Ten Years of Lone Sword and Vast Sea Alliance [Complete] - 4

Chapter Four: Two Outstanding Female Attendants, Divine Might Unmatched, A Few Words Defeat the Hero.

Let's recount what happened earlier: Seeing that Zhou Yue'e was unable to gain the upper hand after a long struggle, the old man with the white beard changed his stance, unleashing the world-renowned "Bone-Piercing Cold Wind Palm." Zhou Yue'e felt a chilling, bone-deep force, almost suffocating her, making it impossible for her to thrust her whip. Startled, Zhou Yue'e, in a moment of quick thinking, fiercely flicked her wrist, releasing the whip and aiming it at the old man with the white beard. The old man saw a... The black whip flashed and flew over. The palm strike paused for a moment, then the hand swung and scooped it up, which was then thrown aside. The palm strike did not stop for a moment, and the wind and clouds surged and pressed forward step by step. In the martial arts world, there are very few ordinary experts who can withstand ten moves from the old man with the gray beard. Normally, it would not take ten moves to deal with Zhou Yue'e. However, overnight, Zhou Yue'e received guidance from Xie Yunyue, and her strength increased tenfold. Although it was just a little agility and skill, it was not something to be underestimated.

After Zhou Yue'e threw away the horsewhip, she took advantage of the old man with the gray beard's momentary lapse in concentration and swiftly changed her movements, using the "Nine Palaces Positive and Negative Yin-Yang Steps" technique she had just learned. Her hand techniques also changed to the "Eight-Nine Bells" seventy-two moves. As she unleashed this, the old man with the gray beard became more and more frightened as he fought. This was because once he unleashed his "Bone-Piercing Cold Wind Palm," even a martial arts master would not be able to dodge it within ten feet. Now, even though he was only using half of his palm power against Zhou Yue'e, how could he let this girl dodge it so easily?

The palm strike was just half an inch away from me, but what a coincidence! In the blink of an eye, the girl shifted her position. I could hardly see her move at all. She was on the left one moment, and on the right the next, and in the blink of an eye, she was behind me. I could hardly tell where the palm strike came from. What was even more astonishing was the girl's technique. Although it was somewhat similar to the "Eight-Nine Exquisite Techniques" rarely used in the martial arts world, it was even more extraordinary. Flying Dragon Palm, acupoint striking, and grappling techniques were interchanged and passed on, especially with an unknown technique. As the girl's movements became intricate and complex, the strikes were dazzling. Several times, the palm strikes touched my wrist and shoulder, causing a slight numbness.

Zhao Lianzhu's previously anxious heart finally settled down. She was deeply grateful to Xie Yunyue. Having observed from the sidelines, she had also grasped many of the subtleties of the footwork and techniques. Her beautiful eyes noticed the Yin-Yang Twin Swords' slightly parted mouths, their four ghostly eyes shifting uncertainly, and their faces sinister and terrifying. Realizing the Yin-Yang Twin Swords looked familiar, she swayed her body, took two steps forward, and said with a melodious laugh, "The Yin-Yang Twin Swords of Mount Hua are renowned throughout the world. Would you like to see them, young lady?"

The Taoist Yifei's face turned cold as he said, "Since you wish to see them, please bring your swords over." With a flick of his wrist, the long sword clattered from its sheath behind him. Holding it in his hand, he swung it against the wind, and countless golden snakes appeared, swarming across the sky and earth—truly living up to its reputation.

Zhao Lianzhu gracefully retreated three feet, laughing sweetly, "I've long admired the Yin-Yang Twin Swords for their combined strength, but I've never heard of them attacking alone. Could it be that you two Daoists are too disdainful to offer your guidance?"

These words, seemingly flattering yet subtly sarcastic, were incredibly cunning. Daoist Yiqing was furious, his anger reaching its peak. He hastily drew his sword and charged forward, pointing his finger and cursing, "You brat, how much skill do you possess to dare to act so arrogantly before the Yin-Yang Twin Swords?" He then turned to Daoist Yifei and said, "Yifei, let's capture this girl first."

Zhao Lianzhu smiled and said, "Not necessarily." Her sword was already drawn from her shoulder, and she added, "Please, you two, come at me. Should I give you three moves?"

The Yin-Yang Twin Swords were even more enraged. They split up and unleashed a sword strike, light and agile, two blue rainbows advancing in a fan shape towards the girl's left and right ribs, incredibly fierce. The girl chuckled lightly, executing the Nine Palaces Step in a flash, breaking free from the Yin-Yang Twin Swords' circle. With a swift wrist flick, she unleashed a "Dragon Leaps from the Abyss," rising from below with two sharp clangs. The Yin-Yang Twin Swords were almost drawn, yet the force of the attack forced Qing and Fei to retreat a step. Zhao Lianzhu was greatly surprised. She had incorporated the "Eight-Nine Exquisite Technique" Flying Dragon Palm style into her swordplay, but she hadn't anticipated such power. She parried the attack and immediately followed up with two more sword strikes. A shower of silver light and countless golden stars relentlessly pressed towards the Yin-Yang Twin Swords' position.

The Yin-Yang Twin Swords, on the other hand, were utterly shocked. With their combined swordplay and prestige, they were practically unmatched. How could they have encountered this girl today, whose movements and swordplay were so unexpectedly powerful? With just one move, almost sustaining injuries, the two were enraged. They exchanged a secret signal, their swords moving in perfect unison, one forward and one backward. The swords created a fan-shaped wave of energy, their tips emitting wisps of internal energy. Each strike was aimed directly at Zhao Lianzhu's front, back, left, and right. Zhao Lianzhu, relying on her "Nine Palaces Yin-Yang Steps," only moved within the sword tips. No matter how sharp the Yin-Yang swords were, they only grazed past the girl's shoulders. The girl's sword, however, was not idle; each strike was aimed at the vital acupoints on the chest and shoulders of the two. At some point, Chen Wenhan, Hu Tiansheng, and two skilled fighters invited from the manor had their acupoints released and stood watching from the sidelines.

Over there, the old man with the white beard and Zhou Yue'e had already exchanged dozens of blows. The old man with the white beard had never encountered such an embarrassing situation in his life. As a famous figure, he had spent so much effort on a girl, yet he hadn't even touched the hem of her clothes. This enraged him so much that his eyebrows bristled. He unleashed his "Bone-Piercing Cold Wind Palm" with all his might. In an instant, dust filled the sky, flowers and trees flew everywhere, and even a large tree with a diameter of a bowl was broken. The crashing sound was chaotic and the power was truly astonishing.

Zhou Yue'e also relied on the "Nine Palaces Yin-Yang Steps" to escape the palm strike circle. The power of this footwork is so unpredictable that it makes it impossible for the opponent to pinpoint her location. She disappears like smoke in an instant. However, Zhou Yue'e was not experienced enough to sustain this for long. At this moment, she was forced to move east and west by the palm strike of the old man with the white beard. She was sweating profusely and was obviously running out of strength. Zhao Lianzhu was not in the same situation. However, Zhao Lianzhu's skill was much more refined than Zhou Yue'e's, so she could still hold her own for a while.

At this moment, a clear and melodious long howl suddenly rang out from a large tree a foot in diameter to the west. A black shadow flashed by amidst the howl. The old man with the white beard and the Yin-Yang Twin Swords were startled by the sound. Upon hearing the howl, they knew the newcomer possessed extraordinary internal strength; otherwise, such a clear and melodious sound would be impossible. They quickly withdrew their attacks and floated out of the circle. They saw that the newcomer was dressed in black, with a deathly pale face, completely different from the skin below his neck. They couldn't discern whether he was wearing a leather mask, but they felt the newcomer was sinister and terrifying, and the two nations' spirits shone brightly. Upon seeing the newcomer, Zhao Zhou and the other two women smiled broadly, happily retreating to where Chen Wenhan and the others stood, their beautiful eyes fixed on Xie Yunyue.

Xie Yunyue arrived when Zhou Yue'e and the old man with the gray beard started fighting, thinking, "I can't help but see how skilled Miss Zhou is in martial arts." He then saw her use the whip techniques and footwork he had taught her to fight. Although slightly clumsy, she used them with ease, provoking the renowned old man with the gray beard to roar in anger. He was pleased with this. He then noticed Chen Wenhan and the others lying on the ground, seemingly having had their pressure points sealed. He leaped over several large trees and used his mid-air pressure point release technique to release the four men's pressure points.

Chen Wenhan and the others, unaware of who had rescued them, stood up in a daze, leaving the empty-handed Xu Yi utterly astonished. Zhao Lianzhu also fought against the Yin-Yang Twin Swords. Xie Yunyue watched from a tree, feeling that the two girls were exceptionally intelligent, learning quickly and easily. He grew increasingly pleased, like a teacher admiring a student's masterpiece. Later, seeing that the two girls were struggling, he climbed down.

Upon seeing Xie Yunyue, the Yin-Yang Twin Swords, Yi Fei and Yi Qing, immediately said, "Are you perhaps the one who injured my junior brother, the One-Finger Demon Lu Yuantong, last night? My junior brother has never had any past grievances or deep-seated hatred with you. Why did you attack so ruthlessly, crippling all of my junior brother's martial arts? What is the reason?"

Xie Yunyue snorted and coldly laughed, "Your junior brother has a bad reputation. I acted on behalf of Heaven to punish him. What's wrong with that? Sparing his life is already being polite. Are you two trying to settle scores for him?"

The Yin-Yang Twin Swords had just heard Qin Lu from Liehuo Xing say that this strange man's martial arts were bizarre. During the conversation, they secretly exchanged glances and took the initiative to make their move. They knew that in a battle between masters, falling behind by one move meant defeat. So, as soon as Xie Yunyue finished speaking, they used the Meridian Step to split their bodies and quickly launched three attacks. The Yin-Yang Twin Swords wielded the "Inverted Yin-Yang Five Elements Sword" technique. One was clear, the other not; they moved erratically, one in front, one behind, one forward, one backward, their movements fluid and unpredictable. Their swords emitted beams of light like fans, attacking Xie Yunyue's vital acupoints.

The wonder of this "Inverted Yin-Yang Five Elements Sword" technique lay in the combined power of the two swords, their reversal and counter-movement making it impossible for the attacker to find a way to counter or escape the sword's circle. Once a move was unleashed, the silver light surged forward like the spring tide of the Qiantang River, sometimes even arriving before the first. It was truly unpredictable and miraculous. Relying on this technique, countless renowned heroes of the martial world had fallen victim to this "Inverted Yin-Yang Five Elements Sword."

What is particularly astonishing is that the potential unleashed by the two swords is different for each. If the opponent senses that one sword is stronger than the other, and focuses their attack on the weaker one, they will be easily fooled. Because the initial move is weak, it lures the opponent into attacking. In an instant, the second move transforms into an incomparably fierce potential, surpassing the initial move and pressing down. The opponent will inevitably be defeated immediately. Furthermore, when the two swords are wielded rapidly, the curved grooves on the blades will emit a soul-stirring whistling sound, making it impossible for the opponent to concentrate. It is extremely dangerous.

Seeing that the Yin-Yang Twin Swords disregarded the rules of martial arts combat and launched a preemptive attack, Xie Yunyue couldn't help but sneer. He subtly used the "Mysterious Seven Star Steps," and in a flash, he had escaped the sword circle. He shouted, "So this is the renowned Yin-Yang Twin Swords of the martial world! Attacking with flying swords without warning—is this the unique rule of your Huashan Sect?"

The two, Yi Qing and Yi Fei, hadn't seen him move at all, yet he had escaped the sword circle. They were astonished. Upon hearing this, their faces turned completely red. Yi Fei Daoist said, "Amitabha! We, the humble Daoists, wish to witness your unparalleled skills, and thus..." "You acted too quickly. In that case, please draw your weapons."

Xie Yunyue chuckled and said, "I haven't used weapons for many years, so I'll play with you empty-handed."

Upon hearing this, not only were the Yin-Yang Twin Swords terrified, but even the Fiery Eyes of the Cang-Bearded Strange Old Man, the leader of the Thirteen Evils, revealed a look of astonishment. Why was Xie Yunyue so arrogant? He had his reasons. When he first entered the martial world, he did not yet know the depth of the skills of these martial arts masters, so he concealed half of his power to avoid being discovered, which would somewhat hinder his future revenge.

Since arriving in Zhou Weicheng, Xie Yunyue had encountered numerous martial arts masters, each possessing unique strengths. He knew that ordinary martial arts would be insufficient to contend with them. However, the origins of the Maitreya Divine Skill and the Eighteen Discourses of Xuanyuan were unknown to anyone. Why not seize this opportunity to reveal their skills and gain fame? Furthermore, martial arts are like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind. It would be better to observe the opponent's skill level and then use these two unique skills to hone his understanding, gradually comprehending their mysteries. He had just witnessed Zhao Lianzhu and Zhou Yue'e using his transmitted techniques to deal with the infamous demon with ease, demonstrating the rarity of his martial arts.

The Yin-Yang Twin Swordsmen's expressions changed, and they both performed a sword incantation. Sword light flashed again as they raised their wrists. Xie Yunyue gave a silent snort, his feet firmly planted on the "Seven Star Steps of Xuantian." His movements were as fluid as flowing water, weaving in and out of the sword waves, his hands remaining still, a slight smile on his face. The Yin-Yang Twin Swords launched a fierce attack with combined force for over ten moves. Although their swordsmanship was unparalleled and bizarre, Xie Yunyue's movement was equally extraordinary. In the blink of an eye, he would shift positions, disappearing on one side and reappearing on the other. As Xie Yunyue's "Mysterious Seven Star Steps" reached its peak, dozens of images of Xie Yunyue would appear before their eyes, making it impossible to discern which was real and which was an illusion. The twin swordsmen were at a loss as to where to attack. Yi Qing and Yi Fei looked at each other in dismay, tightening their swordsmanship even more, focusing only on defense and not offense, striving to protect themselves.

At this moment, Xie Yunyue let out a long laugh, flicked his wrists, and two screams were heard. Suddenly, the Yin-Yang Twin Swordsmen were sent flying back five or six zhang away. Yi Qing and Yi Fei both held their right wrists with their left hands, their faces ashen and covered in sweat, clearly seriously injured. Xie Yunyue, however, now held two swords in his hands, which gleamed in the morning sun. The Yin-Yang Twin Swords, Yi Fei and Yi Qing, didn't actually retreat from the circle on their own. Xie Yunyue used the "Sun and Moon Enter the Embrace" technique from the "Eighteen Disarming Techniques of Xuanyuan" to seize their wrists, flicking and pushing them away. This technique was as swift as lightning; even the leader of the Thirteen Evils, the Cangxu Strange Old Man, couldn't see it clearly, let alone the others. His technique was subtly clever; his middle finger pressed on the "Jingqu" acupoint of the Yin-Yang Twin Swords, paralyzing their power. Yi Qing and Yi Fei felt a strange numbness in their right arms, unable to move an inch. However, they couldn't completely immobilize themselves. But with the slightest movement of their joints, a weak and languid feeling shot straight to their spines, leaving them stuck there, only able to gasp for breath.

Yue Lianzhu and Zhou Yue'e had rarely seen someone with such miraculous power before. They had only heard about it before, but now they saw it with their own eyes. Their four almond-shaped eyes were round and large, and their hearts were filled with sweetness and envy. Xie Yunyue summoned Chen Wenhan and whispered instructions for him to go to the east shed, telling Zhou Weicheng and the others not to leave without permission. He assured Chen Wenhan and the two young ladies that he and the others could handle the situation. Chen Wenhan readily agreed and turned to leave with Hu Tiansheng and the other two. Xie Yunyue didn't even glance at Yi Qing and Yi Fei, but instead looked down at the two swords in his hands, chuckling coldly, "What Yin-Yang Twin Swords? Trying to show off your skills here."

As he spoke, Xie Yunyue pinched his fingers together, and with a series of "cracks," the two swords broke into four pieces and fell to the ground. He then looked up at the old man with the white beard and laughed, "Old monster, you are ranked first among the Thirteen Evils, a figure of some standing in the martial arts world. How could you associate with such petty scoundrels? You seem to be nothing more than a shameless and despicable rat." Then his face darkened and he said, "Early in the morning, you broke into someone's house and injured someone. What exactly are your intentions? Tell me now." His voice was cold and harsh.

The old man with the gray beard was originally an extremely arrogant and conceited person. He had felt very uncomfortable when he heard Qin Lu, the fiery star, say that the strange man's skills were extraordinary. He thought that Qin Lu was overly cautious after being bitten once, and that his words were clearly exaggerated. So he and the three Yin-Yang Swordsmen took a shortcut instead of the main road and went straight here. They bypassed all the hidden obstacles along the way. Now, seeing Xie Yunyue defeat the Yin-Yang Swordsmen with just one move, he was shocked to find that Qin Lu's words were indeed true. His eyes turned pale with fright. He felt that this strange man, so young, possessed such masterful martial arts. For someone of his renown to flee without even exchanging blows would surely invite ridicule from the martial world. Hearing Xie Yunyue's mocking words, he remained unperturbed, only a cunning glint occasionally flashing in his fiery red eyes. He smiled and said, "Your skill at such a young age is truly admirable. May I ask who your master is? Perhaps an old acquaintance of mine?"

Xie Yunyue laughed loudly, "You monster, you think you're an old friend of my master? Tell me the truth, don't try to impress me." "You're not worthy of affection. Didn't you come looking for me before? Now I'm standing right in front of you. Whether you make a move or not, just tell me."

Even a clay Buddha can be angered by such words. Hearing this, the old man with the white beard roared angrily, "You brat, you really don't know the immensity of heaven and earth! With your meager skills, you dare to be arrogant in front of me? You'd better retreat now, and you can still leave room for your reputation."

Xie Yunyue laughed and said, "Old thief, have you no shame? I've never been one for this. I heard that your 'Bone-Piercing Cold Wind Palm' has some skill. Let's see if it's true or not."

With things piling up, the old man with the white beard could no longer remain silent. His expression changed, and he shouted, "You brat, you really don't know what's good for you." "He concentrated his inner energy in his palms and swung them out. The 'Penetrating Cold Wind Palm,' unleashed with twelve parts of his true power, struck Xie Yunyue with overwhelming force. This Penetrating Cold Wind Palm was forged by the old monster using the phosphorus from fresh corpse bones. Once it struck a person, the cold energy and corpse poison penetrated directly to the bone marrow. In less than seven days, the bones softened and turned into blood, resulting in death. It is evident that this palm technique is extremely insidious

and is feared throughout the martial arts world. Xie Yunyue had long heard from his master, Master Mingliang, that the Cangxu Monster was cruel and had long intended to eliminate him. Upon hearing Zhao Lianzhu say that this person was the Cangxu Monster, the leader of the Thirteen Evils, he immediately decided not to give him any chance and to prevent him from succeeding at any point. He unleashed his ultimate move, which was incredibly powerful and astonishing. He was about to engage in a battle with the old monster, but Xie Yunyue smiled slightly. He freely manipulated the Maitreya Divine Skill at will, moving it up, down, left, and right. He blocked with both palms and suddenly unleashed the 'Six Harmonies Sumeru' from the twelve forms of the Maitreya Divine Skill."

With a muffled groan, the grotesque old man with the white beard was sent flying five or six zhang away by the impact of the Maitreya Divine Skill. Both his wrists were broken, with only skin connecting them, and ripples of purple blood flowed onto the ground. The grotesque old man trembled uncontrollably from the pain, glared fiercely at Xie Yunyue, and then spun around, leaping backward.

Xie Yunyue shouted, "You still want to leave?" He followed closely behind the grotesque old man, striking the "Jade Pillow" acupoint on the back of the grotesque old man's head with his left hand. The grotesque old man immediately felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground. Xie Yunyue clapped his hands and then beckoned to Zhao Lianzhu and Zhou Yue'e.

The two women happily leaped over, and Xie Yunyue asked them to carry the grotesque old man and the Yin-Yang Twin Swords to the ground, instructing them on how to proceed. He himself could not show himself and needed to return to his lodgings to change his clothes. Zhao Zhou and the other two girls smiled and agreed. Zhao Lianzhu then complained, "Where did you go just now? If you hadn't arrived in time, we would probably be dead in the park by now. Were you trying to make us look bad?"

Xie Yunyue quietly comforted them, "Ladies, if I hadn't been hiding in the tree, we wouldn't have had the chance to witness your amazing skills." He then explained why he was late in coming to their aid.

As Xie Yunyue sped to the back garden, he caught sight of two figures rushing towards Bichen Pavilion. He immediately realized that the two thieves must have stolen the "Juque" and "Qinghong" swords and buried them under the steps of Bichen Pavilion the night before. No one would suspect that the swords were buried in such an inconspicuous place, except for a few of his own men. He wondered how the thieves knew, and with this thought, he moved swiftly, following the two thieves like a shadow.

He saw the two thieves land in front of the steps of Bichen Pavilion, looking around. He heard one of the thieves say urgently, "Second brother, let's hurry up and make our move. All the ambushes in this garden have been spotted by the three old masters, Cangxu and the Yin-Yang Twin Swords. What are we hesitating for? If we are discovered by those old ghosts ahead, it will be too late."

The man called "Second Brother" hesitated for a moment, then drew his single sword and jumped onto the steps, gripping his weapon tightly as he looked around. Xie Yunyue was startled. Since the bandits knew the twin swords were hidden under the steps, someone must have infiltrated the village and acted as a spy. Seeing a thief pry open a step, he casually broke off a branch, flicked his wrist, and the thief called "Second Brother" leaped, his hand landing with a sharp "clang" on the step.

Another thief hissed, "Second Brother, what's wrong?"

"I don't know, my right arm just feels slightly numb, and my whole body is involuntarily jumping up and down," the Second Brother said, somewhat bewildered.

"Looks like you're a little scared. My brother and I have weathered all kinds of storms. Zhou Family Village isn't a den of dragons or tigers, and Elder Cangxu and the others are nearby. What's there to be afraid of? Hurry up and make your move," the other thief hissed again.

Xie Yunyue chuckled inwardly. What kind of stupid thief was this? He subtly moved behind the thief who had spoken and tapped him on the shoulder. As if struck by a venomous snake, the thief darted two feet to the left, then spun around and cried out in alarm, "What…!" He only managed to utter one "What" before everything went black, and before he could even see who it was, he collapsed to the ground.

The thief called Second Brother, as his companion dodged, also realized with a start that the newcomer was the strange man who had appeared in Willow Bay the previous night. He was terrified, realizing that his own abilities were far inferior to Xie Yunyue's. He didn't care about his companion's life or death and immediately darted into the dense bushes. But Xie Yunyue was faster. His "Eighteen Strike Techniques of Xuanyuan" unleashed a powerful gust of wind, striking Xie Yunyue's "Heart Shu" acupoint. Xie Yunyue felt a sharp pain in his internal organs and collapsed to the ground.

Xie Yunyue flew over, pressed the pressure points, and laughed, "Friends, I know you're here because you're eager to serve, but you have no choice. Just tell me how you know where the twin swords are hidden and who tipped you off, and I won't make things difficult for you."

The two thieves knew they would suffer if they didn't speak, so the second one spoke up. He said, "We were sent by Vice Leader Qin Lu. As for who tipped us off, we only heard that it was Ling Feishu Gong Tianyou who found out. This man is short and thin, and his eyes emit a yellow light. We've given all the details. Please be merciful, sir."

Xie Yunyue smiled and said, "Since you've told me, I won't make things difficult for you. I'll definitely let you go back in good health, but I'll ask you to stay for two more days." As he spoke, he pressed two "Humotic" acupoints, and the two thieves collapsed to the ground like dead dogs.

Xie Yunyue then took out the twin swords "Juque" and "Qinghong" and hid them in another secret spot. He then inspected the entire garden, releasing all the guards from their pressure points. When he arrived at the stone chamber where the three empty-handed Tu Yi and others were imprisoned, he saw Chen Wenhan and the other three lying on the ground. He also saw Zhou Yue'e fighting with the old man with the gray beard. He then floated up a big tree and used his mid-air pressure point release technique to rescue Chen Wenhan and the others. He then climbed onto a tree branch to watch the two women's battle.

After hearing this, the two young ladies, Zhao and Zhou, learned the details. Xie Yunyue then whispered, "Miss Zhou, go back to the East Pavilion first and tell Senior Tao to check if Gong Tianyou, the Flying Squirrel, is still in the East Pavilion. If he is, you can capture him. Miss Zhao, please wait a moment. Then order the guards to place the three men with the Cangxu Yin-Yang Twin Swords under the arena and see if they will back down. Most importantly, instruct anyone who sees me not to utter a word. I need to go to the guesthouse to change into a long robe before we meet again." With that, he vanished seven or eight zhang away in a flash.

Zhou Yue'e hurriedly arrived at the East Pavilion. The broadcast was about to start, and both the East and West Pavilions were already full, with only a few whispers. Zhou Weicheng, the Two Huai Heroes, Tao Zhusan, the Cloud Dragon Three Appearances, Hou Libing, the Golden-Faced Monkey King, Wu Taibiao, and Zheng Jinwu were seated in the East Pavilion. Zhou Yue'e whispered a few words to Tao Zhusan. Tao Zhusan suddenly raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "So it's this kid." He pressed down with both hands, and with a whoosh, he rose more than four feet from his seat. Then, he used the Cloud Dragon Three Appearances technique again, twisting his waist and leaping straight over the heads of the people in the east shed.

Ling Feishu Gong Tianyou was also a third-generation disciple of the Huashan Sect. Relying on his nimble skills, he worked as a rat thief and had joined the Red Flag Gang a few years ago. This time, he came here to infiltrate, pretending to be a disciple of the Emei Sect who had changed his name to Gong You. He claimed that he came to admire the masters and had no other purpose. For several days, he had stayed near Zhou Weicheng, focusing on listening to the movements of everyone in Zhouzhuang. Last night, when Zhou Weicheng buried his sword, he was able to detect it from the shadows. Just before the second watch, he went to Willow Bay to report to Qin Lu. From the moment Gong Tianyou stepped into the manor, Cloud Dragon Three Appearances saw that this man had a cunning look in his eyes and had taken notice of him. Now, when he heard Zhou Yue'e describe the man's appearance, he was certain that it was him.

Lingfeishu Gong Tianyou was also poisoned to death. If it were anyone else, they would have already fled the manor. He was confident that no one would know, and the people of Zhouzhuang would never guess that he was involved. There were still two days left before the broadcast, and he figured that by mingling among the guests of the Zhou family, he might be able to uncover another major secret, which would be another great achievement.

This morning, he was sitting at a table four or five places away from Zhou Weicheng's seat. Perhaps because of his guilty conscience, he had been feeling uneasy, and his rat-like eyes never strayed far from Zhou Weicheng's table. However, when he saw Zhou Yue'e hurrying past Tao Zhusan and whispering to him, he sensed something was wrong. He hurriedly got up, about to leave, when Yunlong Sanxian suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He only managed to utter one word, "Old..." before Tao Zhusan grabbed his neck with five steel claws, twisted him like a chicken, and dragged him back to Zhou Weicheng's seat, where he was thrown to the ground.

When Qin Lu and the others from Xipeng Liehuo Xinghuo saw Lingfeishu Gong Tianyou being captured and thrown to the ground by Yunlong Sanxian Tao Zhusan, they knew that the theft of the sword had been discovered. Qin Lu's face changed color, his heart trembled, and he still let out a cold laugh, which was a sign of being fierce but weak. A moment later, Zhao Lianzhu walked over with a smile. Behind her, three servants supported the stiff bodies of Cangxu Guaisou and Yinyang Shuangjian, placing them on the ground in a row with Gong Tianyou. The four thieves were all dumbfounded, drooling, lying motionless on the ground, their expressions quite terrifying.

The evil spirits in the west shed were immediately stunned into silence. At this moment, Zhou Weicheng, with a heavy expression, strode to the open space between the east and west sheds, bowed slightly, and slowly said, "This time, I, Zhou, set up this Mandarin Duck Arena with the intention of making friends through martial arts and arranging my daughter's marriage. Unexpectedly, in the past few days, the Red Flag Gang has disregarded the rules of the martial world and repeatedly sent people to harass the manor. Such underhanded tricks are hard to guard against. Today, all of you martial arts practitioners are here. Please bear witness and see what the Red Flag Gang has to say." As he spoke, he called over Zhuang Wan and brought all the Red Flag Gang members imprisoned in the stone chamber. After Zhou Weicheng finished speaking, his two tiger-like eyes swept unblinkingly over the Red Flag Gang members in the west shed, waiting to see their reaction.

Qin Lu, the fiery star, felt ashamed and embarrassed. When Xu Yi and the others arrived empty-handed, he was utterly humiliated. Seeing renowned masters like the Gray-Bearded Strange Old Man and the Yin-Yang Twin Swords subdued, he felt a chill run down his spine, his face burning. He remained silent for a long time, the crowd staring at the Red Flag Gang members.

This stalemate didn't last long. Perhaps Qin Lu's shame turned to anger. He roared twice, leaped out of the west shed, and pointed at Zhou Weicheng, cursing: "That's right, it was my Red Flag Gang who ordered this! You old devil, you're incredibly cunning! Our Red Flag Gang's Hall Master Shen has repeatedly come to propose marriage. What has insulted you? You refused, and not only that, you went even further, setting up a martial arts tournament to find a wife. This is a blatant humiliation of my Red Flag Gang! And your conditions are too harsh, saying that only those who win ten matches will be qualified. No one can be sure of winning! Isn't this..." "Have you been keeping me in suspense? You heartless, ruthless, and unfair old thief like you can't blame the Red Flag Gang for being so ruthless."

Zhou Weicheng gave an "oh," then asked in a deep voice, "According to Vice Gang Leader Qin, I am both heartless and unfair. Just how heartless and unfair am I, and how can I be truly fair? I'm all ears."

Qin Lu, caught off guard by Zhou Weicheng's counter-question, was speechless. Zhou Weicheng then let out a cold laugh and roared, "If Vice Gang Leader Qin can't give me a reason, don't even think about leaving my Zhou Family Village today!"

At this moment, a group of village servants carried over a dozen red flags and their bandits, rolling them to the ground like gourds. Only Xu Yi, empty-handed, walked over. Lie Huoxing, increasingly ashamed and enraged, shouted, "I doubt this tiny Zhou Family Village can hold me!"

Zhou Weicheng sneered, "If you don't believe me, try me."

Suddenly, a figure flashed out from the west shed. The newcomer was tall and imposing, with a jade-like face and lips, a long sword tucked into his back, and dressed in white... Dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, he possessed an extraordinary air, though his eyes held a lewd glint. Upon seeing Zhou Weicheng bow deeply, he said, "This matter is the fault of the Chang Gang. Now that it's done, there's no going back. Since your manor has suffered no damage, the old master can simply let it go. I, Shen Yiming, am willing to use all my skills to fight according to your manor's rules. If I fail in ten matches, I will lead my gang away from here, never to set foot on your manor's territory again. What does the master think?" (

Zhou Weicheng, the "Star Chaser and Moon Picker") Upon hearing Shen Yiming's words, Zhou hesitated for a moment before saying with a sigh, "Since Hall Master Shen has admitted his mistake, I, Zhou, will not press the matter further. If Hall Master Shen has nothing else to do, please leave. There's no need for you to go to the arena; you have no hope of winning anyway. As for the rest of your gang, they will have to stay for a few more days until your gang leader, Yuwen, comes to resolve the matter himself before releasing them

." Shen Yiming, the Jade-Faced Second Brother, was red-faced and caught in a dilemma. Qin

Lu angrily said, "Brother Shen, why waste your breath on this old devil? Let's see if they can hold us back." Zhou Weicheng laughed heartily, glancing at Qin Lu with utter contempt, and pointed at the gray-bearded old man and the Yin-Yang Twin Swords lying on the ground, saying, "Are you confident you can defeat these three?" Following his finger, Qin Lu saw the gray-bearded old man and the other two on the ground, and a chill ran through him. He shuddered twice, his face, like Shen Yiming's, alternating between red and white.

Suddenly, a servant outside the manor rushed in to report that Yuwen Lei, the leader of the Red Flag Gang, had come to pay his respects. Zhou Weicheng was taken aback, not expecting Zi Wenlei to arrive so quickly. He thought it was good to settle things once and for all. The members of the Red Flag Gang were beaming with joy, and the other members of the evil gang also began to discuss among themselves. A moment later, the steward led Yuwen Lei in, followed by a dozen or so skilled members of the gang. Yuwen Lei was imposing and dignified, with a square face, large ears, a lion's nose, and a tiger's mouth. His clear eyes emitted a divine light that was impossible to look directly at. He had a short mustache, wore a black robe, and a purple-red cloak. He strode in.

Zhou Weicheng stepped forward, clasped his hands, and smiled, "I was unaware that Chief Yuwen had arrived, and thus failed to greet you properly.

Please forgive me." Yuwen Lei, the Eight-Armed Vajra, glanced at the old man with the gray beard and the others lying on the ground, and his expression changed slightly. Hearing this, he smiled broadly and said, "I, Yuwen Lei, heard that it was Chief Zhou's sixtieth birthday and should have come to offer my congratulations immediately. However, I had important matters to attend to at the gang, and thus arrived late. Please forgive my impertinence."

Zhou Weicheng hurriedly replied, "I dare not, I dare not. I could hardly invite you."

Yuwen Lei smiled, then suddenly turned his face, frowned, and looked at Qin Lu, the Fiery Star, and the Jade-Faced Second Doctor, pointing to the ground, saying, "What happened here, Hall Master Shen?" Shen Yiming was so frightened that his

jade-like face turned ashen, and he couldn't answer for a long time. Zhou Weicheng chuckled inwardly and slowly said, "Chief Yuwen, just ask Xu Yi, and you'll understand everything." He then pointed to Xu Yi, who was empty-handed.

Yuwen Lei, swift as a gust of wind, grabbed Xu Yi's right leg and tightened his grip, shouting sharply, "Speak quickly!" Poor Xu Yi, though freed by the Cloud Dragon's Three Appearances after Xie Yunyue struck his vital points, had lost all his strength and was no match for Yuwen Lei's divine power. Trembling with pain, he hurriedly recounted the entire incident.

Yuwen Lei glared at Qin Lu, then sighed and said, "Hero Zhou, regarding the crimes committed by our gang recently, I, Yuwen Lei, am unaware of them. I will deal with them strictly according to gang rules. As for..." He then glanced at the three—the bearded old man, the Yin-Yang Twin Swords, and the others—and said, "These three, please, for my sake, allow me to take them back to the gang and resolve the matter calmly. The Huashan Sect is vengeful, unlike our gang's magnanimity. Hero Zhou, you must be wary of the Huashan Sect seeking revenge."

Zhou Weicheng laughed heartily, "Gang Leader Yuwen is truly a man of few words; I admire him greatly." "Tight." He then glanced at the old man with the white beard, the Yin-Yang Twin Swords, and the Red Flag Gang members on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "These people are all at Chief Yuwen's disposal. I, Zhou, will not pursue the matter. As for the old man with the white beard and the Huashan Sect, if Chief Yuwen's prediction is correct, I, Zhou, will handle them."

Yuwen Lei smiled and said, "Since you say so, Hero Zhou, I, Yuwen Lei, am a bit of a worrywart." As he spoke, he bent down and reached out to release the old man with the white beard's pressure points, but Xie Yunyue was using the unique "Eighteen Releases of Xuanyuan" technique, which Yuwen Lei could not undo.

Despite Yuwen Lei's best efforts, the situation remained unchanged. Yuwen Lei was taken aback and thought to himself, "I, Yuwen Lei, have been immersed in acupressure techniques for many years. I am familiar with all kinds of magical acupressure techniques in the martial arts world. I can use them to attack and counteract them. How come I am unsuccessful this time? Perhaps I was injured by some kind of insidious hidden weapon?" Undeterred, he reached out to release the acupressure points of the Yin-Yang Twin Swords. Not only did it have no effect, but the Yin-Yang Twin Swords also appeared to be in pain, their eyes bulging with anger, their facial muscles tightening, and they let out miserable "uh uh" cries. This left the renowned Red Flag Master of the martial arts world helpless, his face red as he looked up at Zhou Weicheng with a suspicious look.

Zhou Weicheng smiled and said, "Chief Yuwen, these people were all knocked down by a reclusive eccentric, but I wasn't present when it happened. I've heard this eccentric's martial arts are extraordinary, but unfortunately, I've never seen him. Otherwise, I could have introduced him to you, Chief Yuwen."

Yuwen Lei's expression changed, and he asked, "Is this the resurrected Soul Chaser, Senior Xie Wen?"

Zhou Weicheng shook his head and smiled, "Senior Xie is a born genius. He's busy avenging the ambush he suffered years ago and has his own affairs to attend to. He wouldn't have time to concern himself with such trivial matters in our manor. Besides, Senior Xie never leaves any survivors when dealing with evil villains, which proves it wasn't him. I heard from your gang's 'Three Empty Hands' Xu Yi that this person is very young."

Yuwen Lei, who usually kept his emotions hidden, heard Zhou Weicheng's indirect criticism of the Red Flag Gang's members... The wicked villain gritted his teeth, thinking to himself, "I will not rest until I make sure you die a horrible death." On the surface, however, he smiled gently and said, "Hero Zhou, you've exaggerated this person's reputation too much, especially since you don't believe you haven't seen him before."

Zhou Weicheng was about to reply when Qin Lu, the Fiery Star, standing to the side, couldn't hold back any longer and shouted like thunder, "Chief, you mustn't believe that old thief! Last night, this strange man went to Willow Bay with Flying Cloud Hand Wu Fengbiao, Eight Trigrams Saber Zheng Jinwu, and the two young ladies at the banquet over there. How can you say you don't know him?"

Yuwen Lei said coldly, "Hero Zhou, to avoid trouble, I, Yuwen Lei, would prefer you point out who this person is." As soon as he finished speaking, a long laugh suddenly erupted from the east roof. A figure appeared, floating in mid-air and landing in front of Yuwen Lei with incredible speed, as fast as lightning.

Yuwen Lei couldn't help but take two steps back. The newcomer's expression was strange; he stood silently before him, like a stone statue. Yuwen Lei, the Eight-Armed Vajra, a renowned martial artist with unparalleled skills, felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing the strange man. After a long silence, he raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Who are you? Have all my men been injured by you?"

The strange young man remained as sinister as ever, his sharp, scissor-like gaze fixed on Yuwen Lei. He coldly replied, "Indeed, it was all my doing. Dealing with such a shameless scoundrel is already too lenient. As for my name, you are not worthy to ask."

Yuwen Lei, the Eight-Armed Vajra, had founded the Red Flag Gang before he was even four years old, commanding over twenty to thirty thousand members across Jiangsu, Hubei, and Anhui provinces. He was usually arrogant and domineering. This time, he had come to Gaoyou because of Qin Lu, the Fiery Star, who had suffered repeated setbacks. Fearing that Qin Lu might commit a grave offense in the martial arts world in his anger, he was worried and had led his gang to Yangzhou. If Qin Lu's plans went smoothly, he would not intervene. He was fully aware of Qin Lu's recent losses and was deeply uneasy, but he knew he couldn't afford to come and clean up the mess unless absolutely necessary. Unexpectedly, this morning he saw Qin Lu's repeated calls for help. He hurriedly led a dozen skilled fighters to Willow Bay, only to find Qin Lu had already left for Zhou Family Village. After learning from the people left behind that Qin Lu had been there for the past few days, he was greatly alarmed. It turned out that Zhou Family Village had such formidable fighters. He thought: "That old man Zhou Weicheng is holding back, and we don't know their true strength. We can't judge how many skilled fighters they have. My martial arts are superb; I might not be afraid of them. However, if I take action and fail to win, the Red Flag Gang's reputation will plummet. Even if I win, there will be accusations of bullying us. How can I face the martial arts world?"

After careful consideration, they decided to temporarily withdraw the Red Flag Gang and return at a favorable opportunity. However, upon arriving at Zhou Family Village, they witnessed the old man with the gray beard and his men being injured by the enemy, further solidifying their resolve not to make a move that day. Seeing the eccentric youth's arrogance, their own overconfidence flared, and they overturned their previous decisions, letting out a loud, grating laugh. After a long pause, they finally said, "Do you know who I am?"

The eccentric youth replied darkly, "I don't care who you are, you're just a bandit leader at best."

Yuwen Lei angrily retorted, "I'm a bandit leader, then who are you, daring to be so insolent before me, Yuwen Lei?"

The eccentric youth gave an "oh," then glared at them, saying, "Yuwen... Lei, forgive me, I truly don't know. Perhaps I'm too inexperienced." He then turned to Xi Peng and asked, "Gentlemen, what is this Zi Wen Lei? Do you know?" Xi Peng burst into laughter.

Zi Wen Lei appeared before a large crowd. Having never suffered such humiliation, his face turned ashen, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and he was about to unleash a torrent of curses when, unexpectedly, the Jade-Faced Second Brother, mindful of the strange youth's disrespect towards the gang leader and intimidated by the youth's superior skill, secretly launched five gleaming silver darts, whistling through the air, aiming for the youth's abdomen and legs. However, this faint whistling was drowned out by the laughter emanating from the west shed. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

How could such a ghostly trick deceive the strange youth? As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly flicked his wrist, extended his arm, and flicked his palm towards the Jade-Faced Second Brother's shoulder. Shen Yiming's facial muscles instantly contracted, his eyes bulged like goldfish, and his whole body trembled. He seemed unable to bear the pain and squatted down. The five gleaming silver darts struck the strange youth, making a "clanging" sound, and all fell to the ground.

Yuwen Lei's thick eyebrows furrowed as he pondered the strange youth's strange technique, wondering what sect or school he belonged to, and why he had never heard of it before. Aside from a select few in Dongpeng who vaguely recognized the strange youth, the rest were completely unaware of his identity. However, witnessing his astonishing techniques, they were all horrified. After making his move, the strange youth maintained a cold, expressionless face, staring at Yuwen Lei without uttering a word. His stern expression was so unbearable that no one could withstand it. Now, Yuwen Lei, the powerful leader of the Red Flag Gang, who commanded respect across three provinces, was in a very difficult position. He was stuck, unsure whether to fight or not. To be fair, he was in the wrong; after all, Shen Yiming, the Jade-Faced Second Brother, had launched a sneak attack. If he were in Shen Yiming's shoes, wouldn't he have punished him in the same way?

Zhou Weicheng spoke up at this moment, watching the strange youth bow deeply to the ground, and laughed, "Great hero, I am deeply grateful for your righteous help, but my wealth is here, and my grudges run too deep; the consequences are unpredictable, so perhaps..."

The strange youth waved his hand, stopping Zhou Weicheng from continuing, and said in a deep voice, "If they want to leave, I can't stop them. But didn't this Yuwen Lei just ask Great Hero Zhou to hand me over? Now that he's here, let's see what he has to say. As for what Great Hero Zhou said about his wealth being here, do you think you're afraid of their retaliation? One word..." "They may leave, but they must withdraw all their branches and headquarters from the entire Jiangsu province by today, and are not allowed to cross the border even once."

Eight-Armed Vajra Yuwen Lei laughed wildly, "Your arrogance stems from your overconfidence in your skills. But you must know that in this vast martial world, there are always people stronger than you, and heavens beyond heavens. Yuwen Lei is somewhat unconvinced. Although the Red Flag Gang is a small gang, it cannot be easily dismissed based on your words."

The strange young man remained coldly indifferent, "Then, what is your purpose in demanding that Hero Zhou hand me over? To be honest, you have no choice but to submit." "Otherwise, we'll rely on our skills and compete for superiority."

Yuwen Lei laughed loudly, "I, Yuwen Lei, never fight with nobodys."

The strange young man angrily retorted, "What? You dare to underestimate me?" He swept a single palm towards Yuwen Lei's face. Yuwen Lei quickly shrugged and retreated five feet, his face pale with shock. Little did he know that the strange young man's move was a feint, withdrawing immediately after the attack. He stood there with his hands down, smiling slightly, "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you today. It's just that someone else has sworn to kill you. If I were to take their place, wouldn't they all regret it for the rest of their lives? Listen to me carefully and withdraw from Su..." "Otherwise, it will be too late to regret it."

Behind Yuwen Lei, a dozen skilled men, all with fierce brows, were waiting for their leader's order to launch a group attack. However, Yuwen Lei sighed and said, "What has happened these past few days has been in the wrong of us. I am too embarrassed to fight you. I just don't know your name, which is quite disappointing. I hope we will meet again someday." After saying that, he waved his hand, and immediately a dozen men rushed forward and ordered, "Carry all the people on the ground away."

He then bowed to the strange young man Zhou Weicheng and said, "Goodbye." Zhou Weicheng stepped forward and smiled, "Leader Yuwen, please forgive me for not seeing you off."

The strange young man said coldly, "Yuwen Lei, if you do not obey my orders and withdraw from Su territory, the next time we meet will be the day of your death." Yuwen Lei raised his thick eyebrows, his face grim, and without uttering a word, turned and strode away. The strange youth watched Yuwen Lei's retreating figure with a cold smile. After a long while, he turned around, his arms flailing, and he suddenly leaped seven or eight zhang high. He landed on the ridge of the west shed with his right toe, then leaped forward another ten zhang and landed over the wall. This unparalleled lightness skill shocked everyone in both the east and west sheds. For a moment, they were all speechless and dumbfounded.

After a while, Zhou Weicheng smiled and said to the heroes of the west shed, "The Mandarin Duck Arena will continue. If anyone feels that the conditions of this arena are too harsh and has any objections, please raise them within one hour." After saying this, he walked back to the east shed.

Tao Zhusan, who appeared three times, looked at everyone at the table and smiled, "This strange youth's martial arts are truly divine. He takes the initiative and can subdue the enemy without fighting. He aims for the highest level, which is truly admirable." These few words implied to those at the table that the young hero was indeed the strange youth, and everyone immediately understood. Frankly, a few of the heroes in the East Pavilion sensed Xie Yunyue was a man of unassuming talent, but none suspected the strange youth was him, assuming it was someone else entirely.

The heroes in the West Pavilion continued their discussions, their voices rising like a tidal wave. Suddenly, a man emerged from the West Pavilion, approached Zhou Weicheng, and bowed, saying, "I am Wang Ming, the 'Golden-haired Tiger,' representing the martial arts community of the West Pavilion, and I offer a small suggestion, hoping that Great Hero Zhou will consider it."

Zhou Weicheng quickly stood up and smiled, "So it's Wang Yitu. Please speak."

Wang Ming then said, "We believe that requiring ten wins is too harsh. Could we change it to three? Secondly, there should be no age limit; as long as one is unmarried, they are qualified. If Great Hero Zhou disagrees, we have another method: your daughter can serve as the stage master. Whoever wins the stage master position will become Great Hero Zhou's son-in-law. What do you think?"

Zhou Weicheng laughed heartily, "I agree to the first two points without a word. However, it's a bit absurd to ask my daughter to be the stage master. I only have one daughter, and she's not a dragon or tiger. How can she compete with the many suitors on stage? What do you think, Mr. Wang?" Just

as Jinmaohu Wang Ming was about to speak again, Feiyunlong Wu Fengbiao interjected, "I think it would be better to do this: let's not talk about winning two or three matches. Let's invite Senior Tao to be the stage master instead. Whoever can defeat Senior Tao will be the master of the sword. Mr. Wang, don't you think this method is much simpler?"

Wang Ming thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "I can't make this decision myself. I need to go back to the tent and discuss it with everyone before I can give an answer. " "So they went back to the west shed to discuss it.

Wu Taibiao, the Flying Cloud Hand, knew Zhou Weicheng's intentions. He had previously wanted to find a suitable son-in-law in the Mandarin Duck Arena, but things had changed since Young Hero Yan arrived. In particular, Zhou Yue'e had a crush on Young Hero Yan. Of course, if Young Hero Yan went to the arena, he would definitely win, but whether Young Hero Yan was willing to go to the arena was something no one could force him to do. When he saw Wang Ming raise an objection, he had a flash of inspiration and proposed that Yunlong Sanxian take the place of the arena master. He knew that once Tao Zhusan appeared, many people in the west shed would back down.

Yunlong Sanxian looked at Wu Taibiao and winked, saying, "Brother, your move is truly brilliant." "

Immediately, three more people emerged from the west shed. One of them smiled at Zhou Weicheng and said, 'We have discussed the matter and know that Master Zhou set up the Mandarin Duck Arena for the Red Flag Gang. We came here simply to admire the skills of a master, without any other intentions. Now that the Red Flag Gang has left, we suspect that Master Zhou must already have someone in mind. Why should we go up on stage and interfere? Therefore, we plan to return home early. However, on the day of your daughter's wedding, we will dare to invite you to drink a cup of wine.'

Master Zhou Weicheng stroked his beard and laughed heartily, 'Of course, by then we won't even have time to clear the way.' " The three men smiled, clasped their hands in a bow, and then left. The people in the west shed stood up, and Zhou Weicheng stepped forward to see them off at the door. What had been a fierce storm had now cleared up. After seeing the guests off, Zhou Weicheng performed the "Three Flying Clouds Hands" technique and whispered a few words. The two men then left their seats.

Meanwhile, Xie Yunyue was lying alone on a couch in his guesthouse, lost in thought. Despite his keen senses and knowing someone was coming, he remained motionless. A moment later, Yunlong Sanxian and Feiyunshou entered. Tao Zhusan, seeing his expression, laughed heartily, "Brother, stop pretending! Just now you showed off that skill and easily chased away the arrogant and domineering Yuwen Lei. It's truly admirable!" He then recounted the story of the Mandarin Duck Tournament.

Xie Yunyue rolled over and stood up, making a funny face. Yunlong Sanxian, with his flying cloud hand, just stared at him and smiled. Xie Yunyue said, "Why are you two old venerables smiling at me?"

Yunlong Sanxian laughed and said, "This old man wants to ask you for a cup of wedding wine."

Xie Yunyue exclaimed, "What? What kind of wedding wine?"

Yunlong Sanxian stopped smiling and said seriously, "Brother, what do you think of Miss Zhao Lianzhu and Miss Zhou Yue'e?"

Xie Yunyue blushed and said, "They are equally beautiful, like spring flowers and autumn moons."

Yunlong Sanxian clapped his fist and laughed loudly, "Then how about this old man act as matchmaker, following the story of Ehuang and Nüying?"

Xie Yunyue shook his head repeatedly and said, "That won't do. Miss Zhao's father is still..." "I did not agree, and besides, I have important matters to attend to, which are not short-term.

I can only disappoint you, senior." Yunlong Sanxian laughed, "It doesn't matter if you don't give this old man face, but aren't you afraid of hurting the two young ladies? I and Zhao Lao'er will take full responsibility for Zhao Lao'er's actions. As for your matters to attend to, they are nothing more than matters of gratitude and resentment. I, this old man, cannot stop you from going, but the marriage must be arranged first before you can go to the capital. Miss Zhao's family lives on Wangfu Street in Cangzhou, which is not far from the capital. You can go to Cangzhou as soon as the matters in the capital are finished. I and Miss Zhao will wait for you in Cangzhou."

Xie Yunyue couldn't help but laugh, "Senior, you are only wishfully thinking."

Feiyun Shou Wu Fengbiao said: "So, young hero agrees,"

Xie Yunyue said. "With matchmakers like you, what can't be accomplished?" Then, his expression hardened, "However, I still wish to roam the martial world, seeking revenge. I do not wish to be burdened by matters of the heart, and will pursue my enemies alone. If they agree to this, I will grant their request."

Yunlong Sanxian and Feiyun Shou exclaimed in unison, "What? Young hero, you have enemies? Who are they?"

Xie Yunyue smiled but remained silent. Seeing his silence, the two did not press further. Yunlong Sanxian said, "You need not worry about that. Both young ladies are from good families; just have them wait for you at home."

The matter was thus settled. The three then traveled far and wide, in all sorts of chaotic situations. After chatting for a while, mentioning the bustling prosperity of Jiangdu, Xie Yunyue couldn't help but lament, "I stayed in Jiangdu for two or three days, only to learn afterwards of the scenery of Gan Si Bridge and the sparse willows and pale moon of Slender West Lake. I didn't get to experience it; it was truly a missed opportunity."

Wu Fengbiao, the Flying Cloud Hand, said, "What's the big deal? Jiangdu is only a little over a hundred li away from here, a day's journey. We can go back and enjoy it for another day or two, wouldn't that be enough?"

Xie Yunyue shook his head and laughed, "I'm eager to go north. If I can't find my enemy in a day, I'll be restless in my dreams. Traveling and sightseeing can only be done when I'm in a good mood. I don't have the leisure for that now; I'll have to wait for another day." He then revealed the whereabouts of the twin swords "Juque" and "Qinghong." The three talked for a while longer, then Yunlong Sanxian and the Flying Cloud Hand got up to take their leave.

Xie Yunyue's thoughts were in turmoil, and scenes from the past surfaced before his eyes. He felt that his whereabouts over the past six months had been like a broken stalk or a drifting duckweed, making his home wherever he could. This was a common occurrence for those who roamed the martial world, nothing unusual, but to him, it always felt like a bitter experience. What others found enjoyable, he felt was something he had no choice but to do. He needed warmth and stability. The martial world was full of risks and evil, which he loathed. But the deep hatred for his parents was something he, as a son, could not leave unavenged. Ever since he met Zhao and Zhou, his heart had been tied to them. He felt that they were completely different from Miss Lan, intelligent and gentle yet innocent. With such wives, what could he not be satisfied with?

Before his death, his late father was filled with regret that he couldn't witness his marriage and the birth of his children. Overwhelmed with longing, he wished he could avenge his father the very next day, take his beautiful wife, and find a secluded, tranquil place to retire, never to roam the martial world again, oblivious to worldly affairs. But how easy was that? He couldn't help but sigh deeply. Exhausted for days, he didn't want to use the Guiyuan breathing exercise to recover his energy; he just wanted to sleep. So he pulled back the covers and drifted off to sleep. When he awoke, the sun was already setting. He had slept for four hours, washing away the worries and fatigue of the past few days. He quickly got up, washed, changed his clothes, and looked at himself in the mirror. He felt he didn't look like a martial artist at all.

Suddenly, a sweet, melodious laugh drifted from outside the door, growing louder as it approached. Knowing the two women had arrived, they couldn't help but open the door to greet them. Zhao Lianzhu and Zhou Yue'e walked gracefully in, and their eyes lit up. Xie Yunyue stood before them, hands clasped behind his back, a smile on his face. Their cheeks flushed, and they were momentarily stunned. They noticed that Xie Yunyue was different from the past few days; he was even more handsome. Today, Xie Yunyue was wearing a sky-blue scholar's robe, his face was as white as jade, his eyes were bright and clear like cold stars, and below his straight, prominent nose were a pair of white, red lips. He held a folding fan in his right hand, making him appear even more ethereal and otherworldly, like a dragon or a phoenix. The two women thought, "This doesn't look like a martial arts master at all; he's simply a handsome young gentleman."

Zhou Yue'e said with a sweet, melodious laugh, "My father invites Young Master Yan to the inner courtyard for a chat." She drew out the words "Young Master Yan" and emphasized them. Zhao Lianzhu pursed her lips and giggled, her eyes blinking rapidly.

Seeing the two girls' mischievous and playful nature, Xie Yunyue couldn't help but feel a little sweet inside. He chuckled and said, "Young Master Yan, these are quite novel terms. I find them quite amusing. However, I can't stand it if you change how you address me again." Both girls were intelligent and quick-witted, and they immediately understood the implication. They glared at him fiercely.

Xie Yunyue was quite pleased with himself. He had them figured out! Zhao Lianzhu bit her lip and said fiercely, "Sister, let's go. Those who talk so glibly are definitely not good people." With a stomp of their feet, the two girls swayed gracefully and walked away like startled swans. Xie Yunyue smiled and followed closely behind them. Upon arriving

at the inner courtyard, Zhou Weicheng, Tao Zhusan, Wu Fengbiao, Zheng Jinwu, and Hou Lubing were talking and laughing loudly, their voices echoing through the roof tiles. When they saw the two girls and Xie Yunyue enter, they all rose to greet them. The birthday candles in the hall were burning brightly. A pair of precious swords, "Juque" and "Qinghong," were placed on either side of the birthday candles. Tao Zhusan, with a burst of laughter, exclaimed, "Brother Yan, you're dressed exceptionally well today! You truly are the son-in-law of the Zhou family!"

Xie Yunyue blushed and quickly replied, "Senior, you flatter me."

Wu Fengbiao, the Flying Cloud Hand, laughed, "Young Hero Yan, I've already made the matchmaker perfect! Why don't you come and pay your respects to your father-in-law? Just now, Miss Zhao also bowed before him as his goddaughter."

Xie Yunyue's face burned red, and he respectfully... Xie Yunyue bowed three times to Zhou Weicheng, who chuckled and helped him up, saying, "My dear son-in-law, no need for such formality."

Xie Yunyue unfastened a jade chain around his neck, from which hung a lifelike jade carp, its emerald green gleaming. This carp had been with him since his birth, never leaving his side for twenty years. Today, he took it off as a betrothal gift and presented it to his father-in-law. Zhou Weicheng then took the Giant Sword from the table and handed it to Xie Yunyue. Xie Yunyue held the sword, thought for a moment, and then handed it back to Zhou Weicheng.

Zhou Weicheng was taken aback. Xie Yunyue said, "I have no other valuable possessions, so please accept this sword as a betrothal gift to Miss Zhao." Zhou Weicheng said "Oh," and smilingly presented the two betrothal gifts to the two young ladies, Zhou and Zhao. At this moment, the two women blushed, lowered their heads, and seemed overwhelmed with shyness.

At this moment, Zhou Weicheng beamed with joy and said, "My dear son-in-law, the groom's family has invited Brother Wu and Brother Zheng as matchmakers, and the bride's family has invited Brother Tao and Brother Hou. You should go and thank them."

Xie Yunyue obeyed and thanked them one by one. Hou Libing, the Golden-Faced Monkey King, grasped Xie Yunyue's hands and laughed loudly, "Young Hero Yan is a peerless genius. How fortunate I, Hou Libing, am to have met you. Today is truly the most joyous day of my life."

Xie Yunyue humbly replied, "Hero Hou, you flatter me too much." He then walked back to Zhou Weicheng and said, "I still have something to report, but this matter is of great importance to my future. I must ask my father-in-law and the elders to keep it a secret for me before I can speak of it."

Hou Libing laughed loudly, "We are all martial artists, and our word is as good as gold. Young hero, just speak up. We will never reveal it to outsiders."

Xie Yunyue said to Zhou Weicheng, "Miss's surname is Xie, not Yan. Xie Yunyue, who killed Qu Shen of the Seven Fiends Hand in Jinhua, is my son-in-law." Everyone suddenly realized that Xie Yunyue was originally one and two, and two and one, just with a different name.

Tao Zhusan asked, "Then why did you change your surname to Yan, brother?"

Xie Yunyue laughed and said, "After the battle of Jinhua, I was afraid that my name would become too famous and attract attention, and I was also afraid that it would cause a lot of trouble here, which would hinder my revenge later. Therefore, I changed my surname to Yan Yue. I came here with Master Wu before, intending to secretly help him and then retire after achieving my goal, but I didn't want to..." He glanced at Zhao Lianzhu as he spoke, "...Miss Zhao found out, fortunately only my father-in-law and everyone else knew, otherwise, it would have been even more difficult to deal with."

Tao Zhusan laughed and said, "Until now, my two disciples still don't know that you are that strange young man. But speaking of which, if Miss Zhao hadn't found out, how could you have won over these two beautiful wives? Don't you think so?" Then he let out a loud laugh, and everyone laughed. Xie Yunyue blushed to his ears, and the two women were shy and uneasy.

At this moment, Zhou Weicheng stood up and said with a smile, "There are still more than ten tables of birthday banquet waiting for us ahead. Since it would hinder my son-in-law's future revenge, it would be better not to announce my daughter's marriage for the time being. Let's go." The group followed. Zhou Weicheng heard Yunlong Sanxian say that Xie Yunyue still had a great enemy to avenge, but he did not reveal who the enemy was. He knew that there was something he could not say, so he did not press the matter.

That evening, Xie Yunyue moved to the inner quarters. The two women, Zhou and Zhao, pestered him to teach them martial arts. His mood was different now; what more could he say to his betrothed wives? So he taught them the Guiyuan breathing and sitting meditation, and then explained the "Vajra Subduing Tiger Palm Technique" and the "Rain of Flowers and Coins" hidden weapon technique, earnestly instructing them not to slack off even for a day. He added, "The Nine Palaces Yin-Yang Steps and the Eight-Nine Exquisite Techniques I previously taught are secrets of the martial arts world. Take advantage of this free time and do not interrupt your practice even for a day. Once mastered, they will be more than enough to defend yourself against top-tier masters."

Zhao Lianzhu pouted and said coquettishly, "Look at your tone, so old-fashioned, but you're not that much older than them!" Zhou Yue'e smiled sweetly.

Seeing Zhao Lianzhu being mischievous again, Xie Yunyue laughed heartily, pulled her into his arms, and gently kissed her flushed cheeks. Zhao Lianzhu let out a soft moan and nestled into Xie Yunyue's arms. Xie Yunyue gently stroked her hair and back. Zhao Lianzhu's eyes were filled with a hazy mist, as if she were expecting something. Looking down at her, she was so beautiful.

Zhao Lianzhu's lips were slightly parted, and Xie Yunyue slowly kissed them, gently sucking on her tongue. Seeing Zhao Lianzhu like this, Xie Yunyue became bolder. One hand continued to caress her back, while the other hand kneaded her breasts through her clothes. Zhao Lianzhu made "Mmm...mmm..." sounds. Xie Yunyue continued kissing her, gently removing Zhao Lianzhu's outer garment. He had already received Zhou Weicheng's hint that they could consummate their marriage first, and then have the wedding later, which was why he dared to act so boldly.

Suddenly, Zhao Lianzhu cried out, "No...no...Brother Yun...you...you can't..." She probably already knew what Xie Yunyue was going to do. After a slight struggle, Zhao Lianzhu, like a little lamb, obediently let Xie Yunyue caress her at will.

Xie Yunyue removed her bodice, revealing her firm breasts. Her fair skin was smooth and delicate, and her breasts were high and hard, with two bright red nipples that looked like two tempting strawberries. Xie Yunyue kneaded her nipples, then gradually kissed her from her fragrant lips down to her neck and breasts, teasing Zhao Lianzhu until she trembled and moaned softly.

Xie Yunyue kissed her sensitive nipple, licking and swirling it, causing Zhao Lianzhu to moan incessantly, "Mmm...mmm...oh...ah...ah...mmm..."

Her nipples hardened, and her breasts thrust upwards, responding to Xie Yunyue's sucking and licking. Xie Yunyue's hand then slipped inside Zhao Lianzhu's skirt, pressing against her mysterious triangle, that fuzzy oasis already soaked with her juices. Zhao Lianzhu's pubic hair was thick and soft, and her labia were burning red. Xie Yunyue unbuttoned Zhao Lianzhu's skirt, then removed her underpants, quickly taking off his own shorts and underwear.

Gazing at Zhao Lianzhu's fair body, her firm, bamboo shoot-like breasts, her shapely curves, her smooth abdomen, her delicate vulva, her plump, red labia, and her dark red slit, Xie Yunyue was aroused, opening his mouth to fiercely suck on Zhao Lianzhu's fragrant tongue. Zhao Lianzhu returned the kiss passionately, and Xie Yunyue's hand couldn't resist touching her sensitive clitoris again, his fingers moving like little snakes inside her vagina.

Zhao Lianzhu moaned softly, and Xie Yunyue pressed his large penis against her thigh, making her tremble even more. Xie Yunyue whispered in her ear, "Sister Zhu, I'm going in." Zhao Lianzhu nodded, her face flushed.

Xie Yunyue gently leaned over her body, kneading her breasts, rubbing his penis against her clitoris, slowly pushing it inside. Zhao Lianzhu was now filled with desire, her body writhing, seemingly resisting yet welcoming. Xie Yunyue thrust his penis in and out, penetrating her vagina with each stroke.

Zhao Lianzhu cried out in pain, "Ah... Brother Yun... It hurts so much... Be gentle... Be gentle..."

Xie Yunyue kissed her breasts and said, "Sister Zhu, bear with it. Pain is inevitable. It will feel better soon. Sister Zhu, you are so beautiful." Tears streamed down her face from the pain, and her delicate body trembled beneath Xie Yunyue, her expression panicked.

Zhao Lianzhu hugged Xie Yunyue tightly and said, "Brother Yun... Be gentle... It hurts so much... Brother... You must be gentle with me... Don't make me suffer..."

Xie Yunyue kissed her gently and said, "Sister Zhu, don't worry, Brother won't make you suffer." Xie Yunyue's sweet words gradually made her forget her pain.

Xie Yunyue thrust gently, then harder and harder. Zhao Lianzhu sometimes frowned, sometimes relaxed, her body twisting, gradually becoming more comfortable. Her lust surged, and she tried her best to meet Xie Yunyue's movements, moaning, "Hmm... um... oh... so beautiful... hmm... so beautiful... oh..." Seeing Zhao Lianzhu's alluring beauty, Xie Yunyue thrust even more violently. With each thrust, his penis brought out her labia, and he squeezed her breasts even harder.

“Oh…good brother…hum…um…your treasure…so thick…my little hole is so swollen…so full…um…hum…my little hole is being fucked…numb…and itchy…hum…um…”

“Um…good…oh…thrust…thrust…oh…so wonderful…oh…my…my god…I’m dying of pleasure…oh…my hole…I never thought…it could…fuck your big treasure…my little hole fucking…fucking so satisfying…oh…oh…”

Zhao Lianzhu’s expression became even more charming, her little hole opening and closing, biting Xie Yunyue’s big glans, and she cried out: “Brother…you fuck me…so beautiful…so beautiful…um…good brother…my flower is numb…so…so…oh…sister…no…can’t take it anymore…I’m going to…I’m going to lose…”

Zhao Lianzhu gradually entered the realm of orgasm, her uterine wall suddenly contracted, sucking the big glans until it was numb, itchy and sore, and the thick, hot vaginal fluid poured directly onto the glans after she trembled, scalding Xie Yunyue and making him shudder a few times.

Zhao Lianzhu continued thrusting her vaginal opening, moaning, "Mmm...mmm...big brother...oh...insert...insert...sister...little hole...mmm...faster...you...insert...harder...sister still...still wants to be inserted...mmm...oh..."

Xie Yunyue increased the speed of his thrusts, his hands also pinching her nipples, intensifying her lust. Zhao Lianzhu's vagina became even wetter. Xie Yunyue thrust heavily, fucking her hard, until she moaned and climaxed three times, exhausted to the point of almost fainting. Seeing her panting heavily, her mind wandering, her vaginal fluids flowing freely, her vaginal opening trembling wildly, her whole body weak and sore, Xie Yunyue finally slowed down.

After calming down, Zhao Lianzhu gently kissed Xie Yunyue. Seeing that she was too exhausted to continue, and remembering that Zhou Yue'e was waiting for him to deflower her, Xie Yunyue put down Zhao Lianzhu's body and moved to another spot. Xie Yunyue turned his head and saw that Zhou Yue'e was so uncomfortable because of the live sex show performed by Xie Yunyue and Zhao Lianzhu that she was half-undressed and rubbing her nipples with her small hands.

Xie Yunyue moved closer to her, picked her up, and passionately kissed her. Zhou Yue'e closed her beautiful eyes, extending her delicate tongue to let Xie Yunyue suckle, her entire body being touched by him. After teasing her for a while, Xie Yunyue removed all her clothes, admiring her delicate body. Her skin was fair and tender, her breasts slightly protruding. Zhou Yue'e was truly a beauty; although young, her allure was no less than that of Zhao Lianzhu. Her soft, black hair, her half-shy, seductive eyes, her small, exquisite lips, and her jade-like body were truly a masterpiece of nature.

Under Xie Yunyue's skillful manipulation of her breasts and genitals, his passionate kisses and tongue-sucking aroused her to a fever pitch, her expression becoming wanton. Xie Yunyue flipped over and straddled her delicate body, parting her legs. His large member pressed against her virgin territory, where no hair had yet grown. Zhou Yue'e said shyly, "Brother... um... be gentle... take it slow... otherwise, I won't be able to take it... um..."

Xie Yunyue whispered to her, "Sister Yue'e, don't worry, brother will be gentle." He applied a little force, but the head of his member still couldn't fit into her vagina. So he used more force and finally managed to insert the head of his member into her labia.

Zhou Yue'e cried out in pain, "Ah... ah... brother... it hurts... it hurts... it's my first time... being penetrated... ouch... it hurts so much..." Xie Yunyue pushed his member in a little further, but found some resistance. He thrust in again, and his entire member was two-thirds of the way in.

Zhou Yue'e cried out, "Ah...it hurts so much...Brother...you're so cruel...my little hole hurts so much...ah!..."

Seeing her in unbearable pain, Xie Yunyue paused his actions and asked softly, "Sister Yue'e, does it hurt a lot?"

Zhou Yue'e nodded and said, "Brother, it really hurts."

Xie Yunyue kissed her and said, "Sister Yue'e, bear with it. Look, Sister Lianzhu was in pain just now too, but she felt better later." He kissed her lips, biting her tongue, and kneaded her small breasts with both hands. Gradually, Zhou Yue'e's lustful fluids slowly flowed out as Xie Yunyue caressed her, and she writhed her delicate body. Seeing that the time was right, Xie Yunyue forcefully inserted the last part of his large penis, feeling the warmth and heat of her little hole, which enveloped his penis beautifully.

Zhou Yue'e cried out in pain again, and Xie Yunyue kissed her snow-white body even more passionately, kneading her small nipples and kissing away the tears from the corners of her eyes. After a while, Zhou Yue'e became aroused again. Xie Yunyue began to slowly thrust in and out, scraping the depths of her vagina with his large glans, the speed of his thrusts increasing.

Zhou Yue'e was no longer in pain and twisted her hips to increase their pleasure. After a while, Zhou Yue'e said in a coquettish voice, "Brother...so comfortable...oh...so...so beautiful..."

Xie Yunyue moved for a while, then stopped to rest. Zhou Yue'e opened her seductive eyes wide and said, "Brother Yun...why did you stop...I'm feeling so good...why did you stop...Brother Yun...I want..." She was truly passionate, and Xie Yunyue began to thrust again.

Zhou Yue'e hugged Xie Yunyue tightly, moaning dreamily, "Mmm...my little hole...it feels so good...Brother...I knew...you...you love Yue'e...Mmm...it feels so good...Oh...my big darling...brother...use...harder...fuck...my little sister...ah..."

Xie Yunyue thrust in and out, Zhou Yue'e's little hole tightly gripping Xie Yunyue's treasure, and she was already panting heavily, her eyes full of lust, her cheeks flushed, cooperating with Xie Yunyue's thrusts even more wantonly and seductively. Xie Yunyue then began to go all the way in with each thrust, each time penetrating flesh. Only the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, "slap," "slap," could be heard, continuous and endless. There were also the sounds of his treasure penetrating deeply and the climax of spring, forming a symphony. Coupled with the low moans, it was enough to make one's heart ache. Zhou Yue'e was now in a state of ecstasy. Her body and mind were indescribably blissful.

"Oh...I...I'm going to die of pleasure...Oh...It's so tingly and itchy...My pussy...So itchy...So itchy...Ugh...Water...Water is coming out again...Ah...Brother Yun...You...You're so good...I...I love you so much...Heh...Please...Fuck me to death...No...Don't leave me..." Xie Yunyue was covered in sweat.

"Sister Yue'e, you're like a furnace, you're almost melting me." He kissed her, his heat penetrating her sensitive pores. Zhou Yue'e couldn't help but hug Xie Yunyue tightly. Xie Yunyue's thrusts became faster and more frantic. His thrusts were more rapid, like a whirlwind and a torrential rain. Zhou Yue'e finally couldn't hold back the pleasure from the depths of her heart, and she cried out wildly.

“Brother Yun…you’re so good…bite…ah…ah…I can’t stop you…uh…I…can’t take it…can’t take it…it’s so tingly…so numb…so itchy…ah…ha…” Zhou Yue’e seemed to have entered a true paradise, she gritted her teeth and cried out in a frenzy.

“Ah…that’s right…hum…so beautiful…so…comfortable…thrust harder…oh…no…it’s not good…I…I’m going to die…ouch…” Zhou Yue’e couldn’t resist the urge to climax and finally ejaculated.

Zhou Yue’e’s hot vaginal fluid shot directly onto Xie Yunyue’s glans, scalding him and causing waves of numbness. His urethra trembled violently, and his hot semen shot directly into Zhou Yue’e’s uterus. Zhou Yue’e was hit by this hot semen. Her whole body trembled again, and she ejaculated a second time. For a moment, the whole room was quiet, with only panting sounds.

After a short rest, Xie Yunyue moved to another location, straddling Zhao Lianzhu’s delicate body and fucking her hard. Zhao Lianzhu felt as if her whole body was on fire, sometimes trembling, sometimes weak, sometimes tingling, and sometimes burning hot. It was a feeling of fullness, a tingling, a kind of drunkenness, and a slightly itchy sensation.

"Mmm...mmm...hum...hum...good...so good...I feel so...so comfortable...hum...mmm..."

"Brother Yun...my...good brother...hum...hum...I love...I love you to death...hum..."

Zhao Lianzhu felt lightheaded, her lower abdomen burning, she had already ejaculated. She felt dizzy and dazed, moaning: "hum...brother...brother...I'm going to heaven...oh...hum, it's so...beautiful...mmm..."

Xie Yunyue gently kissed her and said, "I know."

Zhao Lianzhu continued to moan wildly: "Mmm...hum...sister...I...want...to die...in your...arms...mmm...mmm..."

"Oh...stop...stop...ouch...I'm going to...ejaculate again...oh...so beautiful..." Zhao Lianzhu ejaculated again.

Xie Yunyue knew that Zhao Lianzhu was close to climax, so he slowly increased his speed. Her juices flowed down her buttocks, soaking the bed. Xie Yunyue laughed, "Lianzhu, you have so much water."

Zhao Lianzhu, as if possessed, arched her back and thrust her hips, moaning, "Hmm... um... it's all... you're so good... so skilled... otherwise... my... hole... wouldn't... come out... so much water..." Zhao Lianzhu was in a state of blissful ecstasy, having entered a state of complete absorption.

She embraced Xie Yunyue and kissed him passionately, her high breasts pressing tightly against his chest, rubbing incessantly. Those full mounds of flesh pressed against Xie Yunyue's chest, intensifying his desire. So he increased his speed even more, the sounds of "plop," "plop" filling the air, the bed vibrating with "grind," "grind."

After more than two hundred rapid thrusts, Zhao Lianzhu had reached a state of complete ecstasy. She cried out wildly, "Oh... big baby... brother... um... faster... I... I love you so much... your big baby has hit... my flower core..."

"Beautiful... so beautiful... I'm... I'm going to heaven again..." Her waist twisted wildly, her hips lifted sharply, and her head swayed wildly; she had truly reached her climax.

Xie Yunyue thrust straight up and down, making Zhao Lianzhu feel numb, sore, and itchy all at once. Her little mouth kept crying out wildly, "Hmph... hmph... um... sister's... hole... inside... it's so itchy... my heart... itches too..."

Her snow-white buttocks moved up and down in sync with his frenzied thrusting. Her lower abdomen contracted, her body trembled, and a stream of vaginal fluid flowed from her opening, scalding Xie Yunyue. He felt a sudden surge of pleasure, and his penis twitched, his glans opening. Streams of hot semen shot into Zhao Lianzhu's vagina like water arrows. This stream of fluid made Zhao Lianzhu tremble all over: "Ah... God... I'm going to heaven..."

Xie Yunyue did not stop there. He lifted his penis and thrust it into Zhou Yue'e's vagina, thrusting hard again and again, causing Zhou Yue'e's vaginal fluid to flow wildly. She climaxed three or four times. The hot vaginal fluid stimulated Xie Yunyue, sending waves of numbness through him. Finally, amidst the mingled moans of the three of them, he ejaculated into Zhou Yue'e's uterus. Maintaining this position, Xie Yunyue rubbed Zhao Lianzhu and Zhou Yue'e's breasts, rested his head on their jade arms, kissed their cherry lips, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, when the three woke up, they blushed with shame upon recalling the absurdity of the previous night. Zhao Lianzhu and Zhou Yue'e, in particular, were overcome with embarrassment. Zhao Lianzhu nestled into Xie Yunyue's arms, burying her head in his chest, and whispered shyly, "Brother Yun, you won't find us lewd, will you?"

Xie Yunyue laughed heartily, pulling both women into his embrace and giving each a passionate kiss before whispering, "Haven't you heard? A woman should act like a noblewoman in the living room, a housewife in the kitchen, and a wanton woman in bed. I like it all the time, how could I laugh at you?"

Zhao Lianzhu and Zhou Yue'e blushed deeply. Zhou Yue'e playfully scolded, "Tell me more..." "Go ahead, you're getting off easy. My sister and I aren't even married yet, and you've already given your bodies to us. Who knows how many girls you'll ruin in the future?"

Zhao Lianzhu chimed in, "Yes,

I'm afraid you'll forget about us by then." The two women echoed each other, and Xie Yunyue finally realized that "the blessing of having multiple wives" wasn't so easy to enjoy. Hearing this, he smiled bitterly and said, "Look at what you're saying! I'll never forget you. Once this is over, we'll retire to the mountains and be together forever."

The two women's faces also showed longing. Zhao Lianzhu said softly, "I really hope that day comes soon." For a moment, all three fell silent.

Xie Yunyue smiled and said, "That day won't be too far away." He then asked the two women in a low voice, "Is it still very painful?"

Zhao Lianzhu and Zhou Yue'e blushed. Zhao Lianzhu whispered

, "It's not very painful anymore." Zhou Yue'e complained softly, "You're one to talk! It hurt so much at first!" Then she smiled and said, "Although it was very painful at first, it was definitely worth it."

Zhao Lianzhu looked up at Xie Yunyue and whispered, "Could you stay a few more days before you leave?" Zhou Yue'e also looked at Xie Yunyue expectantly.

Xie Yunyue felt a pang of sadness. He longed to stay with his beloved wives forever, but he had many things to attend to. After a long silence, he said to the two women, "Alright, I'll leave in half a month. I'll stay with you two during this time, okay?"

"Brother Yun, really? You're so kind! I love you to death!" Zhao Lianzhu gave him a passionate kiss, which Xie Yunyue naturally accepted. He then kissed Zhou Yue'e deeply before they got up to wash and begin their new day.

Needless to say, this period was Xie Yunyue's happiest time. During the day, he accompanied his two beautiful wives in practicing martial arts, and at night, they enjoyed a blissful night together, their bodies intertwined, fully savoring the sweetness of newlywed life. However, joyful times always pass too quickly, and the day of parting arrived before he knew it. Xie Yunyue suppressed his sorrow, bid farewell to everyone, and rode alone on the road north to Yanyun.

The climate in the north is slightly later than in the south. In late April, while flowers were in full bloom and peaches were laden with fruit everywhere in the south, on the road to Yanyun, it was still early spring. Willows along the roadside were just sprouting tender buds, and wheat seedlings were undulating in the fields. The yellow, flat official road stretched as far as the eye could see, and soon, groups of mules and horses galloped by, raising clouds of yellow dust that seemed to roll endlessly.

Just then, a rider and a man came galloping up from the guard post, their alarm bells ringing rapidly. It was clear they were traveling at breakneck speed. As they drew closer, it became clear that both rider and horse had turned a deep yellow. The rider looked as if he had just crawled out of a pit of yellow earth, his face and head covered in a thick layer of yellow dust, only his two bright eyes visible. The rider was Xie Yunyue. After leaving Zhoujiazhuang, he hadn't lingered for a moment on the road. In three days and two nights, he had ridden like the wind to Liaocheng in Lu territory, then diagonally through Daming, Handan, and on his way to Shijiazhuang. He had just stopped at Shahe for a meal and learned that Shijiazhuang was still more than two hundred li away. Looking up at the sky, he saw the sun was past noon and thought he would reach Shijiazhuang by evening. He took out his water bag from beside the saddle, drank a few mouthfuls, shook the reins, and squeezed his legs together. The horse reared up, neighed loudly, and then galloped away like a cloud of dust.

Xie Yunyue originally planned to travel from Liaocheng, through Dexian, to Cangzhou, and then to the capital. However, he thought that after meeting Qiankun Shoulei Xiaotian in the capital, he still needed to visit Miss Zhao's home in Cangzhou. Therefore, he chose to travel via Handan, secretly wondering, "I wonder if the Nine-Fingered Divine Dragon Cangxi has followed me. I also left a message with Lü Wenliang when I passed through Gaoyou, instructing him to inform my elder brother of my whereabouts when I see him." It was nearly noon when he arrived at Gaoyi territory. The city walls and pheasant-shaped roofs were visible in the distance, appearing close but actually probably twenty or thirty li away. He flicked his whip twice, and his mount galloped even faster.

Xie Yunyue saw dust rising in the distance. Accompanied by the rapid sound of hooves, they approached in the blink of an eye. His keen senses allowed him to immediately discern five people on horseback. The first two riders each carried a heavy yellow object, but only when they were about a foot away did he realize that they were actually carrying two people, one of whom appeared to be a woman, from whom he could faintly hear weeping and wailing. He deduced that these people were not on a safe road, daring to commit such an outrageous act in broad daylight. He reined in his horse and waited for them. The five riders arrived in the blink of an eye. Xie Yunyue swung his whip, the sharp crack startling the first two riders, while the three behind them continued their hasty advance. Caught off guard, they collided head-on with the first two riders. The first two riders, thanks to their superior horsemanship, managed not to fall, but they still cried out in pain.

The five riders steadied themselves and realized someone was blocking their path. The man was covered in yellow dust, with only his two bright black eyes showing. The five of them were in no better shape. Fortunately, the wind was blowing in their direction, and the dust kicked up by the horses' hooves was being blew back onto them. Immediately, one of them shouted, "Boy, are you looking for death? You have no eyes and dare to block the way of the Five Tyrants of Lincheng! Get out of the way!"

Little did they know that Xie Yunyue was there to cause trouble, so he wouldn't easily give way. However, the Five Tyrants of Lincheng were also startled by their horses and confused. This road was probably more than ten zhang wide, enough for a dozen or twenty riders to ride side by side. How could one person and one horse possibly block their way? It seemed that the person who spoke was a bit confused. Xie Yunyue chuckled coldly, "I don't care about the Five Tyrants of Lincheng. Daring to kidnap innocent civilians in broad daylight shows you're all lawless and wicked. Make way, but leave those two behind, and you can go your way."

The man who spoke on horseback burst into wild laughter and shouted, "So you're an outsider, kid. Don't you know we're afraid of the law? You've come looking for trouble with us, are you tired of living? Well then, kid, prepare to die!" As he spoke, he spurred his horse, brandishing his sword and slashing down at Xie Yunyue's head. Xie Yunyue smiled slightly, and seeing the sword flash like snow, he suddenly stretched out his body, and with a flick of his wrist, he grabbed the man's wrist. The steel sword clattered to the ground. Xie Yunyue gently pulled the man back onto his horse, and with a swift movement of his right hand, he rescued the woman who was tucked under the man's right arm.

The man, who was originally the kidnapper, was instead kidnapped by Xie Yunyue. This retribution was too swift. Xie Yunyue was also furious at the man's rude words. He tightened his grip on the man's left hand, causing him to scream for help. The other four all had angry expressions in their eyes. Their facial expressions were hidden by the yellow earth, so no one could see them, but one could imagine what they were thinking. Xie Yunyue laughed loudly, "What five tyrants of Lincheng? They're all just good-for-nothings. They're no

match for you. Put that old man down obediently, or else..." He pointed to the man he was holding in his left ribs, "He won't be going back alive." Seeing this, the four men panicked and hastily put the old man down. One of them said, "Then please release my elder brother."

Xie Yunyue laughed again, loosened his grip, and the thief fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string. He chanted, "Considering this is your first offense, I'll spare your lives. If you continue to be wicked, then it won't be so easy. Leave the two horses behind, and get lost." The five tyrants of Lincheng, who bullied the weak and feared the strong, lost all their arrogance in an instant. They nodded repeatedly, leaving behind two horses, and the five of them rode away on three separate horses.

Xie Yunyue dismounted and helped the old man and woman to their feet, inquiring about the details. The old man choked back tears as he recounted, "I am Zhang Tianbao, from Lushan, Henan. For years, drought has ravaged the land, resulting in poor harvests and leaving my family destitute. My younger brother, whom I had lost contact with for many years, was rumored to be running a pastry shop in Gaoyi. So I brought my granddaughter, Xiaoxia, to Gaoyi to search for him. Unfortunately, he contracted an epidemic five years ago, and our entire family perished. I, an old man, and my daughter have traveled thousands of miles to find him, but we've run out of money. We were weeping in the suburbs of Gaoyi when the five local bullies took a liking to Xiaoxia and wanted to buy her as a concubine. I, this old man, insisted on refusing, and they..." The five men forcibly mounted her, and it was only thanks to my benefactor's rescue that my granddaughter was spared the humiliation of the bandits.

Xie Yunyue felt a pang of sorrow upon hearing this. He glanced at Xiaoxia and saw that although she was disheveled and her eyes were red and swollen, she was still very slender and beautiful, quite charming. He then took out a gold ingot, weighing a few taels, and some loose silver from his pouch and gave it to the old man, saying, "You two should hurry back to your hometown in Henan. This gold ingot is enough for you to start a small business, and the loose silver should be more than enough for your travel expenses." Zhang Tianbao thanked him profusely and mounted his horse with Xiaoxia.

Xie Yunyue slowed his pace and followed them to the outskirts of Gaoyi City. Only when he saw Zhang Tianbao and his companion turn towards Zanhuang and take the Shanxi route did he feel relieved. He flicked the reins and galloped off again, kicking up dust, towards Shijiazhuang. Shijiazhuang was a vital thoroughfare for those heading north to Beijing and west to Taiyuan. It was a bustling commercial center with a dense population. Xie Yunyue rode his horse at breakneck speed and arrived at the destination as the sun began to set. The road was truly a scene of carriages flowing like water and horses like dragons, with groups of ladies coming and going in droves. Covered in dust, he had no interest in sightseeing. He spurred his horse and looked around. In the distance, he saw a welcoming inn with a signboard swaying in the wind. As he approached, he saw that it was quite grand. Suddenly, he saw sixteen large red characters on a pink background: "Official Horse and Merchant Inn, Banquets and Gatherings, Drinks and Snacks Available."

Xie Yunyue thought to himself, "This is just what I wanted, so I won't have to look for it again." He immediately dismounted. The waiter rushed forward to stop him and lead the horse, bowing and smiling, "Sir, would you like to stay here? The upper rooms are very clean, please come in."

This welcoming inn had two entrances. The other entrance led to the dining and drinking areas, which were very elegant. Xie Yunyue was led into a separate small courtyard. Flowers and trees lined the windows, and the interior was luxuriously furnished. After washing up, Xie Yunyue came out and asked the waiter to lead him to the dining area. After changing his clothes, he looked like a wealthy young master. The waiter respectfully led him into the main hall.

The hall was already ninety percent full. Xie Yunyue's appearance drew frequent glances from most of the diners; his dashing and unconventional demeanor was simply too handsome. Xie Yunyue entered with a smile, sat down at an empty seat, casually ordered two or three dishes and two jin of Fenjiu liquor, then scanned the hall with his bright eyes. He noticed that several tables not far from his seat were also looking in his direction. At the table to his left sat two young men, one with a slightly dark complexion, handsome features, and piercing, piercing eyes; the other with a spirited and handsome appearance, clear and bright eyes. Both carried swords slung across their backs. They were both around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, and judging from the gleam in their eyes, they must be martial arts experts.

At another table sat a short, stout old man with white eyebrows and a white beard. His head was bald, and his large hands, gleaming with a cinnabar hue, shone brightly. He looked at Xie Yunyue with a smile, but Xie Yunyue quickly shifted his gaze to another table, where he noticed a young woman dressed in a two-tone outfit, a long, emerald-green tasseled sword slung across her shoulder. She was beautiful, but a deep worry lingered between her brows, and her watery eyes held a profound melancholy. When she saw Xie Yunyue looking at her, her face flushed, and she lowered her head.

Xie Yunyue thought to himself, "These people are all martial artists, probably like me, wandering the world. But does that young woman have some heavy burden on her mind? Why does she look so melancholy?" He couldn't help but glance at her several times.

The two people, the old man and the woman, had just seen Xie Yunyue enter. He was captivated by Xie Yunyue's handsome appearance and elegant demeanor, but he didn't realize he possessed extraordinary skills. The old man even thought to himself, "If this young man abandoned his studies and pursued martial arts, he might be a promising talent."

After a while, the wine and tea were served. Xie Yunyue lowered his head and drank, paying no further attention. He was exhausted from the long journey and his stomach was very empty. He finished two catties of Fenjiu in no time. The wine had a strong aftereffect, and his face was flushed, clearly showing that he was a little drunk. He also ate three bowls of rice. Just as he was about to leave his seat, he saw a waiter holding a note and hurriedly approaching the girl in black. He bent down and handed it to her. When the girl saw the note, her face changed color. She quietly asked the waiter, "Where is the messenger?"

The waiter replied, "The man handed the note to me and then left." The girl nodded. Seeing that there were no further instructions, the waiter left.

The young woman in black furrowed her brows even more. Xie Yunyue's heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, he heard the short, stout old man laugh loudly, "At worst, they're just cowards, bullying a poor child. What's with the long face? Do you know I, an old man, won't lift a finger?" His voice was loud and clear, startling everyone present. The diners all stared at the old man.

The short, stout old man seemed oblivious to everyone, continuing to mutter to himself while gulping down large mouthfuls of wine and meat, swallowing them whole as if they were dates—his eating manners were truly unsightly. Xie Yunyue knew the old man's words were not without reason, so he abandoned his plan to leave and sat there quietly, waiting to see how things would develop. Sure enough, the young woman, Xuanlao, gracefully curtsied before the short, stout old man and whispered, "I know you are no ordinary person, sir. I have traveled a long way, hoping to escape the tiger's den, but the villains refuse to let me go.

I beg you, sir, to lend me your assistance." The short, stout old man, now with a serious expression, waved his hand and said, "Miss Jiang, sit down and let's talk. I know that your joining the Qingfeng Gang was not something you could do against your will, and I also know that you remain untainted by the mire, and your character is commendable. Otherwise, how could you have come all this way?" "Easy to leave? I, an old man, have taken charge of this matter, and I'll see it through to the end. However, the people who have come this time are all formidable figures within the gang, and they may not be so easy to deal with, but they also won't get away unscathed from my hands."

These words were spoken softly, but Xie Yunyue heard them clearly. He thought to himself, "My second brother, Lei Xiaotian, once said that my father killed many of Qingfeng Gang members, thus incurring their enmity. The people who attacked my father's accomplices in the Three Hunan regions are likely mostly from the Qingfeng Gang. I can't help but lend this girl a hand." But then he saw the two young men on the left walk up to the short, fat old man and bow, saying, "Senior, are you perhaps Master Jing, the short, fat Fang Shuo from Songshan?"

The short, fat old man raised his white eyebrows and laughed, "You two children, how do you know my name?"

The dark-faced young man hurriedly said, "Junior Jiang Zongxian and Dongfang Yukun, what brings us here to pay our respects to Master Jing?"

The short, fat old man's eyes flashed with light, and he jumped up, exclaiming with delight, "What, you are the ones who have been rumored to be from Emei Mountain in recent years? " "A rising star indeed! That old bald man, Huikong, has excellent judgment, finding two such exceptionally talented successors." He chuckled and added, "This old man was just looking for help. This Miss Jiang is being driven to desperation by the Qingfeng Gang. Why don't you two help her?"

Upon hearing that the short, stout old man was none other than Jing Fang, Xie Yunyue's heart skipped a beat. His father, before his death, had often heard him speak of this old man, and they were sworn brothers. Before Xie Yunyue was even born, the old man had already disappeared without a trace. However, Xie Wen remained unaware that in the year of his incident, Jing Fang reappeared in the martial world, going to great lengths to investigate Xie Wen's case. Through open and covert investigations, he uncovered some of the suspects involved in the attack years ago. Unable to confirm their identities and fearing to alert the mastermind and allow them to escape, he hesitated to act. He also refused to believe that Xie Wen had died so mysteriously. He traveled throughout the seven northern and nine southern provinces, but still could not ascertain Xie Wen's fate. This time, also for Xie Wen's sake, he secretly investigated the Qingfeng Gang's headquarters in Lüliang Mountain. He inadvertently discovered Jiang's affairs and followed her all the way, calmly resolving the dangers.

Xie Yunyue then heard the two young men identify themselves as Jiang Zongyao and Dongfang Yuhun, and suddenly remembered that Feng Boxiong had mentioned the rising stars of the martial arts world in Jinhua. Weren't these two among them? So he couldn't help but take a closer look. Both Jiang Zongyao, the Black-faced Mole, and Dongfang Yukun, the Heavenly Gang Sword, noticed Xie Yunyue's intense attention on them. Jiang Zongyao frowned and whispered to Dongfang Yukun, "Junior brother, why is that young man staring at us so often? Could it be..."

Dongfang Yukun laughed, "This young man is just curious about the behavior of people in the martial arts world, so he can't help but glance at us a few more times. Besides, his gaze is upright and not wicked. There's no need to make a fuss about it. If that's really the case, does that mean we won't allow him to look?"

"That's right." The short Fang Shuo slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "Kid, you're allowed to look at others, but others aren't allowed to look at you? That's too unfair." Jiang Zongyao, the Black-faced Mole, turned purplish-black and remained silent, embarrassed.

As soon as the short Fang Shuo finished speaking, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he looked at Xie Yunyue again, feeling more and more fond of him the more he looked at him. After scrutinizing Xie Yunyue's face from head to toe, Jing Fang suddenly burst into laughter, clapping his hands together heavily, muttering to himself, "How can he be so similar to him? Not at all different. Strange, strange!"

Seeing this, Xie Yunyue's heart stirred again. He rose and watched as the short, wiry man approached. Reaching him, he smiled and said, "May I ask if you, venerable senior, are you the short, wiry man Jing Fang?"

Jing Fang, whose eyes had been narrowed to slits, suddenly opened them wide at the question, his gaze sharp and imposing. "Young man, who are you? How do you know my name?"

Xie Yunyue smiled and said, "Venerable senior Jing, may I have a word with you in private?"

The short, wiry man Jing Fang glared at him and said, "A true man has nothing to hide. What's there to hide here? Why be so secretive?"

Xie Yunyue's handsome face flushed. His father had once said that this sworn brother was quite witty, but he meant no harm. However, the narrow-minded Xie Yunyue couldn't quite handle it on the spot, so he shook his head and smiled, "Good evening..." "I have unspeakable difficulties, and I humbly request your assistance, venerable elder."

Short Fang Shuo blinked, seemingly helpless, and said, "Alright, little brat, this is the only time, and there will be no next time." He urged Mei Zongyao, "You little brats, wait here for me, don't run away, I'll be right back."

Then Xie Yunyue, the brave warrior, led Fang Shuo to his bedroom. Since his bedroom was a separate small courtyard, there was no fear of eavesdropping. As soon as the two entered the bedroom, Short Fang Shuo sat down on the bed and said, "Little brat..." "Son, you've made this old man travel such a long way. Now you can finally pull out your 'dog skin plaster'!"

Xie Yunyue chuckled inwardly. This uncle was truly witty. He straightened his face and said, "Uncle Jing, do you remember Xie Wen, the judge who chased the soul?"

Before he could finish speaking, Ai Fangshuo leaped up, grabbed Xie Yunyue's hands, his eyes filled with tears, and his voice trembled as he said, "How could you be... No wonder I felt a connection the moment I saw you. Goodness, Heaven truly has eyes." He couldn't help but cry tears of joy.

Deeply moved, Xie Yunyue knelt down to pay his respects to his uncle. At this moment, the short Fang Shuo completely abandoned his humorous demeanor, grabbed him, and burst into tears. Xie Yunyue sobbed, "My father passed away three years ago."

The short Fang Shuo, tears streaming down his face, choked out, "It's a pity that after twenty years of separation, my sworn brother has passed away. Xianren, tell this good-for-nothing of yours the details you know."

So Xie Yunyue recounted the murder of his mother, his father's long journey to seek revenge, the attack on Hunan, his escape to southern Jiangxi, his rescue and shelter by an unknown high monk, his death three years ago, his own re-acceptance of the unknown high monk as his master, and his whereabouts over the past six months—all in a concise and brief manner. He also told him that he had concealed his name in order to secretly seek revenge.

After listening, Ai Fangshuo and Jing Fang smiled and said, "Good, Xianren has ambition. As your uncle, I will certainly help you. Several people in the Qingfeng Gang are suspected of attacking your father. The truth is not yet clear, so we should avoid alerting them. This matter cannot be resolved in a short time. Fortunately, there is still a long time ahead, so let's discuss it in detail later. The young men in front have been waiting for a long time, so let's go quickly."

Returning to the table, Ai Fangshuo pointed to Xie Yunyue and smiled, "This is the son of an old friend of mine. His surname is Yan and his given name is Yue. You young people should get to know him better." Then the young men introduced themselves, repeatedly expressing their pleasure at meeting him. The girl in black was named Jiang Yaohong.

It was then that Ai Fangshuo and Jing Fang spoke, asking, "Miss Jiang, where did this rat of a man arrange to meet you?"

Jiang Yaohong hurriedly replied, "We agreed to meet at midnight." She took out a slip of paper and handed it to Ai Fangshuo. Everyone looked at it and saw that it read: "A decree instructing the traitorous Black-Clad Dragon Girl Jiang Yaohong to report to the Gangshang branch altar at midnight immediately. Disobedience will result in death." It was issued by Xu Ziming, the White Tiger Incense Master of the Qingfeng Gang.

Jiang Yaohong said with a worried face, "Xu Ziming is one of the Four Cool Ones of the Qingfeng Gang, with unparalleled martial arts skills. If he comes, I'm afraid the Eighteen Arhats and their leaders will also come, along with the best fighters from the Gangshang branch altar. There will be no less than forty or fifty people. We few people seem to be outnumbered and outmatched."

Ai Fangshuo and Jing Fang frowned and said with worry, "That's true, but can I, an old man, really go and find help?"

Everyone laughed at this. Xie Yunyue suddenly remembered that the "Divine Dragon Lion Tiger Token" given by Cang Xi was very useful and hurriedly said, "Uncle, do you intend to protect Jiang..." "The girl has escaped the tiger's den, but she still wants to fight on the hill."

Ai Fangshuo laughed and said, "Nephew, what can you do if you don't fight? The Qingfeng Gang has already laid spies around the Yingbin Inn. If they hadn't seen this old man here, they would have already stormed in and captured her. Why is it so easy now?"

Xie Yunyue smiled and said, "If you need help, that's easy. I'll just go out for a walk and come back."

Ai Fangshuo frowned slightly, worried, "Nephew, you're new to this place and unfamiliar with the area. Where will you find my help?" He worried that Xie Yunyue's martial arts skills were insufficient and that he might be ambushed by the Qingfeng Gang if he went out.

But Xie Yunyue simply smiled and said, "Uncle, don't worry, I'll be there soon." Then he walked out of the Yingbin Inn.

Night had fallen, the sky was shrouded in darkness, and the stars were numerous. There was no moonlight, only the pale red glow of the four oil-paper lanterns in front of the inn. In the distance, the lights of the bustling street stretched like a long dragon. The inn was still a long way from the entrance. Xie Yunyue stood there for a while, then headed towards the center of the road. He hadn't taken ten steps when a tall, thin man blocked his way. Xie Yunyue knew it was a hidden guard from the Qingfeng Gang and was slightly annoyed. In such a crowded place, the Qingfeng Gang was too lawless. He hissed, "Why are you blocking my way?"

The tall, thin man sneered, "A man's eyes don't tolerate dirt. You little dog, aren't you Jiang Yaohong's companion with that old dog?"

Xie Yunyue snorted, "So what if I am? So what if I'm not?"

The tall, thin man sneered, "That's good. If you're wronged, come with me to see someone." With that, he swiftly reached out and grabbed Xie Yunyue's wrist.

Xie Yunyue didn't flinch. The moment the lanky man touched his wrist, he felt as if he were gripping a piece of steel, slippery and unyielding. Startled, he was surprised when Xie Yunyue reversed his wrist and clamped down with two fingers, leaving the lanky man numb and speechless. Xie Yunyue laughed, "I think you'd better accompany me on the next leg of the journey."

So they took hands and walked towards the center of the street. The lanky man involuntarily moved his feet. Xie Yunyue pretended to chat and laugh with the lanky man, as if they were old friends reunited. On this street, Qingfeng Gang's hidden officers were everywhere, mingling in the crowd and looking around. Seeing the lanky man and Xie Yunyue being so friendly, they became suspicious and watched the two walk away.

Xie Yunyue walked into a small alley, patted the thin man on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Please wait here for a moment. Thank you." With that, he hurried away, leaving the poor thin man frozen in place against the wall, staring at him like a statue.

Xie Yunyue walked briskly down the street, when he spotted a disheveled, middle-aged beggar stretching out his hand to ask for alms. Xie Yunyue slowly approached and slipped the "Divine Dragon Lion Tiger Token" into the beggar's palm. Upon seeing the bronze token, the beggar's face changed color. Xie Yunyue smiled slightly, reached out and took back the "Bronze Divine Dragon Lion and Tiger Token," placing it in his robes. He said, "I have urgent business to attend to. Quickly inform your gang leader to dispatch all the martial arts experts in your gang to the Qingfeng Gang branch altar at midnight tonight to lend me a hand. I have a grudge against that gang, but do not make a move before I show myself."

The middle-aged beggar knelt on one knee and respectfully replied, "This junior obeys."

Xie Yunyue hurriedly walked back, pulling the thin man back to where they had met. He released the man's pressure points and sneered, "With your meager skills, you dare to act arrogantly in front of me? Quickly remove the hidden guards around this Yingbin Inn and immediately inform that old thief Xu Ziming that Miss Jiang and I will arrive at midnight." With that, he turned and walked into the inn.

He saw that Dwarf Fang Shuo and Miss Jiang were sitting and waiting, their faces showing anxiety. When he saw him coming, Dwarf Fang Shuo squinted and smiled, "Nephew, how is the matter of finding help?"

Xie Yunyue smiled and said, "Everything is arranged. Uncle, when do we set off?"

Dwarf Fang Shuo laughed loudly and said, "It's not even the second watch yet, what's the rush? This old man hasn't had enough wine yet."

Xie Yunyue smiled at Dongfang Yukun and the others, his intention being to mock his uncle's fondness for wine. Dongfang Yukun smiled back and asked, "Brother Yan, who is the helper you've arranged?"

Xie Yunyue blinked and smiled, "Secrets are not to be shared with six ears; you'll find out when the time comes." Jiang was deeply moved and uneasy, feeling that her actions had endangered others' lives. She gazed at Xie Yunyue with gratitude, lost in thought.

Seeing Jiang's face flushed, her dark eyes deep and fixed on him, Xie Yunyue knew she was worried about tonight's events. He couldn't help but smile and say, "Miss Jiang, don't worry, tonight we'll surely turn misfortune into good fortune." But Jiang continued to gaze at him with affection, a slight smile playing on her lips. He was suddenly struck by a realization; Jiang's expression was clearly an expression of deep affection. His handsome face flushed, and he awkwardly turned to Dongfang Yukun.

Jiang Zongyao and the other man smiled and said, "Miss Jiang has suffered too much these past few days; look how distressed she is." Dongfang Yukun and the others kept their mouths shut, suppressing their laughter, afraid of embarrassing Xie Yunyue, and dared not speak, only nodding.

Ai Fangshuo kept pouring wine down his throat; a large tin pot in front of him, probably weighing several jin, was completely empty. He clapped his hands and said, "Little one, don't deceive yourself. You should know that love will eventually turn into hate. Just be careful." Upon hearing this, Miss Jiang knew that her earlier behavior had been observed by Ai Fangshuo, and she was so ashamed she wished she could disappear into the ground. Xie Yunyue lowered his head in silence, while Dongfang Yukun and the other man chuckled secretly. Ai Fangshuo

grinned and said, "Alright, it's time to go." He placed a silver ingot on the table, stood up, and walked out, Xie Yunyue and the others following closely behind.

It was past midnight, and the number of pedestrians was gradually decreasing. The group hadn't gone far from the inn when Xie Yunyue, with his sharp eyes, spotted a tall, thin man leading five men, like a flock of autumn geese, blocking their path about five zhang away. His anger flared, and he lunged forward, instantly reaching the tall, thin man. He coldly sneered, "I see you won't give up until you see the Yellow River.

Just now, I said something to you." The tall, thin man, not paying much attention, slightly opened his palms and shouted, "I was careless just now and fell for your trick! What are you so arrogant about? I am here on the orders of Master Xu of the Che Hall to guide you."

Suddenly, Xie Yunyue snorted, his left hand flashing out, swiftly grabbing the tall, thin man's wrist and pulling him towards him. With a flick of his right hand, he delivered a crisp slap to the man's face. His left hand tightened, and as Xie Yunyue's right foot rose, the tall, thin man cried out "Ouch!" before his entire body flew straight out, crashing into the five bandits. The momentum was too great, and the five bandits were already close enough that there was no time to back down.

With a thud, two of them were knocked backward by the skinny man. Xie Yunyue sneered at the other three bandits, "You'd better hurry up and run away with your tails between your legs, or else I'll still deal with you." The three bandits were terrified, picked up the three men on the ground, and ran away in a very disheveled state.

This move stunned the short Fang Shuo and the others, because Xie Yunyue had only used a few movements—a graceful leap, a flick of the wrist, a slap, a flying kick—and they hadn't even seen how he moved. It was as fast as lightning, fleeting and clean. Dongfang Yukun and Jiang Zongyao were both disciples of masters and now influential figures in the martial arts world, arrogant and conceited, but their eyes recognized his skill and they admired him from the bottom of their hearts. Jiang Yaohong opened her bright eyes, her face full of surprise. Ai Fangshuo was the happiest, grinning from ear to ear. He had initially thought Xie Yunyue was just a scholar, but now that he saw his sworn brother's son's martial arts were extraordinary, enough to make a name for himself in the martial world, he was overjoyed.

The group of five hurried to the hill, which was fifteen miles east of Shijiazhuang. It was a small town with only about four hundred households, surrounded by loess hills and desolate landscapes. It was a good place for a martial arts contest. Ai Fangshuo wanted to test his nephew's lightness skill, so he immediately used his superior lightness skill. In an instant, he had traveled seven or eight miles. Xie Yunyue, however, did not move his upper body, his feet moving like flowing water, keeping up with him. It seemed that he had not even used his full strength. Ai Fangshuo was secretly shocked. On the other hand, Hei Mole, Jiang Zongyao and the other two were already more than ten feet behind, and Jiang Yaohong was panting heavily.

Ai Fangshuo slowed his pace, letting Jiang and the others catch up. Jiang Zongyao and Dongfang Yukun grasped Xie Yunyue's hands, saying, "Brother Yan, your lightness skill is simply unbelievable. We admire you immensely." Xie Yunyue smiled modestly.

The night wind blew fiercely, chilling them to the bone, a whistling sound filling the air. There were no passersby, only five dark figures moving through the vast darkness. As they drew closer to Gangshang Town, two dark figures suddenly darted out from the hills beside the road, clearly asking, "Are any elders of the Beggars' Sect among those approaching?" Hearing this, Yue

Yunyue knew the Beggars' Sect had come to meet them. He leaped into the air to greet the two approaching figures. The two Beggars' Sect members knelt on one knee before Xie Yunyue, saying, "Ba Jinhe, the leader of the Shijiazhuang Beggars' Sect, along with his disciple Yu Long, greets the elder."

Xie Yunyue helped them up and smiled, "Leader Ba, no need for formalities. How many men did you bring tonight?"

Ba Jinhe replied with his hands at his sides, "A total of... " "Twenty-five people, please tell me how to arrange things, Elder?"

Xie Yunyue replied, "You should only lie in ambush around the perimeter of the area. Do not reveal yourselves until we are no match for you. The Qingfeng Gang is very powerful, so we should avoid bringing endless danger to our gang."

Ba Jin and Nuonuo obeyed. Xie Yunyue then turned to the middle-aged beggar who had relayed the order to him and said, "Brother Yu, you have done a good job. On behalf of the elders of our sect, I commend you."

Yu Long hurriedly said, "Thank you for your kindness, Elder."

Xie Yunyue then said, "Go and make the arrangements quickly." So the two of them knelt on one knee again, turned around, and disappeared into the hills.

At this moment, Dwarf Fang Shuo opened his eyes wide in surprise and said, "Truly remarkable, my nephew. When did you become an elder of the Beggars' Sect?"

Xie Yunyue chuckled and said, "I am just a fake elder, a figurehead." Dwarf Fang Shuo knew there was more to this than met the eye. He frowned, said nothing more, and ran away as fast as the wind.

Tongshang Town was already in sight, with only a few scattered lights peeking through the window cracks. Suddenly, a loud whooshing sound arose, and seven or eight dark figures surged forward. One of them let out a loud laugh and said, "Senior Jing has arrived! Xu Ziming is late in welcoming you and apologizes in person."

Dwarf Fang Shuo also laughed heartily, "Hall Master Xu's reputation is renowned far and wide. I, Jing, have long admired him. I never expected that we, who are not related by blood, would meet on this unexpected turn of events in Gangshang Town."

Xu Ziming said in a deep voice, "Senior Jing, it's no trouble at all." At this moment, the Qingfeng Gang lit eight tung oil torches. The flames flickered in the wind, and thick smoke filled the entire yellow sand road.

Upon seeing Jiang Yaohong, Xu Ziming immediately changed his voice and shouted, "Jiang Yaohong, our gang has treated you well, yet you dare to betray us without cause, killing and injuring many of our brothers along the way. Today, we are here on the orders of our gang leader to capture you. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Jiang Yaohong, seeing Xu Ziming, widened her eyes, almost spitting fire. She gritted her teeth, making a grinding sound, her palms sweating, and said, "You old scoundrel, I wish I could eat your flesh and sleep on your skin! If it weren't for your repeated instigations to the gang leader, forcing me to submit, this wouldn't have happened."

Seeing Jiang Yaohong reveal her true colors on the spot... His scarred face sneered incessantly, sending chills down everyone's spines. With a wave of his hand, fifty or sixty men surged forward, surrounding Jiang Yaohong and the others. Xu Ziming's face darkened as he said, "You lowly wench, look at these brothers who were ordered to capture you and bring you back to the mountain. Don't endanger the lives of your good friends who came with you. Come back to the mountain with us safely, and we can guarantee you will be unharmed." Upon seeing so many experts, Miss Jiang paled. Dwarf Fang Shuo seemed oblivious, while Black Moller Jiang Zongyao sneered repeatedly. Xie Yunyue and Dongfang Yukun exchanged glances, both showing contempt.

Hei Mole Jiang Zongyao moved swiftly, appearing in front of Xu Ziming. He sneered, "Xu Ziming, don't rely on your numbers. In my opinion, you're all incompetent. Why bother bringing your men to fill the ranks? Miss Jiang has her own freedom; she hasn't sold herself to the Qingfeng Gang. Why should you act so arrogantly?"

Xu Ziming laughed wildly, "Who are you, daring to act so arrogantly in front of us?"

Jiang Zongyao smiled proudly, "I am Hei Mole Jiang Zongyao. Did you hear me?"

Xu Ziming was slightly surprised, thinking to himself, "I've heard that two little killing stars have emerged in the martial world. Are they the ones?" He sized up Jiang Zongyao with his thieving eyes, then chuckled dryly, "So it's you. We'd like to see what amazing martial arts you have."

Before he could finish speaking, a man darted out from behind Xu Ziming and said, "Master Xu, let Song Kewen handle this one."

Song Kewen rolled his eyes at Jiang Zongyao and said sinisterly, "Jiang, tonight, this mound of yellow earth will be your burial ground."

Jiang Zongyao sneered, swayed, and quickly struck out with both palms, aiming for Song Kewen's shoulders. Song Kewen was startled by the speed of his attack and quickly twisted his body, flicking his wrists with a "Cloud-Turning and Moon-Sweeping" technique, trying to seize Jiang Zongyao's wrists. Jiang Zongyao smiled slightly, swiftly retracted his palms, flicked his right leg, and tapped his left foot, his entire body spinning from the side to behind Song Kewen. His left palm flipped slightly and struck Song Kewen's back chest. This kind of movement was absolutely beautiful and rare in the martial arts world. Xie Yunyue was slightly impressed when he saw it. As expected of a disciple of a famous master, his reputation for causing a sensation in the martial arts world was well-deserved.

Seeing Jiang Zongyao's single leg sweep towards him, Song Kewen took a step back. He then unleashed a powerful downward slash with his right palm, using the "Mysterious Bird Slicing Sand" technique, but the leg was a feint. Jiang Zongyao flew behind him, disappearing from sight. Song Kewen realized he was in trouble, but couldn't stop in time. He felt a solid palm strike to his chest. His vision blurred, his blood surged, and he lunged forward. But before he could recover, Jiang Zongyao withdrew his right leg and slashed at his anus. The pain was excruciating, and he staggered forward seven or eight steps before collapsing to the ground.

Xu Ziming was alarmed. Song Kewen was one of the eighteen Arhats of this hall, with six or seven tenths of his internal and external skills. He hadn't expected him to be defeated in just two moves. Xu Ziming realized that tonight's events would be difficult to resolve easily. He frowned and ordered his men to carry Song Kewen away. Suddenly, another person appeared from behind him and said, "Hall Master Xu, let me, Poison Claw God Kong Yuan, deal with this little beast."

Xu Ziming said, "Headmaster Kong, you'd better be careful."

Kong Yuan nodded, flipped his hands, and a pair of Five Poison Chicken Claw Scythes appeared in his hands. He shouted, "Little dog, why don't you draw your sword? Tonight, I'll let you taste the flavor of my Five Poison Soul-Severing Scythe!"

Hearing this, Hei Mole raised his eyebrows. Just as he was about to draw his sword, Dongfang Yukun appeared in a flash and laughed, "Senior Brother, let me deal with this thief."

Jiang Zongyao smiled slightly and floated back five feet. Dongfang Yukun drew his long sword, waved it, and stared at Kong Yuan with his starry eyes, indicating that he would do as he pleased and that he didn't care to talk to him. With a strange cry, Poison Claw God Kong Yuan unleashed his chicken-claw scythes, which came swiftly towards him like the wind. Dongfang Yukun flicked his wrist, executed a sword technique, and with a flash of blue light, thrust forward. Kong Yuan possessed unique skill with his chicken-claw scythes; the tips of the scythes contained a strange poison that would kill upon contact with blood. As Kong Yuan saw the sword coming, he swiftly retracted his scythes, raised his arms, and stepped forward with his left foot. He unleashed his scythes, using techniques of grabbing, deflecting, grasping, hooking, and striking—every move was poisonous. His scythes moved like the wind, traversing the entire arena. The scythes were jet black, and in this rapid attack, all that could be seen were ghostly black hands.

Dongfang Yukun remained motionless within a two-foot circle, unleashing the Heavenly Gang Sword Technique with his longsword. This was an Emei Sect's ultimate skill, possessing formidable power. Countless streaks of blue light appeared, accompanied by whistling winds. He unleashed three moves in one strike, raising three large silver flowers. Several times, Kong Yuan's double scythes touched the sword's blade, causing him to stagger. Kong Yuan was a renowned expert within the Qingfeng Gang, far superior to Song Kewen. This was why he had been able to hold his own against Dongfang Yukun for some time.

Dongfang Yukun grew impatient with the prolonged battle with Kong Yuan. With a long roar, he swiftly flicked his right wrist, unleashing three rapid attacks, targeting the vital acupoints of Chengjiang, Qimen, and Qihai. Seeing his opponent's longsword unleash a myriad of silver rays aimed at him, dazzling and chilling, Kong Yuan was greatly alarmed. He blocked with his double scythes and hastily retreated. However, Dongfang Yukun laughed heartily, taking advantage of Kong Yuan's momentary lapse in concentration, and suddenly extended his body, unleashing a "Heavenly Gentleman Hanging Upside Down" move from mid-air, cleaving down on Kong Yuan's head with the force of a waterfall and thunder, a cascading silver river.

This move was indeed incredibly powerful. Kong Yuan saw the sword light in front of him disappear, and then saw the ten-thousand-foot-long blue rainbow cleaving down from the sky. He was terrified and tried to spun around, but the sword was incredibly fast, and the blade sliced off a piece of flesh from his buttocks. Blood gushed out, and Kong Yuan cried out as he fell to the ground. Before falling, he didn't forget to hurt his opponent. With a clang, his right hand swung the chicken claw scythe back. Seeing the chicken-claw sickle flying towards him, Dongfang Yukun hurriedly parried with his longsword. Jiang Yaohong shouted from behind, "Don't block it! Retreat quickly!"

Before Dongfang Yukun could even hear her, it was too late. His longsword had already clashed with the sickle. With a clang, a stream of poisonous sand flew from the sickle, covering Dongfang Yukun's entire body like scattered flowers. Just as Dongfang Yukun was about to perish from the poisonous sand, a loud shout suddenly came from the short Fang Shuo. He pushed with both palms, sending all the poisonous sand towards Xu Ziming.

Seeing the poisonous sand being pushed back, Xu Ziming and the others frantically leaped backward, waving their hands and waving them away. The night wind was strong in the open field; even a little bit of poisonous sand that touched their skin turned purplish-black, leaving Xu Ziming and the others in a chaotic frenzy. Dongfang Yukun, narrowly escaping death, was filled with rage. With a swift stroke of his longsword, he severed the head of the Poison Claw God Kong Yuan at the neck, a spray of blood erupting in a streak of light.

Xu Ziming and the others, their initial shock subsiding, surged forward. Xu Ziming, leading the Sixteen Arhats, surrounded the five men, including Ai Fangshuo. Xu Ziming sneered, "Hero Jing, it's already wrong of you to get involved in this mess for the sake of our sect's betrayal of this lowly servant. Furthermore, you've killed two of our disciples. When will this feud end? Why not heed my advice and hand over this lowly servant? Tonight's matter will be wiped clean. Otherwise, hehe, it seems you won't escape this place." Ai

Fangshuo narrowed his eyes and laughed. He said, "Master Xu, matters of the world are for the people to manage. Why muddy the waters? The Qingfeng Gang has gone to such lengths for a mere girl. I, Jing, am ashamed for you. Let me tell you frankly, I, Jing, am determined to handle this matter. I've heard that you, Xu Ziming, have mastered the Black Sand Palm, a unique skill. If you're not convinced, feel free to come at me." A long laugh rang out, and Xu Ziming, having gathered his strength in both palms, lunged forward. The sound and the man arrived simultaneously, unleashing a violent gust of wind that struck towards the chest of the short Fang Shuo. It was incredibly fast.

Short Fang Shuo let out a long laugh, his sleeves fluttering rapidly as he unleashed his unique "Five Elements Palm" technique. Both movements were swift as lightning, and the impact of their palm strikes sent both men staggering back two steps. Short Fang Shuo, astonished by Xu Ziming's profound skill, flicked his left sleeve, spun to the right, and unleashed another palm strike towards Xu Ziming's ribs. Xu Ziming let out a strange laugh, deflecting the palm strike with a "Phoenix Facing the Sun" move of his left palm. However, taking advantage of this opening, Short Fang Shuo simultaneously swung his left palm, unleashing an incredibly powerful "Five Elements" energy towards Xu Ziming. Caught off

guard by Short Fang Shuo's unexpected move, Xu Ziming hastily shifted his body, his left palm colliding with Short Fang Shuo's Five Elements energy. The difference in strength was immediately apparent; Xu Ziming's massive body was sent tumbling backward more than ten feet. Having gained the upper hand with his first strike, Dwarf Fang Shuo launched a series of attacks, his Five Elements Qi growing stronger with each blow. With a loud laugh, his figure grew enormous, his white eyebrows and beard bristling. Xu Ziming, forced to spin around by Fang Shuo's palm strikes, was enraged, his hair flowing like a river, roaring repeatedly. In the torchlight, the two appeared like fierce warriors, their hair and beards bristling, exhaling powerful gusts of wind that whipped up clouds of yellow sand that filled the entire open field.

Dwarf Fang Shuo spared no effort, using all his strength, unleashing his full power in a seventy or eighty-odd exchange. Xu Ziming's forehead was already beaded with sweat; although he hadn't yet suffered a decisive defeat, he was showing signs of exhaustion. Seeing the situation was dire, the sixteen Arhats who had accompanied Xu Ziming roared and charged forward, each wielding a weapon. The forty or fifty bandits on the outer circle also shortened their arc, moving forward two or three zhang.

As soon as the Sixteen Arhats launched their attack, Jiang Zongyao (Black Moller) and Dongfang Yukun (Heavenly Gang Sword) roared in unison, each brandishing their longswords and charging forward to meet the Sixteen Arhats. Xu Ziming's men, joining the fray, suddenly felt the pressure ease and regained their vigor, unleashing their palm strikes in rapid succession. Seventeen against three, even with their unparalleled martial arts

, the Dwarf Fang Shuo and his companions were unable to gain the upper hand. Jiang Yaohong thought to herself, "Others are risking their lives for my cause; it wouldn't be right for me to stand idly by." She drew her longsword, ready to leap into the fray, but Xie Yunyue stopped her, shaking his head and laughing, "If you get involved, it's like throwing yourself into the tiger's den. All our preparations will be for naught. Don't be impatient. The villains will not succeed." Hearing this, Jiang Yaohong stopped, but remained uneasy, smiling gratefully at Xie Yunyue.

Xie Yunyue initially intended to make a move, but seeing that Dongfang Yukun and Jiang Zongyao had already flown out, and fearing that leaving Miss Jiang alone would leave her vulnerable to ambush and capture by the thieves, would be a waste of his efforts. Therefore, he temporarily refrained from acting, secretly devising a strategy to repel the enemy. A series of calculations came to mind, and he thought, "Why don't I capture the leader first and start with Xu Ziming?" With this thought in mind, he carefully observed the situation on the field.

Jiang Zongyao and Dongfang Yukun wielded their two longswords, which gleamed like divine dragons, dancing among the crowd. The short Fang Shuo used his right palm to deal with Xu Ziming, while his other palm unleashed Five Elements Qi to force back the four approaching bandits. With each strike, the four bandits stumbled. Undeterred, however, they charged forward again after withdrawing their palms, and the short Fang Shuo was momentarily helpless against them.

Xie Yunyue whispered to Jiang Yaohong, "Miss Jiang, I'm about to make my move. Be careful of the bandits and guard against sneak attacks." With that, he let out a dragon's roar, and before anyone could see what he did, he vanished into the fray. Miss Jiang only saw a blur before he disappeared, leaving her utterly astonished.

Xu Ziming was spitting out his palms when he suddenly felt a strange numbness in his right wrist, his mind tensing up. His vision blurred, and suddenly a handsome young man appeared before him, his right wrist gripped by three fingers. His inner energy suddenly gathered in his chest, unable to be released; he felt his blood surging and his qi rising. Xie Yunyue shouted, "Stop!"

The short Fang Shuo was already struggling against Xu Ziming with a single palm strike when he saw Xie Yunyue swiftly appear before Xu Ziming, seizing his wrist. Overjoyed, he leaped back five feet, thinking with boundless admiration, "This boy is truly a dragon among men! Brother Xie, with such a son, you can die in peace." Dongfang Yukun and Jiang Zongyao, their swords flashing, felled three or four men. Seeing that Xie Yunyue had already captured Xu Ziming, they were filled with admiration and, hearing the shout, leaped back to Jiang Yaohong's side.

The bandits were all stunned. Xie Yunyue looked at Xu Ziming and coldly smiled, "Xu Ziming, what do you have to say now?" "

Xu Ziming, the Black Sand Palm user, was visibly shaken by Xie Yunyue's grip on his wrist, his face paling. He was shocked by the young man's unparalleled skill, which allowed him to break through his Black Sand Palm attack and seize his wrist. Despite this, he still forced

a smile and said, 'I was careless for a moment and was outmaneuvered by you. What else do you have to say? I don't care if I die, but I'm truly worried about how you will escape this trap.' Xie Yunyue chuckled and said, 'So you're relying on your numbers to threaten me?' He turned and shouted, 'Brother Yu Long, listen up! Hold your positions and show yourselves to him!'

Suddenly, a roar erupted from all sides, and several dark figures emerged from the hills, surrounding the Qingfeng Gang members. Xu Ziming was terrified. Xie Yunyue smiled and said, 'Xu Ziming, you should know that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Your schemes have been in vain.'" "Then, with a tightening of three fingers, Xu Ziming suddenly felt as if hundreds of venomous snakes were biting and writhing all over his body, the pain and itching unbearable. A shrill scream escaped his throat, and two streams of tears involuntarily fell.

Xie Yunyue sneered, "Old thief, if you agree to two conditions, I will spare your life; otherwise, I will let you taste the seven-day soul-severing experience of being searched by Yin."

Xu Ziming trembled and hurriedly said, "I agree to everything. Just tell me."

"First, from now on, you are not allowed to make things difficult for Miss Jiang again. If any incident occurs, you will be held responsible. Second, starting tomorrow, you will abolish the Gangshang branch, and the Qingfeng Gang will be limited to Shanxi Province. How about it?" "Xie Yunyue said with a smile. Xu Ziming, having been subdued, had no choice but to agree, nodding silently.

Xie Yunyue released his right hand, then swiftly struck Xu Ziming's "Zhangmen" acupoint with his wrist, laughing, "I know you are incredibly cunning, but I had no choice. Now that your acupoints are sealed, you cannot use your true strength for six months, otherwise your blood will attack your heart. You can't blame me for not warning you beforehand. No one else can undo my acupoint technique..." He then straightened his expression and said, "I also know you lost without thinking. Let me show you my skills. Just tell your men to be careful when I make a move." After Xu Ziming's acupoints were sealed, he tried to circulate his qi, but suddenly felt hot blood rushing out of his body, and his limbs became extremely numb. Knowing the danger, he couldn't help but sigh. Hearing this, he glanced at the sixteen Arhats beside him with surprise and suspicion.

At this moment, Xie Yunyue let out a long laugh, and with a flash, he returned to his original position, hands behind his back, smiling. Xu Ziming wondered, "What does this mean?" But when he caught sight of the sixteen leaders, he was dumbfounded. Each of them stood frozen, sword drawn, brows furrowed, eyes blazing with anger, like statues in a grand hall. Even Ai Fangshuo and the others were stunned. Suddenly,

Xie Yunyue sneered, "Xu Ziming, there's one more thing you must remember. When you see your leader, tell him I will definitely come to pay my respects within two years." He slowly turned and called to the Beggars' Sect members in the hills, "Yu Long, let's go." Ai Fangshuo and the others followed Xie Yunyue, speeding along the path. In a short while, their figures disappeared into the long night.

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