Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed.

(I)

On the edge of the Qinling Mountains, on the waist of Mount Taibai, snow fell incessantly. Outside the dilapidated temple, snowflakes

drifted , and faint firelight shone from within the temple. A young girl in purple robes rushed into the main hall. Her pretty face, illuminated by the firelight

, was filled with anxiety. Tiny beads of sweat clung to her straight nose and the tip of her nose, and the unmelted snowflakes at her temples added to her

beauty . The girl opened her eyes slightly, about to head towards the back hall, when she heard a long laugh outside. She quickly turned around and

drew her long sword from her waist.

A figure suddenly shot into the hall. The moment the person's feet touched the ground, they stopped abruptly. With a "whoosh,"

they unfolded their folding fan and said leisurely, "Miss, I've been chasing you for a day and a night. I, Hu Yuwei, never do

anything without a purpose. It's time for me to collect my reward."

The girl in purple didn't say a word. In an instant, her sword light encircled him. The two exchanged more than ten quick blows. The girl

in purple's sword techniques were extremely complex and fast, but her appearance was already very beautiful, and her figure was perfectly proportioned.

When she made her moves, others could not see her speed, but only her breathtaking beauty.

After forty moves, the girl in purple was already at a disadvantage. Hu Yuwei leisurely looked her up and down, occasionally uttering

words of praise. After a few more moves, the girl in purple dropped her longsword, which was stuck diagonally into the wall. Hu Yuwei said, "

Does the young lady intend to surrender, or do I need to force her?"

Fear was revealed in the girl in purple's large eyes, and only three words echoed in her mind: "What to do? What to

do?"

Hu Yuwei continued, "It seems I will have to use force?" As he spoke, he took a step forward, only to hear a

cold snort from behind. A woman's voice said, "Hu Yuwei, you scum,

are Hu Yuwei's pupils shrank and then widened, his eyes gleaming with lust. He turned around,

and a beautiful woman in palace attire with her hair styled in a high bun walked into the entrance of the hall. As he left, the bulge in his chest seemed about to burst through his clothes. The palace-dressed beauty walked straight to

the center of the hall, glanced at the purple-clad girl behind him, and said, "Make way."

Hu Yuwei hurriedly said, "Zheng Yu, my Bilin Cave and I have always kept to ourselves. You've ruined my

plans , and I've tolerated it all. This time, please be merciful and let me go."

Zheng Yu coldly replied, "If it weren't for Master's instructions not to offend the Evil Qi Hall, Yu Mei and I would have already sent you to

the underworld. What more do you want?" He turned to the purple-clad girl and said, "Sister, stay here for the night and

leave ."

Zheng Yu walked to the corner of the hall, took the purple-clad girl's long sword, frowned, and said, "Sister, your sword is quite

strange . By the way, my name is Zheng Yu. What's your name?" He completely disregarded Hu Yuwei.

The girl in purple smiled faintly: "My surname is Ai, and my given name is Jie."

Hu Yuwei, seeing Ai Jie's smile, was truly captivated. Lust rose in his heart, and malice arose in

his secretly plotted: "Zheng Yu is easy to deal with alone, but I wonder if Li Yingyu is nearby." He said calmly,

"Bi Lin Shuang Fei, always inseparable, why are you alone?"

Zheng Yu said impatiently, "Junior sister has something to attend to." Ai Jie glanced at the snow falling outside the temple and said, "

I will remember your kindness, sister, but I have urgent business and don't want to burden you. I should be on my way now that the snow has eased a bit

." Zheng Yu was about to reply when he heard Hu Yuwei say sinisterly, "Now that things have come to this, none of you will escape."

Zheng Yu was startled and turned around. Two sashes were already hanging from his sleeves. Hu Yuwei continued, "

That's right , I can't defeat Li Yingyu, but I can easily deal with you." With that, his tall, slender figure lunged at Zheng Yu.

Just as Zheng Yu was about to meet the attack with his twin swords, and Ai Jie was about to draw her sword to join the fray, Hu Yuwei swiftly turned

and retreated to Ai Jie's side, having already subdued her pressure points.

Hu Yuwei knew that a fight with Zheng Yu would take at least a hundred or two hundred moves to determine a winner. Fearing Ai Jie might

escape , and also worried about the two women joining forces, he feinted a retreat to advance, which proved successful.

Zheng Yu was both surprised and enraged. With a move called "Flowing Light Dance," he forced Hu Yuwei back two steps, then unleashed the ultimate technique of the Azure Phosphorus Cave,

engaging Hu Yuwei in combat. Ai Jie watched intently, knowing that if Zheng Yu were to lose,

her fate would be in the hands of this shameless man.

About seventy moves had passed, and Zheng Yu showed no signs of defeat. Suddenly, Hu Yuwei stumbled and stopped.

Zheng Yu let out a sharp cry and used her twin belts in a move called "Double Flight Wings," striking Hu Yuwei's forehead from both sides. However,

this was a trap. Hu Yuwei suddenly increased his speed, his body moving like lightning, striking straight at the center. Zheng Yu's twin belts

were outside and she couldn't retaliate, but she didn't panic. She flipped her palms to meet the attack, but her left shoulder went numb. She had been hit by a finger and

felt half of her body go numb. Her mind raced. She knew that if she didn't leave, she would only lose one more person. With a light tap of her toes, she turned

and retreated.

Unexpectedly, she was even faster than Hu Yuwei, already clinging to him like a shadow. Hu Yuwei let out a lewd laugh, his right hand already grabbing

Zheng Yu's shirt at the back. He changed his move with lightning speed; as soon as he grabbed the shirt, he released his inner strength, and Zheng Yu's breasts were the first

to tear open, the front

buttons of her long shirt snapping off one by one. Zheng Yu's momentum didn't slow down at all; she flew forward, only wearing her underpants. As soon as she landed, her left leg went weak, her right leg went light, and Hu Yuwei grabbed her right ankle,

lifting her upside down. Zheng Yu's acupoints were pressed on her foot, her limbs were sore, and she was completely unable to resist. Hu Yuwei chuckled coldly: "Zheng

Yu, you never thought this day would come, did you?"

Hu Yuwei threw away the underpants and long shirt he was holding in his right hand, staring at Zheng Yu... Hu Yuwei, his lust rising,

glanced at Ai Jie lying pale beside him and laughed, "I'm in for a treat today

!"

He walked to the stone base of the Buddha statue in the main hall, pressed Zheng Yu face down in front of the broken statue, and used his left hand to apply

pressure to her pressure points while his right hand ripped off her underpants. Zheng Yu was now completely naked. Ai Jie cried out, "You can defile me all you want!

Let Zheng Jie go!" Hu Yuwei laughed, "You can't escape either, don't rush."

Zheng Yu felt the hardness of the man pressing against her private parts. She frantically tried to grab back with both hands, but with her pressure points sealed,

she couldn't exert any strength. Two streams of tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto the cold stone bricks—tears of humiliation and fear

. Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced her body. Zheng Yu gritted her teeth, trying not to make a sound, but she couldn't help but

sob . Through her tear-blurred eyes, Ai Jie saw a line of blood flowing

down . After an unknown amount of time, Hu Yuwei turned Zheng Yu over and began his second assault. Hu Yuwei

grabbed Zheng Yu's right breast with one hand, letting her left breast sway up and down with his rhythm. Zheng Yu's legs involuntarily hooked around his waist.

After a while, Hu Yuwei let out a satisfied sigh and slowly withdrew from Zheng Yu's body.

He didn't notice Zheng Yu's fingers, white from the force of her grip, gently touching the hairpin in her hair. It was a

three-inch- long dagger. As it was pulled out, its cold light flashed. Hu Yuwei

dodged quickly, but two inches of the three-inch dagger still pierced his left arm. Hu Yuwei didn't get angry; instead, he laughed. He pulled out the dagger, examined it for a long time, and then casually stuck it in

the stone base next to Zheng Yu's cheek. He casually praised, "Good!"

While dressing, he thought, "Playing with Zheng Yu is fine, but provoking the Bi Lin Ancestor would be troublesome."

Zheng Yu's face was still wet with tears. When she turned her head, the dagger stuck beside her head was still gleaming, not

losing its luster despite its owner's shame. Seeing her reflection in the dagger, her cheeks still flushed, a strong sense of shame surged into

Zheng Yu's heart. Her legs were still in pain from the first time she had been roughed by a man. Looking at the two small characters "Wei Zhen" on the dagger

, Zheng Yu made up her mind. She only heard Ai Jie's voice calling in her ear, "Sister Zheng..."

(II)

As Hu Yuwei turned his head, a three-inch-long dagger had already pierced Zheng Yu's left chest. He shrugged and said indifferently,

"Fine, saves me the trouble."

Ai Jie cried, "You beast, you killed me..." Before she could finish speaking, she was already sobbing uncontrollably.

At this moment, voices could be faintly heard in the distance. The voices reached the temple gate in the blink of an eye. Hu Yuwei was startled: "The people who came here

are so fast."

One person said, "There's a fire in the main hall, there must be someone." Another person said, "A fire doesn't necessarily mean there's

someone ." The first person said, "I say there must be someone." The other person said, "What are we betting on?" The first person said, "Three

slaps." As they spoke, the two had already entered the main hall.

Hu Yuwei said loudly, "Gentlemen, what are your esteemed names? What brings you here so late at night?"

Both men were startled. The one on the right said, "I lost." He slapped himself three times before saying,

"I am Lan Buyan." The one on the left said, "I am Lan Buyu." Lan Buyan said, "I don't think this thing is any

good."

Lan Buyu was about to speak when a clear, melodious voice interrupted him: "You two brothers are spouting nonsense again?"

A middle-aged man with a tall hat and a pale face entered, followed by a young couple. The man was handsome and elegant

, with eyes like stars, though his features were not particularly striking, and his eyes seemed to hold a faint sorrow. The woman was exceptionally beautiful,

with dimples on her cheeks, quite charming.

As soon as the middle-aged man spoke, the Lan brothers fell silent. The middle-aged man looked at Zheng Yu's corpse and frowned, saying:

"Who killed her?"

Ai Jie cried, "Old sir, this man defiled Sister Zheng and killed her." The girl said, "Oh? It's

Zheng Yu, one of the Bi Lin Shuang Fei."

Hu Yuwei looked up at the sky, his expression arrogant: "So what if I killed her?" Lan Buyan angrily said, "How dare you speak to my master

like that ?"

Lan Buyu said, "You brat, apologize to my master right now!"

The two were of one mind and rushed forward. After a few moves, Hu Yuwei was already retreating step by step. Lan Buyan and Lan Buyu

both used grappling techniques, but their styles were completely different. One's moves were wide and sweeping, while the other's were all within a small space.

Just as Lan Buyan and Lan Buyu were about to succeed, Hu Yuwei suddenly produced two judge's pens in his hands, and Ai Jie... "Surprised!" Hu Yuwei exclaimed. "This

lecherous scoundrel even has a weapon!"

The situation had changed swiftly. With a single stroke of Hu Yuwei's judge's pen, Lan Buyan and Lan Buyu were both wounded and forced to retreat. Lan Buyu

cursed, "That damned bastard!"

Lan Buyan said, "I told you this thing wasn't good."

Hu Yuwei, having landed a blow, didn't pursue, but arrogantly declared, "Leave the woman here, and I'll spare your lives."

The girl with dimples on her cheeks smiled, "Tsk tsk, what arrogance! You think you can spare me so easily?"

The moment the girl spoke, Hu Yuwei's attitude changed completely: "With a beauty like you,

I'll accept whatever terms you offer. But I don't know your name." His attitude shifted from arrogant to extremely obsequious.

The middle-aged man frowned again, while the young man remained expressionless and silent. The girl said, "Listen carefully

, my name is Ren-Qian-Jie."

Hu Yuwei was stunned for a moment before saying, "Ren Chenwen's daughter?"

Twenty years ago, Ren Chenwen betrayed Kunlun for a woman, taking with him a copy of the "Six Absolute Sword Manual of Qiankun". At

the foot of Kunlun Mountain, it was rumored that he defeated the four elders of Kunlun with his one-month-old daughter. After that, he disappeared without a trace.

Since then, the names of the Ren father and daughter have been known throughout the martial arts world. For twenty years, many people who coveted the "Six Absolute Sword Manual of Qiankun"

have been searching for his whereabouts.

Ren Qianjie shouted, "You dare call my father by his name? If he were here, your tongue would be gone by now

!" She walked over, helped Ai Jie up, and casually released her pressure points with a pat. She added,

"You want to keep me and this sister here? It won't be that easy. My father's disciple and my nephew probably won't agree

."

Hu Yuwei pointed at the Lan brothers and smiled, "Just these two?" Ren Qianjie pouted, "No, not

at all." She said to the young man, "Wang Yuren, your aunt ordered you to capture this scoundrel." The young man didn't move.

Hu Yuwei glanced at the young man and chuckled, "How can he be your junior disciple?"

Ren Qianjie laughed, "My master is his master's master, so aren't I his aunt?"

Seeing that Wang Yuren didn't move, he stamped his foot and said, "What are you still doing?" Wang Yuren said, "Master told me not to

fight with people, have you forgotten?"

Ren Qianjie walked over, grabbed Wang Yuren's hand and shook it repeatedly, her voice both sweet and charming: "You heard that this

scoundrel wanted to keep me and this sister here, even if my father finds out..." "It's not your fault."

The middle-aged man standing to the side glanced at the dark figure on the beam and

said, "Young Master, let me come down." Wang Yuren sighed, waved his hand, and walked out, saying, "A life for a life, that's fair enough."

Hu Yuwei thought angrily, "This kid is too arrogant."

The two judge's pens transformed into two streaks of silver light, one vertical and one horizontal, making it impossible to see where he was attacking. Ai Jie was both surprised

and afraid , and involuntarily moved closer to Ren Qianjie, softly asking, "He won't lose, will he?" Ren Qianjie said,

"He's the best at pretending. Apart from my father, there are few people in the world he can't beat."

Hu Yuwei had now used the "Yellow Spring Soul-Severing Pen Technique," which he had never used before. But the storm-like attacks

couldn't even touch a corner of Wang Yuren's clothes. Hu Yuwei thought to himself, "The Kunlun Sect's Three Saints Palms are nothing special. How come I

can't get close to him?"

At this point, he knew that Wang Yuren was no weaker than him, and with the Lan brothers added to the mix, he wouldn't get away unscathed today.

He glanced at the two women whispering together, each displaying their unique talents, and felt an indescribable

discomfort . The pleasure he had just felt from raping Zheng Yu had completely vanished. Distracted, and with his injured left hand slowing his brushstrokes,

Wang Yuren closed in from the left. Hu Yuwei unleashed a move called "Hellfire Reincarnation," hooking back with his left brush and striking horizontally with his right—a desperate

attack. Wang Yuren slightly bent his left palm, flipped it over, and wisps of white steam rose from it. His right palm clenched loosely, and his index and

middle fingers suddenly... With a slight inward bend in his fingertips, Hu Yuwei felt as if his right pen had struck a wad of cotton. A wisp of white energy emanating from Wang Yuren's

right palm and two fingers reached his chest. With a muffled groan, blood trickled from the corner of Hu Yuwei's mouth.

He stumbled backward, his face filled with disbelief, and stammered, "The Wudang Sect's Heaven-Piercing Finger? The lost

Ice Qi?..."

Ren Qianjie laughed, "You know quite a lot."

Hu Yuwei's face turned green, and a strange smile appeared on his lips. The middle-aged man shouted, "Watch out!"

As if pulled by an invisible rope, Hu Yuwei moved towards

Ren Qianjie and Ai Jie at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye. Ren Qianjie reacted extremely quickly. As soon as Hu Yuwei moved, her hand was already on the sword at her waist. But

Hu was too fast. Before she could fully draw her sword, Hu Yuwei was already in front of her. Helpless, she lightly touched the ground with her toes

and leaped into the air. There was a cry of surprise from Ai Jie. She had already been carried on Hu Yuwei's shoulder and darted away.

Hu Yuwei knew without turning around that Wang Yuren would definitely pursue him. Thinking that he was already very fast and had seized the initiative,

he figured Wang Yuren could only chase him in a straight line. With a flick of his wrists, he sent two judge's pens flying backward, hoping to slow him

down and escape. Unexpectedly, the pens had barely left his hands when Wang Yuren's palm strike reached his back. Without thinking, Hu Yuwei shoved Ai Jie

backward from , his face turning from green to blue. His tall, slender body

vanished from the temple like lightning, like bait being cast from a fishing rod. With a swift movement, he caught Ai Jie in his arms. The middle-aged man

said, "Don't chase after him."

Ai Jie looked up and met Wang Yuren's clear gaze. Her pretty face flushed red, and she quickly turned her head away. In the blink of an eye,

she exclaimed, "Young Master, you're injured!"

A judge's pen had pierced through Wang Yuren's left shoulder. Knowing that the man before her was injured while saving her,

she quickly struggled to the ground, tore off the hem of her purple dress, and used it to bandage him. Ren Qianjie rushed over and said anxiously, "Yuren,

how could you be so careless?"

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