Rebirth of Cihang Jingzhai through Fragrance [Complete] - 26

Chapter 218 Paying Homage to the Emperor, Fairy Performs

Her Skills An Suqing was nearly exhausted from Ye Tianqi's wanton bullying last night, so she sat there, only occasionally serving Ye Tianqi food and feeding him delicious vegetarian dishes. Ye Tianqi was worried; if An Suqing continued eating like this, it wouldn't be long before her slender figure became voluptuous. Thinking of An Suqing's voluptuous figure, Ye Tianqi's gaze involuntarily became strange as he stared at her. An Suqing was eating when she suddenly felt a gaze fixed on her. Following the gaze, she saw Ye Tianqi with a lecherous look, seemingly lost in thought.

Suddenly, a pair of small hands appeared on Ye Tianqi's other side of his waist, like Shi Feixuan's. Two small pliers gently rotated around his waist, immediately making Ye Tianqi grimace.

After the meal, Ye Tianqi only had Xuan Zhimeng with him. He didn't let the other women, including Shi Feixuan, come along. He had expected them to object, but to his surprise, no one raised any objections, which greatly surprised Ye Tianqi. However, having saved himself some trouble, Ye Tianqi didn't dwell on why these usually difficult women had suddenly become so agreeable.

After Ye Tianqi left, An Suqing also left, but she didn't walk with him. Instead, she followed at a distance. After all, given An Suqing's status, if she appeared too intimate with Ye Tianqi, it would inevitably lead to speculation about their relationship, which wouldn't be good for either of them.

In Ye Garden, Yang Ning, holding Shi Feixuan's hand, giggled sweetly. Standing beside her were Lu Wanshuang, Yan Yue, and Xiao Yu'er, all dressed in martial arts attire, their exquisite figures clearly displayed. Their curvaceous bodies were truly perfect.

"Senior sister, will our husband blame us when he sees us?" Xiaoyu asked timidly, her voice soft and melodious like a lark.

"He wouldn't dare! When the time comes, we sisters will join forces, along with Qingwu, and see what he can do to us. Besides, if we act together, even if our husband wants to blame us, he won't just blame you alone. Even if there's any punishment, we sisters can share the burden. Yu'er, don't be afraid of our husband. Although he doesn't want us to go out, it's because he's afraid we'll worry about him. He doesn't want to be distracted because of us, so a few days ago we had Qingwu prepare seats for us. If we change into these clothes and put on a veil, I believe our husband won't recognize us if he's not paying attention." Shi Feixuan laughed.

"What Senior Sister says is right, we'll listen to Senior Sister." Yan Yue smiled.

The women put on their veils, which concealed their beautiful faces, but their exquisite figures still attracted everyone's attention. Fortunately, Shi Feixuan had already instructed the steward to prepare several sedan chairs, so as soon as they left the Ye Garden gate, they boarded the sedan chairs and were carried by the sedan chair bearers to the tall martial arts arena built on Xuanwu Street in the capital.

Along the way, the crowds grew larger as they approached the arena. Bianliang, the capital of the Song Dynasty, had a population of nearly a million. While not everyone would come to watch, even just one percent would amount to tens of thousands. Adding to this the martial arts practitioners from all corners of the Song Dynasty who had gathered in the capital, the number exceeded ten thousand. All eager to witness what might be an unprecedented martial arts spectacle, they crowded around the arena. The sheer number of people was beyond description. Emperor Zhenzong even dispatched over a thousand imperial guards to maintain order.

By the time the brilliant sunrise reached its zenith, the area within a mile of the arena was already packed with people, leaving no room to stand. Shi Feixuan and her companions, thanks to the token given to them beforehand by Princess Qingwu, were able to pass through a specially reserved passage to a tall building. This building, commissioned by Emperor Zhenzong and personally named "Qifeng Tower," signified that Princess Qingwu could watch the martial arts competition from above, and that it also served as a resting place for those of high status.

When Shi Feixuan and her companions alighted from the sedan chairs, they naturally attracted the attention of onlookers. After all, being able to ascend Qifeng Tower was a symbol of status, and everyone had assumed they were important figures. Unexpectedly, several beautiful women emerged from the sedan chairs. Although the women were all veiled, their exquisite figures and extraordinary aura made it impossible for anyone to believe that such women wore veils due to unattractiveness.

As the women stepped out of the sedan chairs, Princess Qingwu, dressed in her finest attire, descended from the upper floor to greet them. Shi Feixuan had previously visited Emperor Zhenzong in the palace, so when she saw him upon reaching the upper floor, she paused for a moment, about to bow, but was stopped by Emperor Zhenzong.

Emperor Zhenzong glanced at the women who had removed their veils, each possessing a face as beautiful as celestial pearls and jade dew. He couldn't help but feel a secret envy for Ye Tianqi's good fortune with women. Previously, after hearing the Empress praise the beauty of Ye Tianqi's wives, he had considered the most beautiful to be no more than Shi Feixuan. He couldn't believe that a woman could surpass Shi Feixuan and reach the level of Princess Qingwu's master, the Jade Sword Fairy. However, after seeing Lu Wanshuang, Emperor Zhenzong finally believed the Empress's words. Moreover, according to the Empress, there was still one most beautiful woman who hadn't appeared.

"Father, why are you here?" Yang Ning asked Emperor Zhenzong in a coquettish tone.

Emperor Zhenzong gently stroked Yang Ning's hair and smiled, "It concerns your sister Qingwu's lifelong happiness. How could I not come!"

The other women then realized that the old man standing beside them was actually the current emperor and hurriedly stepped forward to pay their respects. Emperor Zhenzong smiled and said, "No need for formalities. I am here today as Qingwu's father. You can treat me as an elder, not as an emperor. Otherwise, you will feel uncomfortable. You are not ordinary women. Surely you can meet my small request!"

"Since Your Majesty says so, then we sisters will be presumptuous. Please do not take offense, Your Majesty," Shi Feixuan said on behalf of the women.

"Hehe, today there is no emperor or empress here. We are all equal," said the noble and elegant woman sitting next to the emperor with a smile.

"The Empress is right," Emperor Zhenzong said with a smile.

The Empress glanced at the women, recognizing only Lu Wanshuang. She had seen Yan Yue and Xiao Yu'er at the Yang residence before. After Shi Feixuan introduced Lu Wanshuang, the Empress smiled and asked, "Where is Zhimeng?"

Shi Feixuan smiled and replied, "Sister Zhimeng is with my husband today. Among us sisters, she has the highest cultivation. We were worried that someone might harm my husband, so Zhimeng is here to ensure his safety."

"Tianqi is the protagonist today. Perhaps someone will secretly try to harm him. It's good to have someone by his side to help him defend against attacks. Otherwise, if someone seizes an opportunity to weaken Tianqi's power, he won't be able to perform at his best during the competition, which would be dangerous." Emperor Zhenzong, being the emperor, thought further ahead.

Hearing Emperor Zhenzong's words, the women noticed that Shi Feixuan remained unmoved, clearly indicating that this was her purpose in sending Zhimeng to accompany Ye Tianqi. They couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for Shi Feixuan.

Yang Ning was already standing by the window, gazing at the sea of people outside. He exclaimed, "Wow, so many people! Sisters, look! There are so many people! I've never seen so many people before!" Yang Ning seemed to have discovered something interesting, pointing to the dense crowd below and turning to Shi Feixuan and the others.

Hearing Yang Ning's words, Xiao Yu'er, still quite young, though married, retained a childlike spirit. She ran to the window and looked down with Yang Ning, indeed seeing a dense, dark mass of people. "Ah, I see my husband!" Xiao Yu'er exclaimed excitedly.

"Where?" Yang Ning, who was standing by the window, asked, searching through the crowd below.

"There he is, and Sister Zhimeng too," Xiao Yu'er pointed in a direction.

Following Xiaoyu'er's pointing finger, Yang Ning saw several large tents erected around the arena, arranged north and south. The southern tents belonged to the Song Dynasty, where Sword Saint Lu Qingyi, Dream Blade Fu Qianqiu, and An Suqing, dressed in white, sat beside an expressionless old monk. Yang Yanzhao was also seated there, while Ye Tianqi sat between Yang Yanzhao and An Suqing. Zhimeng, her face veiled, stood behind Ye Tianqi. Opposite the Song Dynasty were the Liao Dynasty's people. Seated beneath the tents were the Liao's Third Prince Yelü Zhi, Martial Saint Yelü Qiu, and Grand Elder Yelü Minghui. Beside Yelü Qiu sat an old man in monk's robes, his eyes closed, his face ruddy, his eyebrows, hair, and beard white, his skin as delicate as a baby's. The Third Prince's gaze swept back and forth between two women, one of whom, with angry eyes, was Fu Yan'er, who had bid farewell to Fu Wan'er and rushed to the capital to reunite with Mo Wushang. Another man was the one who made the martial arts contest to betroth him to the Song Dynasty. This man was the King of Qiluo of the Liao Dynasty. His identity was later discovered by the Song Dynasty's intelligence agency. No wonder he had the right to sign such an agreement with the Song Dynasty.

As the sun gradually rose, a gong sounded, and all the noise slowly subsided. Yang Yanzhao and King Qiluo, as representatives of their respective sides, emerged from under the canopies on either side and walked to the high platform to greet each other. Yang Yanzhao announced loudly, "Today is the day of the martial arts competition between our Great Song and Great Liao Kingdoms to determine who Princess Qingwu will marry. Most of those present are commoners and martial artists of our Great Song Kingdom. It can be said that two of the four Grandmasters of our Great Song Kingdom are here, and the Liao Kingdom has even sent the Martial Saint Yelü Qiu in person. This is truly an unprecedented scene. Regardless of the outcome, it is an honor to witness such a competition. Therefore, His Majesty has specially invited Master Fu Qingqing to perform a piece for everyone. Now, let us all welcome Master Fu to the stage."

Everyone cheered, even those from other countries, demonstrating just how renowned Fu Qingqing was.

A clear and bright zither sound rang out, soaring straight into the sky, instantly lifting everyone's hearts. With the sound of the zither, people seemed to see towering mountains and flowing water, white clouds emerging from the peaks, and towering peaks rising abruptly amidst the swirling mountain mists. The zither music then shifted, as if transporting people to a vast grassland where thousands of horses galloped, allowing them to fully appreciate the scenery of the frontier. The melody shifted again, from extremely high to extremely low, from intense to melodious. The prosperous and flourishing scene of the Song Dynasty flowed from Fu Qingqing's hands. Her powerful spiritual energy, channeled through the strings, created a magnificent picture of prosperity for everyone. But just as the splendor reached its peak, a discordant sound arose, like the ceaseless roar of galloping horses and clashing swords. The melody turned mournful, transporting everyone to the battlefields of the frontier. Warhorses neighed, their lords perished on the battlefield; wisps of smoke dissipated in the wind; desolation littered the land, corpses littered the scene—a bleak landscape that shocked everyone. Even those who had never witnessed such a scene were drawn into imagining it by Fu Qingqing's powerful spiritual energy. To be able to guide the thoughts of tens of thousands with the power of a single person—it could be said that Fu Qingqing was utterly exhausted when the piece ended. Clutching her zither, she vanished forlornly from the high platform.

Ye Tianqi gently opened his eyes and sighed, "Master Fu has truly gone to great lengths!"

Yang Yanzhao, his tiger-like eyes filled with tears, nodded and said, "Master Fu first presented everyone with the natural scenery of heaven and earth, everything based on harmony, and then separately depicted the peaceful scenery of the Liao Dynasty's borderlands and the prosperous scene of the Song Dynasty, immersing people in a beautiful picture. However, with a change of tone, the continuous war destroyed everything, and all that was beautiful was destroyed in the flames of war. I must say that Master Fu's compassionate heart is admirable. I really hope that those Liao people can understand the profound meaning in Master Fu's music."

"Indeed, she is a remarkable woman. Not only is her zither skill so superb, but she is also a hidden master. It's rare. Could it be that..." Yelü Qiu gently opened her eyes and said,

"This woman's spiritual cultivation is already at the grandmaster level. Just now, I was almost bewitched by her without realizing it." The foreign monk in his robes, who had been silent and expressionless, sighed.

"This woman is the same Fu Qingqing I mentioned a few years ago, the one who entered the Dao through the zither. I never expected her to progress so quickly in just a few years. I can't even tell her cultivation level anymore. I really don't know how she cultivated," Yelü Minghui exclaimed.

"This woman has only reached the Grandmaster level in terms of spiritual power. In reality, her true cultivation is only at the mid-stage of the Celestial Realm. She should be somewhat inferior to your cultivation." Yelü Qiu said

, and a gong sounded, startling everyone. Many people were still savoring Fu Qingqing's zither music, clearly understanding what Fu Qingqing was trying to express. However, when Yang Yanzhao stepped onto the stage, all eyes were on him. Yang Yanzhao announced, "Today's protagonists are Ye Tianqi of the Great Song Dynasty and Yelü Zhi of the Great Liao Dynasty. According to the rules of the competition, and as requested by the princess, the first match will be between the two. Please come to the stage."

Chapter 219 Rising Fame, Facing a Grandmaster.

"Prince, go ahead. We don't need to win the first match. You're no match for him. Just don't lose too badly," Yelü Minghui said to Yelü Zhi, whose face was grim.

Yelü Zhi glanced hatefully at Qifeng Tower, clearly knowing that Princess Qingwu was watching the match from upstairs. Although arrogant, Yelü Zhi was self-aware; he knew that going up to fight Ye Tianqi would be humiliating, but he couldn't refuse. He cursed Princess Qingwu a thousand times in his heart, using the most vulgar and obscene language imaginable. If Princess Qingwu knew what filthy thoughts Yelü Zhi was harboring at this moment, she would probably jump off Qifeng Tower and kill him with a single blow.

Ye Tianqi, full of energy, leaped onto the high platform. His spirits were high, showing no signs of fatigue from his night of revelry with An Suqing; in fact, he seemed even more energetic. He gave a polite bow to the crowd, a gesture common among martial artists, before standing on the platform to await Yelü Zhi's turn. Everyone cheered loudly upon seeing Ye Tianqi's handsome and distinguished appearance. Some even shouted, "Young Master Ye, defeat that foreign prince! I bet you ten taels of silver!" Another yelled, "Young Master Ye, I bet a hundred taels! You must beat that guy into a pig's head..."

Hearing all this, Ye Tianqi broke out in a cold sweat. What kind of people were these?! They were treating their martial arts competition like a gambling game! If only he had known, he would have sent someone to place a bet himself!

Yelü Zhi leaped onto the high platform, his face filled with murderous intent as he glared at the crowd below. His lack of decorum immediately put him at a disadvantage compared to Ye Tianqi. Even many Liao people who had come specifically to support Yelü Zhi felt he was utterly lacking in manners.

Ye Tianqi looked at Yelü Zhi and smiled, "Brother Yelü, if I'm not mistaken, this should be our third meeting. However, it seems that every time we meet, we end up fighting each other, and this time is no exception."

Yelü Zhi's venomous gaze swept over Ye Tianqi as he said, "Last time you escaped; consider yourself lucky! But this time... hmph!" Suddenly, Yelü Zhi's foot swept silently towards Ye Tianqi's leg, creating a sharp gust of wind. It was both fast and ruthless, and the fact that he launched a sneak attack without regard for decorum immediately drew contempt from many martial arts practitioners below the platform.

Just as Yelü Zhi's foot landed on his leg, Ye Tianqi slightly shifted his body, narrowly dodging Yelü Zhi's full-force kick. He then used Tai Chi power in his hand, catching Yelü Zhi's attack of "Tiger Strikes the Heart" with one hand and smoothly deflecting it. Yelü Zhi's sneak attack was completely neutralized in Ye Tianqi's swift movement. Yelü Zhi staggered forward due to the momentum, only to be stopped by Ye Tianqi's "Thousand-Pound Drop" technique.

Ye Tianqi smiled and said, "Brother Yelü, it seems you haven't changed your ways. I really don't know what you've been doing these past few months. How come your skills haven't improved at all? I was hoping to have a good fight with you, but who knew you... Alas, you've truly disappointed me."

At this moment, King Qiluo jumped onto the platform, glared at the fallen Yelü Zhi, and said softly, "Get up! You've truly disgraced the Great Liao."

Yelü Zhi's face changed color upon hearing Qi Luo Wang's words. Feeling his strength gradually returning, he slowly got up from the ground, but his eyes were filled with a vicious glint as he stared at Ye Tianqi, his gaze like that of a venomous snake. Ye Tianqi felt a chill run down his spine; he hadn't expected Yelü Zhi to be so vengeful. It seemed he would have to be careful of this petty fellow in the future.

Qi Luo Wang, after all, was no ordinary person. He glanced at Ye Tianqi and couldn't help but admire him. Ye Tianqi remained calm, truly embodying the spirit of neither arrogance in victory nor discouragement in defeat. No wonder the Song Dynasty had chosen him as their opponent. "Ye Tianqi wins the first match!" As Qi Luo Wang's words fell, the Song people below, both ordinary citizens and martial artists, cheered. Hearing the cheers, Yelü Zhi's face changed color again, making Ye Tianqi's heart pound with unease; he truly saw Yelü Zhi as a chameleon.

A gong sounded, and the clamor below gradually subsided. King Qiluo stood on the high platform and said, "The first round of the competition is over. Now we will continue with the second round. The second round will consist of one person from each side competing against the Third Prince of the Great Liao and Young Master Ye on the platform. Of course, the Song side will compete against the Third Prince, and the Liao side against Young Master Ye. The winner will be determined by the results of the competition." After speaking, King Qiluo jumped off the platform.

After a half-hour break, Ye Tianqi and Yelü Zhi recovered from the injuries sustained in the previous competition before leaping back onto the platform.

In the Liao side's tent, Martial Saint Yelü Qiu looked at the people in the tent. Although Yelü Minghui could go up, the other side had a Sword Saint waiting. However, after looking around, he found no one else to send, so he nodded helplessly to Yelü Minghui. Yelü Minghui let out a long laugh, and when everyone looked at the Liao side's tent, Yelü Minghui's figure had already appeared on the high platform, leaving only a blur in the air.

"Young Master Ye, how have you been?" Yelü Minghui greeted Ye Tianqi with a smile.

Ye Tianqi, recalling the harm Yelü Minghui had inflicted on Shi Feixuan, felt a flash of indignation. However, remembering the competition he was in, he immediately suppressed all his selfish thoughts and looked at Yelü Minghui with unwavering composure, saying, "Thank you for your concern. I will try to save my life as long as you are alive."

"Is that so? Then we'll see if you can survive my attacks!" Yelü Minghui's lips curled into a cold smile. He thought to himself: "Kid, I didn't expect your potential to be so great. It's only been a few days, and I can't even see your cultivation level clearly. I should have risked injury to eliminate you back then. But today's competition only stipulates no killing. If I were to completely destroy your cultivation, you would probably wish you were dead!" Thinking this, Yelü Minghui's gaze towards Ye Tianqi became increasingly sinister.

"Yelü Minghui, what else can you do besides bullying the younger generation? You've truly disgraced us martial artists!" A melodious yet carefree voice rang out, and as soon as the words fell, a white figure landed on the high platform. Upon seeing the newcomer, all the young martial artists below cheered. Sword Saint Lu Qingyi had always been their idol; at just over thirty years old, he had already joined the ranks of the Four Grandmasters, making him a role model for martial artists. Coupled with Lu Qingyi's refined demeanor and the elegant aura he exuded, his popularity soared.

Although Lu Qingyi's voice wasn't loud, due to his deliberate gesture, everyone clearly heard Lu Qingyi's sarcastic remarks about Yelü Minghui, and they all burst into laughter, staring at Yelü Minghui, whose face had changed color.

Yelü Minghui, feeling slighted by Lu Qingyi, was naturally indignant. He forced a smile and said, "Lu Qingyi, we still have a match to settle today, how about we settle it?"

"Alright, but that depends on whether you can get past this young friend Ye. If you can't even get past this young friend Ye, what face do you have to challenge me again?" Lu Qingyi laughed.

"Ah! I'm furious! Then I'll finish this kid off and then fight you!" Without any semblance of seniority, Yelü Minghui threw a punch, aiming straight for Ye Tianqi's face, as fast as lightning. Ye Tianqi hadn't expected that Yelü Minghui, a grandmaster, would resort to such a despicable method. Fortunately, he maintained his Tai Chi starting stance. Seeing Yelü Minghui's punch, which didn't generate any wind, growing larger and larger in front of him, Ye Tianqi knew that although the punch looked unremarkable, only someone of Yelü Minghui's level could cultivate to the point of internalizing its essence and unleash such power. Compared to Yelü Minghui's lightning-fast, mountain-like punch, Ye Tianqi's move surprised and inexplicably worried everyone. Ye Tianqi slowly raised one hand, gently drawing a circle along the path of Yelü Minghui's attack. Everyone was astonished by Ye Tianqi's action. Did Ye Tianqi have no other moves? How could such a simple, seemingly useless circle possibly withstand Yelü Minghui's attack? This was the opinion of almost everyone. However, some people, seeing Ye Tianqi's simple move, had a glint in their eyes, like seasoned masters sitting there. Perhaps others couldn't see the subtlety within it, but... Compared to people at their level, Ye Tianqi's circle perfectly encapsulated the mysteries of Yin and Yang. In their eyes, what Ye Tianqi drew was not a circle at all, but a Tai Chi Bagua. Yelü Minghui, who was within it, felt it the most deeply. Originally, Yelü Minghui was confident that his unstoppable punch would create a hole even if there was a mountain in front of him. However, facing Ye Tianqi's soft punch, Yelü Minghui clearly felt the force of his punch being gradually dissipated. The powerful yet soft force was separating him from Ye Tianqi. That circle was like a veil that could not be lifted no matter what, tightly binding Yelü Minghui's punch.

"Hey!" Yelü Minghui naturally wouldn't allow himself to remain trapped in Ye Tianqi's strange, quagmire-like circle. There were only two ways to escape: retreat or continue attacking, using powerful force to break through that circle. Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Yelü Minghui had no choice but to continue attacking if he wanted to change the current situation. So, Yelü Minghui suddenly withdrew his punch, and his other fist, carrying a powerful gust of wind, attacked Ye Tianqi, who was right in front of him. Compared to the simple punch before, this punch from Yelü Minghui was like a dazzling sun. Anyone who wasn't a fool could see that this punch was definitely much stronger than the previous one. Everyone turned their attention to Ye Tianqi, wanting to know what kind of move Ye Tianqi would use to receive such a fierce punch.

Ye Tianqi maintained a smile throughout. Facing the fierce punch, he simply stepped lightly to the side, using one hand to meet Yelü Minghui's attacking hand. Seeing Ye Tianqi's movement, Yelü Minghui sneered inwardly. Ye Tianqi had already used this move once against Yelü Zhi. For a master like Yelü Minghui, a technique seen only once would be immediately memorized and quickly countered. Therefore, seeing Ye Tianqi's move, Yelü Minghui smiled, his hand continuing its trajectory, but his leg silently kicked towards Ye Tianqi's extended leg, aiming directly for Ye Tianqi's knee. If that kick landed, Ye Tianqi's knee would surely shatter.

Chapter 220 Profound Fortune, the True Secret of Longevity

Ye Tianqi maintained a smile throughout. Facing the fierce punch, Ye Tianqi simply stepped lightly to the side, using one hand to meet Yelü Minghui's attacking hand. Seeing Ye Tianqi's movement, Yelü Minghui sneered inwardly. Ye Tianqi had already used this move once against Yelü Zhi. For a grandmaster like Yelü Minghui, a move seen only once would be immediately memorized and quickly countered. Therefore, seeing Ye Tianqi's move, Yelü Minghui smiled, his hand continuing its trajectory, but his leg silently kicked towards Ye Tianqi's extended leg, aiming directly for Ye Tianqi's knee. If that kick landed, Ye Tianqi's knee would surely shatter.

Ye Tianqi, with his six senses fully activated, had every move Yelü Minghui made displayed in his mind. The instant Yelü Minghui moved his foot, Ye Tianqi moved in sync with him. He exerted a slight force with his hand, taking advantage of Yelü Minghui's momentum, and pulled him sharply. Since Yelü Minghui had already raised one foot, his body was immediately pulled forward by Ye Tianqi. Ye Tianqi ignored Yelü Minghui's kick and instead bent one arm, using his elbow to strike Yelü Minghui's chest. The speed of the attack was a stark contrast to Ye Tianqi's previous gentleness.

Yelü Minghui was taken aback by Ye Tianqi's actions. He knew Ye Tianqi was using a suicidal fighting style. If he continued kicking Ye Tianqi, the moment he shattered Ye Tianqi's kneecap, Ye Tianqi's ribs would be crushed by Ye Tianqi's elbow. At worst, Ye Tianqi would lose a leg, while he might lose his life. Although Ye Tianqi's fighting style seemed disadvantageous on both sides, it was clear to everyone that if the two landed, Yelü Minghui would be at a disadvantage.

Leaving aside how Yelü Minghui would react, let's look at the other pair on the stage. The instant Yelü Minghui launched his sneak attack on Ye Tianqi, Yelü Zhi, just like Yelü Minghui, unleashed a series of kicks on Lu Qingyi. Lu Qingyi, with one hand behind her back and eyes full of disdain, laughed, "A mere grain of rice dares to flaunt its brilliance?" With her other hand, she deflected Yelü Zhi's first wave of attacks in quick succession. Yelü Zhi, landing on the ground panting heavily, realized that he and Lu Qingyi were simply not on the same level; the difference in their skill levels was immeasurable. In Lu Qingyi's eyes, Yelü Zhi's attacks were nothing more than the antics of a clown. Standing motionless on the high platform, Lu Qingyi eventually even put her other hand behind her back, allowing Yelü Zhi to attack as she went, only dodging with her body. Her elegant demeanor and masterful bearing drew gasps from the crowd below. Countless martial arts women, their eyes gleaming with infatuation, seemed to see only Lu Qingyi, their faces filled with infatuation.

Yelü Zhi then realized the vast difference in strength between himself and Lu Qingyi. The man stood there, allowing him to attack without even touching the hem of his robe. Was he truly a useless piece of trash? No! He was the noble prince of the Great Liao Dynasty; he would surely be able to touch the hem of Lu Qingyi's robe! At this moment, Yelü Zhi no longer harbored any extravagant hopes of defeating Lu Qingyi. He only wished that his attack could at least touch the hem of Lu Qingyi's robe; that would be enough for him. However, Yelü Zhi was destined for disappointment. Lu Qingyi, with a smiling face, flowed in white robes like an immortal. Even though he stood right in front of him, Yelü Zhi sadly discovered that his full-force attack was blocked by Lu Qingyi's protective aura before it could even land. Seeing Yelü Zhi, who had lost his composure after being toyed with, Lu Qingyi smiled lightly. As Yelü Zhi threw a punch, an invisible force was released, and Yelü Zhi's body plummeted from the platform like a kite with a broken string, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air before instantly losing consciousness. A figure flashed out from the pavilion, seemingly appearing instantly in front of Yelü Zhi. He caught Yelü Zhi's body, and a massive amount of internal energy immediately entered Yelü Zhi's body, swiftly expelling Lu Qingyi's damaging internal energy. Without any foothold in mid-air, the person mysteriously flashed back into the pavilion. This strange sight left everyone dumbfounded; they never imagined someone could cultivate to such a level and use it so skillfully.

Lu Qingyi looked at the figure and laughed, "A Martial Saint, indeed extraordinary." His gaze shifted to Ye Tianqi and Yelü Minghui, who were locked in combat.

Faced with a mutually destructive fighting style that would clearly put him at a disadvantage, Yelü Minghui, unless he was foolish, wouldn't choose that approach. Therefore, he could only dodge. His kick aimed at Ye Tianqi's knee remained on track, but he lightly touched the ground with his other foot, suddenly rising high. As a result, Ye Tianqi's elbow struck Yelü Minghui's incoming kick. Ye Tianqi's body swayed suddenly, while Yelü Minghui, having nowhere to gain leverage in mid-air, could only tumble several times before landing on the ground, his body also swaying.

Everyone below the stage erupted in cheers at the spectacular fight. Ye Tianqi, standing on the stage, looked at Yelü Minghui and laughed, "Yelü Minghui, you're nothing special. It seems you can't do anything to me!"

Hearing Ye Tianqi's words, Yelü Minghui's face twitched. Even with the best temper, being spoken to like this in front of so many people wouldn't leave Yelü Minghui unmoved. Yelü Minghui said in a deep voice, "Boy, don't think you're really that strong. You're not even worth my attention. Take this!"

It was still a straight punch, relentless and unyielding. Yelü Minghui's eyes were full of provocation. "Boy, if you've got the guts, try taking a blow from me!" Seeing the expression in Yelü Minghui's eyes, Ye Tianqi, for some inexplicable reason, took a deep breath, focused his energy, and threw a powerful punch, meeting Yelü Minghui's attack head-on.

All eyes were fixed on the point where their fists clashed. The two fists met, but there was no expected boom, no earth-shattering explosion. Instead, under everyone's gaze, the clothes on their joined arms slowly tore apart, fluttering in the wind—all in utter silence. But this was only in the eyes of ordinary people. To the experts in the nearby pavilions and among the crowd, the space where their fists collided appeared to have been instantly torn apart. Otherwise, the dissipation of that powerful force would have created a deafening roar. This was why their exchange ended peacefully.

At this moment, their fists were still tightly pressed together, and waves of energy emanated from them. Anyone with eyes could see that their previous fistfight had escalated into a contest of internal energy. No one favored Ye Tianqi; after all, he was too young. Even if he had started cultivating from birth, he couldn't possibly match the profound internal energy accumulated by Yelü Minghui through decades of solitary cultivation.

However, as time passed, the martial arts practitioners gradually changed their opinion of Ye Tianqi. An incense stick's worth of time passed, but Ye Tianqi didn't collapse as they expected. Instead, he persisted, though his forehead was covered in sweat, and veins bulged on his face. Everyone could see that Ye Tianqi was at his limit. Ye Tianqi could have fought Yelü Minghui with the immense power within his dantian. Even if Yelü Minghui was stronger, he couldn't withstand Ye Tianqi's attrition-based strategy. After all, Ye Tianqi's Longevity True Technique was the best method for restoring internal energy, and it continued to operate automatically to replenish his strength during their fight. However, Ye Tianqi hadn't anticipated that most of his internal energy had been used to nourish his sword on a whim. Therefore, his originally vast internal energy was now barely enough to match Yelü Minghui's.

At this moment, Yelü Minghui was nearing his end. Seeing Ye Tianqi gradually being suppressed, although surprised by Ye Tianqi's strength, he suddenly gathered all his power and attacked Ye Tianqi's heart along his meridians. Yelü Minghui's intentions were undeniably malicious. If his scheme succeeded, Ye Tianqi would likely suffer a severe loss of power, even if he didn't lose his life, due to damage to his heart meridian, or even lose all his internal energy altogether.

Chapter 221 Peerless Powerhouse, Martial Arts God

Yang Ning withdrew her gaze from Ye Tianqi and, seeing Princess Qingwu's infatuated expression as she looked at Ye Tianqi, said coquettishly, "Sister Qingwu, you're hurting me! Now that my husband has won, can you let go of my hand?"

"Ah!" Princess Qingwu quickly released Yang Ning's small hand

, her face flushed. Thinking that her worry for Ye Tianqi must have been seen by her father and mother, a wave of shyness rose in her heart. Emperor Zhenzong and Empress chuckled softly when they saw Princess Qingwu's rare blush. They had witnessed the fight between Ye Tianqi and Yelü Minghui. Although they didn't fully understand the dangers involved, the attendant beside Emperor Zhenzong explained the perils to him, keeping the emperor and empress on edge until the outcome was decided. Both Emperor Zhenzong and Empress were seasoned veterans, and naturally wouldn't show their inner turmoil like Princess Qingwu.

Shi Feixuan appeared unmoved by external circumstances. At this moment, Shui'er, standing beside Shi Feixuan, lost her worried expression and smiled, saying, "I knew my husband would win."

Fu Qingqing smiled gently. It was only then that Emperor Zhenzong and the Empress realized that Shui'er was also Ye Tianqi's woman. Shui'er had always been by Fu Qingqing's side. They couldn't understand how Shui'er had gotten involved with Ye Tianqi. However, seeing the several fairies-like women standing on the balcony, each one of them was connected to Ye Tianqi. Even Emperor Zhenzong, who possessed beauties throughout the land, couldn't help but envy Ye Tianqi's abundant good fortune with women.

At this moment, Lu Qingyi, dressed in white, stood on the high platform, exuding an elegant and refined air, like a celestial being. Smiling, Lu Qingyi looked at Yelü Minghui opposite him and said, "Yelü Minghui, your injuries are quite severe. I, Lu

Qingyi, am not one to take advantage of others. Let's settle our duel after you've recovered!" A phantom flashed, and Lu Qingyi's graceful figure disappeared from the platform. Yelü Minghui's face turned pale, clearly angered by Lu Qingyi's disdain. However, Lu Qingyi had hit his weakness; he couldn't even defeat a junior like Ye Tianqi. As one of the four grandmasters, Lu Qingyi's contempt for him was understandable.

All the martial arts practitioners in the Central Plains cheered at Lu Qingyi's composed and elegant demeanor and Yelü Minghui's obviously displeased expression. However, no one noticed that as Lu Qingyi disappeared from the platform, two people in the crowd below were talking in hushed tones.

The man wielding the sword said dismissively, "Brother Immortal, is this Lu Qingyi the guard who disappeared a few years ago, the one who followed the Carefree Celestial Venerable?"

The man holding the golden mace replied, "Brother Immortal is right, it is him. When we were chasing two people alongside the Jade Emperor, I clearly remembered his appearance. However, after we destroyed the Carefree Celestial Venerable, we didn't see him again. I never expected to see him in the mortal realm. Even if we can't find the person the Jade Emperor asked us to investigate, if we report Lu Qingyi's information to the Jade Emperor, he certainly won't blame us; he might even reward us!"

The man with the sword smiled and casually glanced at Lu Qingyi, who was walking towards the Song Dynasty. Lu Qingyi seemed to sense something and turned around, but found nothing. She simply smiled slightly at Ye Tianqi.

Although it was their first meeting and they hadn't exchanged a single word, Lu Qingyi gave Ye Tianqi the feeling that they had known each other for centuries. So when Lu Qingyi smiled at him, Ye Tianqi nodded slightly.

Ye Tianqi walked to Yelü Minghui's side and said respectfully, "This junior thanks Senior Yelü for showing mercy."

After saying this, Ye Tianqi disregarded Yelü Minghui's flushed face and leaped off the platform.

Yelü Minghui didn't know how he returned to the Liao side's platform, but when he regained his senses, he saw the monk who had been sitting under the pavilion standing on the platform.

"Amitabha! This humble monk, the Tibetan National Preceptor Degeler, has come to learn from the heroes of the Great Song!"

As the monk's words fell, all silence descended. If there were four grandmasters in the martial arts world of the Central Plains, revered as martial gods, then Yelü Qiu was the martial god of the Liao Dynasty. The martial god and pillar of Tibetan martial arts was none other than Master Degeler, renowned for nearly sixty years. Legend has it that he fought for days and nights with the Central Plains' number one master, Dao Zu Yuqingzi, ending in a draw—a story celebrated for decades. Now, this seemingly ordinary old monk was none other than the legendary Master Degeler. Everyone was stunned. Like Dao Zu Yuqingzi, these were legendary figures who hadn't appeared in public for decades. The sudden appearance of the Tibetan National Preceptor, already hailed as a terrestrial immortal, was naturally hard to accept.

Although the Song Dynasty was somewhat prepared, they hadn't expected the Liao Dynasty to actually invite Master Degeler. Everyone understood that aside from some reclusive masters, only the Dao Ancestor could hold his own against Master Degeler. However, the Dao Ancestor hadn't appeared in public for decades. Where could they find him now? Thus, the Song Dynasty fell into a brief silence.

Sitting beside An Suqing, Zen Master Huiyin, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, a divine light flashing within them. He then closed them again and softly said, "This person's cultivation has completely entered the realm of perfection. Even with my cultivation, I cannot discern his depth. He is probably no longer among the celestial beings. Perhaps, if he so desires, he could break through the void and vanish in the next moment."

Zen Master Huiyin's words astonished everyone in the pavilion. Zen Master Huiyin was a highly respected monk of the Hui generation in the Shaolin school. His over a hundred years of cultivation was extraordinary, and given the profound spiritual cultivation of the Shaolin school, no one doubted Zen Master Huiyin's words.

Everyone looked up at the man standing on the high platform, his face radiant with a smile that seemed to be saving all living beings, like a Buddha shining with dazzling light. Everyone secretly began to resist, their hearts filled with fear at Master Degel's cultivation level. He was able to attack so many people with his mental cultivation without making a sound. You must know that everyone who could sit in the pavilion had entered the realm of celestial beings. Six or seven experts of the celestial beings realm were struggling to resist Master Degel's mental pressure. It has to be said that Degel could no longer be considered a person at this moment. He had completely reached the realm of breaking through the void, and was only one step away from taking that final step and breaking through the void at any time.

"Haha! That's great! Ye girl wasn't lying to me after all, there really is a master here! Listen up, Tibetan Grand Preceptor, I, Mo Wusheng, on behalf of the Great Song, accept your challenge!"

A long, melodious laugh rang out, and a middle-aged man had appeared on the high platform. He was dressed as a farmer, and it was somewhat awkward for a farmer to stand on such a high platform. However, everyone's opinion changed upon seeing the smile on his face. Even in his farmer's attire, his unique charisma and the aura he exuded, no less impressive than that of Degel, commanded respect from everyone.

"I wonder what kind of senior this is..." Yang Yanzhao stepped onto the platform and respectfully bowed to the man with a traditional martial arts greeting, asking with a hint of doubt.

"Haha, no need to ask, you must be Yang Ye's sixth son, Yang Yanzhao! A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. Many old friends have passed away, and even the younger generation is few and far between. A master's life is lonely!" the man sighed softly, but everyone clearly heard his voice, as if it were right next to their ears.

Upon hearing this, Yang Yanzhao became even more respectful, his heart filled with astonishment. Judging from the man's words, this man was at least a figure from the Five Barbarian Invasions, an era teeming with heroes and a golden age for martial arts. This man had lived for over a hundred years and still seemed like a man in his prime, demonstrating his profound cultivation.

"Little one, you may leave. For Master Ye's sake, and also because I wish to meet a master from another realm, I will accept this challenge," the man said to Yang Yanzhao. Yang

Yanzhao respectfully replied, "Then I will trouble you, senior ."

Chapter 222 Shattering the Void, the Martial Saint of the Otherworld

Facing Mo Wusheng's elusive finger strike, Degel

Yelü Qiu's eyes gleamed with excitement as he murmured, "Shatter the void...shatter..." "Void, so that's how it is, I understand." When the people who heard Yelü Qiu's voice looked at him, they immediately showed expressions of horror. Yelü Qiu's figure was right in front of them, but under their gaze, his body emitted a bright light and gradually disappeared. Slowly, under the shade of the canopy, Yelü Qiu's figure completely vanished. Even experts of Yelü Minghui and Mo Wushang's level used their divine sense to search, but they could not find any trace of Yelü Qiu.

Yelü Qiu seemed to have disappeared without a trace in a magical way. The Liao side was immediately thrown into chaos, but under Yelü Minghui's suppression, the chaos was quickly calmed down. Using Yelü Qiu's invincible image in the minds of the Liao warriors, everyone was finally silenced.

Leaving aside the changes on the Liao side, the battle between the two on the high platform had reached a fever pitch. Their moves were extremely simple, each one like a graceful dance. To those with insufficient skill, it seemed no different from ordinary fancy footwork. However, to true masters, it was like seeing a precious path of cultivation, guiding them in the right direction. Every move was an interpretation of martial arts; what is martial arts, what is the Way, was fully demonstrated in the exchange between Master Degel and Mo Wusheng.
"Brother Immortal, have you sensed it yet?" The sword-wielding man asked the man with the golden mace beside him, his face filled with fear. The

man with the golden mace also showed fear, saying, "I sensed it! When did so many powerful figures appear in the world? The power unleashed by those two's attack just now, if it struck a Grand Luo Golden Immortal, would probably destroy their immortal body. That's a punch capable of shattering space itself!"

"Yes, I'm no match for that man. If he used that punch, I wouldn't have been able to resist at all," the sword-wielding man said.

"It seems we need to observe carefully how many such figures there are in the world. When we report back to the Jade Emperor, we brothers will have performed a great service," the man with the golden mace said softly, his eyes sweeping over the two figures moving from stillness to movement on the high platform. At

this moment, no one paid attention to the two inconspicuous figures among tens of thousands of people; everyone's eyes were fixed on the high platform.

"Ye girl didn't lie to me, Master Degel. To be able to fight me for over a hundred moves, you are a very worthy opponent. Now I will unleash my true strength and fight you. I hope you will also use your full power. I haven't exercised my hands and feet for decades, and I never expected to encounter such an evenly matched opponent. This will allow me to vent my frustrations." The middle-aged man stopped and looked at Master Degel, smiling.

"As you said, you are also one of the few masters I have seen since the Dao Ancestor who can rival me. Today, I will take this opportunity to have a good fight with you." Degel's face was full of the joy of meeting a worthy opponent, showing no sign of frustration or fear at encountering a strong enemy.

"Behold my Heaven-Shattering Strike!" the man said, and at the same time, he threw a punch, seemingly transcending time and space.

Chapter 223: Yan'er is Jealous, Fighting Her Lover Alone

. Sir, your cultivation is indeed excellent. The Great Song Dynasty is indeed a place where dragons and tigers hide. Mo Wusheng just left. May I ask your name, sir? Yelü Qiu seemed extremely respectful to the man in blue who approached him, speaking to him with the utmost politeness.

The man in blue laughed loudly, "He Qingyan, an unknown figure from the Great Song Dynasty, is willing to learn from your superior skills."

As everyone watched He Qingyan's figure gradually disappear below the high platform, He Qingyan appeared before Yelü Qiu.

Yelü Qiu deeply felt the man standing before him, as imposing as a mountain, his depths as vast as the sea. Having glimpsed the Great Dao, Yelü Qiu could sense that the man before him was at least a master of his own level, and this would likely be a fierce battle.

He Qingyan smiled, "I haven't fought in decades. Today, I'll take advantage of your presence to stretch my muscles."

Yelü Qiu felt these words sounded familiar, immediately recalling that Mo Wusheng, who had fought Degeler, seemed to have said something similar. Yelü Qiu suddenly spoke, "Presumably, you are with Mo Wusheng, sir..." "It must be someone, someone with such influence who could invite several such masters,"

He Qingyan smiled and said, "Normally, people like us who live outside the world wouldn't interfere in worldly disputes, but the people who invited us have a deep connection with us, so we have no choice but to act. Otherwise, how could we bear to see old friends again in the future?"

Yelü Qiu nodded. He already knew who had such power to make these reclusive masters act again. No wonder he hadn't seen any major moves from Cihang Jingzhai; they were manipulating things in secret. It had to be said that Cihang Jingzhai's actions had caught them off guard.

Yelü Qiu looked at He Qingyan and said, "In that case, sir, please make your move!" "The aura of a grandmaster emanating from Yelü Qiu even impressed He Qingyan, who was facing him.

He Qingyan laughed, "My ultimate technique is a one-hit kill. I don't mean to belittle you, but let's first compare our fist and foot skills."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yelü Qiu and He Qingyan clashed. The techniques they used far exceeded the limits of martial arts. All that could be seen were two phantoms entangled together. The space around them seemed to shatter and then recover, repeating endlessly. There was no sound of impact. Their figures were like flowers seen through the mist, hazy and beautiful.

Suddenly, the light and shadow separated, and the two figures reappeared on the high platform, as if they had never moved.

"Haha, that was truly exhilarating," He Qingyan laughed, looking at Yelü Qiu opposite him.

"Your cultivation has reached the advanced stage. I, Yelü Qiu, admit that I am somewhat inferior to you. I wonder if you would allow me to witness your ultimate technique? That way, I will have no regrets in losing!" Yelü Qiu, facing He Qingyan, addressed

the Liao warriors below the platform, who seemed to have heard something unbelievable. Their revered Martial Saint had actually uttered words that he was inferior, and they all stood there dumbfounded.

He Qingyan smiled and said, "Martial Saint, you are mistaken. You too have reached the Transcendent Realm. The reason I am slightly stronger than you is because I have decades more experience. I believe that in time you will surely become someone who can rival me. To show my respect, I will use my signature move."

Yelü Qiu stared intently at He Qingyan, seemingly ready to receive his special technique.

He Qingyan moved. His hand rose with surprising speed, and a faint light flashed. Yelü Qiu didn't even see what the light was before he saw a ripple in the space in front of him. A small throwing knife narrowly missed his forehead, the resulting aura causing a few strands of hair to fall from Yelü Qiu's forehead. Yelü Qiu had

n't expected He Qingyan's... To be able to wield a throwing knife to such an extent, if his intuition is not mistaken, the reason why the throwing knife flashed by and he could not detect its existence was because the throwing knife had already torn through the void and entered another space the moment He Qingyan made his move. It would be strange if he could sense it. However, what Yelü Qiu did not expect was that He Qingyan could control the throwing knife to enter another space and then return to this space, which made the throwing knife appear and disappear so mysteriously.

"Your skill is so divine that Yelü Qiu is utterly impressed," Yelü Qiu said respectfully, looking at He Qingyan.

He Qingyan laughed heartily, then floated down from the high platform without looking back, leisurely leaving as he recited a pre-Qin song. Clad in a blue robe, he exuded the air of a scholar. If one hadn't witnessed the mesmerizing exchange between He Qingyan and Yelü Qiu, no one would have guessed that this middle-aged man was actually a peerless master.

"Immortal brother, is this still the mortal realm? How can there be so many masters? That flying knife of that man was clearly just a piece of ordinary iron, yet it could tear through space under his control! Heavens! Even in the Immortal Realm, there are only a handful of immortals who can tear through space with a flick of their wrist. Has the world changed?" "The divine messenger wielding the golden mace sighed to the divine messenger wielding the sword beside him.

"Yes, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that a mortal's body could withstand the lightning tribulation formed by the sixth level of heavenly tribulation. After this competition, we should hurry back to the Heavenly Court to report to the Jade Emperor. I already feel that this mortal realm is not safe. We might accidentally fall here one day."

The other divine messenger nodded in agreement.

Standing on the high platform, Yelü Qiu showed no sign of frustration after defeat. Instead, he was all smiles. He glanced at He Qingyan, who had already disappeared without a trace, then Yelü Qiu flashed down from the high platform, walked into the pavilion, sat down cross-legged, and seemed to have nothing on his mind.

King Qiluo glanced at Yelü Qiu, then walked onto the high platform. He didn't know how to utter the words declaring Yelü Qiu's defeat a victory for the Song Dynasty. Returning to the pavilion, King Qiluo looked bitterly at the closed-eyed Yelü Qiu and said to Yelü Minghui, "Is there any point in continuing? We've already lost three out of five matches."

Yelü Minghui, also with a bitter smile, replied, "This is truly unexpected. I never imagined that so many extraordinary figures were hidden among the common people of the Song Dynasty, even the Martial Saint couldn't defeat them. However, since things have come to this, the final match is still necessary. Victory or defeat is no longer important."

As Yelü Minghui spoke, he winked at King Qiluo and glanced at Mo Wushang and Fu Yan'er, who sat serenely to the side.

Qi Luo Wang understood immediately and smiled at Mo Wu Chang, saying, "Sect Leader Mo, how about your sect participates in this final match?"

Mo Wu Chang had initially thought that with Yelü Qiu already defeated, the Liao Dynasty had lost three out of five matches, making the remaining one seem unnecessary. However, she hadn't expected Qi Luo Wang to want her to compete in the final round. A thought struck Mo Wu Chang; she had a pretty good grasp of Qi Luo Wang's intentions. He wanted to incite conflict between her Yin Gui Sect, a powerful demonic sect in the Central Plains martial arts world, and the righteous martial arts world. This would weaken the Central Plains martial arts world, as a major conflict between the righteous and the wicked would inevitably affect the situation of the Song Dynasty. His intentions were insidious, and his calculations were so far-reaching that even Mo Wu Chang, accustomed to the ways of intrigue, had to admire him.

Qi Luo Wang saw Mo Wu Chang glance at him with a questioning look, a look that seemed to see into his very soul, as if everything about him was exposed to Mo Wu Chang's eyes. Just when he thought Mo Wu Chang would refuse, Mo Wu Chang unexpectedly nodded and said to Fu Yan'er sitting beside her, "Yan'er, go up on stage and challenge An Suqing of Cihang Jingzhai. This is your destiny, you can't avoid it. Why not take this opportunity to have a competition?"

Fu Yan'er stood up, her tall and slender figure graceful and beautiful, her exquisite body like rolling hills, standing tall and elegant like a fairy from the moon palace. Her beautiful eyes, like black grapes, were like a pool of crystal spring water, clear and transparent, charming and touching. Her oval face had soft, delicate features, with bright red, tender cherry lips, a beautiful and delicate nose, and a pretty, upturned chin. Like a fairy descended from heaven, her beauty was so stunning that even the most beautiful flowers would blush and the moon would hide, and even the most beautiful fish would sink and geese would fall from the sky.

Sitting to the side, Yelü Zhi's lustful gaze was fixed on Fu Yan'er's exquisite figure as she stood up. His eyes were fixed on Fu Yan'er's round and pert buttocks. Noticing Yelü Zhi's blatant gaze, Fu Yan'er let out a soft shout, and an invisible force attacked Yelü Zhi. Fu Yan'er's cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds. Although she was still somewhat inferior to Yelü Minghui, the subtlety of the Demonic Sect's secret techniques was beyond Yelü Minghui's imagination. So when Yelü Minghui realized that Fu Yan'er was attacking Yelü Zhi, the force was already about to hit Yelü Zhi. Although Yelü Minghui could have neutralized Fu Yan'er's not-so-strong force if he had intervened at that moment, Yelü Minghui seemed to want to make Yelü Zhi suffer a bit, and actually watched as Fu Yan'er's hidden force landed on Yelü Zhi's body.

Yelü Zhi, who was staring at Fu Yan'er and indulging in lustful fantasies, never expected that the beauty would actually plot against him. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, a heart-wrenching agony spreading throughout his body. A salty taste rose in his throat. Fu Yan'er let out a soft moan, her delicate body, shrouded in palace attire, swaying gently as she stepped out of the pavilion under Yelü Zhi's venomous and resentful gaze, and lightly leaped onto the high platform.

Standing there, Fu Yan'er's beautiful face, as pure and holy as a goddess, possessed a solemnity that kept everyone at a distance. Her cold and aloof expression made her seem like an ice statue, and her chilling beauty left all the men who saw her stunned.

A clear, melodious voice rang out from slightly parted, glistening red lips: "Fu Yan'er of the Yin Gui

Sect challenges Fairy Cihang An to a duel!" Amidst everyone's anticipation, An Suqing, dressed in a simple white robe, gracefully entered. Her white robe billowed in the wind, exuding a relaxed and ethereal beauty, her features seemingly born of the essence of heaven and earth. Her eyebrows were delicate, like spring mountains, her eyes like autumn waters, revealing a noble and dignified, otherworldly air, like a fairy descended to earth. Her

soft, flowing black hair, cascading over her shoulders, made her bright, intelligent eyes even more irresistible. Her pearly white teeth, like two rows of white jade, were captivating. It was a genuine, simple, natural beauty, like a lotus rising from clear water, drifting towards Fu Yan'er's gaze.

"You must be Fu Yan'er of the Yin Gui Sect. Seeing you today, I can see you truly live up to your reputation, beautiful and otherworldly, unlike any ordinary person," An Suqing said with a smile, a peaceful and ethereal smile that soothed all worries.

Fu Yan'er suddenly smiled, her icy demeanor thawing like a hundred flowers blooming. The two women stood together, one appearing cold and aloof, the other gentle and approachable—truly, each with their own unique charm.

Ye Tianqi's gaze was fixed on the two women on the high platform. From the moment he saw Fu Yan'er, his eyes followed her. After many days apart, Fu Yan'er seemed thinner, and perhaps because of him, her cultivation seemed to have increased, now almost comparable to An Suqing's.

Fu Yan'er seemed to sense an eager gaze following her. Following that gaze, she saw the hateful man she had been longing for day and night, the one who had tormented her. Seeing Ye Tianqi smile at her, Fu Yan'er immediately averted her gaze, a flicker of panic in her eyes, her face flushing.

Fu Yan'er looked up and saw An Suqing smiling at her, as if she had seen through her entire change of expression. That smile, in Fu Yan'er's eyes, seemed like a mockery from An Suqing. As the most outstanding disciple of the Demonic Sect, if she weren't infatuated with Ye Tianqi, she wouldn't have revealed her gentle, tender side. At this moment, Fu Yan'er was calm and composed, her face serious. With a flick of her wrist, a red ribbon unfurled, its movement as ruthless as a demon's.

An Suqing naturally dared not underestimate Fu Yan'er. The conflict between Cihang Jingzhai and the Demonic Sect had a long history; both sides were well aware of each other's strengths and weaknesses. Seeing the red ribbon in Fu Yan'er's hand, she knew Fu Yan'er was serious. So, with a swift movement, she dodged Fu Yan'er's attack, her slender hand drawing the ancient sword from her back, sweeping it lightly, creating a flash of light in the air.

An Suqing's long sword danced lightly, her skirt fluttering like a startled swan, her flowing robes swaying as if flying through the heavens. Fu Yan'er's red ribbons filled the sky, like a rosy cloud on the horizon. Her two graceful bodies leaped and danced on the high platform, their moves extremely beautiful, like two fairies dancing gracefully. It was impossible to tell that the two women were engaged in a fight.

Ye Tianqi, observing this, couldn't help but murmur: "Once there was a beautiful woman, Gongsun, whose sword dance moved all directions. Spectators were as numerous as mountains, their faces downcast; heaven and earth seemed to bow low for a long time. Swift as Yi shooting down nine suns, graceful as emperors riding dragons. Coming like thunderbolts gathering their fury, ending like the stillness of the sea." (

Chapter 224

: Drunkenly Profaning Beauty, Clear and Bright Spring Feelings)

An Suqing, upon hearing this, smiled slightly. The ancient sword in her hand became even more elegant and agile. Her figure spun, graceful as a swimming dragon, gleaming with silver light. The sword's shadow flashed, and she vanished without a trace.

Fu Yan'er, upon hearing this, let out a soft snort, seemingly extremely displeased with Ye Tianqi's praise of An Suqing. The red silk ribbon in her hand trembled more rapidly, as vibrant as the fiery red sunset on the horizon. Waves of the ribbon, swirling with energy, clashed with An Suqing's longsword, producing a clear, resonant metallic clang.

Everyone watched the two women's duel on the high platform with rapt attention, secretly marveling that their trip to the capital hadn't been in vain. To witness the pinnacle of skill in combat between two of the most outstanding women in both the legitimate and illegitimate worlds, especially with such graceful, dance-like movements, was simply a feast for the eyes.

Two delicate cries rang out simultaneously, and the two entangled women abruptly separated. An Suqing's front was torn, vaguely revealing her plain white undergarment. Fu Yan'er's embroidered palace dress was also torn, revealing a glimpse of her delicate arm. The two women exchanged a glance, both seeing the admiration in each other's eyes.

An Suqing smiled and said, "Miss Fu, how about we call this a draw, a tie?"

Fu Yan'er knew she was still somewhat inferior to An Suqing, but it was truly difficult for them to determine a winner in a short time. Furthermore, their competition was of great significance; if a winner were to emerge, the consequences could be unimaginable. Fu Yan'er naturally nodded. Moreover, she knew of the close relationship between Ye Tianqi and Cihang Jingzhai, and naturally didn't want to worsen their relationship. For hundreds, even thousands of years, the two sides had been locked in this ambiguous stalemate; she didn't want to break that pattern.

Fu Yan'er smiled slightly at An Suqing, her eyes secretly glancing at Ye Tianqi not far away. With a light touch of her jade-like foot, she gracefully descended from the platform like a willow catkin in the wind.

Under the setting sun, An Suqing's face still held a peaceful smile, her lotus-like steps seemingly slow yet swift, slowly disappearing from everyone's sight.

King Qiluo and Yang Yanzhao stood smiling on the high platform. Yang Yanzhao's smile appeared genuinely joyful, but King Qiluo's smile was less convincing, seeming utterly fake. This was understandable; the Liao side had lost three matches, all by Liao soldiers. The one victory and one draw were achieved with the help of the Tibetans and the Demonic Sect, carrying a deep irony.

The Song side was hastily declared the victor. Fortunately, King Qiluo, mindful of etiquette, congratulated Ye Tianqi before departing with Yelü Qiu and the others.

The Song people lingered for a long time before slowly dispersing. Stories from the event spread widely. Amidst the joy, no one realized a great crisis was approaching. This very competition had triggered this crisis, yet it was also a turning point!

High up in the tower, after the fourth match, seeing He Qingyan defeat the Martial Saint of Liao and depart gracefully, even Emperor Zhenzong of the Song Dynasty couldn't help but show a look of excitement. He gently held the Empress's hand, saying nothing, yet the Empress could feel Zhenzong's inner turmoil. On one hand, his beloved daughter wouldn't have to marry far away, sparing her the pain of separation from her loved one; on the other hand, this match had shown them the many extraordinary talents emerging from the common people of the Song Dynasty, further enhancing the Song's reputation. He believed that within a few days, the results of this match between Song and Liao would spread throughout the land, and the attitudes of neighboring small countries towards the Song would surely change. How could Zhenzong not be excited?

Princess Qingwu's face was filled with joy, and a crystal tear rolled down her cheek, filled with sweet joy, without a trace of bitterness.

The expressions of the women in the room varied; Shi Feixuan's smile seemed quite calm, only a faint smile lingering at the corner of her mouth. Yan Yue and Xiao Yu'er were purely overjoyed, both for Ye Tianqi's victory and for becoming sworn sisters with such a noble princess as Qingwu—something they had never dared to imagine before. Yang Ning's smile was the most radiant. How could Yang Ning not be happy to have her childhood friend become an inseparable best friend? She was currently chatting and laughing with Princess Qingwu, whispering something in her ear that made the dignified Qingwu blush. Lu Wanshuang and Xuan Zhimeng smiled even more calmly, taking the matter very lightly. In their hearts, as long as Ye Tianqi treated them well, that was enough. Shui'er and Fu Qingqing also smiled faintly, befitting their lineage with Shi Feixuan.

However, no one noticed that while Fu Yan'er and An Suqing were fighting, a strange glint flashed in Lu Wanshuang's eyes, her delicate body trembled slightly, and a very familiar figure came into view—Master Feng Wuji. Feng Wuji seemed to notice Lu Wanshuang's gaze and smiled slightly at her, still as approachable as ever. This immediately put Lu Wanshuang's mind at ease. She had decided that after the competition, she would first visit her master; she couldn't hide the fact that she was now a married woman from Feng Wuji. On the high building, perhaps only Xuan Zhimeng noticed the change in Lu Wanshuang's expression. However, Xuan Zhimeng was, after all, a Xuanling, and didn't pay much attention to Lu Wanshuang, so she didn't notice the change.

As the sun set, Princess Qingwu reluctantly returned to the palace, pulled by the Empress. The other women, like welcoming a triumphant hero, surrounded Ye Tianqi as he left.

Lu Wanshuang's red lips twitched, but seeing everyone's joyful faces, she knew that if she suggested leaving temporarily, it would surely spoil the festive atmosphere.

Back at Ye Garden, entering the inner courtyard, the women were gathered. Except for Fu Qingqing, who sat a little further away, the others all sat around Ye Tianqi.

Each of the women kissed Ye Tianqi on the cheek. Fortunately, these women were naturally beautiful and extremely confident, not wearing makeup; otherwise, Ye Tianqi's face would have been covered in rouge.

Ye Tianqi gently pulled Shui'er, who was sitting beside him, into his arms. Shui'er's delicate cheeks flushed crimson as she buried her head in Ye Tianqi's chest. Knowing that she was being so intimate with Ye Tianqi under the gaze of her sisters, Shui'er's shy nature meant she would only hide like an ostrich in Ye Tianqi's arms. Ye Tianqi's large hands gently caressed Shui'er's delicate body, from her back to the smooth, rounded mound of snow beneath the palace gauze. Shui'er's body trembled slightly, while Ye Tianqi looked at the shy women with a wicked smile.

The women blushed crimson, giving Ye Tianqi a sidelong glance. Each woman was a stunning beauty, even their eye-rolls were full of allure.

They exchanged flirtatious glances, but Fu Qingqing, sitting to the side, was in a predicament. She couldn't leave or stay, and could only lower her head, afraid to look at Ye Tianqi. Yet, Ye Tianqi's gaze seemed to be fixed on her, making her incredibly nervous. If Fu Qingqing said she had no feelings for Ye Tianqi, she herself wouldn't believe it. Just the fact that Ye Tianqi had secretly seen her innocent body had made her remember him vividly. Then, An Suqing's unexpected relationship with Ye Tianqi made a further development possible for them. With An Suqing as an example, Fu Qingqing could convince herself otherwise. If they hadn't been separated after descending the mountain, perhaps Fu Qingqing would already be in Ye Tianqi's bed.

Ye Tianqi looked at the beauties in the room, each one a peerless beauty. What did he do to deserve them?

At dinner, Shi Feixuan specially instructed the kitchen to prepare their signature dishes, and Ye Tianqi ordered a maid to bring out the finest wine, insisting that the women drink quite a bit. Even Fu Qingqing couldn't escape it. However, Ye Tianqi himself wasn't a heavy drinker, so he became equally tipsy as the women were drunk.

Only Yang Ning and Fu Qingqing remained sober at the table. Looking at the women slumped over the table, the two women exchanged a wry smile. They didn't want the servants to see the women in their drunken state, so they helped the women into the room and placed them on the bed.

Yang Ning glanced at Fu Qingqing's perfect and alluring body, smiled slightly, and quickly helped Xuan Zhimeng up, leaving only the drunken Ye Tianqi at the table.

Ye Tianqi lay slumped over the table, reeking of alcohol. Actually, Ye Tianqi hadn't drunk much, but he was simply too weak to hold his liquor. Seeing Yang Ning help Xuan Zhimeng leave, leaving only the two of them in the hall, Fu Qingqing blushed slightly. Her stunning beauty made her even more alluring. The women had also poured her quite a bit of wine. If she hadn't been able to hold her liquor, she probably would have been helped back like the other women.

She carefully wiped Ye Tianqi's face with a warm, damp towel, and the smell of alcohol on him immediately lessened. Gently placing one of Ye Tianqi's hands on his shoulder, this was the first time Fu Qingqing had been so close to a man, especially one she found quite attractive. The strong masculine scent immediately made Fu Qingqing dizzy. As they walked, Ye Tianqi's entire weight was supported by Fu Qingqing. For someone like Fu Qingqing, who practiced martial arts, Ye Tianqi's weight wasn't a problem, but for a pure and innocent woman like Fu Qingqing to intimately support a man like Ye Tianqi, the friction between their skin was enough to make her tremble, as if she had no strength left. Her breathing quickened, and her cheeks flushed. If Ye Tianqi saw Fu Qingqing in such an alluring state at this moment, perhaps he would have pounced on her and pinned her to the bed. However, Fu Qingqing didn't have such a treat, because Ye Tianqi was too drunk to open his eyes.

In a hazy state, Ye Tianqi smelled a faint fragrance. He seemed to be leaning against a delicate body, his large hand resting unsteadily on her waist. Fu Qingqing hadn't expected Ye Tianqi to place his hand on her slender waist; her body trembled slightly. Looking at Ye Tianqi, she saw that he was still completely drunk, showing no signs of sobriety. Yet, Ye Tianqi's large hand tightly embraced her waist. If it were just an embrace, it wouldn't be so bad, but she didn't know who Ye Tianqi mistook her for. His large hand slowly began to gently caress her lower abdomen. Suddenly stimulated like this, Fu Qingqing's body went limp, and the two almost collapsed to the ground.

Exhausted, Fu Qingqing felt a burning heat throughout her body. The desire aroused by Ye Tianqi's hands made her breath quicken, her eyes becoming hazy.

Seeing Fu Qingqing's appearance, Yang Ning's eyes flashed with a smile. He pretended to be asleep, lying on the inside of the large bed.

Fu Qingqing finally helped Ye Tianqi to the bedside and placed him on it. Seeing that all the women on the bed were wearing only thin undergarments, she paused, gently biting her red lips, leaving a faint tooth mark. She slowly squatted down beside the bed, her plump, round buttocks taut and perfectly rounded beneath the palace gauze, a breathtaking sight from afar. Her slender hands removed Ye Tianqi's shoes. Looking at Ye Tianqi lying on the bed, Fu Qingqing stood up, took a deep breath, and reached for Ye Tianqi's waist, gently untying the sash. She slowly removed Ye Tianqi's outer garment. Just then, Ye Tianqi's large hand grabbed one of hers. With his eyes closed, Ye Tianqi pulled with an unknown force, causing Fu Qingqing to stumble and fall towards him.

"Ah!" Fu Qingqing cried out softly, feeling a chill on her chest as her plain white undergarment was revealed.

Chapter 225 Beauties in One Bed, Qingqing Takes a Bath

"Ah!" Fu Qingqing gasped softly, feeling a chill on her chest as her white bodice was revealed. Ye Tianqi had somehow managed to loosen the ribbon around Fu Qingqing's waist, and with a few tugs, he had untied most of the palace veil covering her chest, revealing her snow-white breasts and the white bodice. Her full, firm breasts were encased beneath it.

Yang Ning, hearing Fu Qingqing's increasingly seductive moans, blushed. When she opened her eyes, Fu Qingqing's clothes had already been removed by Ye Tianqi, revealing her body, a body imbued with the essence of heaven and earth. At this moment, Fu Qingqing was already aroused to a fever pitch by Ye Tianqi.

In the flickering red candlelight, the gauze curtains on either side of the bed slowly lowered. Through the thin veil, two bodies gradually overlapped. A cry of pain rang out, and alluring moans escaped from time to time as the tassels swayed. As the saying goes: Young men and beautiful women, indulging in romance, spent a passionate night in the brocade tent. Unaware of their arrival at the inn, their wild souls seemed to have entered a celestial vessel. Their faces flushed, stained with the sweat of rouge, their pale skin smudged with powder and oil. Unable to sleep, they tossed and turned, until the rooster crowed, breaking the silence of the early autumn night.

In the stillness of the night, on a high mountain outside Bianliang City, stood two figures, clearly descended from the celestial realm.

The man holding the golden mace addressed the man with the sword: "Brother Immortal, let us return to the celestial realm and report everything to the Jade Emperor. The intense energy fluctuations of today surely couldn't have escaped the notice of the Jade Emperor and the great emperors of the celestial realm. If we return now, we can report everything the Jade Emperor wants to know, and our rewards will be a certainty."

The sword-wielding man nodded excitedly, and two streaks of light shot through the sky, piercing the heavens.

The officials of the Imperial Observatory seemed oblivious to this anomaly, missing an opportunity to discover the incident beforehand.

In a brightly lit room in the Su residence, Qin Guan and his disciple Su Shi sat upright.

"Guan'er, what are your thoughts after watching those five matches today?" Su Shi put down his hot tea and looked at his beloved disciple

. Qin Guan frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "Master, after watching those matches today, I finally understand the saying 'there's always someone better.' I never imagined that our Great Song Dynasty would have such reclusive masters of such skill. Even the Martial Saint of the Liao Dynasty couldn't defeat them. What kind of realm is this? Perhaps I'll never reach their level in my lifetime."

Su Shi showed no anger. Qin Guan asked curiously, "Master, why didn't you scold me?"

Su Shi smiled and said, "Scolding you? What you said is the truth. Even I, your master, couldn't handle those people. It's perfectly normal for you to have these thoughts. But Guan'er, remember one thing: don't draw conclusions until the very end. How do you know you won't possess the same level of skill as those predecessors?"

“But Guan’er really doesn’t have confidence,” Qin Guan said with a wry smile.

Su Shi’s face turned serious, and he said solemnly, “Guan’er, as the next sect leader of the Flower Sect, how can you say such a thing? You are still young, and you haven’t had any special opportunities, so your cultivation has only reached the Celestial Realm. But among the younger generation, you are already one of the best.”

Qin Guan nodded.

“Come with me!” Just as Qin Guan was deep in thought, he heard Su Shi’s words. Qin Guan looked up and saw Su Shi’s tall figure walking towards the secret chamber. He didn’t know why Su Shi was calling him into the secret chamber, but Qin Guan, who always obeyed Su Shi’s words, followed him in.

After a long time, when the two came out of the secret chamber, Su Shi, who was in front, seemed to have exhausted his energy and aged ten years in an instant, while Qin Guan exuded the aura of a strong person, an aura that was not much different from Ye Tianqi’s strongest moment. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and it was obvious that his cultivation had greatly improved.

Qin Guan helped Su Shi sit down. Qin Guan's eyes glistened with tears as he murmured, "Master..."

Su Shi smiled gently and said, "Guan'er, you don't need to say anything. I have used a secret technique of the Demonic Sect to transfer all my cultivation into your body. You now possess the cultivation I have painstakingly cultivated for decades. Although you cannot use it all for now, as long as you put in the effort to make all my cultivation your own, I believe your cultivation will definitely reach the level of the Four Grandmasters. The heavy responsibility of bringing glory to our Flower Sect will fall on your shoulders."

Qin Guan nodded heavily.

Seeing Qin Guan's expression, Su Shi couldn't help but laugh, "Foolish child, don't be sad. I've only lost my cultivation. But it's for the best. My other identity is that of a Grand Scholar, which suits my status."

"But what about your safety!" Qin Guan

asked. Su Shi smiled, "Master believes he has no enemies in either the righteous or the wicked. Besides, Master is a court official. Would those martial arts practitioners make things difficult for Master? Would I be reduced to being bullied after losing my cultivation? Alright, go back to your room and cultivate quietly. Try to integrate my cultivation into your own as soon as possible. Don't waste Master's efforts."

Qin Guan bid farewell to Su Shi and left.

After Qin Guan left, Su Shi gently stood up and stood by the window. A beautiful figure flashed before his eyes. The woman in his mind was about 80% similar to Fu Yan'er, whom he had seen today. Su Shi murmured, "Wan'er, where are you? I know you're not dead. I've seen our daughter. She really looks like you..."

Bright sunlight streamed into the room through the cracks in the window, illuminating the space.

A thin curtain hung over the bed, and although the sun was high in the sky, the person on the bed showed no signs of waking. The maids outside had risen early, wondering why their mistresses, who usually rose very early, were still motionless at this hour, but they dutifully went about their own business.

Inside the room, separated by the curtain, on the bed,

lay a cluster of pink buttocks and jade-like thighs, skin entwined, firm breasts, a flat, full belly, plump breasts, long, slender legs, and flowing black hair. Various colored bodices and bras—white, light yellow, grass green…—were scattered across the bed. The women all wore expressions of satisfaction, smiles playing on their lips. The thin brocade quilt barely concealed their delicate bodies, vaguely revealing alluring scenery—in short, an abundance of springtime allure.

Ye Tianqi's eyes trembled slightly, and he felt a slight headache. He was about to rub it when he found his hand pressed down by a soft, pink mass. Perhaps after a while, a tingling, numb sensation arose. Ye Tianqi looked up and saw a face as beautiful as if it had stepped out of a painting. The stunning Xuan Zhimeng was lying naked on his chest, her smooth, pink face pressed against his skin, a slight smile on her lips, lost in a blissful dream.

Ye Tianqi felt two soft mounds against his chest, clearly feeling the firmness of their nipples, a warm sensation emanating from them. Without a doubt, Ye Tianqi knew their bodies hadn't separated after last night's passion. Ye Tianqi's eyes drifted towards the bed, and the scene before him excited him. It was incredibly tempting. Several women were lying naked on the bed in various positions, their faces filled with ecstasy. An idiom flashed through Ye Tianqi's mind: "Sleeping together under the same quilt." This was a scene Ye Tianqi had longed for, but he had never been able to realize it before. Unexpectedly, last night, after getting drunk, he finally achieved his dream. Unfortunately, all he could recall were hazy, erotic images; he couldn't remember anything from yesterday.

Ye Tianqi's gaze swept over the women's exposed skin. Hmm, these are Xuan'er's jade legs, long and supple, most powerful when they gripped his waist. These are Yang Ning's jade arms; though snow-white and slender, Ye Tianqi knew that when Yang Ning was most aroused, her small hands could choke him. Heh, these exposed, full breasts must belong to Lu Wanshuang. Although this girl usually kept a low profile, her exquisite figure hidden beneath her dignified palace attire made all the women envious. Eh! Whose jade-like feet were these? He couldn't recall any of his women possessing such feet. The small, translucent feet had toes as delicate as tender spring onions just pulled from water, the faint veins clearly visible. There was no vermilion powder on the toes, which Ye Tianqi utterly despised. Following the exquisite feet upwards, he saw a pair of slender, jade-like legs, as if sculpted from jade. Slowly, he looked up along the legs, towards the woman's most mysterious place. Ye Tianqi couldn't see what was hidden by the brocade quilt, but he clearly saw a vibrant plum blossom blooming on the sheet beneath the translucent jade thighs. The dazzling crimson stains the pristine white sheet. A scene flashed through Ye Tianqi's mind: Fu Qingqing, her face streaked with tears, her expression full of passion.

Ye Tianqi abruptly looked at the woman's beautiful face. Sure enough, as he had suspected, it was the dignified and elegant Fu Qingqing, the head of the most prestigious family in the world, his nominal martial uncle.

At this moment, Fu Qingqing's face showed a mixture of weariness and contentment, though tear tracks remained on her beautiful face, making her look like a banana leaf battered by rain.

Unbeknownst to them, Xuan Zhimeng, who was on top of Ye Tianqi, let out a soft moan and gently opened her eyes. Her eyes, however, were overflowing with desire, her phoenix eyes shimmering with a captivating allure, perfectly complementing her unparalleled beauty and exuding irresistible charm—truly befitting of the ancient and renowned Xuanhu lineage.

When Xuan Zhimeng saw Ye Tianqi looking at her, a hint of shyness flashed across her face. That lowered head and delicate blush ignited an overwhelming desire in Ye Tianqi. His already aroused member immediately caused Xuan Zhimeng to cry out softly, her jade arms tightly encircling Ye Tianqi's slender waist, and she began to move gently.

In the room, the bed swayed rhythmically, and melodious moans, each with its own unique charm, emanated from it, indescribably alluring and seductive.

It wasn't until noon that the bed curtains were gently parted by a pair of slender, jade-like hands. Shi Feixuan was draped in a thin veil, beneath which lay snow-white, translucent skin. A plain white bodice completely concealed her private parts. Her beautiful feet stepped off the bed, and a pair of large hands caressed her pink buttocks. Shi Feixuan turned her head away, giving the owner of the large hand a

disdainful look, exuding boundless allure. One after another, graceful figures descended from the bed, their faces radiating spring-like desire and expressions of satisfaction. The last to step down was Ye Tianqi, wearing only shorts and holding a half-naked beauty in his arms. The beauty buried her head against Ye Tianqi's chest. Gazing at her fullness beneath the bodice, his hands caressing her rounded buttocks, Ye Tianqi couldn't help but recall the exquisite beauty of Fu Qingqing writhing and moaning beneath him earlier.

Ye Tianqi nestled against Fu Qingqing's snow-white neck, nibbling at her delicate earlobe, breathing warm air as he whispered something that caused Fu Qingqing's face to flush crimson. Her small hands, which had been wrapped around her waist, now twirled around Ye Tianqi's waist, reminding him that even though Fu Qingqing came from the most powerful family in the world, she was still a woman.

The side room was a large bathtub, surrounded by smooth, blue-green stones, filled with warm water. The rising steam created a hazy atmosphere. When Ye Tianqi carried Fu Qingqing in, several snow-white figures were already swimming in the tub, and clothes racks beside it held the fragrance of various women.

Fu Qingqing was quite badly injured. Ye Tianqi put her down, and she swayed a few times before leaning against him to regain her balance.

Fu Qingqing suddenly let out a soft gasp. The ribbons around her neck and along her back had somehow been untied by Ye Tianqi, and her plain white bodice had slipped down. A chill ran through her chest, and Fu Qingqing immediately covered herself with her hands to hide her exposed skin. But the coolness told her that Ye Tianqi had already removed her undergarments. Although her body held no secrets from Ye Tianqi, under the gaze of the other women, Fu Qingqing's shy body trembled slightly.

With a sudden thud, Fu Qingqing felt her body sink into the water. The warm sensation made her let out a comfortable moan as she experienced her second pleasure.

Amidst the rippling water, Shui'er, her dark hair clinging to her pink back, swam to the two women's side. Fu Qingqing and Shui'er were like sisters. At this moment, Fu Qingqing suddenly broke free from Ye Tianqi's embrace and ran to Shui'er's side. She dared not stay by Ye Tianqi's side any longer. Heaven knows if she could withstand the teasing of his wicked hands. Her body was already unable to withstand any more pleasure. If she couldn't resist being teased and Ye Tianqi didn't show her any tenderness, she might really have to stay in bed obediently for two days without being able to get up.

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