A Heroic Journey Through the Martial World

On the vast grassland, in the afterglow of the setting sun, two black and white horses galloped hurriedly. Approaching from afar, a woman and a man rode side by side.

They had been riding for a whole day, fleeing from pursuers. They had initially intended to continue along the back roads, but now, as dusk approached, the
woman , looking at the man beside her with worried eyes, wanted to speak, but seeing the weariness in his eyes, she could
n't bear it and changed course into the woods.

The woman dismounted her white horse, untied the reins, and tied the end to a tree. The man also dismounted and, facing the woman, tied his own rope to a tree opposite. They gazed at each other
for a long time, speechless.

The woman appeared to be around thirty years old. She was the man's mother, named Hua Yan, and the mistress of a secluded place called Hua Yan Valley in western Sichuan. Several days ago
at this time , Hua Yan Valley was invaded by a group of evil people. These people had long heard that Hua Yan Valley was a paradise on earth, a place where they sought the secret of immortality
. After entering the valley, they killed all the male disciples and almost all of them raped and abducted. Hua
Yan was exceptionally beautiful. Her delicate eyebrows framed a face like a lotus emerging from a tranquil landscape. Her refined features, tinged with the lingering charm of a mature woman, were adorned with a
graceful and dignified air. Dressed in a long white satin dress, she possessed the allure of a swallow soaring through the sky. In the martial world, she was renowned for her unparalleled beauty. However, her husband, Lu Buping,
a righteous man, was accused of colluding with evil sects by his own righteous followers for a family heirloom secret of immortality. During interrogation, he
kissed his sword to prove his innocence.

Upon hearing the tragic news of her husband's death, Hua Yan suppressed her grief and fled to the mountains with her young son, Lu Renyu. They remained hidden for over ten years. During this time, hundreds of
people from the manor hastily left, but more than ten of her trusted maids also sought refuge there, settling down in this valley where flowers bloomed in abundance.

Exhausted, Lu Renyu rested under a tree. Although it was dusk, his forehead was covered in sweat. Hua Yan silently
wiped .

Although Lu Renyu was tall and handsome, his youthful face indicated that he was still seventeen or eighteen, in the prime of his development. Before inheriting the profound
martial arts techniques of his family, he was still a playful boy. Hua Yan hadn't mentioned her husband's death at all, fearing that her son would learn martial arts and
seek revenge. To her son's questions, she had downplayed them.

After resting for a while, Lu Renyu felt more relaxed and regained his energy. He looked up at Hua Yan.

"Mother, I don't understand why we had to run all this way! These people captured people from our valley, including Aunt Qin." Lu Renyu's face was filled with grief and indignation. Besides
his mother, Hua Yan, Aunt Qin was the one who loved him the most. Thinking of how Aunt Qin had fallen into those people's hands yesterday while protecting him, he felt guilty.

Hua Yan knew her son's thoughts. For his future safety, she knew she could no longer hide the truth. She placed her delicate, jade-like hand in
his .

"Renyu, do you know about our family's... martial arts?" Hua Yan blushed deeply, her face flushed, but her mind remained calm as she spoke softly.

Not understanding why his mother asked this, Lu Renyu nodded suspiciously and replied, "Yes, I remember all the martial arts you taught me, Mother, but I've never
practiced the last few chapters."

Hua Yan said, "Our family's martial arts are divided into ten styles. The first three are the basic methods of controlling qi, bringing the body and mind to a state of emptiness, thereby experiencing the
movements and sensations encountered." Lu Renyu nodded.

Hua Yan continued, "The next three chapters are the methods of combining offense and defense, the key to unity of body and mind, feeling from the center of the eyebrows, the center of the nose, the center of the ears, feeling internally, thus
using the mind to control the technique, and the technique to control the move." Lu Renyu nodded again.

Lu Renyu waited expectantly for the next door his mother had never mentioned, but after a long wait, his mother didn't open it, only looking
hesitant .

Lu Renyu asked, "Mother, what about the next door?"

Hua Yan's beautiful eyes glanced in one direction, and she said shyly, "Renyu…you…turn around…close your eyes first."

Lu Renyu didn't understand, but he still turned around and closed his eyes.

After Hua Yan got up, she glanced at her son before silently and gently removing her gauze robe.

For the sake of the family martial arts, she was so abrupt with the beautiful woman; no one could imagine it, and the feeling was indescribable.
After , he only heard the soft sound of gauze being removed behind him. He didn't understand yet and wanted to turn around, but

then he remembered his mother's instructions. Hua Yan had already removed all her clothes and bodice. In the dim light of the setting sun, an alluring fragrance emanated from her body, appearing in the woods, making her
seem even more holy and beautiful.

Hua Yan said, "Renyu, from now on, I will teach you the seventh technique. Once this technique is mastered, you will have to learn the eighth technique on your own, because this technique can only be understood intuitively and
cannot be taught verbally. Even though I have learned the seventh technique, it has taken me nearly ten years."

"Yes, Mother, I understand."

Hua Yan said with satisfaction, "Well... now you will begin practicing the first technique. After the third technique, you will enter the realm of nothingness. When you feel yourself merging with it, you must remember not to
recklessly move true energy, or you will be in danger."

Renyu obeyed and began to enter the cycle, from shallow to deep, from stillness to shadow, and from shadow to nothingness.

Hua Yan began her stance, her right jade palm emitting a purple glow, faint yet breathtakingly beautiful. Now that she was in a state of stillness, she could no longer remind her son.
Naked she had slowly merged into the state of union.

This ray of light, though faint, shone brightly in the dim light. Not far away, a man with sharp eyes and a strikingly handsome face
was spotted by chance from ten miles away. This man was named Yin Cheng, handsome in appearance but wicked in nature. He was originally a disciple of the righteous sect, but after a successful siege of an evil sect, he secretly raped
a woman from that sect without the sect's knowledge. This act was witnessed by his fellow disciple, who promptly killed him with a single blow and defected from the sect that very night. Later, to
escape his sect's enemies, he went into hiding in this desolate place.

Now, with nothing to do, Yin Cheng followed the ray of light and arrived at this place in less than half an hour. He acted furtively and extremely lewdly.
Unaware of the danger, he hid behind a tree and secretly peeked out. After that, his heart raced, and he saw an incredibly alluring and blood-pumping scene.

In a dense grove of trees, only a few feet in diameter, a naked woman gently pushed the man before her with her right palm, while her left palm formed a subtle hand gesture,
seemingly circulating internal energy. The man appeared completely unaware.

Yin Cheng initially remained calm, but upon reflection, he realized that his sect had never seen these two people before. Furthermore, if his sect wanted to hunt him down, they wouldn't bother sneaking
into his hidden mountain location; they could simply fight him openly.

Thinking of this, Yin Cheng's lustful desires surged. He had been away from the city for a long time, and to escape pursuit, he had fled from brothels to this place many times. Although he had
raped , looking at the woman's graceful and alluring figure, based on his years of understanding of women, he knew that this woman must be one of
the most beautiful women in the martial arts world.

At this moment, Hua Yan was transmitting her skills to Ren Yu, and was less vigilant about her surroundings. In addition, she thought that this place was so secluded that no one would come here, so she was able to
transmit her skills with peace of mind.

But when she became alert, she heard a whooshing sound in her ear. It was too late. A man suddenly appeared beside her and was looking at her. The man put his hands behind his back, and
his large eyes were admiring her upper body. The two jade rabbits on her nose were pink and delicate. From the side, the woman was transmitting her skills with her eyes closed, penetrating her mind and spirit, seemingly unaware
.

Yin Cheng was aimlessly pondering the rules of manipulation, the techniques to use, sometimes like kneading dough, grasping at it with his own imagination, finding
endless amusement in the process.

Now, Yin Cheng finally took a closer look! He couldn't help but be shocked. Yin Cheng had never seen such a beautiful woman before. No! Perhaps he
had ! The first time was at the grand banquet after he joined his sect.

Yin Cheng breathed into Hua Yan's ear, "I didn't expect a beauty to be here too, hehe."

Seeing that Hua Yan didn't react, only occasionally letting out a few soft moans, Yin Cheng noticed a flush on her face, as if she were practicing some kind of internal energy cultivation technique.

Yin Cheng got up and went to the man opposite her, who was also intently practicing. He ran back, saw the pair of swaying breasts before him, reached out his hand, bringing it within a
seemingly fleeting touch, shook his head, thought for a moment, found it uninteresting, and turned back.

That night, the three people fleeing the pursuit of fate found themselves stranded in these deep mountains. Was it fate? Or a chance encounter? Danger or a turning point?

The second chapter of "A Heroic Journey Through the Martial World": Tonight, the moon shines brightly, and from the deep mountains, the intermittent chirping of insects drifts through the air. This remote and secluded area of Fear Mountain
is sparsely populated, having been inhabited by bandits for over a decade, making it a place no one wants to settle.

Yet, Yin Cheng looks up at the full moon, lost in thought.

He is an orphan, raised by a bandit leader, and Fear Mountain is the place he knows best.

Back then, the bandit leader of Fear Mountain, Lin Ba Hai, had a notorious reputation that spread throughout the entire town. However, this also attracted countless
disputes from the very beginning. Later, Lin Ba Hai, relying on his superior martial arts, subdued the local bandit leaders, becoming the largest stronghold, and at its inception, unified the area as
Fear Mountain Black Wind Stronghold.

Yin Cheng was someone Lin Ba Hai encountered by chance while scouting in a town. He was ten years old then, a beggar on the streets. People came and went in the town, but no one
stopped to pay him any attention. Yin Cheng didn't dare hope for a full meal every day; he only hoped to fill his stomach when he was occasionally starving.

That day, when no one was looking, he stole some steamed buns. The shop owner chased after him, and everyone on the street stopped to watch. A thin, bruised child, dressed in tattered clothes,
remained silent.

Lin Bahai, a man of principle, saw Yin Cheng's plight and thought of his own. He wanted to intervene, but his status prevented him from doing so in the crowd
.

Later, Yin Cheng, still a child, bumped into the shop owner, scattering several steamed buns on the ground. Looking back, he would always remember
the scene at the street corner, the mocking faces of the passersby.

For a child without parents, being homeless on the streets was truly pitiful. Later, Lin Bahai took him in, providing him with food and shelter, treating him like his own
child . He even found some literate subordinates to teach him to read and write every day. During those years, Yin Cheng was clever and quick-witted, winning Lin Bahai's favor. To Yin Cheng
, Lin Bahai was like a father.

The name Yin Cheng was given to him by the bandit leader. He would always remember that night when he was fifteen years old. Black Wind Village was facing its greatest calamity. At that time,
many righteous people were invited by the government to fight against the bandits in the Fear Mountain area. Lin Bahai was no match for them and hid in the deep mountains with Yin Cheng and a few of his confidants, living in constant fear.
Lin Bahai summoned him, who had no name and was then called "Little Ghost."

Lin Bahai, who had previously exuded an imposing aura, now appeared only somewhat aged. He gently placed his arm around Yin Cheng's shoulder and took out a heavy bag of silver from his robes. "
My child," he said, "we can't turn back now. From now on, you must live well and become a useful person. Those people will come here sooner or later anyway.
There's a winding path at the foot of this mountain. It's a difficult path, but few know of it. Even I only discovered it in recent years. From now on, change your name
to Yin Cheng. Yin means 'to lead,' and it also means 'everything is waiting to begin.' When you achieve something in the future, I will be gratified."

Upon hearing this, Yin Cheng rushed forward and hugged Lin Bahai.

"Father! Let's go together," Yin Cheng looked up at Lin Bahai with pleading eyes, finally uttering a sentence he had kept hidden for many years.
This gesture caused the bearded Lin Bahai to nod repeatedly, tears streaming down his face.

"Good! Good child, my good child. If I'm gone from now on, remember to take good care of yourself. Be obedient. Go now. If I don't go down the mountain, those
people will find us sooner or later. I'll hold them off for a while, and when the time is right, I'll escape back to you." At this, the confidants' eyes reddened, filled with sorrow.

Yin Cheng would forever remember Lin Ba Hai's broad back, his heroic figure descending the mountain. Lin Ba Hai's steps weren't heavy then, because he was a true hero. Although
he had killed countless people and robbed countless riches, in Yin Cheng's heart, he was truly his father. He believed Lin Ba Hai would return, but after that departure,
news of Lin Ba Hai vanished like a stone sinking into the sea.

Afterwards, Yin Cheng inquired everywhere and learned that the one who had personally killed Lin Ba Hai was none other than Xiao Changfeng, the leader of the Tongshan Sect.

Driven by a thirst for revenge, Yin Cheng joined his enemy's sect, spending months as a disciple before finally gaining Xiao Changfeng's approval. Although Yin Cheng was slightly older,
joining the sect more than five years later than his fellow disciples who were ten years his junior, he was exceptionally intelligent and eloquent. During this time, he learned several palm techniques from the Tongshan Sect,
practicing diligently every day and always humbly seeking guidance. Despite this, every night under the full moon, the kind figure of Lin Bahai would appear in his mind, and
his desire for revenge never ceased.

Daily learning martial arts within his enemy's sect, understanding how to defeat them, under such prolonged suppression, Yin Cheng's martial arts skills improved greatly, and his temperament became more mature. Although he
had been in the sect for three years, his martial arts skills were already outstanding among his peers.

At the age of eighteen, during a grand gathering at Mingjian Manor, Yin Cheng, accompanied by a few disciples and led by the Second Master Yue Kunbin,
inadvertently caught a glimpse of Hua Yan, a woman renowned for her beauty. Her husband, Lu Buping, was the head of a righteous sect. The young and impetuous Yin Cheng...
After witnessing Lu Huayan's celestial beauty, he was haunted by her, which ignited his desire for revenge and the lust for other women.

Thinking back to the past, Huayan! The woman's beautiful figure pulled Yin Cheng back to reality.

Yin Cheng leaned against a grove of trees not far from Huayan. In the moonlight, the beautiful figure before him remained clear. Returning to his thoughts, Yin Cheng
silently transmitted her power. He didn't understand why he felt this way. Seeing the woman of his dreams again, he felt no lust. Perhaps initially, he might have, but now
he wanted her heart. Ten years ago, rumors circulated in the martial arts world that Lu Buping had colluded with an evil sect. Yin Cheng knew those rumors were highly unlikely. Either
someone wanted to covet Lu Buping's beautiful wife, or someone had offended those self-proclaimed righteous people.

In short, Huayan wouldn't have fled to this desolate place without reason if she wasn't hiding from something. Yin Cheng also knew that the seemingly childish
boy might be Lu Buping and Huayan's child.

Yin Cheng had no intention of plucking Hua Yan's flower; his thoughts were on how to possess her, even to greatly improve his own power, and ultimately protect her.

In the quiet surroundings, Yin Cheng made hand gestures, activating his Focusing Spirit Technique. During the years he had been away from the Tongshan Sect, he had unintentionally unlocked a secret. Returning to the dilapidated Black Wind
Mountain Stronghold, he had diligently practiced, combining Lin Bahai's martial arts techniques with the Tongshan Sect's mental cultivation methods, integrating them into one. These two originally unrelated martial arts
unexpectedly yielded results for him. Activating them from the heart, focusing his spirit, with these two martial arts complementing each other, he was virtually invincible, without any
side effects.

As the technique returned to his mind, "Someone's here!" Yin Cheng instinctively felt someone approaching. Moreover, their lightness skill was exceptional. He was greatly alarmed; it couldn't possibly be his
sect sending someone this night. If so, then there was only one reason: the visitor wasn't looking for him, but for Hua Yan.

Yin Cheng removed his outer robe and draped it over Hua Yan. Although one cannot wear clothes during the transmission of power, the transmission was imminent, and wearing clothes now wouldn't cause any harm.
However, Yin Cheng was unaware that Hua Yan had already become aware of the situation within the past half hour. As she entered the final stage of the power transmission process, she didn't want all her previous efforts to be wasted. Although she only
realized then that there was a man behind her, he had no ill intentions.

Now, with a warm garment draped over her, Hua Yan, though her eyes were closed, felt the man's considerate heart. Just now, due to
the significant , Hua Yan's most sensitive areas—the side effects that occur after a woman receives power transmission—had become much fuller, her heart had entered a state of emptiness, and even her lower body
had released a lot of love fluid.

Hua Yan blushed deeply, secretly circulating her inner energy to rest. Her strength had recovered slightly. Sensing the man behind her leaving, she immediately rose and dressed. In a short while,
she was fully clothed, a celestial beauty rising and dispelling the aura. Lu Renyu, being in the process of undergoing mental cultivation, hadn't
released . Hua Yan glanced at her son with loving eyes, then drifted away, following the spot where Yin Cheng had disappeared.

There were seven auras in the three realms of chivalry… no! Not just these! There was another faint aura behind them, a person whose aura was even more powerful than the previous ones
! But they deliberately concealed it. There were eight people coming!

The first seven hadn't concealed their strength at all; in reality, their strength hadn't yet reached the level of controlling their aura. Their arrogant behavior suggested they had
some background, and they were about ten miles away.

Yin Cheng hid himself in a thicket of trees. Since leaving Hua Yan, he had been displaying his lightness skill, running several miles at a stretch. He deliberately kept his distance from
the wooded area where Hua Yan and her child were, and deepened his aura considerably. Yin Cheng's intention was simply to delay his opponent's time and location, preventing
them any rash moves. He occasionally concealed his aura to make his presence known, but this was not difficult for someone tracking auras
to detect. Yin Cheng knew that reaching the fifth-tier Xuanwu level meant he was a strong person, capable of at least concealing his aura to prevent his opponent from making any rash moves.

Although this was not a long-term solution, given the urgency of the situation and the unknown extent of his enemy's power, Yin Cheng had no choice but to use his internal energy as
bait to attract their attention.

However, Yin Cheng's idea at this point was either overly arrogant or incredibly naive, because these eight individuals were no ordinary pursuers. Among them,
four had already reached the third level of the Xuanwu realm in terms of true qi, and three of them had even reached the fourth level. Even more astonishingly, one of them seemed
to be able to deliberately conceal his aura. Those who could conceal their aura were generally at least at the fifth level of the Xuanwu realm, a level of strength that would
place them at least at the level of a sect leader or deputy sect leader in the martial world.

In the martial world, although sects have different cultivation methods, profound skill cannot be concealed. Levels of skill are divided into four attributes:
Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Xuanwu.

In terms of levels, for a man cultivating his skills, once he has accumulated profound internal energy for more than ten years, he will break through the minor completion realm and reach
the first stage of Xuanwu, forming a faint green aura. Once he steps into the tenth stage of Xuanwu, he will reach the so-called major completion realm, becoming the first
level . The difference between "stage" and "level" cannot be replaced by the literal meaning, because the slight difference between the two is enough
to determine the winner in a few moves or even in one move.

In terms of the cultivation of an ordinary person in a lifetime, those who can reach the third level of Qinglong are already very few in the martial arts world. Those people are all hidden
masters in the righteous or evil sects, and they never show themselves easily, let alone those who can surpass the third level of Qinglong. Their strength may even
be among the top three masters.

As for cultivation techniques for women, because women are inherently of the Yin-Yang constitution, their cultivation aura cannot be the same as that of men. Therefore, women's cultivation is much more difficult than
men's , but the meaning is the same. In the early stages of a woman's minor success, the aura she displays will be mainly Vermilion Bird. If the Vermilion Bird cultivation reaches the highest level and
reaches the Great Success, she will be promoted to the first level of White Tiger. After being promoted from White Tiger, even the lowest level of strength is enough to deal with dozens of people with the strength of the tenth level Vermilion Bird or the tenth level
Black Tortoise . For example, Hua Yan's Vermilion Bird level before she passed on her skills had already reached the seventh level of Vermilion Bird, while Yin Cheng at this time was at least beyond the fifth
level of Black Tortoise.

A wisp of blue swept across the grass, lifting up a graceful and alluring figure. The woman floated serenely in the air, her embroidered shoes landing
silently on the branches. She gazed down into the distance, simultaneously looking down at the man below.
A but strangely, a blush rose to her cheeks at the same time. Though brief, the resulting charm was captivating, enough to make
one say she was a beauty that could topple cities.

About half an hour later, a whoosh! Several figures flashed through the grass. The large moonlight pierced through a hazy, eerie atmosphere, allowing Yin Cheng to clearly see the newcomers one by one.
Suddenly, the other side of the grass was filled with masked figures. Five of them remained motionless, lined up in the center, while the other three masked figures narrowed their eyes.

In the center, a masked figure with a cold expression waved his hand lightly, signaling the three to stop. The three bowed and retreated, joining the rear of the line. Such a commanding system with
leadership skills could only belong to a major sect or a well-trained family of assassins hiding in the night. From this, Yin Cheng dared not underestimate his opponents.

In the darkness, Hua Yan, on the other side of the treetop, could see quite clearly. These eight people were indeed the lustful scoundrels who had broken into Hua Yan Valley that day, but one of them,
their leader, had not followed. This was their leader, which made Hua Yan somewhat wary.

The masked man, his expression cold, stood with his hands behind his back, speaking in a deep and calm tone, "We'll keep to ourselves. If you want to interfere, brother, don't blame me for
being ruthless."

Yin Cheng looked at the eight people in the distance. They were clearly not from his sect. Although they were all skilled fighters in the martial world, Yin Cheng
felt a little relieved that they weren't his own.

Yin Cheng emerged from the bushes and chuckled, "So, you're saying 'keeping to yourself'? Eight grown men chasing after a woman everywhere? Are you all good people? I
bet you're just lusting after her beauty, trying to kidnap her." Yin Cheng's words hit the nail on the head regarding the thoughts of some of them.
Some of them did indeed intend to rape her first, then extract her secrets. Hearing Yin Cheng's words, these men, with their poor self-control, immediately jumped in
.

The cold-faced masked man didn't stop them, letting his subordinates test the waters here.

The three masked men who suddenly appeared were all at the third level of the Xuanwu realm. They drew their swords from their waists and surrounded Yin Cheng, each remaining
motionless Yin Cheng knew they were well-trained; their strength would be greatly enhanced if they used weapons. Therefore, he remained unmoved, appearing relaxed. As the saying goes,
warfare is based on deception; one's move is only when the enemy moves.

The three masked men formed their own battle formations, and without warning, three Xuanwu third-level sword energies gathered and unleashed, spiraling through the air. Yin
Cheng smiled, a murderous intent flashing between his handsome brows. A palm strike shot towards one of the masked men.

"Ugh… Ah…!" The masked man struck by the palm, his eyes widening in disbelief before dying, couldn't even bear to look at his wounds
. Besides his head, his abdomen felt as if it had been stabbed open while he was still alive. The violent palm strike had left him feeling like a dissected
pig.

Two of the masked men, both at the third rank, stared wide-eyed as their companion slowly fell, his body disemboweled and resembling a corpse.

This Four Symbols Palm Technique was a fusion of Lin Bahai's swordsmanship and the profound palm techniques of the Tongshan School. The Four Symbols Steps, on the other hand, were created by Yin Cheng after joining his sect,
studying and absorbing the Two Elements Steps of the Wudang School, transforming them into a more diverse version. His dedication was evident.

Seeing their companion's gruesome death, the two masked men inhaled sharply, exchanged a glance, and gave a secret signal. Using sword energy with large gaps at close range
was indeed unwise. They immediately unleashed rapid sword flourishes, their graceful sword moves rising and falling endlessly. When
one's sword strike ended, the other would cover their companion as they took over. Their coordination was flawless; even an observer could see that this footwork
made it difficult to advance, allowing only defense, not offense.

However, Yin Cheng leaped a few steps to the side, completely ignoring these sword moves. He laughed and said, "Since you think the gaps in the sword energy are too large,
how about ?"

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Yin Cheng's right palm was neither fast nor slow as he gently pushed it out, unleashing a green light that was invisible to the naked eye. That palm energy was like a faint sword energy,
seemingly insignificant. At first, the two masked men were shocked, but when they saw that Yin Cheng had unleashed a palm energy that looked like a thread, they were overjoyed. To put it bluntly
, this person in front of them was too arrogant. To deal with two experts who had more than ten years of cultivation and were also at the third level of Xuanwu, this person actually used a palm energy that was as thin as a thread.

But the next moment, the two men's smiles vanished. Yin Cheng waved his hand, changing his gesture, and casually swept the green light from left to right. Without any order,
the green light sliced across the foreheads of the two masked men, slicing them in half at the top of their heads, leaving them with a
gruesome death. They didn't even understand how they died.

Hua Yan, watching from the tree, was slightly moved. Although she was happy that her enemies were killed, she was naturally compassionate and didn't know what to do when she saw their horrific
deaths .

At the same time, the expressions of three fourth-tier Xuanwu and the remaining third-tier Xuanwu masked men changed drastically. The masked
man in the center, with a cold expression, frowned. He knew that the enemy's strength might not be inferior to his own, and ruining his future to capture a woman
would be a huge loss.

Considering the present situation, the masked leader coldly said, "Brother, could you leave your name and address?

I'd like to learn your martial arts someday." Yin Cheng smiled, "To be honest, I've been an orphan since childhood, without parents. If you're looking to rob my home, you've come to the wrong person."

The masked leader gave a cold sneer, even the cloth covering his face trembled. He glared fiercely at Yin Cheng, and with a wave of his hand
, the group of masked men vanished like mist without a sound, their destinations all different, disappearing without a trace. Yin Cheng himself felt that
these people must have a powerful background. Even if they weren't professional assassins, their leader was at least a formidable figure no less powerful than his own sect, the Tongshan Sect Leader, Xiao
Changfeng.

A fragrant breeze wafted from behind, its delicate and alluring scent slightly noticeable. Yin Cheng knew who was behind him, but he remained silent.

"Young master, why... help this humble woman?" Hua Yan said softly, glancing at Yin Cheng's broad back. His outer robe had been removed, leaving only a
thin cotton garment on his back.

Delicate as a flower, beautiful as a fairy, her words, spoken with a poignant grace, stirred a deep unease within Yin Cheng. From the moment he spoke, he knew someone was watching him, and he knew this woman was angry with him. How could a woman truly accept
a man's robe draped over her naked body? 　　Although lecherous thieves showed no mercy to women, Yin Cheng felt differently for Hua Yan. 　　Years ago, he had never imagined being able to speak with the woman he admired. Now, ten years later, it was happening again. Everything had changed; she was now a widow. The experience filled him with joy, yet also with sorrow.

Yin Cheng didn't turn around, but simply raised his head and said indifferently, "Miss Hua, I have already insulted you. Kill me." [The End]

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