【Chaos Without Limits】【Chapter Thirteen】

Chapter Thirteen: Chaos Through the Meridians Saves the Beauty, Misfortune Strikes Again, Encountering a Thief on the Road

. Just as Ouyang Piaoyun's longsword pierced her own body, a heart-wrenching cry rang out.

"No!~~~" Luo Shihong suddenly appeared, rushing to Ouyang Piaoyun's side and supporting

her as she gradually collapsed.

Luo Shihong pressed four acupoints on Ouyang Piaoyun's chest with both hands, then pressed three acupoints on her back

to stop the bleeding. He quickly took out his wound medicine, tore a hole in Ouyang Piaoyun's clothing,

and sprinkled the medicine on, but the continuously gushing blood immediately washed it away.

Seeing this, Luo Shihong immediately pressed several other acupoints and sprinkled the medicine again, finally

stopping the bleeding from her chest. Luo Shihong then immediately treated the wound on her back. Throughout the entire process, Ren Wanjian and the other two simply

stood there, dumbfounded.

They hadn't expected Ouyang Piaoyun to be so chaste. Seeing her severe injuries, she was likely not going to survive.

Ren Wanjian and his group wanted a living beauty; none of them were interested in necrophilia. As for Luo Shihong,

he was still a member of the Demonic Sect; even if there had been friction, it wouldn't have led to his death.

Seeing Ouyang Piaoyun's body temperature gradually dropping, Luo Shihong had a sudden realization: only one person

could save her. He immediately picked her up and ran off, leaving the other three behind.

It turned out that after Ouyang Piaoyun left, Luo Shihong thought for a moment and, still worried, followed her

down the mountain , searching for the route she might have taken. Later, Luo Shihong spotted

a large eagle flying in the sky, recognizing it as Mai Hao's pet. Startled, he guessed that Ren Wanjian must have asked Mai Hao for help

and might have already stopped Ouyang Piaoyun. He immediately rushed over at full speed, but it was too late.

Shortly after Luo Shihong left, Ren Wanjian and his companions seemed to awaken from a dream, realizing that Luo Shihong's

direction of travel might mean he was seeking help from that person. The three exchanged glances and followed the path they had come from.

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In the main hall of the Holy Temple, a figure stood before the hall. This person wore a yellow robe, with pale gold threads etched on it, depicting

winding dragons. Indeed, he was the Holy Lord of the Demonic Sect.

Before the Holy Lord knelt a person, and beside him lay a woman,

a sword embedded in her body. The kneeling person was naturally Luo Shihong, and the woman lying beside him was

Ouyang Piaoyun, whose fate was unknown.

"Master! Please save her!" Luo Shihong knelt on the ground, pleading incessantly with the Holy Lord.

Unexpectedly, the Holy Lord was actually Luo Shihong's master. However, the Holy Lord appeared to be

around the same age as Luo Shihong, or even younger. This suggested that the Holy Lord's age didn't match his appearance.

"She's not a member of the Holy Sect, why should I save her? Besides, she's not only not a member of the Holy Sect, but also

one of those so-called prestigious sects," the Holy Lord said calmly.

"Disciple begs you, Master, please save her!" Luo Shihong had already anticipated this answer,

but this was the only person who could save Ouyang Piaoyun. Clinging to a sliver of hope, Luo Shihong still knelt on the ground,

pleading desperately.

"I only save members of the Holy Sect, and that won't change," the Holy Lord said, unmoved by Luo Shihong's pleas.

Luo Shihong remained kneeling.

"Kneeling won't help. She'll die in a few more hours anyway," the Holy Lord

said .

The Holy Lord seemed too lazy to speak further, looking down at the scroll in his hands. Luo Shihong remained kneeling,

one hand still resting on Ouyang Piaoyun's body, channeling his inner energy to prolong her life. However,

the moment Luo Shihong's energy was exhausted would also be the moment Ouyang Piaoyun breathed her last.

Luo Shihong had already expended a great deal of energy on the way here. The Holy Master was right; he could only hold on for

a few .

"Master, I beg you, no matter the cost, I am willing," Luo Shihong continued to plead

.

"She is very important to you?" The Holy Master looked up at Luo Shihong upon hearing this.

"Yes. Besides Master, she is the most important person to me," Luo Shihong

said firmly, meeting the Holy Master's gaze.

"Alright, take her to the back hall to find Elder Mo and treat her wounds," the Holy Master said.

"Master, you are willing to save her?" Luo Shihong asked with great joy.

"Yes. Go quickly," the Holy Master said.

"Yes, thank you, Master." Luo Shihong hurriedly got up, picked up Ouyang Piaoyun, and headed towards the back hall.

Mo Lao was none other than "Sacred Hand" Mo Yixin, a highly skilled physician revered by the Holy Sect. However, Ouyang

Piaoyun 's injuries were too severe to be treated with ordinary methods. The Holy Lord primarily wanted Mo Lao to first

stabilize Ouyang Piaoyun's condition and treat her wounds before he would use his profound skills to heal her.

"You three, come in!" Luo Shihong had barely left when the Holy Lord sensed the arrival of others, raised

his head, and his voice carried far.

The newcomers were none other than Ren Wanjian and his two companions

.

Even before they could call out for an audience, the Holy Lord had already summoned them into the hall—a feat of extraordinary skill. "Greetings, Holy Lord." The three entered the hall in single file, knelt down one after another, and spoke in unison.

"Hmm, stand and speak." The Holy Lord waved his hand and said.

"Thank you, Holy Lord!" the three said simultaneously.

"Reporting to the Holy Lord, this woman is Ouyang Piaoyun of the Qingcheng Sect." Ren Wanjian glanced at the other two and

spoke.

"Hmm. Continue." The Holy Lord nodded.

"Your Majesty, I humbly request that this woman be granted to me," Ren Wanjian continued.

"Oh? Wasn't this woman brought back by Shi Hong? Your request is unreasonable," the Holy Lord

said slowly, raising an eyebrow.

"Your Majesty, you are unaware of the truth; this matter is a long story." Ren Wanjian then recounted the events, beginning with their encounter in town, being injured by

the Ouyang , being rescued by Luo Shi Hong, and finally being surrounded by the three, ending with Ouyang Piaoyun committing suicide with her sword. He gave

a brief account of what had happened.

"Since this young lady is a disciple of those so-called righteous sects who are enemies of the Holy Gate, and she even injured me,

the Holy Envoy Luo's intervention is bound to give others grounds for criticism, suggesting collusion with those righteous people

. I implore Your Majesty to investigate thoroughly and hand this woman over to me for judgment," Ren Wanjian continued after finishing his account.

"In that case, your request is actually quite reasonable..." the Holy Lord said thoughtfully.

"I understand. I will give you an explanation for this matter. If there's nothing else, you may leave." The Holy Lord

frowned and said calmly.

In the Holy Temple, the rear hall was where the Holy Sect's subordinates rested. Each courtyard

in was decorated magnificently, much like the imperial palace's backyard. The only difference was that the imperial palace's

backyard was for the emperor's concubines, while the Holy Temple's backyard was for the members of the Demonic Sect,

most were male.

Deep within the rear hall, behind the magnificent courtyards, was a garden filled with exotic flowers and rare herbs.

In the center of the garden, however, stood a dilapidated thatched hut.

The simplicity of the hut contrasted sharply with the courtyards of the rear hall, creating a very

abrupt and incongruous feeling. And Luo Shihong was currently inside this thatched hut.

This thatched hut was the residence of "Holy Hand" Mo Yixin. Mo Yixin was a man of eccentric temperament. Logically,

given his status within the Holy Sect, no one would dare object to a luxurious residence, yet

he insisted on having a vast space in the back hall where he could cultivate various spiritual herbs and medicines,

while his own dwelling was a simple hut.

Ouyang Piaoyun lay on a couch in a side room. Thanks to Mo Yixin's treatment, the sword embedded in her body had been removed,

and her wounds had been bandaged. After consuming the elixirs Mo Yixin fed her, her injuries had stabilized somewhat.

However, she remained pale and unconscious.

"Her injuries are stable now, but that's all she can do. If Chu Cai hadn't used his profound skills to connect her

Divine Essence Palace and Heart Meridian, she would be nothing more than a living dead," Mo Yixin said slowly to Luo Shihong. Mo Yixin

looked like a kind old man, with white hair and beard, a face full of wrinkles, but his eyes shone brightly

with divine light.

"Heh... Speak of the devil, and he appears." Mo Yixin suddenly turned around, facing the wooden door.

"Greetings, Holy Lord." Luo Shihong also sensed it and turned around to bow.

"No need for formalities. Chu Cai greets Elder Mo." The dignified Holy Lord of the Demonic Sect actually bowed deeply to Mo Yixin with a humble and

respectful expression .

"You, you haven't come to see me for so long, but today you've come for your disciple." Mo Yixin reached out and pulled

him along, patting the Holy Lord's shoulder affectionately.

"Hehe, Elder Mo, what are you saying? Chu Cai has many worldly affairs and is far too busy, but I have already informed

my little sister to come before Master comes out of seclusion, so that Xin'er can spend more time with Elder Mo."

The Holy Lord showed a rare smile and said slowly.

"Bing Xin? It's been so long since I've seen her, good! Good!" Mo Yixin laughed heartily upon hearing this.

"How is the situation now?" The Holy Lord asked after Mo Yixin had laughed for a while.

"We've been waiting for you. Only you and your master's 'Chaos Heart Sutra' can save her now,"

Mo Yixin said calmly.

"Hmm, regarding saving her, I need to ask Shi Hong about some things first," the Holy Lord nodded, then

changed the subject.

"Then you two go ahead and do your work, I'll go to the medicine room to prepare the medicine," Mo Yixin said.

"By the way, this girl has a full forehead and a unique appearance. She seems incredibly intelligent at first glance. Even more rare

is that she's a pure Yin mother body; it would be a shame not to save her," Mo Yixin said slowly, pausing after walking to the side door

.

"Oh? A pure Yin mother body!" The Holy Lord was also quite surprised upon hearing this, lowering his head in thought.

"Shi Hong, come in with me," the Holy Lord said after a moment's thought, stepping into Ouyang Piaoyun's room

.

"Shi Hong, according to Ren Wanjian, there are still some things you're hiding from me," the Holy Lord said suddenly, turning around after entering the room

.

"Disciple wouldn't dare, but Master didn't ask, and I thought saving lives was more important. I was just planning to report afterward."

Luo Shihong responded "Yes" from outside the door, but as soon as he stepped into the room, he heard the Holy Master's questioning words. He was greatly alarmed and

quickly explained.

"Hmm, that's what I thought too, so I didn't blame you," the Holy Master said.

"Tell me what happened first," the Holy Master continued.

"Yes," Luo Shihong replied respectfully, and began to recount what happened after his encounter with Ouyang Piaoyun.

"Do you know that Ren Wanjian was injured by Ouyang Piaoyun before?" The Holy Master asked after listening to what

the two matched.

"Well... I did notice that Envoy Ren had a fresh wound that was just healing, but I didn't know who had injured

him . Moreover, with the Ouyang sisters' martial arts skills at the time, it was still a long way from injuring him, so..." Luo Shihong said,

while thinking about the matter, sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Ren Wanjian has no reason to frame her for being injured. Besides, are you sure he wasn't injured by them?"

the Holy Master asked.

"No...no." Luo Shihong thought for a moment. Considering Ouyang Piaoyun's temper and Ren Wanjian's relentless pursuit

, it was indeed very possible that Ren Wanjian was injured by the two sisters.

"That's right. Wanjian isn't that stupid. He'll know the truth after we confront him once he's awake. He has no reason to lie to

me." the Holy Master continued.

"Master's meaning..." Luo Shihong asked nervously, fearing that the Holy Master might suddenly change his mind and refuse

to save him.

"I never change my promises." The Holy Master seemed to see what his disciple feared.

"However..." The Holy Master changed the subject, continuing, "After he's awakened, if this is true, this woman

must be handed over to Ren Wanjian for disposal." The Holy Master calmly uttered words that struck Luo Shihong like a bolt from the blue.

"This...Master! This is absolutely unacceptable." Luo Shihong was shocked and trembled as he spoke.

"Why?" the Holy Master asked.

"She...she has a very strong personality, she will definitely commit suicide again," Luo Shihong said.

"That's none of my business, and besides, it's not like she can just kill herself if she wants to,"

the Holy Lord said calmly, as if it were none of his concern.

"This...I beg Master for mercy," Luo Shihong knelt down and pleaded again.

"Hmph! How could I, Yelü Chucai, have such a useless disciple like you, kneeling down for a woman at the drop of

a hat, you scoundrel!" Luo Shihong's actions seemed to have angered the Holy Lord, and an aura of authority arose spontaneously.

"Please, Master, think of a way." Luo Shihong pleaded with the Holy Lord. He knew that

under , Ouyang Piaoyun had to be handed over to Ren Wanjian, but doing so would be

tantamount to pushing her into a fire.

"It's not that there's no way." The Holy Lord's anger just now seemed feigned, and he instantly

returned to normal, speaking slowly.

"If she were your woman, everything would be different." The Holy Lord continued, this was his

true purpose.

Luo Shihong raised his head upon hearing this, staring blankly at the Holy Lord, speechless for a long time. The Holy Lord's words

were something he had never considered before.

"What? Don't you like her?" The Holy Lord glanced at Luo Shihong kneeling on the ground and asked.

"No, but..." Luo Shihong stammered. What the Holy Lord proposed was far beyond what he

could accept. Although he felt a faint joy, he was also worried about Ouyang Piaoyun, wondering

how she would react after waking up.

"I'll give you a day and a night to consider it. Think it through yourself." The Holy Lord issued his final ultimatum.

"I'll open her heart meridian now. If she's still not your woman after a day, hand her over to Ren Wanjian

and the others to deal with." The Holy Lord finished speaking, not allowing Luo Shihong any objection. With one hand, he

dragged

the ground, to his feet, sent him outside, and closed the door. Luo Shihong remained kneeling, his heart a turbulent sea, his thoughts

rising and falling like the tides.

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At the same time, while Luo Shihong was kneeling outside the door

, in a corner of the Holy Gate's rear hall, in a somewhat peculiar courtyard

, colorful ribbons of pink, purple, yellow, and blue adorned the long corridors,

walkways, and doors.

Various potted flowers, all vibrantly colored, were placed throughout the courtyard.

Inside the rooms, each tea table had a vase filled with freshly picked flowers.

The ground in the courtyard was scattered with petals—white lilies, delicate roses, fiery red

peonies … a breathtaking sight.

The courtyard was exquisitely decorated. Countless young and beautiful girls moved about, sweeping the grounds

, arranging flowers, and decorating the courtyard. Despite the large number of people, everything was orderly. Occasionally,

the sounds of the girls playfully teasing each other, their soft laughter echoing through the air—a truly captivating scene.

After observing for a while, the observers would notice that the entire courtyard was filled with women.

These girls, clearly maids, were not dressed simply; each wore magnificent,

brightly . Even more alluring were their garments—all made of sheer fabric,

revealing glimpses of their graceful figures and soft skin.

The clothing was also quite revealing, with the young women's shoulders partially bare and their breasts slightly exposed. As they ran and hurried,

the thin hems of their skirts billowed up, instantly revealing their jade-like legs and filling the air with a fragrant scent.

Within the entire temple, in the rear courtyard, enveloped in an atmosphere of masculinity, this secluded courtyard

stood out as particularly unique.

Inside one of the rooms in the courtyard, a beautiful woman was in a bathtub filled with rose petals. A

pretty maid stood by the tub, several flower baskets beside her, and she continuously sprinkled the petals from the baskets into the tub.

Another maid entered the room, equally beautiful, carrying a wooden basin with steam rising from it,

indicating that the water had just been boiled. The maid, with graceful steps, approached the tub and slowly

poured the hot water into it.

The woman in the tub had her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted, and her expression relaxed and leisurely, seemingly enjoying the

comfortable feeling of bathing. The woman's hair hung loosely, and her delicate features were vaguely visible through the swirling mist. Although

the room was thick with fog, her stunning beauty still shone through the hazy mist. A

young woman, around twenty years old, entered the room, a long sword hanging at her waist. Her eyebrows were high and her expression was cold. Although she was beautiful,

she still gave off an air of unapproachability.

"Yan'er," the young woman said softly, her voice gentle and charming. Such a voice was so alluring that any man who

heard it would likely have impure thoughts, and those with weaker willpower might even ejaculate immediately.

The young woman blushed slightly, subconsciously averting her gaze from the beautiful woman's exposed shoulders and lowering her head.

"Reporting to Master, that person has awakened," the young woman called Yan'er said, regaining her composure.

"Hmm, I'll go over later," the young woman replied.

The young woman slowly rose, her beautiful figure and delicate skin emerging from the water. Although those present were all

women , and not the first to witness such a sight, their cheeks still couldn't help but blush slightly. The young woman stood by the pool,

and the girls beside her dared not neglect her, quickly rushing forward to help her wash and dress.

A fiery red veil draped the young woman's alluring body; with each graceful step, her exposed skin occasionally shimmered with

a faint glow. The young woman stepped out of the room and walked towards another wing.

This young woman was named "Yun Muping."

The name "Yun Muping" was renowned within the Demonic Sect, but not for her beauty; rather,

those within the Demonic Sect spoke of her with fear and utmost respect. Although Yun Muping was naturally beautiful and

irresistibly alluring, those within the Demonic Sect wished to stay far away from her, wanting nothing more than to have any

connection . It wasn't that her martial arts skills were exceptionally high or her methods particularly terrifying, but rather that the martial art Yun Muping practiced was the "Mysterious Yin Skill" from the "True Scripture of

the Plain Girl .

" The Mysterious Yin Skill, to put it bluntly, is a seductive art specifically designed to bewitch men.

At , every gesture is utterly alluring. Those with insufficient skill or willpower will inevitably succumb to temptation,

their minds clouded, becoming consumed by lust, and even willingly offering up their vital essence, ultimately dying from exhaustion.

Therefore, although the majority of the members of the Demonic Sect were lecherous, none dared to provoke any of

the women under Yun Muping's tutelage. It's important to know that even Yun Muping's maids possessed a rudimentary understanding of the Mysterious Yin Skill. While they couldn't achieve

Yun Muping's ability to bewitch men with every gesture, once in bed, even a

rudimentary Mysterious Yin Skill could drain a large portion of your inner strength. Therefore, even the Three Wanderers

, the most skilled practitioners of Yin-Yang cultivation within the Demonic Sect, strictly ordered their followers not to approach them.

It's not that Qingjing Sanren and others' methods of absorbing yin to replenish yang are inferior to Yun Muping's, but rather that Yun Muping's other identity

is that of Yelü Chucai, the woman of the Holy Lord. Under heaven, apart from the

profound art within the "Chaos Heart Sutra" cultivated by the Holy Lord, which is immune to her yin-yang absorption and allows him to fully enjoy Yun Muping's allure and tenderness, probably

no one else has this "fortune."

In fact, the "Profound Yin Art" isn't so terrifying. If the woman practicing it is willing, engaging in sexual intercourse with him

not only prevents the absorption of her power but also allows it to be fed back to the man. In other words, the "Profound Yin Art"

can be used not only as a method of absorbing yang to replenish yin but also as a method of dual cultivation, with complete control resting with

the woman practicing it. Therefore, if the Holy Lord were to reward any woman under Yun Muping with

a night of pleasure, the members of the Demonic Sect would be very willing, because since it's a reward from the Holy Lord, they wouldn't fear that the woman would harm

them .

Therefore, Yun Muping, known as the "Empress of Xuan Yin" and also called the "Xuan Yin Hermit," holds the

highest position among the twelve Hermits in the Demonic Sect, second only to the Holy Lord. However, Yun Muping

is not interested in power at all, and rarely interferes in or expresses opinions on the affairs of the Demonic Sect. Everything she does is to assist

her beloved lover, the Holy Lord Yelü Chucai. Yun Muping usually stays in the Holy Temple, only occasionally descending

the Holy Mountain to go to the big city to buy clothes or jewelry.

Yun Muping arrived outside the side room, pushed open the door, and entered. A woman was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Upon closer inspection , her appearance was exactly the same as Ouyang Piaoyun's. Wasn't Ouyang Piaoyun currently being healed by the Holy Lord?

That's right, this woman is none other than Ouyang Piaoxue, who escaped that day.

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Although the four men weren't particularly skilled in martial arts, they were no strangers to the ways of the martial world . Seeing this, they knew there was an opportunity, and their lustful desires resurfaced, forgetting the lesson they . 　　With a glance exchanged, the four men immediately surrounded Ouyang Piaoyun. Ouyang Piaoxue, anxious to return quickly and seek help to rescue Ouyang Piaoyun from enemy hands, was now blocked. Enraged, she swiftly drew her sword and engaged the four men in combat. 　　Having endured a long journey, Ouyang Piaoxue's internal energy was nearly depleted, and coupled with a chill, her power was greatly diminished . Despite the four men's inferior skills, they were unable to quickly subdue her and instead found themselves on the defensive. Seeing Ouyang Piaoxue's weakened state, the four men were secretly pleased with their judgment and tightened their grip on their weapons, gradually closing the encirclement. 　　Knowing the situation was dire, Ouyang Piaoxue secretly gathered her inner energy as her defensive circle was forced to shrink, hoping to kill her enemies in one fell swoop. 　　Just as the four approached Ouyang Piaoxue, she suddenly withdrew her attack, her steps unsteady, as if she were about to fall. The four of them took a step forward in unison, ready to claim their spoils, when they suddenly saw a flash of silver light and hurriedly dodged. 　　Ouyang Piaoxue had been preparing for this for a long time; how could one dodge such an attack? Blood , and two heads flew out, severed by the sword. Ouyang Piaoxue had originally intended to kill all four of them in one fell swoop, but unexpectedly, her inner energy was truly depleted. After killing two, she was exhausted, her vision went black, and she was about to faint. 　　Ouyang Piaoxue gritted her teeth, and with a swift motion, she severed the third person's arm with her longsword. She then lost all strength, and with a clang , the sword fell to the ground. Her vision went black again, and she fainted.

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