneading them incessantly. Luo Xiangmei, seemingly oblivious to the pain, gripped Xie Yunyue's buttocks with both hands, pressing down forcefully to increase the power of his thrusts. Her legs were raised high, kicking wildly, her full, plump breasts thrusting upwards in a vigorous display. Her face was flushed with ecstasy, and she moaned softly.

"Ah...good little brother...your...big treasure...so good...ah...uh...fuck...my little hole...uh...so beautiful...so beautiful...uh...oh...sister...never...before...this...comfortable...feeling...oh...oh...sister...is...going...to die...sister...can't...hold...it...anymore...ah...ah..."

Luo Xiangmei shook her large buttocks frantically, her vaginal fluids gushing from her cervix. Xie Yunyue withdrew his penis, and a warm, slightly yellowish foam shot out from her vagina. Luo Xiangmei, dizzy and dazed, collapsed onto the bed. Summoning his remaining strength, Xie Yunyue knelt behind Luo Xiangmei again, his hands gripping her lower abdomen, his buttocks thrusting forward, inserting his still-vigorous member into her vagina, and began to fuck her. Now that she was a virgin, Xie Yunyue no longer showed any mercy, fucking her all the way in. His large glans teased and rubbed inside her vagina, the force increasing with each thrust, making Luo Xiangmei moan and groan, her whole body trembling, her breasts swaying and circling on the bed with her movements, her little mouth constantly making sounds.

“Ah…ouch…Brother Yun…you’re making…sister…feel so…good…so…good…my…big baby brother…ah…keep going…fuck me to death…sister…will…all…yes…oh…sister…sister…so…good…so…good…big baby…Brother Yun…your…skills are so good…sister…loves you to death…ah…Brother Yun…hmm…hmm…harder…ah…fuck…fuck…fuck…sister…little…little hole to death…ouch…sister…can’t take it…ah…oh…hmm…oh…sister…I…I want…I want…to…lose…ah…ah…hmm…”

With each thrust of Xie Yunyue, Luo Xiangmei’s whole body trembled, her slender waist twisted, her jade breasts swayed, and she hummed incoherent moans, her vagina gripping his big baby tightly, and Xie Yunyue ejaculated profusely. Both reached their sexual climax simultaneously, the peak of desire washing over them with a pleasure that was indescribably wonderful, like their souls floating on clouds.

Naked, they embraced and drifted into a hazy sleep, the three of them slept until dawn before finally waking. Recalling the previous night's passionate encounter, Jiang Yaohong and Luo Xiangmei blushed, biting their lips and giggling. Xie Yunyue held the two women tenderly for a while, chatting and laughing, when suddenly he saw a figure flash past the door, and someone abruptly entered. Seeing the man approach, Xie Yunyue's brows relaxed, and he exclaimed with delight, "Brother Lei, I've been looking for you for ages!" Then, realizing Fu Liuguan and Fu Wan were missing, he asked in surprise, "Where are they?"

Lei Xiaotian greeted Jiang Yaohong and Luo Xiangmei with a smile, "Greetings, ladies." He then turned to Xie Yunyue and said seriously, "I, Lei, accompanied Hero Fu and Miss Wan from Changbai Mountain to Wudang. When we reached Xiakou Town, we were caught off guard and drank a few cups of wine, which led to us being targeted by thieves. Miss Wan's Tai'a sword was stolen. The three of us have been searching for them for days without any news. Hero Fu and Miss Wan, exhausted from their anxiety, caught a cold and fell ill at the inn." Despite medical treatment, his condition did not improve over time. In desperation, Lei Lao Er ventured alone to Wudang Mountain. However, Wudang had just suffered a devastating catastrophe; the temples were in ruins, and countless people had died. Lei Lao Er reached the South Heavenly Gate and suddenly saw four figures appearing and disappearing among the pines and firs below the Prince's Rock opposite. Lei Lao Er

, with his sharp eyes, recognized them and tracked them all the way to Laohekou Town. At this point, Sang Lu, the Eight-Palm Master with the Suo Mian, stepped into the gate, cupped his hands, and smiled, "Teacher Lei, it's truly unexpected to meet you here. I've also come with Young Hero Xie. I'm afraid you didn't expect this, did you?"

Lei Xiaotian, the Qiankun Hand, quickly shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. Xie Yunyue frowned and asked, "Where are the two heroes, Master Fu and his companion, now?"

"Not far, less than an hour's walk from here, in Gucheng County."

Xie Yunyue hurriedly said, "Let's go now." Picking up the Tai'a Sword, Lei Xiaotian's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief.

Sang Lu, the Eight-Palm Soul-Snatcher, said, "Teacher Lei is wondering why the Tai'a Sword is in your hands

, young hero. Let's travel together and discuss the details of this journey to alleviate our loneliness." The group of five headed towards Gucheng. The morning sun shone brightly, and a giant boat appeared on the Han River, carrying seven passengers of varying ages. The seven on the boat were Xie Yunyue and his companions, but their appearances had been altered. Xie Yunyue was disguised as an old man of about sixty, while Jiang Yaohong, Luo Xiangmei, and Fu Wan were transformed into ugly women, and Fu Liuguan, Lei Xiaotian, and Sang Lu were all wearing human skin masks. In short, none of them were their original faces.

East of the Han River was the Dahong Mountain Range, which was already within the Red Flag Gang's territory. Firstly, before meeting up with the Nine-Fingered Beggar Cang Xi in Xiakou, they wanted to avoid conflict with the Red Flag Gang. Secondly, Xie Yunyue followed his master's instructions not to act unless absolutely necessary. To prevent being recognized, they had all disguised themselves. The water was calm and the banks wide, the sun shone brightly in the clear sky, sails fluttered and sandpipers came and went, stretching

as far as the eye could see. Villages dotted the banks, nestled amidst verdant bamboo groves and ravines, their figures—woodcutters in hats and fishermen in straw raincoats—a scene of poetic beauty, pleasing to the eye. Xie Yunyue, pondering the inevitable clashes with the Red Flag Gang in the future, was quite thoughtful. While idly chatting in the boat, he explained some of the more complex martial arts techniques to them, how to seize the opportunity for victory. That evening, as the sun began to set and the evening glow painted the sky, the boat anchored on the opposite bank. Xie Yunyue and his companions were having dinner in the cabin when suddenly a voice with a strange, eccentric tone rose from the shore, shouting, "Boatman, is this boat going to Xiakou?"
Lei Xiaotian, upon hearing this, winked at Xie Yunyue and said, "Third brother, business is knocking on your door, you can't refuse." Xie Yunyue glared at Lei Xiaotian, remaining silent.

The boatman replied, "We are going to Xiakou, but it's been booked by a guest. Gentlemen, please take another boat."

Lei Xiaotian stood up and muttered to himself, "All the demons and monsters from Neifang Mountain have come out. Lei Lao Er is in for a good show." As he spoke, he walked out of the cabin.

Xie Yunyue, knowing Lei Xiaotian's righteous indignation, fearing he might cause trouble, followed him out. He heard a voice with a strange, unpleasant tone shout, "Nonsense! Gentlemen, we've chosen this boat. Boatman, just ask the guests to vacate a cabin."

Lei Xiaotian and Xie Yunyue had already stepped out of the cabin one after the other. They saw four people standing on the shore, the boatman looking terrified in front of them. The man who spoke to the boatman with the strange, unpleasant tone was a tall, thin man in a blue cloth outfit, with a prominent chest, who spoke with his eyes looking up, exuding arrogance. Beside that man stood two others, their eyes identical, both wearing wide, yellow robes. One was tall and imposing, with a square face, white eyebrows, and a red beard; the other was short and scrawny, with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks.

A third man stood a little further away, with sword-like eyebrows, tiger-like eyes, and a short, three-pronged beard. He had a dashing air, his eyes fixed on the shimmering water and mountains. All four had piercing eyes and carried weapons tucked into their shoulders. Lei Xiaotian whispered to Xie Yunyue, "The man talking to the boatman is Yunhe, the 'Swallowtail Golden Shuttle' from Jingmen. The tall one and the short one are the 'Twin Heroes of Neifang Mountain.' The tall one is Jin Liqing, the 'Heaven-Touching Nezha,' and the short one is Wang Ji, the 'Vajra of the Garrison.' The one standing a little further away is Lai Chaoyuan, the 'Scholar of Cangwu Stone Peak.' This man is insidious and ruthless, unpredictable in his moods, and often injures people invisibly. His martial arts are extremely high, and he has a small grudge against Lei Lao Er."

Xie Yunyue nodded. Just then, the boatman, who was arguing with the 'Swallowtail Golden Shuttle', suddenly noticed the two of them leaving the cabin and hurriedly said, "Sir, the guests have left the cabin. Please discuss with them. If the guests agree, I will obey without question."

The 'Swallowtail Golden Shuttle' had already seen the two old men leave the boat. Hearing the boatman's words, he looked at Lei Xiaotian and gave him a sarcastic "Hey." But Lei Xiaotian and Xie Yunyue were talking in hushed tones and ignored him. The strange man from Jingmen called out "Hey!" twice more, but still received no response. He frowned, strode across the bridge, and stood before Lei and Xie, his voice booming with fury, "Old man, did you hear that?"

Lei Xiaotian slowly turned his face away, giving the strange man from Jingmen a cold glance, and replied indifferently, "I did hear those two strange, sarcastic 'Hey!' How would I know who you were calling?"

The two strange men from Jingmen were most sensitive about being called sarcastic, and their faces flushed with anger. They roared, "Old man, are you tired of living? Master Yun!" "I'd like to discuss giving up my second cabin with you, and splitting the fare equally. Would you agree?"

Lei Xiaotian coldly replied, "My life or death is none of your concern, as the King of Hell himself will take care of it. As for giving up the cabin, please don't bring it up again. Sharing a boat with someone as rude as you is only good for getting angry. It's not worth it for an old man to spend money and suffer."

The strange man from Jingmen was furious, wishing he could chop Lei Xiaotian to pieces, but he also noticed that Lei Xiaotian didn't seem to possess martial arts skills. If word got out, the strange man from Jingmen's reputation would be ruined, and he would be seen as bullying an old man. He forced himself to suppress his anger. Jin Liqing, nicknamed "Touching the Sky Nezha," had already crossed the bridge and was coldly observing Lei Xiaotian and Xie Yunyue. After a careful examination, he found nothing unusual about them. He stepped forward and said with a smile, "Old man, my brother Yun is rude and uncouth, and has offended us with his words. Please forgive him. We have urgent business in Xiakou, and hope you will grant us the second cabin."

Lei Xiaotian replied casually, "That's more like it, but... this old man is a little curious. Of the dozen or so boats along the shore, why is he so interested in my boat? What are his intentions?" "Tell me,"

Jin Liqing said, speechless. They had only suggested boarding the ship because it was spacious and comfortable, a spur-of-the-moment decision that had drawn Lei Xiaotian's cold words, implying he considered them robbers. Unable to tolerate this, Jin Liqing roared, "Old man, what do you take me for?"

Lei Xiaotian replied, "Who cares who you are? Don't bother asking about the cabin."

Jin Liqing sneered, "Old man, you're asking for death." He used only thirty percent of his strength to strike horizontally, intending only to slightly injure Lei Xiaotian.

However, at the very moment Jin Liqing struck, Lei Xiaotian shifted sideways with normal steps, saying to Xie Yunyue, "Third brother, young people these days are so impolite. It's better to refuse." This action seemed perfectly timed, allowing him to evade Jin Liqing's attack.

Jin Liqing was taken aback, thinking to herself, "My palm strike, though not lightning fast, was exceptionally swift. How could it be so clever?" Jingmen Yiguai Yunhe was also surprised, but he couldn't see that Lei Xiaotian had intentionally dodged the move.

At this moment, night fell, the riverbank was shrouded in mist, fishing lights flickered, gentle waves lapped against the shore, and a river breeze blew. Standing on the shore, the encampment of King Kong Wang Ji and Shi Fengxiu Shi Lai Chaoyuan was already impatient. Wang Ji shouted, "Brother Jin, why waste your breath? Wouldn't it be enough to get rid of this old geezer?" As he spoke, two figures flew off the ground, heading straight for the deck. Halfway

there, the two suddenly felt a numbness in their knees, their true energy exhausted, and their bodies immediately plummeted into the water. Lai Chaoyuan and Wang Ji felt their bodies sink, immediately sensing something was wrong. They tried to gather their energy, but the numbness worsened, and they fell even faster. With two splashes, water flew everywhere, and the two fell into the river. Jin Liqing and Yunhe were shocked and wanted to help, but their skills were useless in the water. Yunhe could only order the boatman to rescue them.

Suddenly, Lei Xiaotian spoke in a cold voice, "Friends, let it go. Don't act tough in front of this old man and order others around."

The two realized they had misjudged him and shivered, falling into the water. Fortunately, the river was shallow near the shore, and it took a lot of effort to rescue Shi Feng Xiushi Lai Chaoyuan and the local strongman Wang Ji. A series of giggling laughter filled the cabin. Lai Chaoyuan and Wang Ji's acupoints were still not released, and they couldn't figure out which acupoints were pressed. They realized that there must be a master on the boat. They had suffered a hidden loss and were filled with resentment and anger. The strange man from Jingmen discussed a few words with Jin Liqing and then carried Lai and Wang away in a hurry.

Lei Xiaotian and Xie Yunyue returned to the cabin. Xie Yunyue complained, "Second Brother, you're making trouble for no reason. I'm afraid we'll run into trouble on the way."

Lei Xiaotian glared and said, "Third Brother, don't you know that Lei Lao Er is a notorious ghost in the martial arts world? Lai Chaoyuan used underhanded means to kill my friend Lei Houzi, and he's been hiding for ten years, hiding away. Luckily, we ran into each other today. Do you think Lei Lao Er will let this go?"

Xie Yunyue said coldly, "Wouldn't it be better if you killed him? Why toy with them?"

Lei Xiaotian rolled his eyes and said, "Running into Lei Lao Er's hands, it's not that easy. Third Brother, have you ever seen a cat catching a mouse?" The three women couldn't help but giggle. Xie Yunyue had no choice but to shrug and smile.

The boat captain and the other boatmen chattered for a while outside before coming in and saying, "You guys have really stirred up a hornet's nest. The Red Flag Gang of the Han River is unpredictable, and those four people just now might be their men. I can't afford to mess with them, so... so..."

Xie Yunyue smiled and said, "Boat captain, don't worry about this. We'll handle everything. You can go outside now." The boat captain's lips moved a few times, but in the end, he bowed and left

without a word. Jiang Yaohong curled her lip, feigning utter disdain, and said, "Teacher Lei is all talk. You're just relying on what Brother Yun said about 'controlling acupoints in mid-air' and the superior mantra 'focusing on one thing and responding to all changes with immutability' to deal with them. If they were prepared beforehand, hmph, things might get complicated." Lei Xiaotian shook his head and said, "

Miss Yao, who doesn't know that your Brother Yun's skill is unparalleled? Under a big tree, one can find shade, and Lei Lao Er is strong and robust. Miss, Miss, please be virtuous and don't embarrass Lei Lao Er. There will be many days in the future when you will need Lei Lao Er's help. Miss Luo, don't you think so?" The two women couldn't
help but roll their eyes at Lei Xiaotian, secretly cursing him as a cunning devil. The night passed peacefully, but Xie Yunyue was puzzled. He, Lei Xiaotian, and Sang Lu stepped out of the cabin to take a look. They looked at each other and saw that the morning mist was light, the clear stream was gurgling over the rocks, and all the nearby boats had sailed away. Only their own boat was left alone on the riverbank. The boatman and several boatmen were squatting on the bow, not uttering a sound.

Lei Xiaotian was experienced in the martial world and had seen many strange things. At a glance, he understood and laughed loudly, "The two heroes of Neifang Mountain are upright and honest, and they did not plot against us. They are indeed worthy of being called heroes. Why don't you come out and meet us?" As soon as the voice fell, five people suddenly appeared on the riverbank. In addition to the four from last night, there was also a Taoist priest in green robes with a lion's nose, broad jaw, and sparse beard, carrying two acupuncture hoes on his back.

Sang Lu was slightly startled when he saw this Taoist priest appear, and whispered to Xie Yunyue, "This Taoist priest is Mu Longzi from Guishan in western Guangdong. He is skilled in the Taiyi Qimen technique and was once hailed as the best in the martial arts world. His skill is superb, and he has not appeared in the martial arts world for a long time. Young hero,

please pay close attention to him." At this moment, Luo Xiangmei and Jiang Yaohong, two women, came out of the cabin. Fu Liuguan and Fu Wan, who had just recovered from their illness, were resting quietly as instructed by Xie Yunyue. After the appearance of the Shuangjie of Neifang Mountain and others, Xie Yunyue and the others leaped up one after another, landing on the riverbank with the speed of shooting stars, light and silent. The Shuangjie of Neifang Mountain and the others were surprised when they saw this superb lightness skill displayed.

Jingmen Yiguai Yunhe spoke first, "We have no grudge against each other, why did you suddenly attack us last night?" "

Lei Xiaotian said coldly, "Who ambushed you? Did anyone see it?" The strange man from Jingmen was immediately stumped by Lei Xiaotian's question. He knew that it was Lei Xiaotian who ambushed Lai Chaoyuan and Wang Ji, but he couldn't find any evidence. His face flushed red and he was speechless.

Jin Liqing stepped forward and said with a smile, "Last night, we were really in the wrong. A wise man doesn't talk nonsense. We understand each other without saying anything. However, my junior brother and Master Lai suffered a loss and were unwilling to accept it. They wanted to test their skills with a few moves. I dare not say that we have regained our face, but only that we can make friends through martial arts."

Lei Xiaotian raised his eyebrows and was about to answer when Xie Yunyue answered first, "Teacher Jin's magnanimity has deeply moved this old man." "Upon hearing the words 'this old man,' the two women chuckled incessantly.

Xie Yunyue frowned slightly and continued, 'However, Teacher Jin is being a bit too speculative, making a big fuss about nothing. We did not launch a sneak attack. The two masters falling into the water was merely due to their internal energy being blocked, and it just so happened to be the right moment. You should know that the most difficult thing for martial artists is that the Ren and Du meridians cannot be opened, so the blood and energy cannot flow smoothly through the acupoints. Occasionally, there will be a reversal of blood and energy. This old man speculates that the two masters who fell into the water must have been agitated when they were flying through the air,

which is why this happened.' These words were concise and profound, containing the key to internal strength. Although they were deliberately criticizing the matter, they were indeed profound truths. Lai Chaoyuan and Wang Ji exchanged glances and thought, 'The reasoning is correct, but it is too much of a coincidence.'" Lei Xiaotian understood that Xie Yunyue didn't want to cause trouble and make enemies, hence his words.

Suddenly, the Lion-Nosed, Broad-Chined Taoist coldly said, "This won't fool me. I've never heard of such a thing happening in thousands of years. If what you say is true, who in the martial world wouldn't dare to roam the Jianghu and give others a chance to die? I'm ashamed of your underhanded tricks."

Xie Yunyue felt calm upon hearing these sarcastic words and smiled slightly, but Jiang Yaohong couldn't stand it and scolded, "Ugly old Taoist, don't be so arrogant. Do you think we're afraid of you? To be honest, any one of us here is far beyond your ability to defeat." "

The Lion-Nosed, Broad-Forked Taoist's eyes flashed with a cold light as he said coldly, 'Female benefactor, you dare to speak so arrogantly. Although I dare not claim to be the best in the world, there are very few in the martial arts world who can match me. You are truly a frog in a well. I am not even interested in teaching you a lesson. Someone will teach you a lesson.' As he spoke, he glanced at Lai Chaoyuan.

Lai Chaoyuan, the Stone Peak Hermit and Mu Longzi's nephew, immediately strode forward and said with a smile, 'Sister-in-law, please state your name. I, Lai, do not harm nameless people.'

Jiang Yaohong's face flushed secretly, and she scolded, 'I cannot tell you for now. It will not be too late to tell you when you fall into the water again.'

Lai Chaoyuan could not help but feel angry and sneered, 'You are courting death. You cannot blame me.' With a flick of his left hand, his five fingers spread out swiftly, as fast as a shooting star, grabbing at the girl's right arm at the Qudi acupoint. At the same time, his right palm pressed down on the girl's Xinshu acupoint. His attack was extremely fast and ruthless, both subtle and fierce."

Jiang Yaohong gave a light shout, neither dodging nor avoiding, her left and right hands moving in a "parting flowers and brushing willows" motion, one above and one below, her fingers like scissors, her elbows sinking and wrists rising, the finger wind meeting Lai Chaoyuan's. A "wrist meridian" acupoint was slashed, strange and unpredictable. The "Eight-Nine Exquisite" technique contained

the ultimate move of "severing tendons and cutting meridians", Lai Chaoyuan was greatly surprised and hurriedly floated back five feet. Lei Xiaotian smiled and said to Xie Yunyue, "I didn't expect Miss Yao to have such a high comprehension talent, and to use it so perfectly in half a day." At this moment, the other party all showed surprise, especially this dragon prince whose eyes were lowered, thinking in his heart about whose school this strange technique came from.

Lai Chaoyuan's eyes were full of viciousness, he floated back and then suddenly rushed forward, attacking with unparalleled speed with four palms, palm shadows flying and wind surging, then he unleashed a set of strange palm techniques, the sky full of palm shadows enveloping Jiang Yaohong. Jiang Yaohong, emboldened by her initial success, unleashed a set of profound and unpredictable martial arts techniques. Her right palm and left fingers complemented each other, her palms sealing, binding, drawing, and closing, her fingers seizing, stabbing, and striking with lightning speed.

After twenty moves, Lai Chaoyuan was thrown into disarray. The girl's attacks were chaotic and fast, a blur of feints and real strikes, one after another, forcing Lai Chaoyuan to dodge left and right, fleeing in all directions. His once elegant demeanor instantly turned icy and pale. The Lion-Nosed, Broad-Chined Daoist frowned deeply. At this moment, the girl used her left finger in a move called "Meteor Shooting the Moon," aiming directly at Lai Chaoyuan's "abdominal knot" acupoint, swift and fierce.

Lai Chaoyuan swiftly darted three feet to the left, but the girl's palm, "Golden Leopard Reveals Claws," was already poised to strike his chest. Before the palm even landed, the powerful force had already reached him. Lai Chaoyuan gasped, his sideways movement still unsteady, before he could regain his footing and hastily flipped backward. His evasion was even faster, but the girl's palm strike was lightning-fast, its force striking Lai Chaoyuan squarely. He let out a low groan, staggering three steps back and forth, feeling a surge of blood rushing to his head.

The Lion-Nosed Taoist let out a strange, cackling laugh, his figure blurring as he shot towards the girl like an arrow released from a crossbow. Xie Yunyue was even faster; the two figures merged and separated in a flash, the Lion-Nosed Taoist already several feet away, his eyes filled with astonishment. It turned out that the Lion-Nosed Taoist, seeing Lai Chaoyuan's defeat, had secretly used the Taiyi Qimen technique to seize the girl's right palm, hoping to regain face.

Although he recognized the girl's superior martial arts, he thought she wasn't much better than Lai Chaoyuan, and was confident of victory. Suddenly, a shadow flashed before his eyes, startling him. His right hand changed from a grab to a strike, meeting the oncoming figure head-on. Before the figure that had just struck him could stop, his right palm shot out, only to find his wrist suddenly going limp, all his strength dissipating. He quickly slumped down, landing a good ten feet away.

The Lion-Nosed Taoist was quite astonished. After regaining his composure, he coldly said, "This humble Taoist came down from the mountain this time to meet a master. Today, I am fortunate to meet you. May I ask your esteemed name?"

Xie Yunyue smiled and said, "I dare not tarnish your reputation with worldly names. Since we have no enmity, why create unnecessary grudges?"

Martial arts practitioners are inherently competitive and fame-hungry. To stop now would be unsatisfying. Seeing the Lion-Nosed Taoist lower his eyes in contemplation, seemingly about to back down, and having just been struck by Jiang Yaohong's palm, causing his blood to stagnate, Lai Chaoyuan gritted his teeth in anger. He secretly summoned the Jingmen Monster for a sudden attack. The Jingmen Monster rose into the air with a "Hidden Dragon Ascends to Heaven" maneuver, spinning in mid-air before abruptly turning his head and unleashing a

barrage of palm strikes, carrying a fierce force, aimed directly at Jiang Yaohong. Jiang Yaohong, caught off guard by the Jingmen Monster's sudden attack, quickly retreated a step and also soared into the sky like a crane, intending to use the "Severing Tendons and Meridians" technique to seize the Jingmen Monster's wrists. Just as the young woman leaped into the air, the Stone Peak Scholar, Lai Chaoyuan, suddenly shot out horizontally, his left palm flicking out while his right hand unleashed nine coins with lightning speed. This exposed Jiang Yaohong from the chest down to the force of the palm strikes and hidden weapons. The two coordinated perfectly, and even with Jiang Yaohong's extraordinary abilities, she couldn't escape the surprise attack.
The Lion-Nosed Taoist shouted, "Lai Chaoyuan, stop hurting people!"

A cloud of sand swirled up, filling the sky with dust, and two figures shot out from within the dust, falling to the ground with two thuds and remaining motionless for a long time. Then, a petite figure emerged, smiling sweetly as she nestled beside Luo Xiangmei. Xie Yunyue knew that Jiang Yaohong must have used the Emei Mountain's signature technique, the "Twenty-Eight Palms of Wind and Cloud," combined with the "Rejection" and "Shock" techniques he had taught her. Although she hadn't grasped the essence, the power was greatly amplified. He secretly admired Jiang Yaohong's talent and intelligence. Seeing that Lai Chaoyuan and Yunhe had their acupoints sealed, he thought to himself, "This girl is ruthless, using both fingers simultaneously. It seems they must have struck the 'Three Yuan Acupoints.'" "

Lion-Nosed Daoist was surprised. He walked in front of Lai Yun and the other man, raised his hand and patted their 'Qi Sea' acupoints. The two men groaned and leaped into the air. Lai Chaoyuan looked at Jiang Yao with resentment in his eyes." Jiang Yaohong snorted inwardly, thinking, "If it weren't for Brother Yun's insistence that I not harm anyone along the way, you would still be alive."

The Lion-Nosed Taoist glared at Lai Chaoyuan, then slowly turned to face Xie Yunyue and said, "This humble Taoist, Mu Longzi, has been a guest at Neifang Mountain for a month. Two days ago, Master Jin sent a message on behalf of a friend, inviting me to seek help. Master Jin then invited me, and I couldn't refuse, so I readily agreed. However, to avoid exposing my whereabouts, Master Yun suggested taking a boat, but unexpectedly, you benefactors are so arrogant..."

Sang Lu, the Eight-Palm Reaper, interrupted coldly, "Who is arrogant? Has Taoist Mu Longzi asked Master Yun in detail?"

Mu Longzi was slightly taken aback, then glanced at the strange man from Jingmen. Yun He couldn't help but look ashamed. Seeing this, Mu Longzi guessed that Yun He must have said something hurtful first, which caused this pointless grudge. At this moment, Xie Yunyue smiled and said, "As I just said, regardless of who is right or wrong, we should let things go. May I ask, Master Mulong, are you avoiding being exposed because you fear someone?"

Upon hearing this, Mulongzi raised his lion-like nose and laughed loudly, "In my life, I have never feared anyone. It's just that the person who invited Teacher Jin is also a close friend of mine for many years. How could I ruin such an important matter..." Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly saw a middle-aged man carrying someone running towards him from a field not far away. Mulongzi abruptly

stopped. The man ran up to Jin Liqing and put the person he was carrying down. Xie Yunyue had already recognized the person being carried as Qian Ning, the leader of the Yangzhou Beggars' Gang, and was secretly surprised. Lei Xiaotian glanced at Xie Yunyue, and Xie Yunyue signaled to Lei Xiaotian not to act rashly, but seeing Qian Ning's expression, he couldn't help but frown. Qian Ning, the "Hedgehog of the Wind," was ashen-faced, his eyes glazed over, half-stiff, seemingly on the verge of death.

A middle-aged man rushed over and said to Jin Liqing, "This Master Qian had been carefully treated by Master Mulong and his ilk, and had shown some improvement. This morning, after the mountain lord and others left the mountain, Master Qian, having recovered, struggled to his feet, saying he wanted to leave for another place. I couldn't stop him, and Master Qian had only just run out of the mountain pass when he suddenly collapsed. I quickly checked Master Qian's pulse, but it was weak and scattered. I had no other choice but to rush here, hoping to see if the mountain lord had left yet."

Jin Liqing nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Zhou."

Mulongzi had already gone over, checked Qian Ning's pulse, and sighed, "This man won't live past noon. If he forces his true strength, he won't die." Suddenly, Xie Yunyue flashed towards Qian Ning like lightning.

Mulongzi shouted, "What are you doing?" and slapped out with his palm.

Xie Yunyue moved swiftly, showing no fear of Mu Longzi's palm strike. He shifted his left palm outwards and then knelt down to help Qian Ning, the "Hedgehog of the Wind," up from his right wrist, much to his surprise. Mu Longzi's palm strike was incredibly powerful, but Xie Yunyue's left palm reversed the force, forcing it outwards. Mu Longzi stumbled forward several steps, astonished by the unexpected and unpredictable nature of Xie Yunyue's seemingly casual attack. He turned to look at Xie Yunyue.

He was a master of various martial arts, yet he couldn't discern the origin of Xie Yunyue's technique. Given the old man's appearance, he had never heard of him in the martial world. Having twice failed to strike in front of the two heroes, he was overcome by a desire for fame and victory. He lunged forward like a whirlwind, unleashing a "Scattering Flowers" attack aimed at Xie Yunyue's chest.

Mu Longzi's move was incredibly profound, conjuring countless palm shadows that completely enveloped Xie Yunyue's forty-eight acupoints on his chest. Xie Yunyue was focused on examining Qian Ning's pulse and had no idea that Mu Longzi would launch a surprise attack. Just as Mu Longzi made his move, two delicate shouts rang out, and two silver streaks descended from the sky, suddenly bursting into silver blossoms as they met Mu Longzi's palm shadows.

It turned out that the two women, enraged by Mu Longzi's sneak attack on Xie Yunyue, leaped up and drew their swords, each unleashing a move called "Starry Sky and Dipper Strike." This move was one of the ultimate techniques of the "Mysterious Heaven Seven Star Sword" that Xie Yunyue had privately taught them. Fortunately, the two women had not yet grasped its essence, otherwise Mu Longzi would have been pierced through by his palms. At this moment, Xie Yunyue slowly stood up, turned around and stopped the two women from attacking, then looked at Mu Longzi with a deep expression and said, "This old man has no deep-seated grudge against the Daoist Master, so why have you repeatedly attacked me from

behind? If the Daoist Master is determined to regain face, let's wait until this person is healed." Upon hearing this, Mu Longzi snorted coldly and said, "This person's injuries are severe. Even if Hua Tuo were alive again, he would hardly be able to recover. If you have the strength of Cheng Chun, I will admit defeat and set aside the matter of fighting for now, otherwise..."

Xie Yunyue looked at Mu Longzi... Driven by a desire for victory and fame, Xie Yunyue frowned, his brow furrowed, and said, "Regardless, let's save him first. I know his injuries are severe. Whether he recovers or not, I'll do my best. Later, I must learn your unparalleled martial arts, so you won't miss out on your secret techniques."

Mu Longzi blushed. Xie Yunyue continued, "Why did Qian Ning come to Inner Fang Mountain? Can you tell me?" As he spoke, he reached out and grasped Qian Ning's wrist, secretly channeling his own energy to force the poison to gather at the "Shaoyang" acupoint.

Mu Longzi sneered, "If you heal him, do you think he won't tell?"

Seeing his narrow-mindedness, Xie Yunyue simply smiled and said nothing more, focusing his Bodhi Zen energy on healing Qian Ning. He had already diagnosed that Qian Yu had been injured by someone's underhanded attack before even reaching the inner mountain, and was still unaware of it. However, Qian Yu's rapid pace caused the injury to suddenly flare up. After Mu Longzi's careful treatment, the poison was forced to several acupoints.

This was only a temporary solution, but as soon as Qian Ning awoke, he forced himself to run again, causing the poison to erupt again, corroding his internal organs. Mu Longzi was right; even with medicine and elixirs, they couldn't save Qian Ning's life at this moment. Little did they know that Xie Yunyue possessed the Bodhi Zen Skill, and as long as he had a breath left, he could prolong his life for another three to five years. Xie Yunchen remained silent, channeling his pure Yang true energy.

A gentle breeze blew across the river, and the morning sun shone brightly. The people on the riverbank stood solemnly and silently. Mu Longzi's eyes darted around, sweeping over the five people before him. He thought to himself, "Who are these five? They're all quite old, renowned masters in the martial world. Aside from rising stars, most know them, and their martial arts are all of the highest caliber. How come I've never heard of such people in the martial world?" He couldn't help but turn his head and quietly ask Jin Liqing, the "Heavenly Nezha."

Jin Liqing had only established his kiln in Neifang Mountain five years ago, his footsteps covering sixty-three provinces in the south and north, making friends all over the world. But even Jin Liqing shook his head blankly. Mu Longzi was greatly puzzled. He carefully considered the martial arts Xie Yunyue had used against him earlier, finding them increasingly mysterious and unpredictable. Even Jiang Yaohong and Luo Xiangmei's swordplay seemed ethereal and extraordinary. He couldn't help but recall a past event and sighed inwardly.
Qian Ning, the "Hedgehog of the Wind," gradually blushed, his eyes were about to open, and he opened his mouth to speak. Qian Ning was greatly shocked and thought to himself, "How can this person have such the power to bring the dead back to life? Could it be that I misread his pulse?"

Qian Ning awoke, feeling an intense burning sensation in the acupoints between his three yang meridians. Opening his eyes, he saw an old man holding his wrist acupoints with his five fingers. A surge of yang energy flowed from the old man's fingers into his body, leaping and surging. The sensation was extremely uncomfortable, yet he knew the old man was using his internal energy to heal him. He opened his mouth to speak, but Xie Yunyue stopped him with a look. After a moment, the burning pain intensified, and Qian Ning couldn't help but groan.

Half an hour later, Xie Yunyue stood up and smiled at Sang Lu, saying, "I trouble you, brother, to help Qian Ning into the cabin to lie down and rest. He can only have a little rice water and must not move around." After speaking, he borrowed a longsword from Luo Xiangmei and casually flicked it, creating a shower of golden and silver stars.

This seemingly casual movement was incredibly profound, immediately astonishing Mu Longzi and the others. Xie Yunyue walked up to Mu Longzi and smiled, "A man without integrity cannot stand. This old man is willing to exchange a few blows with you, Daoist, using my longsword and your acupoint-sealing hoes."

Mu Longzi slowly drew two acupoint-sealing hoes from his shoulder, glanced at Xie Yunyue's sword, and said, "These Yin-Yang acupoint-sealing hoes, forged from cold iron, have not been used for thirty years, and are somewhat rusty. However, when used, they will surely injure. I hope you will be careful." To others, his words sounded incredibly arrogant and extremely grating, but they were not unfounded.

It should be known that years ago, Mu Longzi used these same acupoint-sealing hoes to defeat three top swordsmen, Gan San, in a single night in Diancang Mountain. However, this event was not known to the martial arts world. Because at the beginning of the fight, both sides had agreed not to reveal this, so it was not made public. Xie Yunyue smiled upon hearing this and said, "Daoist, please make your move. Fighting will inevitably result in death and injury, so there's no point in saying more."

As he spoke, he tightened his grip on his long sword, feeling a surge of emotion. In the year he had spent wandering the martial world, he had not used his swordsmanship once, mainly because the Xuan Tian Seven Star Sword Technique was divinely inspired and incredibly powerful, often injuring people invisibly and easily making enemies. He would never use it lightly unless it was a matter of life and death. However, today, in order to keep his master Mingliang's admonition not to display the "Eighteen Discourses of Xuanyuan" and the "Maitreya Divine Skill," he resorted to this strategy.

Seeing that Xie Yunyue didn't take him seriously at all, Mu Longzi felt a surge of anger. He thought to himself, "My temperament has changed drastically lately. I've always left people some leeway in everything I do. It seems I can't be lenient this time."

He sneered and said, "I'll give you three moves. Please, benefactor, make your move." Xie Yunyue laughed loudly, and his sword slowly slanted out, drawing half a circle from left to right. The movement was incredibly slow, yet the tip of the sword hummed incessantly, sending up countless cold stars that shone on Mu Longzi's body. Upon seeing Xie Yunyue's move, Mu Longzi's eyes widened, his face turning solemn. Suddenly, he felt an invisible sword aura, stronger than a mountain, pressing down on him. He quickly lowered his feet, secretly using the Thousand-Pound Drop Technique, and said, "So you are from the Kunlun Sect, benefactor."

It turned out that Xie Yunyue's sword move was exactly the same as the "Moving Yin and Yang" move from the Kunlun Sect's Zhenshan Seven Forms of Heavenly Net. Xie Yunyue replied, "All sword techniques under heaven originate from one source, without distinction between them. I am not a disciple of Kunlun, and this move is largely the same as Kunlun's 'Seven Forms of Heavenly Net.'" As he spoke, he slashed his sword from left to right again, the move being the same, only reversed.

Mu Long suddenly felt the sword energy more than double in intensity, and he staggered back three steps involuntarily, his expression changing slightly. Xie Yunyue shouted, "This is the second move; the Daoist Master will have to make the final move." "With that, he swung his sword again, no different from the previous two moves.

At this moment, everyone's expressions were solemn, watching the scene. Even Fu Liuguan and Fu Wan leaned out of the cabin. Mu Longzi had never felt so tense and heavy-hearted in decades. He knew that he had encountered a reclusive master today, and success or failure, honor or disgrace, depended on him. He had no choice but to act this way. He knew that Xie Yunyue's sword move must contain many mysterious and ever-changing variations.

The sword energy was like a tidal wave pressing in front of Mu Longzi. The dazzling cold stars made it hard to open one's eyes. Suddenly, Mu Longzi shouted, his body rising up, flipping in mid-air and landing behind Xie Yunyue's chest. He sealed his acupoints and swung his sword up and down. His movements and techniques were incredibly fast. A cold light and phantoms descended from above. As expected, Xie Yunyue's sword moves were unpredictable. The sword momentum did not subside. His body moved, and the sword followed his body. With the move "Ten Thousand Stars Surrounding the Moon", he created a sky full of golden flowers that flew and flowed, dazzling and hard to open one's eyes."

Before Mu Longzi could even fall, he was startled by Xie Yunyue's unexpected move. His chest trembled, and he kicked with both feet, spinning upwards and shooting to the side. However, the golden meteor shower seemed relentless, relentlessly pursuing him. Mu Longzi, quick as a flash, touched the ground and pressed forward, his hoes employing the "Taiyi Qimen Hoe Technique," moving with the agility of a snake darting away. However, he was mostly on the defensive, as Xie Yunyue relied solely on his single, ever-changing move, "Ten Thousand Stars Surrounding the Moon."

In the blink of an eye, Mu Longzi had already unleashed over thirty attacks. The meteor shower gradually multiplied, resembling a flower-covered hill. No matter how fierce his attacks, he couldn't break through. Frustrated by the prolonged battle, he suddenly shifted his position, launching three fierce attacks, creating a flurry of hoe shadows. Each attack was a test of his inner strength, whistling through the air.

On the surface, it appeared quite flashy, but at its core, it was a life-or-death struggle, especially for Mu Longzi. The hoes flashed with a cold light, like a thunderbolt, piercing through the silvery spray. After a clash of metal, the sword and hoe light vanished, revealing Mu Longzi's two acupoint-sealing hoes stuck to Xie Yunyue's longsword. Mu Longzi's eyes flashed with a chilling light, his face covered in sweat. The acupoint-

sealing hoes seemed to be forged into the longsword, impossible to separate. Despite using all his strength, it was like a dragonfly trying to shake a stone pillar. The chilling light in his eyes gradually turned to fear. Conversely, Xie Yunyue's expression also became solemn. Suddenly, both of them shouted simultaneously. Xie Yunyue's longsword spun, and Mu Longzi immediately followed the sword's momentum. The longsword moved swiftly, leaving the hoes, flashing with cold light, and thrust straight towards Mu Longzi's vital acupoints in his chest. This move greatly alarmed Mu Longzi. He had never seen such unpredictable and wondrous swordsmanship in his life. In a panic, he shifted his position and dodged to the left, but the sword's momentum was like a leech clinging to his chest, leaving him no chance to retaliate.

Nineteen sword strikes flashed in quick succession, and Mu Longzi was unknowingly forced onto a cliff. One more step back and he would fall into the Han River. Suddenly, he saw Xie Yunyue's sword momentum retreat, his figure flashing as he had already covered several dozen feet away. He and Lei Xiaotian shouted and leaped onto the deck, ordering the boatman to raise the mooring ropes and set sail. Mu Longzi was stunned for a moment, then turned around and glanced back. He knew that if Xie Yunyue struck again, he would be forced into the river. Overwhelmed with resentment, he sighed and left with Jin Liqing and the others in a embarrassed manner.

Xie Yunyue and the others stepped down and entered the middle cabin. They saw Qian Ning, the "Hedgehog of the Wind," trying to get up to express his gratitude, but Xie Yunyue pressed him down and smiled, "Chief Qian, there's no need for such formalities. I just wonder if you could tell me about the instigation you suffered at the hands of someone else?"

Qian Ning shook his head blankly and replied, "When I was passing through Shili Pu on the outskirts of Xiangyang, I suddenly felt a cold wind behind me. I shivered and turned around, but I didn't see anyone. There were only a few people carrying baskets on their shoulders, far away from me, so I didn't pay any attention. Half a day later, I gradually felt uneasy and my energy was running low. When I reached the foot of the mountain, I felt a sharp pain in my chest and abdomen, and I was about to collapse..."

Xie Yunyue asked, "So, Chief Qian, you still don't know who ambushed you?"

Qian Ning pondered for a moment and said, "It was nothing more than the Red Flag Gang sending someone to ambush me. No one else could have used such a treacherous trick."

"What is it for?"

Qian Ning asked. "The Red Flag Gang and our sect have sworn an oath of brotherhood. The matter involves far-reaching interests. The Red Flag Gang leader, Eight-Armed Vajra Yuwen Lei, has invited the Demon Lord of the Long River and other powerful figures from the outlaw world, as well as overseas evil spirits, to provoke us and incite a major upheaval in the martial arts world. Our three elders, along with our brothers, recently arrived in Xiakou and discovered that the Red Flag Gang was quite powerful. We inadvertently discovered that the Red Flag Gang had intentions that were detrimental to our four elders."

Xie Yunyue interjected, "How so?"

Qian Ning coughed heavily and said, "Yuwen Lei has already invited the Two Poisons of Minshan to Yunmeng, where they are plotting..." "Please have the Two Poisons prepare a deadly, invisible poison powder and send several of your men to various locations, each carrying a diagram and a drawing of a dozen or so human figures. Once discovered, they will be secretly poisoned. The poison is colorless and invisible, and can be released anywhere. Once it touches the skin and enters the body, death will occur within an hour, with the body turning purple. Therefore, our elder Cang Xi sent me to invite experts to help, and I must also rush to Wudang Mountain to inform the Fourth Elder. Unexpectedly, I was ambushed and this has caused me to miss a crucial opportunity. The strict rules of the gang make me wish I were dead a hundred times over." Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke.
At this moment, Jiang Yaohong, Luo Xiangmei, and Fu Wan exchanged glances and couldn't help but smile. Qian Ning couldn't help but feel suspicious upon seeing this. Xie Yunyue frowned and said, "The Two Poisons of Minshan have actually been captured by Yuwen Lei."

Lei Xiaotian asked, "Have you seen the Two Poisons of Minshan?"

Xie Yunyue nodded, and Jiang Yaohong suddenly said, "Brother Yun, Dahong Mountain is on the left side of the riverbank. Why don't we rush up the mountain and catch him off guard, then rout him? Wouldn't that be much better?"

Jiang Yaohong blurted out Brother Yun's name without thinking, and her voice, still charming and youthful, was instantly recognized. Qian Ning exclaimed, "So it's Fourth Elder, please forgive me..."

Xie Yunyue immediately interrupted Qian Ning, saying sharply, "Chief Qian, please rest. I have my reasons for this." He glanced at Jiang Yaohong again and said, "Although Dahong Mountain is within the Red Flag Gang's territory, the main altar is not located within Dahong Mountain, but in the Yunmeng Swamp." Jiang Yaohong

pouted and said, "I once heard the Venerable One say that the Red Flag Gang's main altar is in the Yunmeng Mountain. As far as I know, Dahong is Yunmeng, and Yunmeng is Dahong." She spoke with absolute certainty, leaving no room for argument.

Xie Yunyue smiled slightly and said, "Most people spread rumors. In fact, Yunmeng was originally the name of two marshes. Yun is in Jiangnan, and Meng is in Jiangbei, covering an area of eight or nine hundred li. The area north of Huarong, south of Anlu, and east of Zhijiang is all called Yunmeng. The Red Flag headquarters is located north of Anlu, south of Dahong Mountain, in the middle of the Sun River and Zhang River. The waterways in between are crisscrossed and the reeds stretch to the sky. It is a no-man's-land, and for hundreds of years it has been a hotbed of thieves. It is difficult to enter and difficult to leave, like the winding Yellow River. Hongmei

, you make it sound so easy." Jiang Yaohong rolled her eyes and said, "Who doesn't know that you are a man of both literary and martial talents, and full of poetry and books? Yunmeng is Yunmeng. Why do you have to cite classics to refute me? Sister Mei, look how infuriating you are."

Luo Xiangmei smiled sweetly, and her heart couldn't help but admire Xie Yunyue's extraordinary talent and learning. Jiang Yaohong supported Luo Xiangmei's hands and said, "Sister Mei, let's go to the back cabin and leave them alone." With that, they walked into the back cabin.

At this moment, Zhang Sanglu, the Soul Reaper, said, "The most worrisome thing in the martial world is ambush and sneak attack, which is impossible to guard against. Young hero, we need to devise a countermeasure."

Xie Yunyue stared out of the cabin, pondering silently for a long time, before saying, "I have already come up with a plan, but we will discuss it in the summer." Outside the cabin, the river and sky were one color, the blue water flowed, sails came and went without end, and boats moved like arrows, following the current downstream.

On the banks of the Xiakou River, an old man in green robes slowly walked out of the cabin of a giant boat and headed straight for the Yellow Crane Tower on the summit of Yellow Crane Mountain.

Yellow Crane Mountain is also known as Snake Mountain, and the Yellow Crane Tower is located on the Yanbo River. From Pinghu Gate to the foot of Huangque Mountain, the area is collectively called the Yanbo River. At the foot of Snake Mountain, the scenery is majestic, and the river rushes beneath it. The tower is three stories high, with flying rafters and hooks, forty-eight pillars in total, carved beams and painted rafters, exquisite windows and windows, a magnificent and beautiful building. Climbing to the top, the clouds and misty trees stretched as far as the eye could see, with Qingchuan Pavilion and Parrot Island faintly visible. Looking eastward towards the mighty Yangtze River, the view was magnificent, but sadly destroyed by fire in the fourteenth year

of the Guangxu Emperor's reign. A new one was built, but the full splendor could not be replicated. An elderly man in blue casually strolled up the stone steps to the foot of Snake Ridge. The setting sun cast long shadows on the river, and a gentle evening breeze caused his blue robe to flutter and dance in the wind. The Yellow Crane Tower was filled with tea drinkers in twos and threes. The elderly man in blue went up to the third floor and chose a seat by the river. As soon as he sat down, his eyes swept around, noticing that half the people in the tower were martial arts figures, dressed in long robes and sturdy attire, their silk tassels fluttering on their shoulders.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on a seat where he saw Half-Old Man, Eight-Step Cicada Huangfu Song, and the Four Demons of Gaoligong Mountain whispering among themselves while sipping tea. Noticing the unusual expression on the old man's face, Banbansou's eyes flashed with a captivating light as he stared intently at him. The old man quickly turned his head towards the river and began to recite softly: "When will the Yellow Crane return? Let us raise our golden goblets together, and gaze upon the thousand-year-old fragrant grasses of the islets. Today, the white clouds still linger; who is playing the jade flute, as plum blossoms fall in the river city in May?" He recited the couplet of the Yellow Crane Tower with resounding cadence, making it exceptionally beautiful.

The old man in green lightly tapped the table and whispered in praise: "Excellent! The choice of words is exquisite and refined. The first line uses Cui Hao's poem: 'The Yellow Crane has already flown away, leaving only the Yellow Crane Tower behind.' The second line uses Li Bai's poem: 'In the Yellow Crane Tower, the jade flute is played; plum blossoms fall in the river city in May.' He uses the words of the ancients with ease; only a master could discern their beauty." He then continued to praise it effusively. Suddenly,

Banbansou chuckled softly beside him: "So, he's just a bookworm." "The words drifted on the wind, each one reaching the ear.

The old man knew that Banbansou was a master of internal strength and intended to test him. He pretended to be oblivious, gazing at the sunset and the boundless expanse of water, dotted with sails, and was suddenly filled with longing. Near the Yellow Crane Tower, there were also the tomb of Prince Zhaoming, Jingyi Tower, Zhang Gong Ancestral Hall, Lüzu Pavilion, Donglue Tower, and Baoteng Pavilion, all dotting the landscape with lush greenery and pristine beauty. Although it was near a bustling town, it was quiet and pleasant. The old man looked around, shaking his head, looking every bit the poor, pedantic scholar.

After a while, he looked around again and saw that Banbansou and the other experts had not yet left, but he noticed that the Nine-Fingered Beggar Cangxi was sitting silently by the window opposite. Xie Yunyue wondered in surprise, "Why did my elder brother come alone? Where are the other two elders of the Beggar Clan?" Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that nine out of ten tea drinkers in the entire building were martial arts figures, mostly in disguise, and eight or seven out of ten were members of the Beggar Clan, scattered across several seats.

Suddenly, Huangfu Song, the Eight-Step Cicada Chaser, chuckled and said, "Old Cang Xi, you come to the Yellow Crane Tower every day at this time to sit alone for a while, not to meet anyone. Could it be that you know you will die without a burial place in four days, and you are using this short time to dispel your worries?"

Banbankong gave Cang Xi a look of utter contempt and said, "I disagreed with Chief Ziwen's proposal from the beginning. A thorn in our side should be removed as soon as possible. He said that the time was not right and that it would be more appropriate to capture them in one fell swoop. In my opinion, all dissidents should be killed to prevent them from having trouble sleeping and being paranoid. Wouldn't that be better?" The four demons of Gaoligong Mountain grinned, remaining silent.

Although the old man's voice was barely audible, Xie Yunyue and Cang Xi, with their keen ears and eyes, heard every word clearly. They saw the Nine-Fingered Beggar Cang Xi sneer, his eyes still fixed on the window. The old man seemed to know that Cang Xi's sneer was directed at him, and his brow furrowed. He slowly turned his face, his gaze landing on the face of a burly man of about forty years old with a purple face and short beard, sitting next to Cang Xi.

Xie Yunyue, seeing this, was puzzled and suspicious. He followed the old man's gaze and saw a man with a large purple beard, prominent temples, and piercing eyes—one glance was enough to tell him who he was. He was a highly skilled martial artist. The purple-faced giant looked extremely troubled, while the old man's eyes flashed with a threatening light.

Xie Yunyue was even more puzzled, but seeing the purple-faced giant seemingly helpless, his right hand slowly reaching into his robes, he suddenly realized that the purple-faced giant must possess the Yangshan Two Poisons, which were used to concoct an invisible, colorless, and potent poison. The old man was signaling him to ambush Cang Xi. Xie Yunyue was greatly alarmed, but he couldn't reveal his identity. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. He slammed his palm heavily on the table and shouted, "The great river flows eastward, the moon is bright and the wind is gentle, the scenery above the Yellow Crane Tower is boundless, the words of the ancients are indeed true!" The words startled everyone present, drawing their attention to him.

The burly man with the purple face, startled by the sudden shout, hesitated, his right hand, hidden in his robes, unable to extend. Cang Xi was even more surprised; the accent seemed strangely familiar, and he suddenly remembered who this person was, his gaze fixed on Xie Yunyue. Xie Yunyue feigned embarrassment, glancing at the tea drinkers before his eyes fell on Cang Xi. Their eyes met, then quickly settled on the short-bearded man with the purple face.

Cang Xi, seeing Xie Yunyue's expression, knew something was amiss. He noticed the burly man's right hand was just reaching out from his robes, and his sharp eyes revealed a small red paper packet clutched in his fingers. He understood what was going on. Cang Xi abruptly stood up, as if... Having some urgent matter to attend to, he hurriedly rose from his seat, his sleeves billowing, just as he bumped into a freshly brewed cup of Longjing tea on the table.

The teacup tilted, and the scalding tea, like a fountain, sprayed onto the back of the purple-faced man's hand, which bore a small red paper packet. Instantly, the purple-faced man cried out in pain, jumping up and down, his hand trembling uncontrollably. The red paper packet fell onto the floor, and Cang Xi rushed downstairs like a gust of wind. The purple-faced man, enduring the burning pain, hastily took out a cloth, using it to pick up the tea-soaked red paper packet, placing it on the table. His face contorted with hatred, he slowly sat down, then took out some ointment and gently applied it to his scalded right hand.

The old man was greatly astonished, thinking, "How could it be such a coincidence that the tea spilled right onto the red paper packet?" "Thinking back on the scene, I suddenly realized that it was related to the pedantic scholar in blue shouting and clapping, which attracted attention. The old man, who was originally gazing out the window, turned around and noticed the small red paper packet in the hand of the burly man with purple face."

But how did the pedantic scholar in blue know that the short-bearded giant before him held a tasteless and colorless poison? And how did he know he intended to poison the old man's son? He had only signaled with a glance; this was clearly incomprehensible. He couldn't help but glance back at the old man in blue. What he saw left the old man speechless. The seat was empty; the old man in blue had left sometime earlier. They quietly asked Huangfu Song, the Eight-Step Cicada, and the Four Demons of Gaoligong Mountain, but they too had no idea where he had gone. After a few whispered words, they all felt that the old man in blue was suspicious, an enemy rather than a friend, a hidden danger to their hearts.

Suddenly, they discovered two dead flies in each of their teacups. They exchanged bewildered glances, assuming there had already been dead flies in the teahouse that had floated to the surface after being steeped in boiling water. Just as they were about to order the waiter to replace them, a gust of river wind blew in from outside, carrying a small white

dot with the speed of an arrow, heading straight for the old man's table. Fire Demon Hua Yu snorted, his five fingers flashing like lightning as he snatched the white dot, catching it in one swift motion. Upon closer inspection, it was just a crumpled ball of white paper. Even for a demon of unparalleled power like Hua Yu, a chill ran down his spine. He knew there was something fishy about this piece of paper, and a sense of foreboding crept into his heart.

He unfolded the crumpled white paper, on which were written tiny characters: "Flies die and turn to poison, tasteless and colorless. I drink a sip, and it passes through my intestines and dissolves my bones. A hundred years pass in the blink of an

eye. What is there to worry about when a person dies? Only what is gained is joyful." The signature read "Invisible Guest." The four demons and half-old man, Huangfu Song, paled and hurriedly got up and left. The purple-faced, short-bearded giant didn't know why the four demons of Gaoligong Mountain had left so hastily, but he sensed something amiss in their expressions. He sat for a moment, then slowly rose and walked alone downstairs. Below the Yellow Crane Tower, the river flowed weeping, a bright moon hung in the sky, its reflection shimmering on the water. Small boats came and went, their gentle sounds carrying the soft strains of music. The scenery was as beautiful as Xiling and Xuanwu.

The moonlight was clear and bright, and the area around the Yellow Crane Tower—including the Lüzu Pavilion, Zhang Gong Ancestral Hall, and Bao Teng Pavilion—was bustling with tourists. The tomb of Prince Zhaoming stood amidst towering cypress trees, a majestic and imposing structure, deserted by tourists. Suddenly, a figure appeared, swiftly approaching through the swaying shadows of the pines, stopping before the tomb with a slight sigh of relief. This was none other than the burly man with a purple face and short beard from the Yellow Crane Tower. After his exhale, he muttered to himself, "Chief Yuwen has let wolves into the house; they're all demons and monsters, arrogant and domineering, all people I can't stand."

Suddenly, a gust of wind carried a voice to his ear: "If you can't stand them, then don't look. Who told you to listen to others' opinions and use poison?" He shuddered several times, a chill creeping into his heart. He looked around, but there was only a cool breeze and swaying branches; not a single person was in sight. No matter how brave he was, he couldn't help but be suspicious at this moment, thinking, "Could it be that I, Liang Yingchan, have encountered a ghost tonight?"

Liang Yingchan was the most forthright and honest member of the Red Flag Gang, and he had long since grown disgusted with the gang's lawless activities. However, he was deeply indebted to the gang leader, Eight-Armed Vajra Zi Wenlei, and couldn't bear to leave. He felt a strong sense of gratitude and thus remained trapped in the Red Flag Gang, unable to extricate himself. Yet, a shadow had fallen over his heart, and he struggled with his conscience every day, finding it difficult to choose. Just then, a cool breeze swept over him, chilling him to the bone. He shouted, "Who is playing tricks on me, Liang?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard someone reply, "Who is playing tricks? I have been standing behind you for a long time. You are slow-witted and have poor eyesight. Who can you blame?"

Liang Yingchan was shocked and turned around. He saw an old man in green standing less than five feet in front of him, his eyes flashing like lightning, captivating and soul-stealing. Startled, he took a step back and asked sharply, "Who are you? Why are you sneaking around behind me?"

The old man in blue smiled and said, "I thought you were slow-witted, but I saw you at the Yellow Crane Tower just now."

Liang Yingchan immediately realized that this old man was the same pedantic scholar who had been shouting and making a scene. The old man paused and continued, "Never mind that for now. I see you are a man of honor. You are already unknown to others, living under someone else's roof. Yet you have betrayed your conscience and done things like poisoning people, which are utterly inhumane. Don't you feel guilty and uneasy?"

Liang Yingchan was silent for a long time, sighed inwardly, and slowly said, "There are many people in the martial world who would risk their lives for their friends. I am not the only one. Moreover, Chief Yuwen has been kind to me. How can I betray a friend in times of danger? I am very grateful for your wise words, but we are not on the same page. Please take your leave." He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, and with a slight step, he prepared to run away.

Unexpectedly, after Liang Yingchan stepped aside, the figure before him blurred, and the old man in green blocked his way again.

Liang Yingchan angrily said, "Old hero, you're being too unreasonable! Forgive my impetuousness!" He unleashed a fierce barrage of palms, the air whistling with unparalleled power. The old man in green neither dodged nor evaded; his hands flew out like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, Liang Yingchan's wrists were gripped. Liang Yingchan was startled and struggled desperately. But instead of struggling, he felt his blood rush to his head, and his arms instantly became numb and powerless. The old man sneered, "I never imagined you would be so stubborn, possessing such martial arts skills only to use them for evil. Aren't you afraid of bringing shame upon your ancestors and descendants? I'm sure you won't listen to me. Now, I'll strike three of your acupoints, crippling all your martial arts. Quickly return to the Red Flag Gang and tell the Two Poisons of Minshan that I'm an old friend of theirs, and ask them to meet you near the Yellow Crane Tower within three days."

Liang Yingchan was terrified. He valued martial arts as his life, and hurriedly shouted... "Old hero, please don't be so heartless. I've been troubled by this every day, but I just can't think of a good solution."

The old man smiled and said, "If I don't strike your acupoints, you won't be able to convince Yuwen Lei when you return." He paused, then continued, "How about this? I'll strike your ordinary acupoints to temporarily disable your martial arts. You should quickly return to the main altar and deliver a message to the Two Poisons of Minshan. Be careful not to let anyone know." As he spoke, he flipped his right hand and swiftly struck the "Qimen" acupoint with two fingers.

Liang Yingchan felt his blood and qi stagnate throughout his body, his breath rising and falling. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and fear appeared in his eyes. Seeing this, the old man smiled and said, "No need to think about it. Just get to the main altar within twelve hours, and you won't lose your life. Go ahead."

Liang Yingchan said with great difficulty, "How should I address you, old hero? I'll be able to pass on a message to the Two Poisons of Minshan."

The old man pondered for a moment before saying, "Just say you're an old friend from Mangshan, and they'll know." Liang Yingchan nodded and hurried out, his body weary.

After watching Liang Yingchan's figure disappear, the old man lowered his eyes and pondered, "Although the Two Poisons of Minshan have a reputation for being wicked and have eccentric personalities, they cherish their reputation and never kill anyone indiscriminately. Why were they recruited by Yuwen Lei to do such an inhumane thing?" He pondered this repeatedly in his mind, then thought again, "I'm afraid they didn't do it willingly. There must be something fishy going on. Let's wait until they arrive before we talk about it." Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard shouts and hurried footsteps. One of the voices sounded very familiar, so he looked in the direction of the sound.

Under the moonlight, seven figures flew swiftly towards him. He dodged behind a cypress tree, observing who the newcomers were. The seven figures stopped before the pass. Upon closer inspection, he saw that they were seven Taoists. One of them was the same seven Wudang Taoists he had met at the Qingfeng Restaurant in Yanjing. The other one, who spoke fluently, was the Pine and Cypress Taoist. He couldn't help but wonder, "What are they doing here if they're not in Wudang? I didn't see the Seven Daoists when I was in Wudang. Could they be traveling and haven't returned yet, unaware of the devastation that has befallen the mountains?"

He then heard the Pine and Cypress Daoist say in a deep voice, "We seven went to Shaolin, and the Carefree Guest led the Three Demons of the Northern Underworld and the disciples of Qionglai to attack the mountains… Junior Brother Lanxing didn't even send us a message. Most of the seventy-two Daoist temples have been destroyed. How can such a stubborn and self-willed person be a sect leader?"
Another Daoist said, "Senior Brother, calm your anger. Junior Brother Lanxing has three senior uncles supporting him. Empty words are useless. Anyway, we also covet the position of sect leader. Our best course of action now is…" "But should we join forces with the Beggars' Sect, or head straight to the Red Flag headquarters to fight the Three Demons of the Northern Underworld and the Carefree Swordsman?" Pine

and Cypress Daoist shook his head and said, "The Three Demons of the Northern Underworld and the Carefree Swordsman are highly skilled; the seven of us are no match for them. The Red Flag headquarters has captured most of the evil forces in the world; how can they sit idly by and watch us seek revenge? In two days, our three senior uncles will also arrive here; we'll make plans then." Suddenly,

a Daoist said, "Fellow Daoist Ye Shaoqing of Qingcheng arranged to meet here; why hasn't he arrived yet?"

Abruptly, a sinister laugh came from behind the tomb, saying, "Ye Shaoqing is already here; you can catch him." A huge shadow was flung out from behind the tomb.

Upon hearing this, the seven Wudang Taoists knew that Ye Shaoqing had been murdered. Songbai Taoist leaped forward and caught Ye Shaoqing. The other six Taoists were about to leap away when suddenly a long, eerie laugh rang out. From behind the tomb, a figure flew out with the speed of a released bowstring, arriving in the blink of an eye. The figure landed lightly, and the Wudang Taoists, seeing its appearance, were so startled that they took a step back.

The newcomer resembled a zombie, emaciated and as tall as a bamboo shoot, with disheveled hair and wide-open eyes that emitted a chilling green light. Seeing this strange figure in the cold, moonlit tomb was particularly terrifying, sending shivers down their spines.

The Pine and Cypress Daoist shouted, "Who are you? Fellow Daoist Ye has no grudge against you, how dare you lay a hand on me like this?"

The strange man's eyes flashed with green light, and he answered in a sinister tone, "I am Jiao Wu, the Soul-Hooking Demon of the Three Demons of the Northern Underworld. Ye Shaoqing has no grudge against me, but because he insulted me for no reason, I struck him with a Frost Fist. I didn't expect him to be unable to withstand even a single blow."

Upon hearing that this monster was a disciple of the Three Demons of the Northern Underworld, the Pine and Cypress Daoist was taken aback and asked, "Where did Daoist Ye meet you, Your Excellency?"

Jiao Wu, the Soul-Hooking Demon, glanced at him coldly and slowly said, "Right here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man in green robes who had been hiding behind him... Jin was greatly surprised, thinking to himself, "He must have heard about me and Liang Yingchan. If this man isn't eliminated, there will be endless trouble. Why didn't he show himself then? Could it be that he's gone after Liang Yingchan again?"

Suddenly, Songbai Daoren shouted, "When the Three Demons of Beiming slaughtered Wudang, did you personally participate?"

Jiao Wu laughed loudly, "That's right, I also participated personally. If it weren't for Yuwen Lei's urgent summons, Wudang would have already wiped you out. How could we allow you to escape?" The seven Wudang Daoists were furious. Their long swords immediately flashed behind them. The seven Daoists moved in a zigzag pattern, forming a Bagua formation, except for the Life Gate. They held their swords horizontally to their chests, ready to strike.

Goupo Shenmo Jiao Wu smirked and said coldly, "If you want to die, then hurry up and die." His eyes were half-closed, completely unguarded.

Songbai Daoren launched his first attack with "Parting Flowers and Willows," a cold light rushing towards Jiao Wu's "Xinmen" and "Fujie" acupoints. The other six swords unleashed their attacks, each with its own unique style, yet all exceptionally fierce. They transformed into hundreds of sword lights, simultaneously striking Jiao Wu's vital points, accompanied by hissing sword energy. The sword formation was tightly sealed, and the gap in the gate of life was now protected.

When the sword lights were a foot away from him, Jiao Wu suddenly swung his palms apart, unleashing a burst of chilling energy that made the seven longswords tremble. He then soared into the sky, proclaiming in mid-air, "I'll reward you with nine 'Five Poisons Fireballs' to try!" "

The seven figures suddenly split into seven, and looking up, they saw the Soul-Hooking Demon Jiao Wu spinning in the air, then launching several phosphorus bullets with his palms, which flew like meteors, hurtling towards them with lightning speed. When these phosphorus bullets were about ten feet above the seven figures' heads, they collided with each other, producing a loud bang, and with a whoosh, a raging fire covering an area of tens of feet in diameter descended, still carrying the pungent smell of poison that made people dizzy.

Suddenly, a loud shout was heard: "You monster, how dare you commit such a great atrocity!"

A figure darted out from behind the cypress tree like lightning, thrusting out both palms in mid-air. A gale arose, and the flames generated by the "Five Poisons Scattering Fire Bullets" were immediately forced out, pressing down on the Soul-Hooking Demon Jiao Wu's falling figure. Jiao Wu did not expect such an unexpected turn of events. Seeing the earth-shattering flames pressing down on him, he was almost flustered. He flipped over and unleashed "Frosty True Qi" with both palms to push it away.

The opposing forces of nature are mutually exclusive; the Frost True Qi is the nemesis of the Five Poisons Fireball. Upon encountering it, the flames hissed, and the red light weakened. But the old man in green stood still, then unleashed his palms, forcefully suppressing the flames. The Soul-Hooking Demon Jiao Wu felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his palms, as if his chest had been struck by a boulder. The flames surged towards

him, and he let out a strange cry, leaping backward. But the flames were faster than him; the moment he leaped, they engulfed him, causing him to scream and tumble to the ground. In the blink of an eye, Jiao Wu had rolled more than ten feet away, yet the flames did not extinguish but instead grew stronger. Jiao Wu let out a heart-wrenching, shrill scream, growing weaker and weaker until his rolling ceased. The flames suddenly died down, leaving Jiao Wu a piece of charcoal, wisps of smoke still rising from his chest and abdomen, eliciting nausea and a foul stench that assaulted the nostrils.

Seeing this, the old man in blue sighed inwardly, "Those who use magic will ultimately perish; harming others will ultimately harm themselves. I didn't want to hurt him, but fearing it would ignite a prairie fire, I had no choice." Turning to look, he was astonished.

He saw the seven Wudang Daoists sitting cross-legged on the ground, eyes closed, practicing the Xuanmen breathing exercises. Under the moonlight, they appeared exceptionally pale. Each of their robes had five or seven small holes, clearly from sparks from the fire that had ignited them. The fireball contained five poisons, which the seven Daoists had inhaled because they hadn't held their breath in time. Therefore, they were using their exercises to expel the poison.

The old man in blue felt a surge of emotion, realizing that in the martial world, grudges and unresolved conflicts often stemmed from a single thought of greed or anger. His gaze fell upon the clear, white Yangtze River, flowing eastward, and a sense of life, like the river flowing eastward, never to return, and the fleeting years, added to his boundless loneliness and melancholy…

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