Ten Years of Lone Sword and Vast Sea Alliance [Complete] - Chapter 28 (End)

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Repentance Reduces Past Sins, Ten Thousand Merits are Earnestly Encouraged, Remedial Buddhist Practices, Buddha's Disfigurement, Unbearable Hatred, Deep-seated Protective Love, Misguided Listening , Loss of the Sect

Leader, Supreme Commander Mingliang witnessed Wei Xun's death and silently recited a Buddhist chant. He turned to look at Master Wuliang and Xie Yunyue. He saw Master Wuliang leaning against the wall, practicing his internal energy, but his face was ashen, clearly his true energy was almost exhausted. Even with elixirs, he would not be able to move normally for several years. Master Mingliang's eyesight was sharp, and his medical skills were divine; he could tell at a glance. However, Xie Yunyue was still lying on the ground, the blood from the corner of his mouth had congealed into purple lumps, showing no sign of movement.

Master Mingliang knew that Xie Yunyue was blessed with great fortune and was not destined to die young, but he believed Wei Xun's words that Xie Yunyue was also beyond saving. He was deeply saddened and couldn't help but chant the Heavenly Dragon Chant as he slowly walked towards Xie Yunyue. The bond between master and disciple was as deep as that between father and son, born of their very nature. He walked forward step by step, his eyes welling with tears.

Xie Yunyue, seeing Master Mingliang approach, suddenly opened his eyes, a forced smile appearing on his face. Master Mingliang was startled, for he noticed the anxiety and unease in Xie Yunyue's gaze, as if he were being prevented from proceeding. He couldn't help but stop, inwardly puzzled and suspicious, while continuing to chant the Heavenly Dragon Chant. Suddenly, the Venerable Wuliang uttered a weak voice, "Mingliang, there's no need to chant anymore. This old monk's sins are heavy, and I know I cannot attain enlightenment and bliss, so there's no need for any rituals to cleanse my sins. It

's just that your disciple... sigh..." His gaze lingered on Xie Yunyue's face for a long time, and a look of surprise suddenly flashed in his lifeless eyes. He asked, "Mingliang, did you notice? Your disciple's complexion has turned rosy now. He's clearly healing himself. His internal injuries are undoubtedly more severe than mine, but where did he get such profound skill? I don't believe you can teach a disciple more skilled than you?"

Master Mingliang stared intently and examined him carefully. Sure enough, as the Venerable Wuliang had said, Xie Yunyue's face had regained a blush. He felt relieved, but also couldn't help but be surprised. But then Master Wuliang sighed, "It seems that the future of the Northern Tianshan lineage belongs to this young man. Only now do I realize that destiny is predetermined, and there is no room for delay."

Master Mingliang noticed that Master Wuliang's voice was growing weaker and weaker, and hurriedly said, "Uncle-Master, it is not advisable to speak too much at this time. I still have several Longevity Pills in my bosom. Quickly take them and circulate your energy to regulate your breathing, and you will surely recover."

A bitter smile suddenly appeared on Master Wuliang's pale and lifeless face, and he said, "It is said that medicine cannot cure all diseases, and Buddha saves those with affinity. I know that your medical skills are divine, comparable to Hua Tuo and Bian Que. But I also know my own limitations. When I clashed with Wei Xun, my true energy was already exhausted. Now I am on my last legs. Even with the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill, I cannot save my life. Why waste the Longevity Pills?" Master Mingliang flashed forward, took Master Wuliang's right arm, and frowned when he felt his pulse.

Suddenly, Xie Yunyue sprang to his feet, his face radiant with joy, and laughed, "Master, there's no need to worry about Grandmaster Uncle. Let me do it; perhaps I can bring him out of danger."

Master Mingliang, seeing him healed on his own, was overjoyed and asked, "Can you really bring Grandmaster Uncle out of danger?"

Before Xie Yunyue could speak, the Venerable Wuliang gave a bitter smile and said, "This old monk is over a hundred years old, burdened with countless sins. What is the point of this life? Yunyue, you don't need to trouble yourself for this old monk." "May your heart be filled with good deeds and blessings, so that your sins may be lessened in the afterlife." He then sighed softly, "What is the point of fighting on a snail's horn? This life is but a fleeting spark."

His sorrow and lament, though expressed just before his departure from this world, revealed that even the long-dormant innate kindness of a human being, regardless of how wicked they may have been, could not help but show remorse at the end. A bird about to die sings a mournful song; a person about to die speaks kind words. Xie Yunyue said sincerely, "Medicine is a benevolent art, and I cannot stand by and watch someone die."

The Venerable Wuliang was deeply moved. He gazed at Xie Yunyue, a kind smile appearing on his thin, lifeless face. "My true energy is depleted; you may not have the ability to save me. However, I cannot refuse your kindness. But my sins are heavy; you must accumulate 100,000 merits for me. Can you agree?"

Xie Yunyue replied, "My grand-uncle has given the order; how dare I disobey?" The Venerable Wuliang said

, "You must not kill anyone before accumulating 100,000 merits, thus adding to my sins. Now you may heal me."

Outside the cave, the north wind howled, chilling to the bone, but inside, it was warm as spring. Xie Yunyue sat cross-legged behind the Venerable Wuliang, his palms pressed firmly against the Venerable Wuliang's "Mingmen" acupoint, using the "Bodhi Palm Leaf Zen Technique" to heal. Master Mingliang stood by, his eyes gleaming with surprise.

Three days later, Xie Yunyue descended the icy, snow-covered cliffs and headed towards the Erwang Temple in Dujiangyan, Guanxian. Worried about the Emei Sect, Xie Yunyue wished he could fly to the Erwang Temple to see if Ai Fang Shuo Jing Fang had stolen the Emei Sect Leader's token. His anxiety burned like fire, and he traveled day and night, enduring wind and rain. When he arrived in Guanxian, the air was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms; it was the Mid-Autumn Festival.

In the fading sunlight, amidst the towering trees of the Erwang Temple on the right side of Dujiangyan, stood Ai Fang Shuo Jing Fang and the skilled Kunlun Qi Hong, hands clasped behind their backs, seemingly waiting for something. Suddenly, Qi Hong, the skilled craftsman from Kunlun, gleamed with a strange light in his eyes and said, "Teacher Jing, do you see that young hero Xie walking across the bridge?"

Jiao Fangshuo and Jing Fang looked closely and saw a dashing figure walking swiftly across the Anlan Iron Chain Bridge. With a raised white eyebrow, they

exclaimed, "If it's not him, who else could it be?" Xie Yunyue moved with lightning speed, arriving in front of the Erwang Temple in a moment. He caught sight of Jing Fang and Qi Hong and asked, "Uncle Jing, Hero Qi, how did the trip to Emei go?"

Jiao Fangshuo and Jing Fang blinked and smiled, "Nephew, haste makes waste. As the saying goes, urgent matters should be handled slowly, and small streams should be gathered in quick succession. Things will fall into place naturally. Nephew, you must be tired from the journey. Let's go inside and talk." With a heart full of trepidation, Xie Yunyue entered the Erwang Temple.

Once seated, Qi Hong noticed Xie Yunyue holding a teacup, his eyes flashing with melancholy and unease. He then smiled and said, "Young hero, Qi and Master Jing have successfully completed our mission, stealing the Emei Sect Leader's token. The four ladies, Zhao, Zhou, Gu, and Fu, have already left Emei, to avoid arousing suspicion from the Golden Summit Abbots that they stole it. Therefore, we waited until they left before making our move."
He then handed Xie Yunyue a pair of leather pouches, adding, "These contain the Emei Sect Leader's token. Young hero, you must keep them safe. The two ladies, Jiang and Luo, are still awaiting punishment at Emei. The Golden Summit Abbots have set August 18th for the Enforcement Ceremony; there are still three days until you can arrive. The Golden Summit Abbots seem unaware of the token's theft, but Abbess Manyin is aware of it. It would be best if you..." He lowered his voice and whispered for a while. Xie Yunyue nodded repeatedly, his expression gradually brightening.

The short, squinting man, waited for Qi Hong to finish speaking before suddenly opening his eyes, stroking his beard and chuckling, "Teacher Qi, I'd rather let him worry for a while. Why rush to say it? It's like the sun is rising in the east and raining in the west, sometimes sunny, sometimes cloudy. Others are gentle and compliant, but he puts on airs, not only is his heart as hard as iron, but he also runs away at the last minute."

Xie Yunyue blushed, awkwardly laughing, "Uncle's reprimand of his nephew is justified, why... " "Are you beating around the bush, Master, thinking my nephew is unworthy of any further development?" Jing Fang laughed loudly,

"Even if you were to become a peerless genius in the martial arts world, imagine that even your esteemed elder would have to speak indirectly, not daring to directly challenge your abilities." Xie Yunyue blushed and stammered, "If you continue, Master, I will be utterly ashamed." Qi Hong immediately interjected, "Please come to the inner chamber, I will prepare wine to welcome Young Hero Xie." Jing Fang then dropped the matter, and the three entered the inner chamber. The next morning, Xie Yunyue went to Mount Emei alone, bidding farewell to Jing Fang and Qi Hong, his robes fluttering as he departed. Of the six mountains of Western Shu, Mount Emei is the most prestigious, followed by Qingcheng, then Jinping, Chijia, Baiyan, Jianmen Pass, and Wushan. The two mountains facing each other form Emei, named for their resemblance to the mountain. According to historical records, it is called Yamen Mountain. Its ridge extends from the Min Mountains, rising abruptly to form the three peaks of Da'e, Zhong'e, and Xiao'e, which are connected and thus also known as the Three Emei Mountains. Da'e Mountain is riddled with caves and secluded valleys; climbing halfway up requires traversing eighty-four bends along a sixty-mile-long, thread-like mountain path before reaching the summit. The mountain contains one hundred and twelve stone niches, twelve large caves, and twenty-eight small caves, most notably those associated with Fuxi, Nuwa, and Guigu. There is also a Thunder Cave, which is said to be the abode of the Thunder God, where clouds and rain frequently emerge. Emei is covered in lush forests, its peaks and valleys vying for prominence, especially renowned for its ten scenic spots, truly deserving of its fame.

The Golden Summit, one of the highest peaks of Mount Emei, though slightly lower than the Ten Thousand Buddha Peak by several tens of feet, is still considered by many to be the pinnacle of Emei. Surrounded by snow year-round, it rises to the heavens, its ever-changing peaks a breathtaking spectacle. On the morning of the 18th of August, a bell suddenly rang out from the Golden Summit, piercing through the silvery clouds and echoing through the valleys.

Mount Emei's varying altitudes result in vastly different temperatures and distinct seasons. Below the Golden Summit, yellow leaves flutter in the autumn wind, contrasting beautifully with the verdant pines and cypresses, creating a scene of both beauty and somber atmosphere. Figures hurried along the mountain paths, rushing towards the Reception Hall on the Golden Summit, appearing and disappearing only in the sea of clouds. Sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting a sliver of light that illuminated the towering eaves and glazed tiles of the Reception Hall with a magnificent and dazzling light. However, the people gathered inside wore solemn expressions and sorrowful faces. Abbess Manyin, with her graying temples and black hair, had a sharp glint in her phoenix eyes and a cold expression on her face. Jiang Yaohong and Luo Xiangmei, standing to the side, had pale faces and slightly red eyelashes, clearly having wept.

Jiang Zongyao and Dongfang Yukun stood in another corner of the hall, their expressions also showing extreme unease. Suddenly, a gaunt old monk stepped out from the crowd, approached Abbess Manyin, and smiled with his palms together, saying, "Junior Sister, you must not quarrel with the Sect Leader later, lest things escalate beyond control.

I, your foolish brother, will surely resolve the situation calmly." Abbess Manyin sneered, "If there were any room for maneuver, this morning's events wouldn't have occurred. Senior Brother Baixiang, you needn't worry about me. I have my reasons. My master once said to Senior Brother Jinding, if he doesn't purify his jealous and perverse nature, he will one day reap the consequences of his actions. He has acted perversely, and I'm afraid he will be too ashamed to face anyone soon." Master Baixiang sighed softly, said nothing more, and stepped aside.

At this moment, three more bells rang out from the main hall of Jinding, their echoes lingering. Hearing the sound, the crowd filed out of the Reception Hall and headed towards Jinding. Inside the golden hall sat an old monk with a long face, white eyebrows, and a white beard, his expression solemn as a mountain, his eyes gleaming with a chilling light. Behind him stood Geng Yuxiu, his handsome face now scarred with countless marks, his eyes lowered to the ground, his heart filled with intense emotion.

Eight black-robed monks stood on either side, holding golden staffs, their brows lowered, the execution of punishments undoubtedly in their hands. Third-generation disciples of the Emei Sect filed in, filling the hall to a deathly silence; the atmosphere was exceptionally solemn, even the sound of a silver needle falling to the ground would resound loudly. The Golden-Top Abbot surveyed the crowd before slowly speaking, "This old monk's enforcement of the law this time is not intended to be arbitrary or lenient, but rather to serve as a warning to others, to prevent the emergence of unworthy individuals, and to reverse the decline of our sect." He then looked at Abbess Manyin and said, "Junior Sister Manyin, this old monk is impartial and strives for fairness. Before the enforcement of the law, what else do you have to say?"

Abbess Manyin remained silent for a moment before saying, "Since Senior Brother Sect Leader has asked, I cannot remain silent. Just now, the Sect Leader spoke of reversing the decline of our sect, but I wonder what decline he has in store?"

The Golden-Top Abbot's face turned cold as he said, "Geng Yuxiu disfigured Xie Yunyue, and Xie Yunyue then spoke disrespectfully of this old monk. This is tantamount to our sect ..." "The four enemies—Jiang Yaohong, Luo Xiangmei, Jiang Zongyao, and Dongfang Yukun—have become unusually close to Xie Yunyue, ignoring Geng Yuxiu's affairs and showing disrespect to our sect. The sect's decline rests on these four unworthy individuals. If we don't uphold the sect rules, I fear they will follow suit.

Junior Sister, do you think my handling of this matter is fair?" Master Manyin retorted, "Even if the sect leader makes mistakes, how can the disciples discuss them? Geng Yuxiu's suffering is self-inflicted. Ni Wanlan and the Divine Nun of Yanshan have known Xie Yunyue for years and were mutually attracted. Later, they fell out over a trivial matter, each unwilling to yield. Geng Yuxiu saw an opportunity and, presuming on his affections, relentlessly pursued Ni Wanlan, but Ni Wanlan never..." He could have easily withdrawn by showing him his true colors, but Geng Yuxiu, oblivious to the situation, persisted. In Xinzhuang, Shandong Province, they happened to encounter Xie Yunyue. At that time, Xie Yunyue and Ni Wanlan still had a misunderstanding, and Geng Yuxiu verbally abused Xie Yunyue, calling him frivolous, shameless, and a beast in human clothing. Xie Yunyue, naturally, wouldn't back down and attacked Geng Yuxiu. Geng Yuxiu unexpectedly threw a black caltrop, which Xie Yunyue used to knock him back. Geng Yuxiu, in a moment of self-destruction, was struck in the face by the very caltrop he had thrown. "Sect Leader, where is the fault in this?"

The Golden Summit Master was greatly astonished, but his face remained impassive. He slowly said, "Junior Sister, how do you know so clearly? I didn't hear you say that before..." "Junior Sister said that?"

Master Manyin said, "Sect Leader, there's no need to question how my younger sister knew.

Geng Yuxiu is here. Sect Leader, ask him if what happened back then was true." The Golden Peak Master called out, "Yuxiu, is that true?"

Geng Yuxiu stepped forward, his face deathly pale. He felt ashamed and remorseful, but at this time and place, he couldn't lie. Everyone before him was his senior from the same sect. Moreover, he had no vested interest in Jiang Yaohong, Luo Xiangmei, Jiang Zongyao, or Dongfang Yukun. He only hated Xie Yunyue. He was afraid he had already made a mistake, and he never expected the Golden Peak Master to be so eccentric, asking about the Enforcement Ceremony, making a mountain out of a molehill, which greatly displeased his fellow disciples and elders. He found hundreds of sharp, lightning-like gazes fixed on him, like blades or steel cones. He couldn't help but tremble with fear, beads of sweat forming on his pale face. He lowered his head and remained silent.

Seeing Geng Yuxiu's expression, the Golden Peak Abbot knew the fault lay with Geng Yuqiu. However, he deeply resented that Abbess Manyin hadn't spoken up earlier or later, but instead, she had singled him out at this very moment during the enforcement ceremony. It was clearly a deliberate attempt to ridicule him for the unfair treatment, which damaged the dignity of the sect leader. He glared at Abbess Manyin and sneered, "I know how Junior Sister Manyin feels. It's natural for people to be protective of their children. Jiang Yaohong is your disciple, so of course she'll try every means to exonerate herself. Even if I'm biased, the fault lies with Yuxiu, but why doesn't Xie Yunyue come to confront me?" He then sneered again and said, "To avoid Junior Sister Manyin harboring resentment, I will punish Yuxiu as well."

Suddenly, Master Baixiang stepped out from the crowd, bowed, and said, "Reporting to the sect leader..."

The Golden Peak Abbot raised his white eyebrows, waved his right hand, and said in a deep voice, "My mind is made up. Junior Brother, please don't say anything more." Master Baixiang turned and walked back to his original spot, sighing softly.

Master Manyin coldly said, "Since the sect leader is so stubborn, what can I say? Our sect's law enforcement ceremony hasn't been held for thirty years, but the memory is still fresh. The sect leader should follow the established rules and not arbitrarily change the regulations."

The Golden Peak Abbot, furious, suppressed his anger and said, "Junior Sister's kind reminder is to prevent me from overstepping my bounds. Her words are earnest, and I am deeply grateful." He then raised his voice, "Please bring the law." Two monks standing on the right, holding golden cudgels, quickly entered the hall.
The Golden Peak Abbot then loudly called out, "Please bring the sect leader's token." Two monks on the left rushed in.

A moment later, the two monks who brought the law returned carrying a tray covered with a yellow silk ribbon, slowly emerging. However, the two monks who brought the sect leader's token rushed out of the hall with expressions of panic, bowing and reporting, "The token cannot be found anywhere." This was like a thunderbolt; the Golden Peak Abbot was greatly shocked and stunned, and a commotion arose within the hall.

The abbot of the Golden Summit sighed, glancing coldly at Abbess Manyin. Seeing her indifferent and aloof expression, he knew he had incurred too much enmity and there was probably no turning back. He was filled with worry, but he couldn't recall when the sect leader's token had been stolen. Could it have been Manyin? Did she really dare to commit the heinous crime of betraying her master and ancestors? Would she resort to such a desperate measure to protect her disciple from punishment? If that were the case, it was truly hard to believe.

He sighed slowly and said, "The guardian has a responsibility. The loss of the talisman is my fault. I will apologize and accept responsibility before the spirits of the past masters in a moment. However, the talisman was stolen without cause..."

Suddenly, a loud voice came from the crowd: "According to Article 5 of our sect's code, if the sect leader's talisman is lost by the current sect leader, he shall not exercise the sect leader's authority. The four elders of the Dharma Protector shall act on his behalf. The current sect leader shall recover the lost talisman while awaiting punishment and shall not use excuses to shirk responsibility..."

The Golden Peak Master sighed and said, "Brother Ascetic, there is no need to say any more. I am willing to accept the heavy responsibility. However, I have something left to say. The talisman must have been stolen by a disciple of this mountain. He was indignant that I was enforcing the law, so he resorted to this desperate measure." Although these words were not explicitly stated, he was undoubtedly referring to Abbess Manyin. Hundreds of eyes involuntarily turned to Abbess Manyin's face.

Master Manyin, her face covered in frost, sneered and said, "Stubborn and self-willed, lacking in virtue and magnanimity, how can you be worthy of the position of sect leader? Senior Brother Jinding, there is no need for you to make veiled accusations and slander. If I were to do such a shameful thing, I would immediately commit suicide in the Golden Hall."

Her words were resolute and startling. Upon hearing that the sect leader's message talisman had disappeared, everyone secretly suspected Abbess Manyin of being behind it. Otherwise, how could it be so cleverly orchestrated? However, Abbess Manyin was known for her stern and reserved nature, her composure and self-discipline unwavering for decades. Everyone knew she wouldn't tarnish her reputation for a moment's anger, so they all remained silent. But upon hearing Abbess Manyin's words, they exchanged glances. The man from the Golden Summit looked somber, but his anger surged uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a middle-aged monk in grey robes flew into the Golden Hall, carrying a staff. He stood before the abbot of the Golden Summit and reported, "There is a man from the foot of the mountain who claims to be Uncle-Master Yu Yun of Xie Yunyue. He requests an audience with the sect leader and says he has a token of our sect to return."

The abbot of the Golden Summit's eyes flashed with divine light, and he asked in a deep voice, "Where is Yu Yun now?"

"He is waiting for tea at Jiaoguo Temple."

Before the words were finished, a loud laugh came from outside the hall: "I am Yu Yun, and I have come uninvited. I hope the abbot will not be offended." A middle-aged scholar, relaxed and leisurely, strolled into the hall.

Jiang Yaohong, Luo Xiangmei, Jiang Zongyao, and Dongfang Yukun knew who it was, and a knowing smile appeared on their faces. The abbot of the Golden Summit clasped his hands in a bow and said, "This old monk was unaware of Benefactor Yu's arrival from afar and did not come out to greet you. Please forgive me." As he clasped his hands, he secretly released a burst of true energy.

Yu Yun smiled and clasped his hands in reply, "I dare not. I am honored to be here to witness your esteemed sect's grand ceremony. Please allow me

to observe from the sidelines." The Golden Peak Master felt his true energy being neutralized, and was greatly alarmed. Upon hearing this, his face flushed red, and he said, "The ceremony has already concluded. I just heard from the third-generation disciple, Mo Wu, that Benefactor Yu has returned a token of our sect, but I do not know what it is."

Yu Yun feigned disappointment and let out a long "Oh," saying, "In that case, I have no chance to witness it. As for the token, let's discuss it later. I just wonder why Your Excellency urgently requested my nephew, Xie Yunyue, to climb the mountain to apologize?"

The Golden Peak Master's long-suppressed anger burst forth, and he said in a deep voice, "Why didn't your nephew come? Debts have their debtors, and grievances have their sources. Benefactor Yu's visit here seems somewhat like bullying and taking advantage of others."

Yu Yun laughed loudly, "Your Excellency, so highly respected in the martial arts world and the head of a sect, yet you utter such childish words. I have come here only to settle this matter and apologize. Fortunately, I lacked your manners; if it were my nephew who had come, Your Excellency would have been humiliated." The

Golden Peak Master blushed deeply, his beard and eyebrows furrowed with emotion, and he said in a deep voice, "From what you have said, your nephew's martial arts are enough to make him stand out in the martial arts world, and he considers our sect utterly insignificant. Then why didn't your nephew come?" "Although I am over eighty years old, my knowledge is limited, like a frog in a well..."

Yu Yun frowned, then smiled and said, "Your Excellency, there is no need to provoke me. I am not here to insult your sect, but my nephew Geng Yuxiu is exceptionally talented, and his achievements are incomparable to mine. He is young and impetuous, and I fear that in a moment of passion, he might cause a bloody catastrophe. Therefore, I have taken the liberty of coming to pay my respects on his behalf. Furthermore, I am here to explain that I am truly in the wrong, and I urge Your Excellency not to act rashly over such a trivial matter."

Anger surged in the eyes of the Golden Peak Abbot, and he sneered. Just as he was about to speak, Abbess Manyin spoke up, "Please wait a moment, Benefactor Yu." Then she turned to the Golden Peak Abbot and said, "I do not wish to be involved in this dispute and wish to withdraw from the hall. Fellow disciples who share my feelings should also refrain from this action. Please entrust the position of sect leader to the four senior brothers, Bai Xiang, Zi Zhu, and Zhan Ru, who are practicing diligently."
The Golden Peak Abbot sighed, "How could I, an old monk, bear to shake the foundation of our sect because of my own anger? I will take full responsibility for everything, as my junior sister said." He then loudly proclaimed, "Please let the four of you act as sect leader. I, in my guilt, vow to retrieve the token." Immediately ,

four elderly monks with flowing silver beards and solemn expressions stepped forward from the crowd and bowed to the Golden Peak Abbot, saying, "Please forgive our presumption." The Golden Peak

Abbot stepped aside, and the four elders stood together. The second one on the left put his palms together and said, "This old monk, Zizhu, has a question for Benefactor Yu."

Yu Yun smiled and said, "Master, please speak freely, and I will tell you the truth."

Master Zizhu said, "Benefactor, you mentioned earlier that you returned a token of our sect to Senior Brother Golden Peak. I wonder if it is the sect leader's token?"

Yu Yun smiled and said, "I wouldn't dare. It was your sect leader's talisman. The other night, when the Golden Peak Abbot was chanting sutras and praying to Buddha, I took it from behind him." The

Fourth Elder and the Golden Peak Abbot's expressions changed slightly, especially the Golden Peak Abbot, who was more distressed than if he had been killed. As the sect leader, he hadn't even noticed the intruder sneaking into his room, which showed the intruder's high level of skill. His mind was greatly shaken. Master Zizhu then asked, "Did you steal the talisman with a purpose?"

Yu Yun said, "Master, you know perfectly well, why ask?"

Master Zizhu chanted a Buddhist prayer and said, "Forgive this old monk for being so talkative, but if the talisman is returned to Senior Brother Golden Peak, he will immediately return to the position of sect leader, and there will be no need for the four of us to take over."

Yu Yun pondered for a moment and said, "Then it depends on how skilled the Golden Peak Abbot is. Can he take it back from me?"

"Amitabha." Master Zizhu sighed and said, "If Senior Brother Jinding is not victorious, then the return of our sect's talisman will be indefinite."

Yu Yun smiled and said, "Master, rest assured, when I leave the mountain, I will hand it over to the four masters."

Master Zizhu said, "Benefactor, you trust people, I hope your words will be true." "Having said this, they clasped their hands together and waved their hands, then with a flick of their grease, the four old monks left the Golden Hall together, followed by the heroes of Emei.

After Yu Yun appeared in the Golden Hall, Jiang Yaohong and Luo Xiangmei both realized that he was Xie Yunyue in disguise, and they were filled with mixed feelings of worry and joy, their haggard faces showing concern. Dongfang Yukun and Jiang Zongyao also realized that he was Xie Yunyue in disguise, and they exchanged glances as they left the Golden Hall with the two women. In the blink of an eye, the Golden Hall was mostly empty, leaving only a dozen or so people, who were quietly watching Yu Yun.

Suddenly, Yu Yun laughed loudly, pointed his halberd at Geng Yuxiu's face, and said in a deep voice: "You are the culprit of today's events. The reason Xie Yunyue spared your life that day was because you were not a demon or a villain, and that you were forgivable. Unexpectedly, not only did you not repent, but you also dared to use your silver tongue to stir up trouble. What face do you have to remain in this Golden Hall?" Geng Yuxiu sneered, but the Golden Peak Master waved his hand to stop him and said, "

Yuxiu, there is no need to say more. Benefactor Yu, it is my fault for being ignorant and biased. However, you and your nephew are too arrogant. I am determined to use my own strength to verify with you and take back the token. However, please grant me the time tonight and allow me to explain some trivial matters. I wonder if you can agree to that?" Yu Yun smiled slightly and gracefully left the hall.

The August autumn wind had already chilled the summit of Mount Emei to the bone. Thousands of maple leaves, their crimson hues like brocade, contrasted beautifully with the verdant trees of the snow-covered, frost-covered peaks. Yu Yun's robes fluttered as he strolled leisurely, casually observing the mountain scenery. When he reached a steep stone path, he suddenly heard the sound of wind whistling

through the air. Just as he was wondering what was happening, he felt a powerful gust of wind pressing down on him, causing him to grunt inwardly. His body blurred, and he was sent flying several dozen feet. He heard the sound of a palm strike hitting the rocks behind him, followed by a soft groan. Without turning back, Yu Yun continued walking calmly. He could faintly hear the sound of wind whistling behind him, knowing that this person was relentlessly pursuing him. He sneered inwardly and deliberately slowed his pace. Then, a cold laugh came from behind him amidst the rushing wind: "Yu Yun, you stop right there!" Yu

Yun turned and saw a middle-aged man dressed in layman's attire, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a bushy beard. His eyes were filled with anger, so he coldly said, "Are you also a disciple of Emei? Today, this is only a matter between me, Yu, and the Golden Summit Master. You don't need to use this as an excuse to provoke us."

The man laughed wildly, "Yu Yun, your arrogance is useless. Do you think you'll leave Emei alive tonight?"

Yu Yun raised an eyebrow and sneered, "That's not necessarily true. Did you come here on the orders of the Golden Summit Master?" Before he finished speaking, the man suddenly lunged forward, his right hand swiftly and fiercely slashing diagonally towards Yu Yun's "Jianjing" acupoint, while his left hand, with lightning speed, flew towards Yu Yun's right rib. It was obvious that the man's aim was the talisman in Yu Yun's pocket. The reason he did this was because he couldn't bear to see the Golden Summit Master's reputation ruined.

Yu Yun understood perfectly. He stepped aside to avoid the man's powerful right palm, and with his two right fingers like scissors, he used the "Mysterious Bird Slicing Sand" technique to slash at the man's left wrist, creating a sharp whistling sound. He laughed and said, "Why must Your Excellency resort to such a desperate measure? I am ready to act. Please return."

The man felt that Yu Yun's "Mysterious Bird Drawing Sand" technique was incredibly strange and his internal strength was astonishing. Before the finger even arrived, the force of the finger had already cut his skin. He quickly withdrew his right hand. Yu Yun suddenly flipped his wrist, changing his finger into a palm, and swiftly thrust it forward, displaying the "Maitreya Divine Skill" pushing technique. The man felt a jolt in his chest, and involuntarily flipped backward, floating away as lightly as a falling leaf. He landed unharmed, turned his head, and saw that Yu Yun had already walked more than ten feet away. He was stunned, shook his head, and disappeared into the woods to the side.

Yu Yun was unfamiliar with the terrain, so he followed the path down the mountain. He occasionally encountered disciples of the Emei Sect, but they were solemn and indifferent, ignoring him. He couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, knowing that his actions were a great insult to Emei. No wonder they were like that, but when he thought of the Golden Summit Master's conspiracy with the people who had beaten his father Xie Wen years ago, he felt that today's humiliation was justified.

At that moment, a thought suddenly occurred to him. He saw a young monk approaching, who flashed past him, blocking his path. The monk smiled and asked, "Excuse me, where is the place where Abbess Manyin practices her quiet meditation?"

The young monk hesitated for a moment, then said loudly, "Go due south to the side of Da'e Temple. The Divine Water Pavilion is there." With that, a crane soared into the sky, passing over Yu Yun's head, and landed as if flying away.

Yu Yun turned due south. He flew through the forest, brushing aside the leaves, like lightning, and soon arrived at Da'e Temple. There, under a towering camphor tree with a dense canopy, stood Jiang Yaohong, her bright eyes and white teeth gleaming, gazing thoughtfully at the sky. She seemed startled by Yu Yun's footsteps, and upon seeing him approach, she was startled. A look of resentment welled up in her eyes, and tears welled in her eyes.

Yu Yun knew that Jiang Yaohong had already realized who he was. He darted down in front of her and whispered, "Hongmei, this is not proper. It may arouse suspicion from your teachers and fellow disciples. Where is your master? Please lead me to see him."

Jiang Yaohong smiled sadly and said, "My master has been in the meditation hall for morning prayers since returning from the Golden Summit. He has not yet finished. I will try to go in and inform him. Please wait outside the pavilion and do not stray far." After saying this, she turned and walked into the Divine Water Pavilion.

After watching Jiang Yaohong's graceful figure disappear, Yu Yun couldn't help but sigh inwardly. A year of wandering the martial world, filled with grudges, love, and hate, had left him feeling utterly exhausted. He murmured to himself, "To abandon the martial world is easier said than done. Hatred piles up like mountains, resentment runs deep like the sea, all caused by human actions. Greed, anger, love, and hate are everywhere. In this vast world, where is there even a sliver of peace?" He faintly heard the sounds of wooden fish drums and Buddhist chants drifting from the Da'e Temple, instantly giving rise to a desire to escape the world. Looking around, he saw magnificent peaks and misty clouds, and murmured, "Fortunate to have accompanied you on this journey to the famous mountains, I will sleep peacefully in this ravine, unknown to the world..."

The scenery of Mount Emei is unparalleled in the world, known as the Lingxu Cave Heaven and the Bodhimanda of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva. It is one of the most important Buddhist sites in China, with countless scenic spots and historical sites, rare birds and animals, and exotic trees and flowers. He stood before the Shenshui Pavilion, his gaze fixed on the massive rocks in front of it. One rock bore the inscription "Da E Stone" by Lü Chunyang, while another bore the calligraphy "Fu Shou" by Chen Bo and "Yun Shui Liu Chun" by Su Dongpo, both in bold, dynamic strokes, exuding grandeur.

Lost in his admiration, he suddenly heard very faint footsteps behind him, followed by a clear voice: "Brother Yun, how have you been?" He slowly turned away and saw Dongfang Yukun standing about six or seven zhang away, his white robes fluttering, a smile on his face, but his eyes seemed to hold a hidden worry.

Yu Yun smiled faintly and said, "Young Master Dongfang, aren't you going to avoid suspicion?"

Dongfang Yukun strode over and stood beside Yu Yun, whispering, "Brother Yun, this move is very painstaking and truly out of necessity. Most of our sect's masters are well aware of this. If it weren't for this, Grand Master Jinding would definitely have acted unilaterally, causing a split in our sect. However, Brother Yun would also become the target of everyone's criticism. Because this move damages our sect's reputation and is a matter of face, Brother Yun will inevitably be intercepted when he leaves the mountain. I hope Brother Yun will show some mercy and stop here."

Yu Yun nodded and said, "Of course."
Dongfang Yukun continued, "However, does Brother Yun know why Grand Master Jinding changed the date of the certification to tonight?"

Yu Yun was taken aback and turned his head, saying, "I didn't know that?"

Dongfang Yukun sighed slightly and said, "Our sect has an elder who lives in seclusion at Thousand Buddha Peak, whose martial arts attainments are profound." "Peerless, the only genius of Emei in the last three hundred years. However, due to his violent and eccentric nature, he made too many enemies, causing much trouble for Emei. Therefore, the previous two leaders of our sect confined him to Emei, establishing the Wanshou Temple on Thousand Buddha Peak as his place of seclusion. This old man has resided there ever since. Not only have I had no chance to visit him, but even my elders have never seen him. Only my senior master, the Golden Peak Master, as the sect leader, visits Thousand Buddha Peak twice a month. I fear that my senior master might be trying to sow discord between him and Brother Yun."

Yu Yun smiled calmly and said, "I appreciate your concern."

Dongfang Yukun said solemnly, "Brother Yun, you are a master of your time, with superb martial arts, but you must beware of assassination attempts. Today, we are on opposing sides. Many eyes are watching you from all sides. I apologize that I cannot assist you; I must take my leave for now." He gave a slight bow, turned, and leaped upwards.

Suddenly, a white figure shot out from Shenshui Pavilion. Jiang Yaohong landed gracefully in front of Yu Yun, smiling sweetly, "My master invites you. Little sister will lead the way. Brother Yun, will you come with me?"

Not long after the two entered Shenshui Pavilion, four figures flashed out from the pine forest of Da'e Temple, about a hundred feet away. They appeared as a monk and a layman. The three monks were all over fifty years old, tall and burly, each holding a heavy black monk's staff. The layman, dressed in the same clothes, was also around fifty years old, with a pair of Buddhist canes tucked under his shoulder. His eyes were bright and his demeanor imposing.

The old man in layman's clothes glanced at Shenshui Pavilion and sneered, "No matter what, Yu Yun's actions are far too insulting to our sect and utterly disrespectful to Emei. Hmph, even if Yu Yun has three heads and six arms, he can hardly withstand the power of the four of us. Add to that the three mastiffs, whose strength is immense, and it won't be difficult to capture them alive."

Yi Zeng said, "This is not a good place to fight. If Master Manyin shows up to stop us, we will be in a dilemma. Since Yu Yun dared to come alone, his martial arts must be extraordinary. Junior Brother Ping, you must not be too careless."

The old man in layman's clothes pondered for a moment and nodded, "The area outside the pine forest is a necessary passage. Let's go and wait."

The three monks and one layman turned and walked away. Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from the dense pine needles and branches. Three mastiffs, each over ten feet tall, fell down like bullets. They had yellow fur, red eyes, and fangs. They walked upright, like giants, with extremely ferocious expressions. Three mastiffs moved with lightning speed, chasing after the three monks and one layman, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The sun shone brightly, and the pines rustled in the forest. Three figures darted out from the Divine Water Pavilion; a pair of petite figures darted down the mountain, while the third, Yu Yun, strolled leisurely into a pine forest in front of the Great Emei Temple. Yu Yun stepped out of the forest, then suddenly froze, for he saw three monks and two laymen standing outside, seemingly heading straight for him. The old man in plain clothes suddenly stepped forward and said, "Is the newcomer Master Yu? I am Ping Jianhao. It is an honor to have the chance to see your esteemed presence. What do you think?"

Yu Yun smiled slightly and said, "Master Ping, a man of principle does not do things in secret. You must have been waiting for me outside the forest for quite some time. Please speak frankly."

Ping Jianhao laughed loudly, "Master Yu is indeed a man of few words. I have an unsolicited request: I hope you will return the sect leader's token so that our sect's reputation can be preserved. I will forever remember your kindness."

Yu Yun was taken aback. He had not expected Ping Jianhao to make such a request. He felt greatly troubled. He was now in a predicament. He knew that if he returned the token, the Golden Summit Abbot would immediately regain his position as sect leader. He himself would be fine, but Jiang Yaohong and the others would surely become the leader of Emei. "Traitor," Yu Yun shook his head and laughed, "This morning I promised Master Zizhu that I would return the position of the Fourth Elder, so I cannot comply. Please forgive me, Master Ping."

Ping Jianhao's expression suddenly turned extremely sinister, and he said in a deep voice, "Master Yu, are you so confident that you can defeat the Sect Leader?"

Yu Yun replied arrogantly, "The outcome is uncertain. If I am not victorious, I will immediately return the talisman to the Golden Summit Master. Otherwise, if the Golden Summit Master is unfortunately defeated, Master Ping, do you think your skill is superior to that of the Golden Summit Master?"

Ping Jianhao sneered, crossed his hands and pulled them upwards, and a pair of Buddha's Hand canes were already in his hands. He shouted sharply, "Since words are useless, I am willing to use the pair of Buddha's Hand canes in my hand to experience Master Yu's superb martial arts."

The Buddha's Hand Cudgel swayed slightly, already unleashing a thousand shadows, then suddenly shot out, carrying a powerful gust of wind as it hurtled towards Yu Yun like a mountain. Ping Jianhao was cunning and experienced; his attack was unpredictable from the start. Halfway through the move, he suddenly changed his stance to "pointing to the sky and drawing lines on the ground," attacking Yu Yun's upper and lower body with both crutches. Yu Yun did not want to cause trouble and make enemies. As the crutch wind was about to close in, he moved his toes, using the force of the approaching wind to dodge to the side. Before he even landed, he felt a sudden gust of wind, heavy as a mountain, pressing down on his shoulder. He heard a loud shout: "Benefactor Yu, this humble monk has offended you."

Yu Yun's martial arts were all profound and unfathomable, unparalleled and extraordinary. He could easily defeat the three monks and the worldly with ease, but firstly, he did not want to make too deep a grudge, and secondly, he strictly adhered to the admonition of the Boundless Master that he should not commit any unnecessary killings before accumulating ten thousand merits. He knew that the strong wind on his shoulder was caused by the staff. He listened to the wind and determined its location. He tilted his body in mid-air, his five fingers reaching out to grab the tip of the staff. Using the momentum, he floated up two zhang high. The beauty of his movement was unparalleled.

The other two monks had also launched an attack at this moment, striking like a whirlwind. But just before the staff's momentum arrived, Yu Yun had already floated up. The three monks and one layman, witnessing Yu Yun's unparalleled and superior aerial agility, were greatly astonished. The instant Yu Yun's body plummeted, Ping Jianhao suddenly shot forth with lightning speed, his two Buddha-hand crutches lashing out with immense force. Yu Yun, since his debut, had only now displayed the sublime Seven Birds Body Technique. Like a giant eagle, he flicked his arms and suddenly rose five feet, dodging Ping Jianhao's powerful and swift crutch strike.

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out from above: "Benefactor Yu, why don't you surrender?"

Yu Yun coldly replied, "Not necessarily." He landed heavily on the ground, then swept sideways, disappearing about three zhang away like lightning. The three monks and one layman, having followed, stood at attention on all four sides, intently watching Yu Yun's movements, secretly admiring his extraordinary martial arts skills.

Yu Yun stood calmly with his hands at his sides, a smile on his face, the sunlight gently illuminating his radiant expression. Ping Jianhao said, "Hero Yu, before we unleash our deadly attack, it would be best to return our sect's token to avoid damaging our harmony."

Yu Yun smiled faintly and said, "Master Ping, why waste your breath? If I hadn't sworn an oath never to harm anyone, how could Master Ping be here speaking so arrogantly without any repercussions?"

Ping Jianhao's old face flushed red, and he said sternly, "Since Hero Yu is so foolish and arrogant, please forgive me." He let out a piercing whistle, which echoed far and wide, reverberating through the forest and valley.

Suddenly, three mastiffs covered in yellow fur, resembling giants, rushed out of the forest, forming a T-shape around Yu Yun, crouching down and barking loudly. Yu Yun, witnessing the three enormous and ferocious mastiffs, was secretly alarmed. He thought to himself, "I've never seen or heard of such monsters before. They must be hybrids, raised by humans. Obviously, they're impervious to swords and as strong as diamonds. Hmph, using them against me is just a pipe dream." His expression remained unchanged. He glanced indifferently at the two mastiffs and said with a cold smile, "Is this what Master Ping calls the 'killer'?"

Ping Jianhao sneered, but before he could speak, the monk standing to the east chanted a Buddhist prayer and said, "Benefactor Yu, these three mastiffs are naturally extraordinary beings with immense strength. They can tear apart lions and elephants with their claws. Although your martial arts are excellent, your flesh and blood may not be able to withstand the strength of these three mastiffs. I hope you will not rely on your courage and will think twice before acting."

Yu Yun smiled slightly and said, "Since you, Master, are so compassionate, you didn't even mention subduing me. It's clear that you haven't yet attained enlightenment and your anger still lingers." The monk sighed slightly and said nothing more.

Ping Jianhao suddenly let out a loud shout, and three mastiffs howled and pounced on Yu Yun like the wind. Yu Yun swiftly thrust out both palms, employing the "Shock" and "Flick" techniques of the Maitreya Zen Skill. Amidst the surging wind, two mastiffs were sent flying, their bodies tumbling as they plummeted into the forest several dozen feet away. As the two mastiffs were thrown, another one lunged forward. Yu Yun swiftly dodged to the left, his right hand deftly grabbing the mastiff's right arm. With a tightening grip, he pulled and flung it into the air. Strangely, the three mastiffs didn't utter a single howl, crashing to the ground one after another, motionless, as if dead. The three monks and

one layman's expressions changed drastically. Ping Jianhao chuckled dryly twice and roared, "Today, it's either you or me!" Two Buddha-hand crutches shot out from his body, unleashing a fierce and relentless attack.

Ping Jianhao suddenly felt a blur of movement before him; the figure had vanished. His wrists tightened, and his Buddhist crutch flew from his grasp. He felt a sharp pain in his arms, hips, and groins, as if struck by a dagger, and groaned as a powerful force shoved him away. He landed on the grass six or seven zhang away, motionless like three mastiffs.

The three monks, seeing this, changed their expressions drastically. They exchanged glances, then simultaneously took two steps forward. One monk called out loudly, "Benefactor, your bravery is unparalleled, your martial arts superb! Please accept the combined force of our three palms!" Six palms were raised simultaneously and slowly pushed out. A surge of energy caused the grass and trees to bend backward.

Yu Yun smiled slightly and met the incoming force with both palms. The combined force of their palms, capable of moving mountains and shifting cauldrons, was utterly dissipated, like a clay ox entering the sea. The three monks felt a cool breeze envelop them, and as a chill ran through them, they suddenly realized that the cool breeze had transformed into an invisible, dark, and powerful force, growing stronger and stronger. The three monks knew something was wrong; their six arms seemed frozen, unable to move. Suddenly, they felt that latent force change abruptly, becoming as powerful as mountains, pressing down on their bodies, gradually numbing and paralyzing them.

A fear of death gripped their minds. While Zen disciples considered death a great liberation, facing eternal departure from the mortal world, they couldn't help but feel a nameless sadness and sorrow. Yu Yun unleashed the ultimate technique of seizing the power of heaven and earth, the Maitreya Divine Art "Transformation of the Universe," dissolving the force of the three monks' palms into his own divine art, merging them into one, and slowly forcing it out, condensing it into boundless power. How could the three monks withstand it?

At that moment, a glint of pity flashed in Yu Yun's eyes, and he said loudly, "If the three masters continue to act recklessly and irrationally, please return to the temple. Even if I have done something wrong, why not wait until after tonight to discuss it?" He immediately withdrew his divine power and, with effortless grace, ascended the mountain path and left.

The three monks suddenly felt the pressure around them ease, but as if recovering from a serious illness, their bodies were weak and limp. They exchanged bitter smiles and staggered away, disappearing into the lush greenery. After Yu Yun's graceful departure, he wandered aimlessly, but did not step into any temple, fearing that if the Emei disciples saw him, they would harbor resentment and take action, causing endless trouble.

There were many temples in the mountains, and he could only sigh in despair, unable to reach them, and a sense of helplessness inevitably arose in his heart. He lingered for a long time before the majestic and solemn Zhongfeng Temple and its surrounding forest before finally heading towards Qingyin Pavilion. Two streams embrace Qingyin Pavilion, their waters crystal clear and teeming with fish. In the stream lies a lifelike stone, its reddish-brown surface glistening with moisture. Two bridges, resembling rainbows, span the stream, named Shuangfei Bridge (Double Flying Bridge), inscribed with the words: "Two bridges, two rainbows, a single ox heart for eternity."
This is one of the ten scenic spots of Emei Mountain, known as "Shuangqiao Qingyin" (Twin Bridges, Gentle Sounds). The pavilion is ancient and elegant, the rainbow bridges ripple gently, the clear waters flow, and the trees are shrouded in mist and verdant green—all imbued with poetic sentiment. Yu Yun was captivated. Standing by the stream, his robes fluttering, Yu Yun suddenly saw an old monk in yellow robes emerge from Qingyin Pavilion and slowly approach the bridge. The old monk in yellow robes stroked his silver beard and smiled, "Benefactor Yu, you must be feeling lonely all alone. Would you allow this humble monk to keep you company for a chat?"

Yu Yun smiled and said, "I have come from afar to visit your esteemed mountain, and I fear I may not be able to get close enough. If you, Master, do not find it troublesome, and would consider me an enemy, how could I refuse?"

The old monk in yellow robes looked solemn, glanced at Yu Yun, sighed slightly, and then smiled again, "This humble monk, Guoyin, does not wish to let this morning's unpleasant matter spoil the mood. I wish to spend half a day with you, benefactor, enjoying the company of host and guest, setting aside today's events, how about that?"

Yu Yun said, "I will respectfully obey your command, Master." Master Guoyin gestured for them to leave, and the two entered Qingyin Pavilion and departed.

Night fell, and clouds and mist shrouded the mountains. After leaving Qingyin Pavilion, Yu Yun sped towards the Golden Summit like lightning. Upon landing before the Golden Hall, a monk emerged and announced loudly, "Benefactor Yu? Because the Golden Summit is a sacred site of Emei, and to prevent damage, we have moved the ceremony to the Thousand Buddha Peak."

Yu Yun knew Dongfang Yukun's words were true, and coldly asked, "Where is the person at the Golden Summit?"

The monk bowed and replied, "They are now waiting for your arrival at the Thousand Buddha Peak. This humble monk has instructed you to lead the way."

Yu Yun said, "Well, this old monk, even in this state, still puts on airs as the sect leader."

The monk angrily said, "Please watch your words, benefactor, lest you cause trouble."

Yu Yun raised an eyebrow and coldly said, "You have quite the arrogance. Is this old monk at the Golden Summit still the sect leader of Emei?" The monk was stunned, unsure whether to answer or not. The person at the Golden Summit had lost the token of authority and the position of sect leader; whether he answered or not was a grave disrespect.

Seeing the monk's extremely unpleasant expression, Yu Yun feigned ignorance and pressed him, "What's wrong? Who has made you so timid?"

The monk roared angrily, "You're being unnecessarily nagging, benefactor. I'll take the blame and leave now. Please go to Thousand Buddha Peak yourself."

Yu Yun laughed loudly, "Do you think I, Yu Yun, am determined to fight to the death with that bald thief at Golden Peak?" With that, he turned to leave.

The monk panicked and hurriedly said, "Benefactor Yu, please forgive my rudeness. I'll lead the way." He leaped over Yu Yun's head and flew away as fast as he could, glancing back every now and then.

Yu Yun smiled and followed, crossing two ridges to reach a summit. There, he saw the monk standing still. He looked back and asked in surprise, "Is this Thousand Buddha Peak?"

The monk pointed to the opposite peak and said, "That's it."

Yu Yun looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a steep peak about 10 feet away that pierced the clouds. Under the starlight and moonlight, it was still a dark mass due to the dense trees. Standing atop this precipice, with sheer cliffs thousands of feet below and treacherous ravines, there was not only no way to reach Thousand Buddha Peak, but even birds could not cross it. He coldly sneered, "Why don't you go?"

The monk replied, "Thousand Buddha Peak is a forbidden area; this humble monk dares not presume to ascend."

"Then how does one proceed?"

"Benefactor Yu's skill is extraordinary; do you not see the two iron chains extending from this summit to the opposite mountainside?"

Yu Yun was taken aback. He strained his eyes and indeed saw two thin iron chains, as thin as a child's arm, extending to the opposite mountainside, one above the other, which could be grasped and walked upon. However, a strong wind blew them erratically. He thought to himself, "There must be some treachery involved." He slowly turned to look at the monk. The moment the monk's gaze met Yu Yun's, a chill ran through him, and his heart trembled.

Yu Yun coldly said, "Besides these two iron chains, is there no other path to reach Thousand Buddha Peak?"

The monk replied, "There is another steep slope leading to Thousand Buddha Peak, but it has been forbidden for the past hundred years. Those who dare to climb it will die. Among our disciples, only the sect leader has ever seen anyone ascend Thousand Buddha Peak via this cableway. It's not that our sect lacks people, but we are afraid of violating the prohibition, so we all refrain from doing so."

Yu Yun chuckled, "In that case, you must possess considerable martial arts skills. Please show me the way, and I guarantee you will descend Thousand Buddha Peak safely."

Upon hearing this, the monk's face changed drastically, and fear flashed in his eyes. He stammered, "This humble monk's martial arts skills are meager; how could I possibly climb over these iron chains? Benefactor Yu is mocking me."

Yu Yun gave a cold snort, and his hand moved like the wind, swiftly striking the monk's "Qi Hai" acupoint. The monk groaned and immediately fainted, collapsing to the ground. The wind howled fiercely, the trees rustled like a raging tide, the roar deafening. The two iron chains swung violently, bobbing up and down. Yu Yun examined the chains, thinking to himself, "This must be a trick by that bald thief on Golden Peak. He imagined that as soon as I reached the top, the hidden experts at both ends would cut the chains, shattering me to pieces and sending me plummeting into the abyss. That bald thief's scheme is too vicious. Luckily, I saw through the trick and knocked the monk down, eliminating one threat. But what about the other side?"

He hesitated, feeling utterly helpless. Suddenly, a thought struck him: "Hesitation will only lead to more trouble. The distance between the two sides is only twenty or thirty feet. With my 'Vacuum Crossing' and the incredibly skillful 'Eight Forms of the Heavenly Dragon,' crossing shouldn't be difficult. I must act swiftly, before they can cut the chains, and leap to the other side. What can they do to me then?" As he

pondered, his gaze fell upon the ravine below. Though it was night, the faint moonlight still made it vaguely visible. He saw no ground below, and the valley wind howled fiercely, causing him to tremble with fear. He felt slightly discouraged, hesitant, and after a long while thought, "Actually, reaching Thousand Buddha Peak by another route is the same, but why let the Golden Peak bald bandit underestimate me?" Suddenly, a surge of ambition ignited within him, and he secretly calculated his steps to fly across to the other side. Once he made up

his mind, he suddenly unleashed the "Hidden Dragon Ascends to Heaven" technique, shooting diagonally upwards and piercing through the air. In the blink of an eye, he had already leaped seven or eight zhang away from the summit. He stood flat on the iron chains, his feet alternating, performing a "Dragon's Turn," his entire body rapidly spinning, traveling another three or four zhang (approximately 10-13 meters) before suddenly arching his body, head down, arms outstretched, as if about to fall onto the chains. Suddenly, a voice carried on the wind: "What a profound Heavenly Dragon Body Technique!"
He was terrified. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black shadow leap up from the summit, leaving a dazzling blue light trailing behind, slashing at the iron chains. Then, another brilliant light rose from the other end. This was a critical moment, a matter of life and death decided in an instant. But Yu Yun remained calm in the face of danger. Just as the two sword beams were about to strike, his right hand grasped the iron chains, using the force to flick them away, sending both chains flying into the vast, bottomless abyss.

Yu Yun shot forward with lightning speed, hurtling towards a protruding boulder at the waist of Thousand Buddha Peak. When he was about two or three zhang above the boulder, three sword beams flashed before his eyes, their chilling aura piercing the air with a soft whistling sound. At this moment, Yu Yun was in grave danger. Ignoring the warning not to die, he swiftly swung out both palms, descending from the sky. Three shrill screams immediately rang out. The sword light vanished, and three figures tumbled over the edge of the boulder, falling towards the bottom of the ravine.

Yu Yun landed gracefully on the boulder, and recalling the perilous situation, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. After his initial shock subsided, he looked up and surveyed the steep cliff face. He saw only vines and small trees covering the mountainside, and there seemed to be no other way to climb. He sighed inwardly, "The Golden Summit bandit is truly vicious and treacherous, trying to destroy me. Climbing up might not be safe. This place is at least a hundred feet above Thousand Buddha Peak, even more dangerous than the leap I just took." He

racked his brains, trying to devise a safe way to reach Thousand Buddha Peak, when suddenly an idea struck him. He thought, "Those three I just knocked away must have a secret path. If they fail to ambush me, I can retreat safely." With this thought in mind, his sharp eyes searched the surrounding area, carefully examining the area within ten feet of the protruding rock under the clear moonlight, not letting any suspicious trace slip by.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of hot tea, he suddenly noticed several worn marks on the leaves of two mountain vines beside the stone, clearly caused by the force of holding hands. However, the two vines drooped down towards the stone, raising suspicion. He wondered, "Could there be a secret beneath this stone?"

With this thought, his hand darted towards the vines like lightning, and after a firm grasp, he leaped down, his gaze falling upon the stone. His sharp eyes had already discerned a roughly square cave beneath the stone. Taking advantage of the receding momentum, he darted into the cave like a hawk, and immediately found himself in complete darkness. Yu Yun cautiously crept into the cave, feeling increasingly cramped and filled with a chilling atmosphere. The cave path was winding, and the terrain seemed to rise gradually, undoubtedly leading to Thousand Buddha Peak. After entering for about a hundred feet, he suddenly heard two people talking. He quickly stopped, pressed himself against the cave wall, and listened intently.

A voice said, "The three of them haven't returned yet. I'm afraid Yu Yun won't take the iron chain route. There's another straight path to Thousand Buddha Peak, and Yu Yun knows that. Why would he risk his life? It seems we're just waiting for him to come to us."

Another person said in a deep voice, "The path is forbidden. Anyone who dares to climb it will be killed without exception. No one has dared to violate this rule for a hundred years. How dare Yu Yun climb it?"

A sinister laugh came from the throat of the first speaker, and he continued, "Can this rule make Yu Yun afraid to come? Yu Yun's skill is superb. He dared to come alone to Emei and sneak into the Golden Summit to steal the sect leader's token. With such a fearless spirit, even if Thousand Buddha Peak..." "Even if it's a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, you and I would still have to go. However, the Golden Summit Sect Leader has thoroughly figured out the unyielding nature of us martial artists. Yu Yun, confident in his martial arts, is arrogant and conceited. Knowing the iron chain is dangerous, he still wants to try."

Upon hearing this, Yu Yun felt a chill in his heart, thinking, "I've also unknowingly fallen into the common trap of arrogance in the martial arts world. In the future, I must think thrice before acting. A gentleman's way of life is like standing on the edge of an abyss, like walking on thin ice, looking ahead and behind, trembling with fear, lest he fall. My master once said at Chayun Cliff that I was 'young and impetuous, impetuous and impulsive,' and that's absolutely true."

At this moment, another person sneered, "According to you, Yu Yun must have come by the iron chain. At this moment, Yu Yun is probably already shattered to pieces at the bottom of the abyss."

"This is hard to predict. Although the three of them are top-tier martial arts masters of the time, they are also incredibly intelligent. They might still be waiting for Yu Yun to arrive. Otherwise, Yu Yun would have seen through their scheme beforehand and wouldn't have come. Alas, the Golden Peak Sect Leader's distress is beyond words. And since Grandmaster Qiyun refuses to help, he has no choice but to take this risk in desperation. If this plan fails, once Yu Yun ascends to Thousand Buddha Peak, Grandmaster Qiyun will surely take action against him for violating the rules. He is an outstanding talent of our sect in the last two hundred years. Even with Yu Yun's high level of martial arts, he is no match for him."

Yu Yun thought to himself with alarm, "Just as Dongfang Yukun predicted, the Golden Peak thief must have already hidden in a secret place, regretting his violation of the rules. Why don't I subdue these two and find out where the Golden Peak thief is now? I can go find him myself and avoid any complications." He observed that the two were only about ten feet apart, and with a swift movement, he rushed forward.

The cave was as still as water, but his sudden movement caused ripples in the air and a sharp breeze. The two men immediately noticed and hissed, "Who is it? Who is it…?" Before they could finish, Yu Yun was already in front of them, his ten fingers flashing like lightning as he grabbed their shoulders.

This "Double Dragons Spouting Water" was a signature move from the ancient Xuanyuan Eighteen Techniques, a dragon-controlling technique. How could the two men let it pass? They were caught off guard, grunted, and collapsed against the cave wall, their muscles going limp, staring at Yu Yun with wide eyes. A moment later, a man with a hoarse voice said, "Is the newcomer Yu Yun? We are not convinced by your sneak attack. Please release your pressure points and fight one-on-one. We will die without regret."

Yu Yun suddenly withdrew his arms and laughed, "That's right, the newcomer is me. I just didn't want to commit unnecessary killing, so I took advantage of the situation to subdue you two. In any case, I will not be provoked. Please bear with it for a while." The man was speechless. He felt the soreness in his body gradually worsening. He secretly tried to circulate his qi to release his pressure points, but it would have been better if he hadn't. As soon as he circulated his qi, he felt his blood rushing backward. He was so frightened that he quickly stopped and was panting heavily.

Another man, his voice hoarse, asked, "We still have three people guarding the cave entrance. Why haven't they returned? They must have been subdued by you

, their pressure points sealed?" Yu Yun nodded. "The three of them? They attacked me with their swords, but I dodged them. Their attack was so fierce that I couldn't stop in time and perished in the abyss." The two men exchanged surprised glances and remained silent.

Yu Yun continued, "I have a request. Where is the Golden Peak Master currently hiding at Thousand Buddha Peak? Please tell me." Though his words were tactful, they carried a chilling, menacing tone.

The two men looked up and saw the cold, icy light in Yu Yun's eyes, like two sharp blades piercing their hearts. They involuntarily trembled at the same time. After a long silence, one of them replied, “Don’t you know that leaving others some leeway is cultivating a more compassionate heart within yourself? Let go when you can. The Golden Summit Sect Leader has not committed any irreconcilable feud with you. Besides, his martial arts are no less than yours. The outcome is still uncertain. In my opinion, it is time for you to turn back.”

Yu Yun smiled and said, “Don’t you two know that when I came, I had nowhere to go? Now, the die is cast, and I have no choice but to…” "I, Yu, have never acted recklessly. You two can rest assured. Tell me where the Golden Summit Master is hiding, and I will handle it."

The man exclaimed, "The iron chains have been broken?" He sighed hoarsely, "The sect leader is currently in the Sutra Repository at the east end of Wanshou Temple. You may go there yourself."

Yu Yun nodded and said, "Thank you for telling me. Please rest here for a while; you will recover." He swiftly pressed the two men's pressure points to put them to sleep and then sped forward like a gust of wind.

Soon, Yu Yun emerged from the cave and found himself beside the Thousand Buddha Cliff. The moon was high in the sky, the stars twinkled, and a strong wind howled and surged, echoing through the forest. His clothes fluttered in the wind. Yu Yun glanced around and saw Wanshou Temple not far in front of him, solemn and spacious, but without a single light. He sighed deeply, shook his arms, and flew diagonally into Wanshou Temple.

In the east wing of the Sutra Repository, bookshelves stood in rows, displaying tens of thousands of scriptures. An old monk sat cross-legged on a futon, his brows lowered and palms clasped. This elderly monk was none other than the Emei Sect Leader, the Golden Summit Abbot. His heart was filled with turbulent sorrow, his pent-up resentment difficult to quell, and he frequently let out soft sighs. He thought that if Yu Yun fell into his trap and perished in the abyss, he could retrieve the Sect Leader's token from Yu Yun's corpse, thus preserving his prestige and authority, and everything would be resolved smoothly. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable. Just as he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard someone coldly say, "I have come as instructed. Your Excellency is calm and composed, truly befitting a Sect Leader. I am far inferior to you."

The Golden Summit Abbot was greatly surprised. How did he know he was hiding here? He had assumed that Yu Yun had searched everywhere in Wanshou Temple, alerting his Uncle Qiyun to capture him. Now, all his efforts had been in vain. Without turning his head, he lashed out with a backhand strike, swift and unparalleled, and leaped forward. Just as the force of his palm

strike was released, he suddenly felt a tightness and numbness in his wrist, as his internal energy surged back and attacked his internal organs. He felt a sudden jolt in his mind and couldn't help but groan. Yu Yun knew the Golden Peak Abbot's scheming; his palm strike was intended to alert Zen Master Qiyun. Therefore, he struck first, unleashing the "Kui Xing Points the Dipper" move, one of the eighteen extraordinary techniques of Xuanyuan. With lightning speed, he seized the Golden Peak Abbot's wrist and pulled him upward. The Golden Peak Abbot's leaping momentum was disrupted by the pull, causing him to tumble backward.
Yu Yun used a clever technique, and the Golden Peak Abbot landed silently. Even more coincidentally, the Golden Peak Abbot and Yu Yun stood facing each other, their eyes locked, and a look of shame, fear, and apprehension involuntarily appeared in the Golden Peak Abbot's eyes. The Golden Peak Abbot's mood at this moment was more unbearable than death itself. How could he possibly endure this situation? Yu Yun let out a low, cold laugh: "Abbot, your cunning and treacherous schemes, your intentions to condemn me to eternal damnation, are utterly despicable. What more do you have to say?"

The Golden Peak Abbot, after a long silence, finally managed a bitter smile: "Benefactor, you are fortunate to have escaped death in this ravine; your fate is truly ordained by Heaven. What more can this old monk say? However, your rebuke of this old monk for your cunning and treacherous schemes is inappropriate. This old monk enforces the law for his own disciples and has not offended you in any way. You have stripped this old monk of all prestige and dignity. In your haste..." "Taking risks was indeed a necessity. If you, benefactor, were in my shoes, you wouldn't think I went too far."

Yu Yun smiled faintly and said, "Master, are you saying that my actions were a bit too ruthless?"

The Golden Peak Master said, "You know perfectly well, why ask?"

Yu Yun's tone became extremely stern as he said, "Today's events may indeed be as you say, Master. If you calmly reflect on your life's actions, you will know that I still retain some compassion and magnanimity in my actions. " "

The Golden Peak Abbot was taken aback. He said, "My only flaw in life is my stubbornness and impulsiveness. I

don't believe I've committed any great crimes. Now that I'm in your hands, you can easily find a pretext to accuse me." Yu Yun sneered, "Does the Abbot remember Xie Wen, the Soul Chaser? You were instrumental in the siege of Xiangjiang back then. Don't you feel any guilt about that?"

The Golden Peak Abbot, facing the window, bathed in moonlight, turned ashen-faced upon hearing this, forcing a cold laugh. He said, "My two disciples were blinded and dismembered by Xie Wen, left to suffer humiliation for three days, and died with their cries of agony. This settled our score. What do you mean by that?"

Yu Yun's blood boiled with rage. He shouted, "Shut up! Have your disciples committed any heinous crimes that deserve death? Otherwise, how could we let the great hero Xie's reputation be ruined by the death of an innocent man?" At this moment, Yu Yun wished he could kill the Golden Summit monk immediately, but remembering his uncle Wuliang's admonition, he suppressed his anger, though a strong, menacing killing intent remained in his eyes.

The abbot of the Golden Summit, knowing the unbearable pain and feeling as if he were living a life worse than death, coldly said, "So, you are Xie Wen's close friend, seeking revenge for your friend. Your righteousness is admirable. This old monk devised a plan to fight poison with poison back then, unknown to anyone, yet you discovered it. This is extremely rare. However, if Xie Wen had handed his two disciples over to this old monk, this old monk would have upheld the law impartially, and the siege of Xiangjiang would not have occurred."

Yu Yun replied in a deep voice, "I was not seeking revenge for a friend; I was merely entrusted by Xie Wen's descendants. If you didn't want anyone to know about your plan back then, you shouldn't have done it in the first place." "How can you keep it a secret? Hmph, even now you're still using clever words to deceive me. Take this morning's events, for example—your leniency and protection of your own are as blatant as ever. Back then, it was Master Xie who personally seized those two cunning thugs and delivered them to you. I find it hard to believe you can uphold the law impartially."

The Golden Peak Abbot was speechless for a long time before coldly laughing, "Don't be so aggressive, benefactor. The matter of that year is difficult to judge. Since Xie Wen has descendants, why don't you come here? The hatred for one's father is irreconcilable. This old monk will die without resentment. It seems that you seized the opportunity to subdue this old monk, not because your skills were inferior, but because you couldn't bear the lack of a fight."

Yu Yun coldly said, "The descendants of Master Xie are currently practicing martial arts in the mountains. They will find you when the time comes. You dare to dream of fighting me? I have no time for such things right now." He suddenly loosened his

grip and said, "I take my leave now. I hope we will meet again someday." The man on the Golden Peak felt as if his whole body was paralyzed, with no support. He collapsed to the ground like a limp snake. Just as Yu Yun was about to go out through the window, a deep, aged voice drifted in from outside, saying, "Is this Yu Yun? For a hundred years, Thousand Buddha Peak has been forbidden to unauthorized people from entering. You have deliberately violated this rule

. Your audacity is extreme. Do you have something to say?" Yu Yun was taken aback, but then thought with delight, "Finally, I have disturbed Zen Master Qiyun. Since I am here, I might as well make the best of it. What is there to fear?" He peered outside and saw a gaunt old monk with a silver beard and white robes standing under a towering camphor tree with dense foliage.

He quickly considered his options, then with a slight push of his feet, he leaped through the window, covering only seven or eight feet before his body suddenly dipped, crashing to the ground like lightning. Looking up, he saw Master Qiyun staring intently at him, shouting, "You dare to show off your skills before this old monk!" Before the words were finished, his hand flashed forward like lightning.

Forced to unleash its full potential, covering an area of five zhang, Yu Yun knew that once this strange technique was used, it was like a shadow, and anyone with slightly less skill would have no chance of avoiding it. Yu Yun used the "Mysterious Seven Stars Steps," shifting positions and moving with unparalleled prowess, slipping through the gap. Master Qiyun only saw a blur of movement before him, and Yu Yun was already gone. He couldn't help but snort angrily, his right arm circling as he spun and grabbed again. Another attack missed; only swaying branches and flickering leaves remained—not a single person in sight.

Master Qiyun thought to himself in surprise, "Aside from anyone else in the world who could escape my grasp, this person is truly a martial arts prodigy."

Suddenly, he heard Yu Yun smile behind him, "Senior, how can you not allow me to explain? Even if I have offended you, it is only out of ignorance."

Master Qiyun slowly turned around and said in a deep voice, "Do you truly not know the prohibitions?"

Yu Yun respectfully replied, "I have never traveled the martial world, and my knowledge is limited. I only make a living by practicing medicine in my hometown. It is only because I was entrusted by my nephew that I dared to come here, at the behest of the Golden Peak Sect Leader, to test my skills at Thousand Buddha Peak..."

Master Qiyun pondered for a moment, then continued, "These old..." " I am fully aware of everything. I heard every word of your conversation in the Sutra Repository. I have sworn never to interfere in matters of Emei, but anyone who dares to trespass on Thousand Buddha Peak will die. Do you truly not know this prohibition?"
Yu Yun replied, "Senior is wise. If you doubt the truthfulness of my words, please ask the abbot of the Golden Peak." He paused slightly, glanced at Master Qiyun, and continued, "Senior must be a highly respected elder of Emei. I am honored to meet you. May I ask your name?"

Master Qiyun stared at Yu Yun for a moment before saying in a deep voice, "My name is no longer known. You need not ask further. Regardless, your ascent to Thousand Buddha Peak is a violation of my prohibition." "For example, you were able to escape my grappling techniques just now, which shows your martial arts are quite good. I won't make things difficult for you. As long as you can stay within a hundred moves of my palm techniques, you can leave safely."

Yu Yun pondered for a moment, then said with a sigh, "This junior is overestimating his abilities and will obey your orders.

I hope you will show mercy, senior." Zen Master Qiyun coldly said, "The reason I am where I am today is because I have never known compassion, and I have not been willing to change my habits over the years. I will go all out from the start and show no mercy. It all depends on your fate."

Yu Yun couldn't help but feel a chill, thinking to himself, "This senior is really stubborn and self-willed. It seems that tonight's battle will require me to use all the skills I have learned in my life." With a proud smile, Yu Yun stepped onto the position of the Seven Stars of Xuan Tian, focused his mind, crossed his palms to protect his chest, and bowed slightly, saying, "Senior, please enlighten me."

Zen Master Qi Yun raised his silver eyebrows, his eyes flashing with a chilling light, and shouted, "How dare you disrespect this old monk?"

Yu Yun smiled and said, "I dare not, it is the senior who insists on giving me instruction, saying that if I can dodge a hundred moves, I can leave this Thousand Buddha Peak alive. How can I possibly make a move?"

Zen Master Qi Yun's face turned cold, and he snorted, "You should be careful. Within these hundred moves, this old monk has incorporated all the martial arts techniques in the world. I'm afraid you won't be able to escape beyond a hundred moves." As he spoke, his hands flew out, as fast as lightning.

Yu Yun's body swayed to the left, moving away ten feet away in an extremely strange way, but Zen Master Qi Yun's hands grabbed him like maggots clinging to bones. Yu Yun was terrified, and his feet flew, unleashing the Seven Stars of Xuan Tian. It should be known that Zen Master Qiyun was an outstanding talent of Emei in the past two hundred years. Throughout his life, he was deeply versed in the profound and extensive martial arts. Furthermore, he had been subtly influenced by the teachings of Thousand Buddha Peak for decades, and had also comprehended many mysterious and unpredictable techniques. Therefore, when he made a move, it was continuous and unstoppable, and his techniques shook the martial arts world. It was as if there were phantoms all over the sky. Sai Fei then fled and grabbed at Yu Yun.

Even with his extraordinary martial arts skills, Yu Yun felt the sharp wind whistling past his ears and body, and couldn't help but think inwardly with horror, "This Zen Master Qiyun truly deserves to be called a martial arts prodigy and a grandmaster. If he were to pass on all his knowledge to the Emei sect, Emei would surely be the most revered sect in the martial arts world today."

As he pondered this, Zen Master Qiyun used the "Five Mountains Swallowing Clouds" move, his fingers touching his left "Jianjing" acupoint. He felt a slight numbness and was greatly alarmed. He quickly shifted his body, and his right hand used the "Parting Water and Capturing Dragon" move with incredible speed to grab Zen Master Qiyun's hand. Listening to the sound and pinpointing the location, Yu Yun's body spun with his arm. This move was the most extraordinary move in the "Eighteen Explanations of Xuanyuan" – the Dragon-Controlling Technique. His hand moved like lightning, precisely seizing Zen Master Qiyun's pulse point.

Zen Master Qiyun was suddenly startled, and this startledness was no small matter. He then recognized his opponent as his only formidable rival in life. His right arm suddenly rose, and his left palm lashed out with a powerful strike. The force was like a surging tide, like a giant wave crashing into the sky, creating a sudden whirlwind. Yu Yun also stopped just in time, his attack dispersing. Before Zen Master Qiyun's palm strike could even land, he had already crossed seven feet, using the "Golden Carp Piercing the Waves" technique, shooting upwards eight or nine feet away. With a deafening "boom," Zen Master Qiyun's fierce palm strike slammed into the large camphor tree. The trunk shook violently, and leaves flew everywhere, swirling like rain, the force terrifying.

Yu Yunyao said loudly, "May I ask if you, senior, have reached the hundred-move mark?"

Zen Master Qiyun's palm struck empty air. Witnessing Yu Yunyao's exquisite movements and unparalleled dragon-taming technique, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Indeed, the previous two sect leaders were absolutely right. They said that I, this old monk, considered myself a martial arts prodigy, and my arrogance inevitably led me astray, bringing boundless calamity to our sect. The world is vast, and many extraordinary talents emerge, most of whom conceal their brilliance..." Hidden in the forest, unknown to all, he possessed an unbridled arrogance and violent nature, unlike any Buddhist disciple. He harbored too many grudges, and only because he didn't want Emei to be destroyed by his own hand did he confine himself to Thousand Buddha Peak. "I once boasted to the two previous sect leaders that if Emei faced any danger in my lifetime, I would resolutely stand by and watch." The sect leader said, "It's better if you stand by; if you get involved, Emei will surely be destroyed by your own hand." Now, thinking back, those words were indeed true. Overwhelmed with emotion, he was lost in thought. Hearing Yu Yun's question, he paused, then coldly replied, "Only forty-nine moves, are you already feeling uneasy?"

Yu Yun smiled faintly and said, "This junior's skill is shallow, truly insufficient to contend with the unparalleled and unmatched martial arts of the senior, but if the senior intends to defeat this junior within a hundred moves, this junior is confident that he is not so capable." "

Master Qiyun's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he shouted, 'Did you say that?' '

This old monk...' Suddenly, the light in his eyes dimmed, and he sighed sadly, 'You should leave Thousand Buddha Peak. This old monk does not wish to harbor murderous intent. Golden Peak has lost its position as sect leader, and this old monk also has someone to accompany him in studying the scriptures and understand the loneliness of the mountains.'" Yu

Yun laughed loudly, then soared into the air, plunging more than ten zhang away before leaping out of Wanshou Temple. His speed was lightning-fast, and he vanished in the blink of an eye.

The final chapter: Revenge settled, this life is free from worldly

entanglements. A dragon and nine phoenixes, only envying the lovebirds, not the immortals. In Luoyang City, a man and two women, like a golden couple, were the envy of passersby. These three were none other than Xie Yunyue, Jiang Yaohong, and Luo Xiangmei. Xie Yunyue had rescued Jiang Yaohong and Luo Xiangmei from Emei and was on his way to the Zhao family in Cangzhou. Jiang Yaohong said sweetly, "Brother Yun, let's not rush today. Let's find an inn to rest for a day and continue tomorrow?"

Turning around, seeing that there were few pedestrians around, Xie Yunyue lowered his voice and said to Jiang Yaohong, "Little girl, do you think I don't know what you're up to? That little glutton down there hasn't been enough yet?"

"Brother Yun, you're bad..." Jiang Yaohong blushed, annoyed that her lover had guessed correctly.

Luo Xiangmei giggled, "We're on the street, you should be mindful of your behavior."

Jiang Yaohong said sweetly, "Sister Mei, I'm not just doing this for myself. If you don't speak up for me, I won't let you stay with Brother Yun tonight."

Luo Xiangmei blushed, "You little rascal, I'm scared of you. Okay, okay, I support you."
Watching the two girls tease each other, Xie Yunyue smiled silently. This period was the happiest time for Xie Yunyue. His father's revenge was avenged, his grudges were settled, and the two girls were as beautiful and gentle as flowers, serving him meticulously. The peerless beauty of Zhao Lianzhu, Zhou Yue'e, Gu Yanwen, Fu Wan, Zhang Xiaoxia, Ni Wanlan, and Hu Ruolan floated in his mind, and Xie Yunyue couldn't help but yearn for an even brighter future.

That night, after the three of them bathed, they reunited in Xie Yunyue's room. Xie Yunyue hugged Luo Xiangmei tightly, and Luo Xiangmei wrapped her arms around his neck, showering him with passionate kisses, her hands constantly caressing his body. Luo Xiangmei could no longer bear it: "Brother Yun, hurry up and take off your clothes." So the two of them stripped naked.

Xie Yunyue saw Luo Xiangmei; her skin was snow-white and delicate, her breasts firm and incredibly beautiful. Her plump mons pubis was covered with thick, long pubic hair. Her buttocks were white and round; her alluring, charming, and full-bodied mature beauty captivated Xie Yunyue. Luo Xiangmei saw her lover's strong physique, a thick patch of black hair on his chest, extending down to a large patch of thick, long pubic hair on his lower abdomen, and his erect penis, which looked like a divine soldier descended from heaven.

"Sister Mei, your body is becoming more and more alluring, especially your two purplish-red nipples and that thick patch of black pubic hair, it's absolutely mesmerizing."

"Brother Yun, you're so strong, and your thing is so long and thick, you've mesmerized Sister Mei too." Xie Yunyue picked up Luo Xiangmei with both hands and placed her on the bed, leaning over her body and pressing down on her, embracing her tightly and kissing her passionately. He reached out and gently touched her smooth, delicate, snow-white

, and full body. Luo Xiangmei's hands were also busy stroking and playing with his big thing. "Brother Yun, hurry up and start, Sister Mei's little hole is so itchy." Seeing Luo Xiangmei's wanton and lustful appearance, Xie Yunyue lowered his head and bit and sucked her big nipples, inserted his fingers into her little hole and dug and probed, lowered his head and stuck out his tongue, sucking, biting, and licking her labia, clitoris, and vagina.

"Oh...you little devil...you're killing me...oh...you're so good at this...mmm...I feel so good...so beautiful...and so itchy...oh...ah..."

The lustful fluid in Luo Xiangmei's vagina flowed out like a river bursting its banks, and she cried out in a wanton voice, "Brother Yun...Sister Mei...so beautiful...so beautiful...I'm...coming...oh..." At this moment, she felt her mons pubis was tingling, numb, and itchy, extremely pleasurable. She thrust her plump, protruding mons pubis upwards to meet Xie Yunyue's licking tongue.

"Ah...Brother Yun...you're licking me so hard...it's really...so hard...I can't take it anymore...I want...big..." Before Luo Xiangmei's wanton cries were finished, she hurriedly rolled over and pinned Xie Yunyue down, reached out her jade hand, grasped his big treasure, and tried to slide it into her vagina, doing so three or four times before finally inserting the glans.

"Oh...it's so full...sigh..." Xie Yunyue knew she was extremely thirsty when he saw Luo Xiangmei's impatient appearance. Seeing her cry out in pain after only inserting the head of his penis, and stop, afraid to go any further, he grabbed her plump buttocks with both hands and pressed down hard, while simultaneously thrusting his own hips upwards. With a "whoosh," his large penis slid all the way in, filling her vagina completely, leaving no space.

"Oh...my darling...it's so full...Yunbiao...you want to kill Mei-jie...you really...you're going to kill me...you little devil..."

"Mei-jie...stop crying...move quickly...use your itchiest spot to rub my penis...I guarantee you'll have endless pleasure..."

"Ah...Yun-di...don't push...Mei-jie...just move...it's killing me..." Luo Xiangmei's pink buttocks began to slowly move up and down, thrusting rhythmically.

"Ah...it's still a bit swollen and painful...ouch...don't push...you darn Yun-di...you're so naughty...oh...you've touched my uterus..." Xie Yun-yue below was unwilling to remain silent, his hands caressing the pair of large breasts that swayed up and down, and his buttocks also thrusting in and out in coordination with Luo Xiang-mei's movements.

Luo Xiangmei was being touched and pinched by him, her vagina being rubbed and thrust against: "Oh... my little darling... you're fucking Sister Mei... so beautiful... my vagina is going to be... thrust through... my nipples are being pinched... so itchy... oh... ah..."

"Sister Mei... brother feels so good... a little harder... faster... your vagina is so great... it's holding my big treasure... so good... rotate... rotate your buttocks... yes... yes... that's how you rub my treasure head..."

Luo Xiangmei only cared about pleasure now, ignoring everything else. Hearing her lover's words, she quickly sat down with her plump buttocks, rotating continuously when she reached the bottom, making the clitoris of her vagina rub against the head of his big treasure. She lowered her body and kissed her lover's face and mouth like raindrops with her red lips.

"Ah... Yun-di... oh... Yun-di... my vagina can't live anymore... I'm going to... I'm going to cum for my big treasure again... I can't take it anymore... ah... heavens..." She cummed again, leaving Xie Yunyue's lower abdomen and pubic hair wet. After a tremor, she lay limp on her lover's body, motionless, drenched in sweat, breathing heavily.

Xie Yunyue's large member was feeling incredibly comfortable when she suddenly stopped, making it unbearable for him. He quickly grabbed Luo Xiangmei, rolled over, and pinned her body beneath him, grabbing and kneading her large breasts while his large member thrust in and out fiercely.

"Oh... Brother Yun... I can't take it anymore... You're really... killing me..." Luo Xiangmei climaxed several times, her body limp and drowsy, unable to even resist, let alone fight back.

After Xie Yunyue's vigorous thrusting, she slowly woke up again, her lover's thick, hard member still throbbing inside her. She quickly pressed down on his buttocks to stop his thrusting, giving herself a chance to catch her breath. She exhaled softly a few times, then gazed at Xie Yunyue for a moment with her alluring, spring-like eyes. Passionately, she cupped his cheeks and showered him with kisses.

"Brother Yun, you're truly Sister Mei's darling! You're so amazing! You've been playing for so long without ejaculating. Sister Mei almost died in your hands just now. You're such a lovable little devil, I both hate and love you! Sister Mei is truly afraid of you!" Xie Yunyue, aroused by her wanton and lustful energy, felt an irresistible urge to ejaculate, and he began thrusting again.

Luo Xiangmei's lust was aroused again by his thrusts, and she moved her plump buttocks to match his thrusts, moaning softly, "Brother Yun... Sister Mei is so aroused by you again... I'm really going to become a slut... I'd rather be fucked to death by you... Brother Yun... my lover... fuck me hard... ah... it feels so good to touch my flower... so comfortable... Sister Mei... I'm going to heaven... oh... I'm coming again... oh... I'm coming... I'm coming... I'm coming to my death..."

Xie Yunyue lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder, and hurriedly put a pillow under her plump buttocks, making her mons pubis appear even more prominent. He used a long, forceful thrusting motion, pulling out to the mouth and thrusting in all the way, the faster and harder he thrust, the more he fucked Luo Xiangmei's mons pubis gushing with lustful fluid, wetting her plump buttocks and the upper half of the bed sheet.

Luo Xiangmei, taken aback by his ruthless move, cried out in a wanton voice, "Brother Yun... oh... I really can't take it anymore... oh... my little hole... you'll tear it... oh... please... put down my legs... oh... be gentle... okay... it's killing me... Brother Yun... Sister Mei... so comfortable... so pleasurable... ah... I'm going to... come... come again..."

Xie Yunyue had also reached his climax, and after a few desperate thrusts, he too ejaculated profusely. Both of them reached sexual climax and the peak of desire at the same time. The comfort and pleasure were indescribable, like their souls floating in the clouds.

Jiang Yaohong couldn't wait any longer. Finally, Xie Yunyue reached out his strong hands and pulled her into his arms, his burning lips kissing her rosy lips. The intense kiss almost suffocated her; her heart pounded wildly. Xie Yunyue kissed her face and neck, licking her with his tongue, a sensation both tingling and ticklish. She couldn't help but cling to him tightly, afraid of losing him. Her heart raced, listening to his rapid breathing, alternating between fast and slow. She kissed Xie Yunyue's neck as well, finally losing all feeling; her body seemed to cease to exist, to vanish. She was completely intoxicated by the passionate kiss, spinning endlessly.
"Hongmei, hold me tight," Xie Yunyue whispered.

Jiang Yaohong's fiery passion grew stronger and stronger, like a torrent, like a volcano, about to erupt. She began to feel an increasing need for him, and she started to hug him tightly, harder and harder, her emotions stirring. Suddenly, it erupted like a volcano, uncontrollable. Xie Yunyue gently pressed her onto the bed, embracing her tightly, surrounding her. His warm, moist lips kissed her hungry lips once more. Xie Yunyue

sucked hard, constantly probing and swirling his tongue inside her mouth. He then used his right hand to part her clothes, then undressed her, revealing her breasts, each one larger and firmer than the last. He kneaded them back and forth, then suddenly grasped her nipples, gently pulling them upwards, making her breasts protrude high. Then, he abruptly lowered his throat, causing her nipples to snap downwards. The up-and-down motion created a rhythmic undulation, making her breasts rise and fall.

Xie Yunyue then focused on her breasts, teasing them with all his might, kneading, pinching, pulling, and pressing. Jiang Yaohong's breathing gradually quickened, from slow to fast, her whole body felt weak, and her head moved occasionally. Xie Yunyue saw her breathing quicken and her whole body tremble, knowing that she was deeply aroused and her desire had been awakened. He leaned down, moved a little lower, and placed his head on her nipple, rubbing it with his forehead. Then his right hand moved from her nipple down her body.

Her exquisite curves made her body clearly defined, her waist slender, her buttocks round—truly a masterpiece created by God, an extremely exquisite work of art. When Xie Yunyue's right hand touched her high, full vulva and the concave valley, the feeling was wonderful. Although he had had many sexual experiences, Jiang Yaohong's body still held a great attraction for him. He gently rubbed her vulva and the valley, he rubbed incessantly, and she began to tremble all over, abandoning everything else.

Xie Yunyue spread her legs wide, burying his face in her vulva, licking her bright red vulva. She felt her vagina burning hot. His hands worked perfectly, pulling and twisting her clitoris. Jiang Yaohong felt numb all over, as if she were about to break apart, trembling wildly, the world spinning around her. She gripped the sheets tightly, the sound echoing, shaking the heavens and earth, almost killing her.

"Bite... Brother Yun... stop licking... I can't take it anymore..."

"Brother Yun... let's try something different... I really can't take it anymore... quick... quick..."

Xie Yunyue leaned over her body, aimed his penis at the entrance, and inserted it. He propped himself up with his hands, like a push-up, his legs on the ground with his toes. With a thrust of his hips, "squelch," his penis went in three-quarters of the way. He began to do push-ups, rising and falling, wave after wave pushing forward, one wave after another surging in. Jiang Yaohong felt an iron rod penetrate her body, causing her immense discomfort. Her slender waist trembled uncontrollably as she tried to adjust. The rod pressed against her vagina, making it bulge like a bayonet, causing her pubic hair to stand on end. The entire vaginal wall was stretched taut by the inserted rod, and waves of warmth surged through her.

"Ugh...good...good...ugh...don't stop...it's so itchy...so itchy...more...more...I...I..." Before Jiang Yaohong could finish speaking, Xie Yunyue began thrusting rapidly, as if by telepathy. His hands slipped under her armpits, gripping her arms tightly, his hips pumping vigorously up and down. Each time he withdrew, she felt a void within. When the rod gently rubbed against the entrance, love immediately surged back, and hope was fulfilled. When the rod plunged in deeply, reaching her clitoris, she felt both full and satisfied, and her hope had come true. She couldn't help but tremble and shudder.

Jiang Yaohong cried out, "Ah...ah...Brother Yun...you're so good...so beautiful...so beautiful...bite...bite...I'm almost...almost melting...breaking..." Xie Yunyue, hearing her voice, was not only satisfied but also continued. His penis thrust in and out deeply, repeatedly. The thrusting made her feel incredibly good, her whole body trembling violently.

Jiang Yaohong cried out incessantly, her large buttocks swaying up and down with the rhythm of the thrusts. In the dead of night, all was silent except for the "squelch" and "squelch" sounds of her juices rubbing against his penis, the "slap" and "slap" sounds of their bodies colliding, and their rapid breathing.

These three beautiful, captivating melodies stimulated their blood and fueled their lust even more. Xie Yunyue withdrew his hands, knelt high on the bed, lifted her buttocks, her lower body suspended in the air, her legs tightly gripping his waist, her thighs spread wide. Xie Yunyue thrust and pounded wildly, penetrating and churning, each time reaching the very core, each time hitting her G-spot.

Jiang Yaohong was stimulated by his wild movements and strange posture, her whole body burning, her uterus numb, only able to increase her pleasure by swaying her hips. After repeating this thrusting two or three hundred times, suddenly he thrust in hard, his penis penetrating, the glans pressing fiercely against her G-spot, rubbing vigorously. Every time his hips swayed and rotated, rubbing her most sensitive area, every sway was etched into her mind.

Jiang Yaohong trembled and shivered as she was being rubbed: "Bite... Brother Yun... Good... So good... Thrust harder... Harder... Thrust... Grind harder... Ouch... Hmm... Hmm... Hmm... Oh... Oh... Ugh..."

Her embarrassed, wanton, lewd, and seductive state stimulated Xie Yunyue so much that he held her waist tightly with both hands and refused to let go. He put all his strength into his hips, and his thick, big treasure, without hesitation or mercy, rubbed and rubbed, twisted and twisted with her inside her cave and her flower core, until she was dizzy, her legs were weak, her whole body was shaking, and she was covered in sweat.

Suddenly, Jiang Yaohong felt a surge of urge to urinate, and her uterus contracted in waves. Knowing she couldn't take it anymore, she cried out, "Brother Yun...faster...faster, push harder...faster...shake harder...it's so good...so great...I...can't take it anymore...I'm going to cum...push harder...ah...ah...um...um..." Upon hearing Jiang Yaohong say she was about to cum, Xie Yunyue immediately bent down, grabbed her buttocks with both hands, and thrust and pumped frantically, about thirty or forty times.

Jiang Yaohong cried out, "Oh...oh...Brother Yun...I feel so good...I...oh...so great...I can't take it anymore...ouch...I...I...cum...um...uh..." Strong, powerful contractions rippled through Jiang Yaohong's uterus, waves of inexplicable pleasure spreading throughout her body. Thick, hot semen gushed out with a "sizzle," overflowing from her opening with each thrust.

Stimulated by the vaginal fluid, Xie Yunyue felt a tingling sensation in his glans and a slight ache in his spine. Then, a stream of sticky, hot semen shot out forcefully, drenching Jiang Yaohong's vulva and making her feel numb and itchy all over, almost jumping up. All three felt exhausted, their limbs weak and powerless, too lazy to even move. They fell asleep naked in each other's arms, drifting into a deep dream.

Another spring arrived, and the Zhao family in Cangzhou was brightly decorated for the wedding of "Strange Hand Scholar" Xie Yunyue. There were nine brides: Zhao Lianzhu, Zhou Yue'e, Ni Wanlan, Fu Wan, Jiang Yaohong, Luo Xiangmei, Zhang Xiaoxia, Hu Ruolan, and Gu Yanwen. This was naturally a major event in the martial arts world, and the entire city of Cangzhou was abuzz with excitement for a whole month.

On the night of the wedding, after finally finishing entertaining the guests, Xie Yunyue hurriedly entered Zhao Lianzhu's room in the backyard. All nine women were there, and Xie Yunyue was overjoyed. He lifted the red veils of each of them, and indeed they were nine beautiful flowers. After drinking the nuptial wine with each of them, the wedding ceremony was finally completed. Faced with nine beautiful wives, Xie Yunyue was in a dilemma. Who should he spend the night with?
Unexpectedly, the women had already made up their minds. Luo Xiangmei, being the eldest, smiled and said to Xie Yunyue, "Brother Yun, are you worried about which room to go to tonight?"

Xie Yunyue smiled sheepishly and said, "Having many wives is troublesome." The women giggled.

Luo Xiangmei giggled and said, "Don't worry, Brother Yun, we sisters have already come up with a plan."

Xie Yunyue was touched and surprised, and asked, "Oh, what plan?"

Luo Xiangmei giggled and said, "All nine of us sisters have already been slept with by you, and we'll all face the same problem in the future. We've already discussed it, and from now on, two of our sisters will accompany you every day. Are you satisfied?"

Xie Yunyue laughed and said, "Then I won't have time to sleep every day."

The women giggled again, and Luo Xiangmei laughed and said, "The bliss of having multiple wives isn't so easy to enjoy." She paused for a moment, and then continued, "Tonight, Fu Wan and Zhang Xiaoxia will accompany you." After saying that, she said to the women, "Now let's escort the bride and groom to their bridal chamber."

The women rushed forward, and Xie Yunyue, Fu Wan, and Zhang Xiaoxia were escorted to Fu Wan's room. Luo Xiangmei smiled and said to the three of them, "A moment of bliss on the wedding night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, so we sisters won't disturb you any longer." With that, she giggled and led the other women out of the room and closed the door.

Looking at his two youngest wives, Xie Yunyue felt a surge of happiness. He smiled and embraced them, asking softly, "Are you tired?" The two women shook their heads.

Fu Wan tilted her head back and said sweetly, "Brother Yun, this all feels like a dream. I can't believe I could become Brother Yun's wife one day. It's so wonderful."

Zhang Xiaoxia also said softly, "Yes, Brother Yun, I feel unworthy of you. I can't compare to all the sisters. Brother Yun, you're so good to me."

Xie Yunyue smiled and kissed Zhang Xiaoxia, saying, "Silly girl, don't say such silly things again. From now on, all nine of you sisters are my wives. I will treat you all equally. Each of you is equally important to me, and I love each and every one of you the same. Silly girl, promise your brother that you will never say such silly things again, and you can't even have such thoughts. Can you do that?"

"Brother Yun, Xiaoxia will listen to you. Everything Xiaoxia has is yours, oh..." Her little mouth was silenced, and a great battle began... Zhang Xiaoxia was already naked and lying on the bed. At this moment, she was filled with lust, her whole body trembling. She was so beautiful and alluring. Her pubic hair was thick, black, coarse, and long, completely covering her mons pubis. Below, a barely visible slit of flesh revealed her rosy mons pubis, the slit glistening with moisture. Her labia minora opened and closed, like a small mouth.

Xie Yunyue spread her legs apart, first kissing the entrance with his lips, then licking and sucking her labia majora and minora with the tip of his tongue, licking and brushing them for a while, before gently biting her clitoris with his teeth.

"Ah...ah...ouch...Brother Yun...you're going to kill...Xiaoxia...ouch..." Zhang Xiaoxia was so aroused by Xie Yunyue's licking that her buttocks kept twisting, her hands grabbing Xie Yunyue's hair, her buttocks thrusting upwards and swaying from side to side.

"Ah...oh...Brother Yun...Xiaoxia...can't take it anymore...you...lick...lick...Xiaoxia...is so itchy all over...Xiaoxia is going to...come..." Xie Yunyue used his tongue to suck and lick, and a stream of hot, sticky fluid flowed out of her like a stream. She trembled all over, bent her legs, raised her buttocks higher, and made her mons pubis protrude even more.

Brother Yun mounted her, holding his big treasure, and first used the big glans to rub against his mons pubis for a while, making Zhang Xiaoxia cry out unbearably itchy: "Good Brother Yun...don't rub anymore...Xiaoxia is so itchy inside...quick...quickly put your big treasure in...to stop the itch for your sister...please...hurry up..." Xie Yunyue saw her lewd appearance and knew that she had already come once when he licked and bit her earlier, and was now in a state of excitement, urgently needing his big treasure to thrust hard and hard to satisfy the lust in his heart.

“Bad brother… Xiaoxia is so itchy… and you’re still teasing your sister… hurry up and put it in… it’s driving me crazy… hurry… hurry up…” Xie Yunyue dared not hesitate any longer, and immediately aimed his big treasure at the hole and thrust it in hard. With a “whoosh,” he rammed it all the way in, the head of his big penis pressing against the depths of her flower.

“Ouch… Xiaoxia is so swollen…”

“Brother Yun… you’re so cruel… you don’t care whether your sister can take it… or not… you just thrust it all the way in… you almost killed Xiaoxia… I’m so afraid of you… yet I love you… my little devil… ah…”

Xie Yunyue comforted her: “Xiaoxia, I hurt you, I deserve to die.”

Seeing Xie Yunyue comforting her gently, Zhang Xiaoxia smiled charmingly: “How could Xiaoxia blame her brother? Now start moving slowly, don’t use too much force, my little hole is still a little swollen.” Xie Yunyue began to gently thrust in and out, and she also twisted her buttocks to cooperate with Xie Yunyue’s thrusting.

"Mmm...so beautiful...Brother Yun...Xiaoxia's little hole is being...made so comfortable by your...big treasure...good brother...faster..."

"Oh...Brother Yun...your treasure is touching my flower core...ah...your big treasure is killing me...I'm going to give it to you again...oh...so comfortable..." A gush of hot, lustful fluid shot out.

Xie Yunyue felt his glans being scalded by the hot, lustful fluid, feeling incredibly comfortable. He changed to a fierce and aggressive tactic, thrusting forcefully, grinding against the flower core, three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, inserting the flower from both sides, using all his moves. Xiaoxia tightly embraced her lover with both hands and feet, and the sounds of her lustful fluid "plop, plop" as her big treasure was pulled out and inserted were endless.
"Oh... Brother Yun... Sister... You... You... You're killing me... Good brother... You little devil... Oh... Xiaoxia is dying... Ah..." She felt an indescribable pleasure, so comfortable that she almost went crazy, holding Xie Yunyue tightly, twisting and shaking her buttocks violently.

"Oh... Good brother... It's so pleasurable... Ah... Xiaoxia... It feels so good... I'm going to fly... Brother Yun... You're my darling... Xiaoxia can't take it anymore... I want it again... Ah..."

Xie Yunyue thrust and pounded hard, and after a moment, Xiaoxia's flower core bit Xie Yunyue's large glans, sucking and licking it fiercely, as if a fleshy ring was wrapped around his glans. That feeling was truly infinitely wonderful. At this moment, Xiaoxia's arms and legs were too weak to hold Xie Yunyue tightly anymore due to the repeated thrusts. Her whole body was limp on the bed, and her appearance was exceptionally charming.

Just as Xie Yunyue was enjoying his thrusting, she suddenly stopped moving. Unable to bear it any longer, Xie Yunyue spread her legs apart, lifted them onto his shoulders, grabbed a pillow, placed it under her large buttocks, and began thrusting his large member relentlessly. Xiaoxia, subjected to Xie Yunyue's intense thrusting, swayed her head from side to side, her hair flying wildly, her whole body trembling, moaning lasciviously: "Oh...good brother...no...put my legs down...ah...Xiaoxia's uterus is going to...going to be pierced by your big member...you rascal...Xiaoxia can't take it...oh...you're going to kill me...I'm going to die..."

"Good sister...bear with it...brother...I'm about to cum...move quickly..." Zhang Xiaoxia knew her lover was also about to climax, so she mustered her remaining strength, desperately twisting her plump buttocks and using her vaginal muscles to suckle and release his large member.

"Ah... good brother... sister... it's coming again... ah..."

"Ah... Xia sister... good sister... brother also came... ah..." Both of them reached sexual climax at the same time, hugging each other tightly, panting heavily, their souls flying away.

Soon, Fu Wan, completely naked, got into bed. Xie Yunyue then held her two large, delicate breasts, as white as snow and jade, in his hands. Fu Wan felt a tingling, itchy sensation as his hands caressed her breasts, and she began to sway her body. This movement caused her nipples to spring and sway. Xie Yunyue felt her large breasts about to fall, and his lust immediately ignited.

He squeezed and played with them forcefully, but his hands felt like they were holding two light balloons, tight and swollen. While playing with them, he pressed his fingers against her nipples, constantly flicking and rubbing them. A woman's breasts naturally have a mutual connection with her vulva. Whenever a man's hands grasp and knead her breasts, her lust intensifies, and her vulva naturally produces vaginal fluids, which is uncontrollable. Therefore, no matter how beautiful a woman is, once her breasts fall into a man's hands, her thoughts will naturally follow suit, and she will become aroused.

At this moment, after being played with like this, Fu Wan felt her vulva flowing with lustful fluids. At the same time, her desire was aroused and flourished, and she felt an unbearable itch in her heart. Xie Yunyue noticed that Fu Wan's face was flushed. With a smile full of spring breeze, he immediately put his other hand down along her abdomen. He parted the thick pubic hair and kept rubbing and kneading the tips of her labia—her clitoris.

After his touch, Fu Wan felt a special kind of pleasure seep into her heart, making her desire burn even more intensely, and a flirtatious look appeared on her face. She leaned her head against Xie Yunyue's arm, making soft moans like "Ee...uh...ee...uh..."

Her voluptuous hips swayed, her legs kicking wildly. She reached out and grabbed his penis, finding it as hard as steel and as hot as fire. The heat of his penis against her palm felt incredibly comfortable, and she felt a surge of masculine warmth.

The temperature of his penis aroused her desire, causing her heart to pound rapidly. She gripped his penis tightly, sliding it up and down, manipulating it. Fu Wan gently rubbed the glans with her thumb, sometimes teasing the urethral opening, further fueling Xie Yunyue's lust until it became uncontrollable.

Seeing her beautiful eyes, Xie Yunyue was so aroused he practically spitting fire. Her eyes opened and closed as if in greeting, her small red lips parting and closing, her breath coming in soft moans that reached his ears. Her slender waist swayed uncontrollably, and even her full, round buttocks swayed and turned. He couldn't resist, lowering his head and kissing her forcefully. Their lips met, locked in a tight, inseparable kiss.

Fu Wan then pushed her delicate tongue into his mouth. Xie Yunyue sucked on her tongue, and in an instant, they both entered a blissful state. After this teasing, Fu Wan couldn't bear it any longer, her whole body trembling violently.

Fu Wan then placed her vulva against Xie Yunyue's penis, inserting it into her vagina. The insertion of his penis brought her boundless pleasure and comfort. So she automatically welcomed her penis with her vulva, thrusting in and out relentlessly, rubbing against it. The friction between her penis and vulva produced soft, squelching sounds.

Fu Wan's pale back, her waist and buttocks, swayed back and forth. Xie Yunyue, seeing this, knew her lust had reached its peak. He himself was panting heavily, sweating profusely as he relentlessly thrust his penis into her. She, too, exerted all her strength, her buttocks rising and falling, the squelching sounds incessant. Xie Yunyue forcefully thrust his penis into

her vulva, and Fu Wan continued to thrust her hips harder, pushing and pushing. Fu Wan held Xie Yunyue tightly, crying out, "Oh...oh..."
Her waist swayed frequently as she exclaimed, "Brother Yun...oh...this way of playing...is so...fun...your treasure is inside...me...oh...my vulva...it's so hot and itchy...but it seems...not...harder...inserting...deeper...deeper...we should...change...ways...inserting...penetrating..." As soon as she finished speaking, her pink buttocks recoiled, and she turned around.

She sat up, parted her two snow-white legs, and returned them to the bed, taking out a towel to wipe herself. Because Fu Wan's legs were spread wide, her vulva was swollen with moisture, like a stream after rain, a beautiful vulva, like spring mud covered in dew, the lustful fluids pooling here and there, a white, slippery, and sticky mess.

However, after wiping with her towel, the exquisite, undulating beauty was revealed again. Her plump vulva, with its central red slit, as red as cinnabar, became even more vibrant and pleasing to the eye after being teased. What a beautiful and alluring fleshy cave! Fu Wan was charming and seductive, her allure captivating. After wiping her plump vulva, Fu Wan stretched her back and got off the bed, seemingly brimming with spring-like desire.

Fu Wan grasped his manhood with her jade-like hand, her expression indescribably seductive. Her watery, pretty eyes also seemed half-open and half-closed with a seductive air, and her hand lovingly caressed his manhood, a mixture of love and resentment evident in her fair, rosy face. She wrapped one arm around his neck and lifted her left jade-like leg. Xie Yunyue then wrapped his right arm around Fu Wan's leg and reached out with his left hand to encircle her waist. At this moment,

Fu Wan lowered her left hand, grasped his erect manhood, and guided it to her vagina. When Fu Wan brought his penis to the entrance of her vagina, he thrust his hips forward forcefully, causing her to cry out, "Ouch...ouch...Brother Yun...you're hurting my little hole...it's burning...take it slow..." After she finished speaking, she automatically spread her labia wide with her fingers, bringing her vulva closer, and then gently rubbed and massaged his glans with her labia.

At this moment, Fu Wan felt his glans was hot and burning, making her labia feel incredibly pleasurable. The stimulation caused her vaginal fluids to flow out continuously. However, after Fu Wan's gentle rubbing, Xie Yunyue's glans also felt as if it were being rubbed by a warm, soft, and tingling flower, making it itch.

Xie Yunyue then thrust his hips forward again, and with a "squelch," his penis entered. Fu Wan felt as if a thick, red-hot iron rod had been inserted into her vagina, long and reaching deep into her core. His thrust alone filled her vagina completely, as his member slid along the vaginal walls, reaching her very core.

Fu Wan involuntarily trembled, and her vaginal fluids flowed out like a surging spring tide. She moaned softly, the highs and lows, the intermittent sounds, quite melodious. At this moment, Xie Yunyue thrust his hips rhythmically, kissing Fu Wan's cheeks haphazardly.

Because Fu Wan's legs were raised high, her vaginal canal narrowed considerably. His large member filled her vaginal cavity completely, to the very root. Each insertion was intimate, leaving no part outside, thoroughly penetrating her, thus stretching her vagina until it was swollen and without any gap. His extra-large penis, with each thrust, scraped in and out, kissing her clitoris, giving her a strange and intensifying pleasure that only increased.

When Xie Yunyue's large penis entered, Fu Wan's labia were forced open, separating. At that moment, her vaginal fluids flowed down her jade-like legs, dripping onto the ground. However, Xie Yunyue's penis was also trapped by Fu Wan's narrow vagina, unable to escape. During thrusting, the tender flesh of his glans rubbed against her warm and slippery uterus. The vaginal walls creased slightly, creating a tingling, itchy sensation that traveled from his glans to his heart, and both of them felt boundless pleasure and wonder.

Both of them, without prior arrangement, began to shake their buttocks vigorously. Fu Wan cried out with delight, "Oh... Brother Yun... my heart... is so itchy from what you're doing... oh... it's so hot... your deadly treasure... is making my flower heart itchy and sore... oh... I'm so happy... so happy... I'm dying..."

Xie Yunyue, hearing her continuous seductive words, also panted and, with a low, strange voice, called out, "Sister Wan... your flower heart... is like a flower... " "Like this... sucking on my precious head... oh... sucking... sucking... so... so... itchy... it's really... amazing... you have so much water... so much... making my thighs... all wet... Wan-mei... this... is really fun... just what I want... so wonderful..."

They thrust wildly, making Fu Wan's vagina make "squeak" and "gurgle" sounds, instantly filling the house with lewd noises. The two were dazed and their minds were wandering. Xie Yunyue's penis was erect and strong, standing tall and majestic. Fu Wan softly cried out, "Brother Yun... this... this... I can't... it's so itchy..." Hearing this cry, Xie Yunyue couldn't resist such temptation and began to thrust again.

Xie Yunyue held her waist tightly with both hands, and then inserted his penis all the way into her vagina, rubbing it up and down, left and right. His erect penis, as straight as a stick, was thrusting inside Fu Wan's vagina. It rubbed and pried around, causing her vagina to tremble and shake. His thick pubic hair constantly rubbed against Fu Wan's labia and clitoris, and this sudden stimulation caused her vaginal fluids to flow profusely, making her moan with pleasure.

Fu Wan slapped Xie Yunyue's buttocks, urging him to thrust harder. Xie Yunyue was already exhausted and panting, but his buttocks continued to rotate, tremble, and quiver, making Fu Wan cry out in pleasure, "Brother Yun...no...it's terrible...my...back...is about to...break..." After saying this, Fu Wan pushed Xie Yunyue back onto the bed to continue.
Seeing this, Xie Yunyue, feeling tired from standing for so long, released his hold on her and withdrew his penis. He saw Fu Wan stand up straight, stretch her legs, twist her waist, and exhale a sigh of relief. Xie Yunyue also bent over, turned his head, shook his hands, loosened his muscles, and rested.

He sat down in a chair, forcefully pulling Fu Wan into his lap. He spread his legs, positioning her between them. Then, he lifted Fu Wan's left leg and inserted his erect penis diagonally into her vagina. He held her tightly, preventing her from slipping out.

Fu Wan sat on his lap, pressing down. Taking advantage of the situation, Xie Yunyue used his waist strength to lift his penis slightly upwards, thrusting it all the way to her core. After Xie Yunyue thrust a few times, Fu Wan was overjoyed and began to move her hips in rhythm with her own. Fu Wan

also wrapped one hand around Xie Yunyue's neck, while the other hand played with Xie Yunyue's pubic hair. Xie Yunyue, in turn, held her thigh with one hand and her slender waist with the other, sucking on her nipples, from the left to the right. At this moment, Fu Wan, filled with lust and a seductive smile, lowered her head and kissed Xie Yunyue tightly. After a while of this thrusting and pounding, the sounds of impact, "squeak," "chirp," and

so on, filled the room, filling it with wanton moans and lewd sounds. These sounds reached Xie Yunyue's ears, filling him with indescribable joy. Fu Wan forced herself to suppress her pleasure, and as she continued, she became drenched in sweat, panting softly. Xie Yunyue's enormous penis filled her vagina completely, thrusting in and out, rubbing and grinding against her vaginal walls with each stroke. Because of his large penis, each time it reached its hilt, it hit her G-spot. She couldn't help but moan softly, her pretty eyes half-open, only a slit remaining.

"Oh... Brother Yun... don't suck my nipples anymore... ah... ouch... I... I feel so sore... sore... it hurts... your damn penis... it's rubbing my G-spot... my G-spot is numb... so numb... look... I don't even know how much you've made me wet... Brother Yun... you're so amazing... I'm so happy you're fucking me like this... you're making me so happy..." This time, with each thrust, Fu Wan cried out incessantly.

Xie Yunyue continued to fondle her with his hands and mouth. After a long while, the seductive Fu Wan suddenly broke free from Xie Yunyue's embrace and twisted him. She slid off his penis, which was still inside her, and walked limply to the bedside. She leaned down and looked at Xie Yunyue with her alluring eyes, saying, "Brother Yun, let me rest for a bit. We can do it again in bed later, shall we?"

"Alright."

"I really can't take it anymore now. Please have mercy on me."

Xie Yunyue was overjoyed to see her begging for mercy and said, "You've finally surrendered and admitted defeat." So, he went to bed, embraced her, who was covered in sweat and weak, and lay down with her for a temporary rest.

At this moment, Fu Wan closed her eyes, breathed softly, and remained motionless. But Xie Yunyue opened his eyes wide, looking around at her body, admiring its beauty. Her body was soft and fair, as white as snow. A faint rosy hue peeked through her snow-white skin. Her high, shapely thighs were round and firm. Her waist was slender like a willow swaying in the wind, yet supple like a snake. Her buttocks were round and firm, plump and full, every part displaying health and curvaceous beauty.

Xie Yunyue found her increasingly adorable, his desire burning within him, and unexpectedly, he felt a surge of lust. After a moment, taking advantage of her unconsciousness, he positioned his enormous member against her vulva and thrust forcefully, penetrating her once more. Fu Wan, having finally caught her breath, struggled desperately when he inserted his member again. But Xie Yunyue, seeing her struggle, had already embraced her, lying on his back on the bed, his legs wrapped tightly around hers, his arms around her back, preventing her from escaping. This positioned him on his back, with Fu Wan on top of him.

Fu Wan lay slumped against him, seemingly exhausted and unable to move. Seeing that she had stopped struggling but still appeared weary, Xie Yunyue raised his buttocks and began to thrust. After a moment of this, Xie Yunyue felt an unusual strain and cried out, "Wan-meimei, help me with my treasure, use your vagina to move it up and down."

But Fu Wan was already powerless, panting as she replied, "Brother Yun, you've exhausted all my strength today. Let me rest a little longer before we have another round of lovemaking." But Xie Yunyue ignored her and continued his thrusting. He supported her arms, forcefully lifting and pressing her down, wildly thrusting and pulling.

At this moment, the sound of water splashing filled the air, and their lust was aroused again. Fu Wan, seemingly drawing strength from nowhere, frantically moved up and down, manipulating his large member. Fu Wan stopped her up-and-down movements and instead began to vigorously rotate her hips back and forth, side to side. She spun with increasing fervor, ignoring her injured vulva, and used brute force. Her vigorous rubbing caused Xie Yunyue's glans to tingle, and he cried out, "Ouch...I...it's so itchy...I'm about to come...I'm coming...I'm coming...I'm coming..."

Xie Yunyue held Fu Wan's body even tighter, and with each tremor, his semen finally came out. As the semen gushed out, Fu Wan's vulva felt like it had been scalded by boiling water; her clitoris burned with a sharp, pleasurable sensation. All three of them were exhausted. They lay limply on the bed, embracing each other, and fell into a deep sleep, ending their long and arduous honeymoon.

From then on, the name "Strange-Handed Scholar" in the martial arts world was gradually forgotten, and Xie Yunyue no longer cared about the affairs of the martial arts world. He spent his days with his nine beautiful wives, living a life of "enviable lovers, not immortals": "A great hero, retired to the mountains and forests, laughing proudly at the rivers and mountains, with beauties by his side, what could be more delightful!"

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