[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 1, Chapter 014)

Chapter 014 Inescapable Fate

About fifteen minutes later, Ying'er sat up, looking at the dejected Wu Yue, and softly comforted him, "Don't be

like this. Since I've already agreed to be your wife, this body will be yours sooner or later. There's plenty of time!" She then

pointed a finger downwards.

Wu Yue no longer needed to worry about insomnia at night!

Ying'er looked down at him and said softly, "I know you're not being honest, that you have other plans, but

I still prefer to believe... I have no choice but to obey the Empress's command, but I think the Empress wouldn't harm you."

She then tilted her head and thought for a moment, "I'm so stupid, why didn't I think of this trick to deal with him sooner? That way

I wouldn't be bothered by him every night!"

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From the air, the land is blurred and indistinct in the mist, except for five towering peaks piercing the thick clouds, like five

legendary war gods standing proudly over the land, looking down upon the world. The five peaks—the central Jade Maiden Peak, the eastern Sunrise Peak, the western Lotus Peak,

the southern Wild Goose Peak, and the northern Five Clouds Peak—stand majestically, resembling lotus flowers from afar. Hence the saying,

"From a distance, it looks like a flower, hence the name Huashan (Mount Hua)," taking advantage of the similarity between "Hua" and "flower."

The first rays of orange-red light shoot across the western horizon, awakening the slumbering earth.

The chaotic peaks, bathed in the morning light, instantly become colorful, and the clusters of green clouds swirling around the peaks are painted with a crimson hue.

So magnificent and varied! Nature is the greatest painter; with a casual wave of its hand, it creates a breathtaking

masterpiece!

"Looking down upon the clouds and snow-capped mountains, a sudden burst of rosy dawn!" From darkness to light is but a breath, isn't

it? Only nature, the great artist, could have accomplished this.

The South Peak is the summit of Mount Hua. Climbing it is like entering a fairyland, feeling as if the sky is within reach, and the stars could be plucked from the sky, just as

the ancient poem says, "Only the sky is above, no mountain can compare; looking up, the red sun is near; looking down, the white clouds are low." Surrounded by

pine forests interspersed with cypress and juniper, stretching for miles, the dense shade is

the very place where the "Mount Hua Sword Tournament" described in *The Legend of the Condor Heroes* took place.

From the summit, one can see undulating mountains, vast and boundless, the Yellow River and Wei River like threads, and the boundless plains

like silk, all spread out before one's eyes, allowing one to truly appreciate the majestic grandeur of Mount Hua and enjoy

the magical feeling of being in the heavens, walking on clouds. The South Peak also consists of one peak and two summits: the eastern summit is called Pine and Cypress Peak, and the western summit

is Luoyan Peak, the two peaks facing each other, with a distance of about thirty-six zhang between their summits.

On the twin peaks of the South Peak, east and west, two groups of people stand facing each other. The group on the slightly higher Luoyan Peak (Walking Goose Peak)

is led by women in palace attire. This peak is centrally located among the three peaks of the South Peak and is also the highest. Legend has it

that in ancient times, migrating geese would often land and rest on its summit, hence the name Luoyan Peak (

Walking Goose Peak). The highest point of this peak is the summit of Mount Hua, adorned with numerous cliff inscriptions. At the highest point lies the Taishang Spring, its clear, green waters flowing perpetually,

making it one of the most famous springs in the world. Below the Taishang Spring is the Black Dragon Pool, and on the southwest cliff are scenic spots such as the Anyu Zhenren Shrine.

The summit is covered with tall, robust cypress and pine trees, their dense shade creating a serene environment.

On the eastern Songhui Peak (Pine and Cypress Peak), the Rakshasa Sect masters are led by Murong Ziyan. This peak is slightly lower than Luoyan Peak but

larger in area, its summit covered with towering pines and cypresses, hence the name Songhui Peak (Pine and Cypress Peak). The Huashan Sect's Jintian Palace is located atop this peak

, enshrining the ancient ancestor, the Huashan God Jintian Shaohao. The towering welcoming pine tree in front of the mountain gate

is an ancient symbol of the Huashan Sect. This peak also boasts numerous scenic spots, including the Bagua Pool, the South Heavenly Gate, the Chaoyuan Cave, the Quanzhen Rock, the Bizhao Rock, the Eagle

Wing Stone, and the Yanggong Pavilion.

This martial arts gathering, a rare event in recent years, is hosted by a woman in palace attire, and Murong Ziyan has come at her invitation

. Their meeting here is primarily about Xiao Wuyue. Murong Ziyan, leading the Rakshasa Sect

, has traveled day and night, and has just ascended Songhui Peak. She is still veiled in white gauze and draped in a black cloak, concealing her ageless

, flawless skin and breathtaking beauty, appearing imposing. However, her words and gestures

reveal her anxiety and even exasperation.

In contrast, the palace-dressed beauty on Luoyan Peak, also veiled in white gauze and dressed in a light purple sable coat, appeared calm and composed .

Surrounded by towering pines, with their canopies of green shade and the gentle rustling of the pines like a song, she seemed

carefree and detached from worldly affairs. The tall cypresses shaded the peak, and the stone path beneath them was cool and quiet. The wind rustling through the trees

added a musical quality to the sound, its rhythm rising and falling like the playing of strings and the striking of metal—

truly beautiful!

Compared to Murong Ziyan's anxiety, the palace-dressed beauty was leisurely and content, using readily available

materials to brew and savor tea with spring water, appearing incredibly elegant. Behind her reclining chaise longue stood two

beautiful young women, around seventeen or eighteen years old, graceful and elegant, with bright eyes and white teeth, their demeanor quiet, dignified, and gentle, busily fanning the fire and fetching water,

assisting the palace-dressed beauty. From the way the beautiful woman addressed the two girls, we know that the more lively and active girl on the left is named

Hun'er ,

while the more quiet and dignified girl on the right is named Jing'er. The choice of which mountain to occupy also reveals the significant

difference . The woman in palace attire arrived first, prioritizing Luoyan Peak for two reasons: firstly, the Huashan Sect and the Rakshasa Sect

have intricate connections, and the Jintian Palace on Songhui Peak is the Huashan Sect's stronghold. Secondly, the "wild goose"

is the Rakshasa Sect's auspicious bird and symbol, alluding to the story of Pang Tong's crushing defeat at Luofeng Slope during the Three Kingdoms period, implying that Murong

Ziyan would also suffer defeat there.

The forces from both sides were certainly not limited to those on the two peaks;

shadowy figures moved about from the bushes along the mountain paths to the dense forest at the foot of the peaks, clearly indicating that both sides had brought

large groups of people as a precaution.

With their commanders present, it was obvious that the forces deployed by both sides were the Rakshasa Sect's elite guards and the Heavenly Gate Dragon Battle

Brigade. These were two infamous, fearsome fighting teams, renowned for their iron-blooded might.

They shared the common traits of strict discipline, ruthless killing, and overwhelming combat power. For over a decade, they had swept across the north and south of the country, undefeated, each

unifying the martial arts world of the north and south.

These two undefeated forces later clashed head-on, engaging in several large-scale battles, resulting in a stalemate where neither side could

gain the upper hand. The leader of the Heavenly Gate was arguably the most outstanding military genius of her time. Under her

command, a troop of old, weak, and disabled soldiers could be transformed into a formidable force. Her art of command was divine; she would never act without absolute certainty.

Her attack was always swift and decisive, as still as a virgin and as agile as a rabbit!

For many years, the Rakshasa Sect had relied on its overwhelming combat power and fearless, tenacious spirit to keep Murong

Ziyan at a disadvantage against this master of war.

Since the Lord of Tianmen had taken the initiative to attack, he must have been fully confident; it seemed that this time, the Rakshasa Sect was in grave danger!

Behind the beautiful woman in palace attire stood a towering, lush pine tree. On a tall, thick branch of this pine

, suspended by iron chains, was a small cage, about four or five feet square, about six or seven zhang above the ground. Wuyue

sat slumped inside the cage, leaning against the bars, his eyes closed, his condition unknown. Outside the cage behind him

stood a graceful and beautiful young woman, Ying'er.

Seeing Wuyue's state, Murong Ziyan grew increasingly anxious, her chest heaving rapidly. Those standing behind her

, besides Fei Shuang who remained as cold as ever, Zhai Yue and Cai Hong also

wore anxious expressions, appearing restless. Bei Feng, the eldest of the four female guards, was nowhere to be seen.

Could it be that Murong Ziyan, in a fit of anger, had expelled her from the Rakshasa Sect? Or had she been imprisoned, or even

executed ? Given Murong Ziyan's personality, it wasn't impossible!

So far, in terms of momentum, Murong Ziyan had already lost slightly and was clearly at a disadvantage.

Seeing the composed demeanor of the woman in palace attire, Murong Ziyan was furious.

She shouted angrily, "This must be the mysterious figure who's been opposing me at every turn! Who exactly are you?"

The woman in palace attire chuckled lightly and said slowly, "Who I am isn't important. What's important is that Young Master Xiao is in

my hands. Sister, just know that if you want Young Master Xiao back, you'll have to talk to me properly."

Murong Ziyan retorted angrily, "If you have the guts, then bring the elite of the Dragon Warriors and fight my elite guard!

Why do you only know how to resort to tricks and schemes? More than ten years ago, you kidnapped my beloved son by deception, and now you've kidnapped my Wuyue!" The

woman in palace attire chuckled lightly and said, "Regarding that kidnapping case more than ten years ago, sister had no evidence..." "How can this be attributed

to my younger sister? But as the saying goes, all's fair in war, and the more deception, the better. Surely you don't even know this, elder sister? I'm truly curious about your background,

elder sister. More than ten years ago, you were an unknown young woman from a prominent family, and suddenly

you appeared out of nowhere, turning the land upside down and causing widespread suffering, and you seem completely indifferent! But

I can't ignore it, so I have to plan ahead and find other ways to limit the Rakshasa Sect's dominance."

Murong Ziyan snorted coldly, saying sarcastically, "It seems that you consider saving the world your responsibility

? What a magnanimous heart!"

The beautiful woman in palace attire smiled and said, "Elder sister, you don't need to mock me. We just have different attitudes towards the world.

" "There's one thing I can tell you, sister. For over a decade, the imperial court has been waging constant war,

and

right now the people desperately need rest and recuperation. Therefore, I won't engage in a large-scale direct conflict with you, as that would cause even more bloodshed. However, I do suspect that your ambitions are too great, so I'll

inevitably try to hinder and obstruct your progress, limiting the Rakshasa Sect's growth. Please forgive me."

Murong Ziyan coldly replied, "I don't have time for idle chatter right now. Tell me, what do you want in

return for Wuyue?"

The palace-dressed beauty said, "Sister, you're truly straightforward! You must be well aware of the current state of the martial world.

The Rakshasa Sect and the forces I control are basically..." "With the Yangtze River as the boundary, the region is divided into North and South. Currently, both sides

are fiercely competing in the Jianghuai and Guanzhong areas, each hoping to expand their control at the boundary of their respective spheres of influence.

What my younger sister wants is absolute control over all the Jianghu gangs in the Jianghuai region. The Rakshasa Sect must completely withdraw

from this area."

Murong Ziyan replied without hesitation, "Alright! I agree to your conditions. I will immediately order all direct branches of the Rakshasa Sect in this

region to withdraw from the Jianghuai area. You should also keep your promise and immediately release Wuyue, right?

By the way, if my son Zhou Yan is really in your hands, you can also propose other conditions to exchange with me!" After saying that

, she summoned Zhaiyue, who was standing behind her, and prepared to instruct her to use carrier pigeons to issue orders.

The woman in palace attire raised her voice, "Wait! Some details and procedures haven't been finalized yet. Why are you in such

a hurry ?"

Murong Ziyan said impatiently, "In your opinion, what steps do you plan to take to exchange the hostages?"

The woman in palace attire said calmly, "I have basically investigated the geography and personnel distribution

of . Therefore, I plan to assign capable subordinates to all

these Rakshasa Sect branches to supervise their evacuation."

Murong Ziyan sneered, "You really are a shrewd person. It seems you've been planning this for a long time!" "No problem.

I can order all the branch strongholds in the region to treat your subordinates, whom you sent to supervise, as honored guests. I can also

assure you that the withdrawal will be swift and decisive, leaving no loose ends. So, can you rest assured now?"

The woman in palace attire said unhurriedly, "What I mean is that all the Rakshasa Sect's branch strongholds in the region

will

be released . Regarding this, you can rest assured, sister, I will never break my promise!"

Murong Ziyan's face changed drastically! She had already swallowed enough insults today in order to get Wuyue back, but

how could she possibly agree to such harsh conditions? Unable to contain herself, she snapped, "Aren't you deliberately

making things difficult ?! I can only withdraw the Rakshasa Sect's forces from this area. Whether those Jianghu gangs will submit

to you is a matter of your methods! The most crucial question is, how much control do you need over these gangs, and to

what extent, to meet the exchange conditions? There's no uniform standard; it's tantamount to indefinitely

detaining Wuyue!"

The woman in palace attire smiled, "Does my sister think I'm a shameless scoundrel? Without

rules can be accomplished. Regarding the standard, I believe a 70% control ratio is sufficient. If it

takes a long time to reach that standard, we can limit the time to six months."

For Murong Ziyan, how could she feel at ease with Wuyue in the hands of such a cunning and seemingly beautiful woman

? A change of heart can happen in an instant, and

how much ? And who could guarantee that she wouldn't kill her in a fit of anger?

Thinking of this, Murong Ziyan resolutely said, "No! You must release Wuyue first, and I will definitely..."

"Keep your promise!"

the palace-dressed beauty said calmly. "Sister, you're so stubborn, it seems we have nothing to talk about."

Murong Ziyan said coldly, "Since that's the case, let's settle this with our hands. The victor is king, the loser is villain, that's

a golden rule ..."

Before she finished speaking, Murong Ziyan had already leaped up, silently soaring towards the top of Luoyan Peak, heading straight for the palace-dressed beauty.

The palace-dressed beauty chuckled and said, "Sister, you've fought your way through the world without a single opponent. Although I haven't challenged

all kinds of , advancing triumphantly all the way, I've never met a worthy opponent in all these years. Meeting a

master among masters like you is just the right time to stretch my legs to my heart's content!"

After saying that, she also flew away, meeting Murong Ziyan's graceful figure rushing towards her like lightning.

Wuyue happened to wake up at this moment. He slowly opened his eyes, curiously looking at everything around him. He

vaguely remembered that his attempt to harm Ying'er had failed last night, so he had to go to sleep. He never expected that he would wake up

at dawn and find himself on the mountaintop, in a cage no less!

Before he could even process his surroundings,

he was immediately captivated by the duel between Murong Ziyan and the palace-dressed beauty.

Upon suddenly seeing Murong Ziyan, he was overjoyed, as if seeing a savior. He opened his mouth to shout, but only

a low "ho ho" sound escaped his lips.

He knew the palace-dressed beauty had silenced him, but he had no time to dwell on it,

focusing intently on this unique aerial duel.

Both were stunningly beautiful women, though their youth had faded and their faces were veiled, their unparalleled grace

was like two orchids blooming in a secluded valley!

They danced and swirled in the air like celestial maidens, exchanging blows. The palace-clad beauty moved

with elegant grace, seemingly strolling leisurely, yet concealing deadly intent beneath her gentle demeanor. Murong Ziyan's attacks were powerful

and unrestrained, her finger strikes sharp and deadly, yet her posture maintained a refined feminine grace.

Both Murong Ziyan and the palace-clad beauty possessed astonishing lightness skills, their airtimes incredibly long—a full

half-cup of hot tea's time between aerial combats—before needing to use treetops or cliffs for leverage to leap again! This duel

appeared easy, but considering the numerous holes in their flowing skirts and the way they

shattered the hard rocks and ancient pines upon landing, their struggle was actually extremely dangerous!

In Wuyue's eyes, the palace-clad beauty's graceful dance in the air resembled a swallow returning to its nest, while Murong Ziyan's swift flight

was like a magpie startled in the night. The palace-clad beauty's beautiful figure was leisurely and supple, while Murong Ziyan's agile flight was as light as the wind.

The palace-clad beauties were pure and elegant, while Murong Ziyan possessed unparalleled charm…

Frustrating! He wasn't watching a fight; he was clearly admiring a beauty! However, this guy's

ability to appreciate beauty was truly remarkable, much like his tea-tasting skills.

The two former peerless beauties fought fiercely for hundreds of rounds, each employing unexpected tactics in a life-or-death struggle.

The elite guards and the Dragon Battle Brigade, each lying in ambush beneath the twin peaks, seeing their commanders locked in fierce combat, were not to be outdone. 　　Zhaiyue and Ying'er each waved their command flags, and the elite guards and the Dragon Battle Brigade simultaneously charged into the gentle slope . The Dragon Battle Brigade on the west, clad in black, and the elite guards on the east, in dazzling white, leaped and bounded across the hillside, charging towards their opponents while maintaining orderly ranks. 　　From the summit, the two black and white formations below resembled two bulls in heat, charging at each other with dust billowing from their hooves. Their sharp horns clashed violently, creating a deafening roar! 　　Enemies meeting, their eyes blazed with fury. Both sides had fought countless bloody battles, each intimately familiar with each other's martial arts styles. Neither side possessed the flashy , ineffective techniques of the Nine Great Schools; their primary principle was to strike with maximum force from the most advantageous angle and the shortest possible attack distance. They wielded swords and blades, the gushing blood of their opponents the ultimate reward! 　　This bloody battle wasn't about techniques, but about who could strike faster, who had greater strength, who could withstand more blows, and who was more fearless! It was a contest of courage and grit! 　　In the bloody and brutal arena, many on both sides were covered in blood, their bellies ripped open, but as long as there was still breath in their bodies , no one fell. Instinctively, they swung their swords and blades at their enemies! 　　Everyone in the arena was in the same boat. Both sides had around a thousand elite guards and a thousand dragon warriors. Leaving aside their martial arts skills, their sheer ferocity and fighting spirit made them virtually invincible. 　　The fighting and shouting erupted in a chaotic melee! The sounds of breaking bones and tendons—clanging, snapping, popping, swishing— were incessant, turning what should have been a paradise on earth into a hideous slaughterhouse! 　　Judging from the shouts, both sides were predominantly female! Alas! In the past ten years or so, since the Rakshasa Fairy's powerful rise, with Murong Ziyan and the Palace Beauty as the two extraordinary talents at the top of the pyramid, the ranks have been passed down, mostly to female disciples. Coupled with the long-term bloodshed and the deaths of many male warriors, the martial arts world has become somewhat dominated by women! 　　This was a true melee, and a massive one at that, filled with the elite of both sides. The Dragon Warriors were extremely ruthless against the elite guards; within the time it takes to drink half a cup of hot tea, dozens of people on both sides had already been killed or wounded. 　　Overall, the Jingwei team, wielding only crescent-shaped scimitars, possessed astonishing destructive power. The black - 　　all swordsmen, each with ruthless swordplay. In terms of bravery and combat strength, the Jingwei team had consistently held a slight advantage. A direct confrontation with their opponents was unusual for the elegant lady in palace attire ; what had happened to her this time? Had she, usually so wise and decisive, suddenly lost her mind and become confused? 　　After nearly half an hour of fierce fighting, casualties gradually increased. Like a duel between two beauties in the sky, the situation remained almost evenly matched. However, as Murong Ziyan on the peak seemed to gradually gain a slight advantage, the Jingwei warriors in the valley were greatly encouraged, charging forward fearlessly! 　　The Dragon Battle Brigade finally showed signs of being unable to hold out and began to slowly retreat northwestward into a narrow valley. The Jingwei warriors pursued relentlessly, surging into the canyon. 　　The main battlefield of this bloody battle gradually squeezed into this narrow valley. 　　The valley was flanked by steep slopes, wider at the top and narrower at the bottom, with thickets and weeds . 　　Just as the large contingent of the Jingwei Guards surged into the valley to fight the enemy, a woman suddenly cried out from the cliff top above!

At this command, countless logs as thick as buckets,

hard rocks the size of tabletops, and blazing torches were hurled down from the cliff top above the Jingwei team!

Screams erupted throughout the valley!

The winding, narrow valley was now crammed with Jingwei team members, leaving them no room to maneuver. Even the highest

martial arts skills were useless; they were all battered and bruised.

It was winter, and the bushes and weeds were extremely dry. It seemed as if tung oil was being poured down from the cliff top,

turning the valley into a long, fiery dragon stretching over two miles—a veritable hell on earth! The

pursued enemies turned back and charged, clashing once more with the Jingwei warriors, already battered and scorched by the logs, rocks, and flames ! 　　This was a true massacre! A classic example of the weak defeating the strong! 　　After nearly half an hour of bloody slaughter, the Jingwei team suffered heavy casualties, nearly half dead or wounded, with most of the remaining able -bodied members injured. 　　Seeing the battle in the valley take such a dramatic turn, and witnessing the dire state of her elite troops, Murong Ziyan was stunned! 　　Although she was gradually gaining a slight advantage, she had also assessed her opponent's strength. Even if they fought for another thousand moves, she still had no confidence in winning. Therefore, she had no intention of entangled with the palace-dressed beauty any longer and decided to rescue her subordinates trapped in the valley first. 　　Murong Ziyan leaped up the valley, her momentum like lightning, unstoppable! 　　The Dragon Battle Brigade warriors on the valley slope, still pushing stones and pouring tung oil, saw her approach. After , they knew they were no match for her. Moreover, their "weapons and ammunition"—rolling logs and stones—were almost exhausted. At their commander 's order, they all scattered and rushed down the valley to retaliate against the unfortunate Jingwei team. 　　Murong Ziyan followed, rushing down the valley to intercept the Dragon Battle Brigade warriors who were turning back along the canyon to beat the fallen enemy . At the same time, she turned back and shouted loudly for the Jingwei team to withdraw from the canyon. 　　The woman in palace attire followed Murong Ziyan down the valley, attacking the remaining enemies. Behind her followed three beautiful young women: Ying'er, Hun'er, and Jing'er, who also wreaked havoc. The woman 　　in palace attire's long sleeves fluttered, those who stood in her way either dead or wounded. The three young women were also incredibly skilled in martial arts; the elite guards were no match for them. The Three Heroes of Tianmen truly lived up to their reputation! 　　Fortunately, Zhaiyue, Feishuang, Caihong, and several captains of the elite guards stepped forward and joined forces to intercept the woman in palace attire, stabilizing the situation slightly. 　　Of Murong Ziyan's four female guards, Feishuang inherited her fierce and ruthless personality the most! 　　She and Caihong, leading two captains of the elite guards, intercepted the woman in palace attire, fighting to the death. The mad, fearless look in her beautiful eyes chilled the woman in palace attire, leaving her helpless for a moment! 　　Zhaiyue and her three captains intercepted the Three Heroes of Tianmen. Although initially outmatched, Ying'er, the eldest of the three and possessing the highest martial arts skills, was actually putting in minimal effort, allowing them to gain a slight advantage! 　　Ying'er's entire focus was now on Wuyue, trapped in a cage beneath the giant pine tree, fearing for his safety . She had no interest in fighting the enemy. Besides, her enemies were her beloved's close friends; they had already suffered enough today. If she offended them further, how would she get along after marrying him? 　　This beautiful and affectionate woman, after ten days with Wuyue, had been captivated by him, her thoughts consumed with how to spend her life with him. 　　Meanwhile, on Murong Ziyan's side, the scene could only be described as bloody and tragic! 　　She had discarded her black cloak, revealing a soft armor woven from fine, resilient metal wires. 　　This tight-fitting soft armor stretched from below her snow-white swan-like neck to her ankles, completely . Each of her broad shoulders had a slightly upturned scapula, perfectly showcasing her long arms, slender waist, and tall, athletic physique. 　　She wielded a large, gleaming curved sword, towering above the enemy ranks, a head taller than the crowd, making her stand out like a crane among chickens. 　　Her fair skin, sculpted by surging internal energy, revealed exceptionally well-developed muscles . The muscles in her abdomen, back, arms, thighs, and calves bulged high, forming an inverted triangle shape that exuded power. She looked like a mighty tiger, ready to pounce, or a tall, imposing medieval European knight in heavy armor! 　　Especially striking was the overwhelming, invincible aura emanating from her—a truly awe-inspiring and unparalleled presence! 　　With a single swing of her sharp scimitar, heads and limbs inevitably fell to the ground, chilling every enemy who faced her to the bone. This scimitar, named "Gazing at the Moon," was the sword Murong Ziyan carried when she led her army to conquer the various Jurchen tribes beyond the Great Wall. It was capable of slicing through hair with a single 　　blow. For over twenty years, this precious sword had accompanied her through countless bloody battles, claiming over ten thousand lives! 　　Years of charging into battle and bloody carnage had truly earned her the title of War Goddess! 　　Alone, she held off over a thousand crazed warriors, facing relentless, tidal waves of attacks, an endless relentless barrage of attacks. She also had to contend with the powerful a moment to spare. Yet, Murong Ziyan remained unmoved, fighting relentlessly. 　　This life-or-death, exceptionally bloody battle had left her armor soaked in blood. 　　However, over ninety-nine percent of the blood on her soft armor came from her enemies. Before her, the corpses of the Dragon Battle Brigade soldiers had piled up more than two zhang high along the steep slopes on both sides of the mountain! They had blocked the valley, and the battle was now taking place on top of the pile of corpses! 　　As long as they did not receive orders from their commander, the warriors of the Dragon Battle Brigade, like an army of ants, would fight to the death! 　　Even if the opponent were truly an invincible war god descended from the heavens, they would still fearlessly charge forward, stepping over the corpses of their fallen comrades, facing the overwhelming and unstoppable killing intent, futilely swinging their swords at her, only to be stabbed and spit blood, yet continuing to swing until they collapsed, only to be trampled upon by their comrades to continue the fight, wave after wave… 　　This kind of life-or-death battle, this mutual hacking and slashing, is a contest of who has greater strength, better endurance, and who is more ferocious and fearless. In all these aspects, Murong Ziyan has the upper hand, and her experience in killing is also richer. Therefore, she can be like Dian Wei of the Three Kingdoms, a single man holding off ten thousand, awe-inspiring and majestic! 　　The palace-dressed beauty knew when to stop. Having already won a great victory, why continue to entangle with the opponent and get caught up in the bloodshed?

Amidst the bloody melee? That didn't suit her resourceful nature. So she ordered a retreat, leading

the Three Heroes of Tianmen back to the summit of Luoyan Peak, beneath the giant cypress tree with the hanging cage. She felt that protecting

the hostages was paramount.

Murong Ziyan's fearless and fierce spirit, passed

down , had become the defining characteristic of the vast Rakshasa Sect.

Especially this elite guard, directly commanded by her four most trusted female guards, was

the cream of the crop, the most loyal of the elite. They were all from Jurchen noble families in Murong's fiefdom, hardened warriors forged in the jungle's survival laws,

their veins flowing with the bloodthirsty wolf-like blood of the Jurchen hunting people!

The elite guard's predecessor was a core force that had followed Princess Murong across the borders more than twenty years ago, plundering and conquering other Jurchen

tribes.

Later, when Murong Ziyan married into the Central Plains under an assumed name, she

brought

this entire elite guard to Jinan Prefecture under the guise of her dowry. Using them as the backbone, she recruited noble sons from the Liaodong Jurchen tribes and rigorously trained them, forming the current elite guard.

Over the past twenty years, although some veteran members have been transferred, either as Murong Ziyan's confidants to various branches of

the Rakshasa Sect or as leaders of other affiliated sects (such as Cha Lixiang stationed at the Kunlun Sect) or

as leaders of other Rakshasa Sect branches (such as Ye Tianyin, the leader of the "Charming Maiden Pavilion")

, this iron-willed army with its glorious history still possesses a bloodthirsty spirit, constantly

strengthened .

A brief introduction to the organization of the elite guard: Beifeng: The Grand Commander of the elite guard, also responsible for commanding and coordinating

all the direct elites of other Rakshasa Sect institutions. He directly commands the first to eighth columns of the Upper Yellow Banner of the elite guard, each column consisting of one hundred

men, commanded by a captain, and further divided into ten squads, each commanded by a squad leader. Zhaiyue: The Jingwei Corps under its command

, White Flag 9th to 16th Columns. Feishuang: The Jingwei Corps under its command, Red Flag 17th to 24th Columns. Caihong: The Jingwei Corps under its command,

Blue Flag 25th to 32nd Columns.

With the Jingwei Corps as their role model, this fierce and powerful fighting spirit gradually permeated every member of the Rakshasa Sect

. Therefore, when facing the enemy, unless ordered by superiors, they only knew how to advance and never retreat; even knowing death,

they would still charge forward wave after wave—this had always been the Rakshasa Sect's unwritten glorious tradition.

But today, this glorious tradition brought endless disaster, and the most

devastating battle in the history of the Jingwei Corps!

When the upheaval occurred and the situation deteriorated rapidly, these brave hunters, each highly skilled in martial arts and possessing considerable agility

, had ample opportunity to escape, but because of this tradition, they forfeited that opportunity, desperately continuing to fight their way

forward , futilely facing the endless stream of falling rocks and raging flames!

Upon receiving Murong Ziyan's order to retreat, the situation immediately changed dramatically. The deadly threat overhead

was gone, and no one dared to intervene in the battle on Murong Ziyan's side. Since their commander had given the order

to retreat, they had no choice but to retreat; no one dared disobey!

The hundred or so enemies scattered by Murong Ziyan above the valley, leaping down from the steep slopes on both sides to attack,

were no match for these fierce and courageous hunters and posed little threat to the Jingwei Team.

The main force of the Jingwei Team began to carry the wounded and the fallen warriors, orderly withdrawing from this

Valley of Death, this place of sorrow they would never forget!

In less than a quarter of an hour, the retreat was complete. The narrow valley was littered with blood and scattered embers

; not a single severed limb, a scimitar, or even a long arrow remained.

The surviving members of the Elite Guard had taken everything away, cleaning the area spotless. Even the wounded who were still able to move

participated in the cleanup.

Not only the Elite Guard, but the entire Rakshasa Sect, including all the tribes within the Murong fiefdom, upheld a timeless

tradition : to bring back the bodies of all fallen warriors, where shaman priests would properly care for their souls—

leaving no one behind!

What is an iron army? What is an immortal legend? This army of war spirits marching out of Death Valley

is a classic example and a perfect illustration!

Though their faces were etched with sorrow, the warriors remained resolute, showing no trace of fear. In Jurchen shamanistic doctrine

, the fatal wounds of their fallen brothers and sisters were all in the chest and abdomen. To fall in the face of the enemy made them true warriors.

Upon returning to camp, the priest would ascend the sacred altar and sprinkle holy water upon the remains of all the martyrs

, guiding their undying spirits to the legendary, beautiful heaven, where they would enter the cycle of reincarnation and be reborn!

Therefore, they would rather bravely face death than live a life of dishonor! For they were tigers,

wolves; only herbivores would be cowardly and choose to live a life of dishonor.

Their bodies were stained with blood, their skin torn and bleeding, their clothes tattered, yet their backs remained ramrod

straight , their two rows of soldiers perfectly aligned, as if they were

returning to camp after a day's training.

Seeing this, the woman in palace attire couldn't help but admire her. Although she was also very strict with her subordinates, her discipline hadn't reached

such a level. She thought to herself, "It's a pity we're enemies, not friends. Otherwise, with my cunning and wisdom,

plus her formidable strength, building an invincible iron army would be a piece of cake. Who in the world could be

our match?"

At this moment, Murong Ziyan had led Zhaiyue and the others back to Luoyan Peak, standing

opposite . Zhaiyue had taken a light purple dress from her bundle and dressed Murong Ziyan in it, covering

her metal armor. Both of them were wearing light purple coats.

They had both suffered some internal injuries in their fierce battle, and their subsequent participation in the

brutal melee in the valley had also significantly depleted their strength.

But Murong Ziyan hadn't forgotten her purpose. No matter how many hardships and dangers she faced, even if it meant

crossing mountains of knives and seas of fire, she was determined to rescue Wuyue.

In the twenty days since their separation, she had tasted

all sorts of emotions: ambiguity, sweetness, dreams, confusion, pain, torment, tears, helplessness, and heartbreak. Never in her life had she experienced so many

flavors !

Wuyue had deeply penetrated her soul and was deeply engraved in her heart. Every time the night was quiet,

she only needed to close her eyes gently, and his voice, appearance, and smile would appear before her eyes with unparalleled clarity, so

lifelike !

She understood that she could no longer survive without Wuyue's companionship. She

longed for Wuyue to return to her side immediately, to embrace him tightly, never wanting to

be separated ! For this, she was willing to discard everything she possessed! Having

learned her lesson, Murong Ziyan was now deeply wary of the palace-dressed beauty's extraordinary cunning and exceptional command abilities. She

secretly used her spiritual sense to survey her surroundings and discovered that among the dense branches of the giant pine trees above the palace-dressed beauty's head,

at least forty or fifty first-rate masters with considerable internal strength were lurking.

She couldn't help but sneer inwardly, fearless, and swiftly moved towards the cage like a whirlwind, hoping to snatch Wuyue

back amidst the chaos.

Just as her figure approached the cage suspended in the air, suddenly

a giant net descended from the surrounding giant pine trees like a flipped card, forming a vertical wall between her and the cage!

The change was sudden, and Murong Ziyan couldn't stop in time. Her forward-rushing figure was like a moth drawn to a flame, or

a bee suddenly crashing into a spider web, rushing into the net-like wall!

How fierce was her charge!

The net wall was deeply dented at the point of impact, and her skirt completely enveloped her. The four corners of her skirt were connected

by iron chains, which were suddenly pulled tight by dozens of white-clad figures lurking among the dense branches of the giant pine tree, instantly

binding her firmly into the giant net, suspending her high in mid-air, separated from Wuyue by an insurmountable distance!

Ignoring her own danger, she looked eagerly at Wuyue, who was less than three feet away, and met his incredibly

concerned gaze!

All things in the world seemed to perish, time seemed to freeze, except for the other person and that incredibly affectionate gaze! Three lifetimes and

seven reincarnations, the vows of eternal love, the promises of forever, could not compare to this moment of deep, unwavering gaze!

She wanted nothing, saw nothing, only one thought: to swing

a little to hold onto the cage and stay with him!

Fortunately, Wuyue could still notice that the dozens of experts were drawing their bows and nocking arrows, and she saw a sudden fear in

his gaze!

Murong Ziyan came to her senses. Of course, she understood that she had to live to be with him in this life; talking about the next life was

too early . As long as she didn't want to die, it seemed that no one in the world could kill her. Would this time be an exception?

Her long sleeves, filled with a fierce and incomparable gale, fluttered, completely enveloping her delicate body, preventing the giant net

from completely binding her. Then, with a loud "Hai~", all the acupoints on her body exploded like thunder,

bursting forth with indestructible white qi, attempting to shatter the giant net with the powerful shockwave.

Unexpectedly, this giant net was woven from iron wires as thick as hairpins. Despite the powerful impact of the qi, it

wasn't shattered; only a hole the size of a human head was blasted open at the point of greatest impact.

The palace-dressed beauty waved her hand, and dozens of white-clad figures suddenly emerged from the trees, each drawing a powerful bow and raising

a crossbow , firing simultaneously at Murong Ziyan. Instantly, a rain of arrows descended like locusts, accompanied by the sharp whistling of the wind.

The powerful qi enveloping Murong Ziyan's delicate body was extremely thick, like a wall of qi. The countless

arrows, upon hitting this wall of qi, were like striking a thick brocade blanket;

they fell to the ground exhausted after penetrating about a foot into the wall, unable to harm her in the slightest.

However, the arrows fired by two exceptionally strong masters, swift as lightning

and unstoppable, finally broke through the barrier of energy. One arrow struck her right shoulder, while the

other pierced through her soft armor and embedded itself deep in her right back!

After this volley of arrows subsided, taking advantage of the moment when the arrows slowed down, Murong Ziyan extended her slender hands, suddenly channeling her inner energy

into her palms. Her ten sharp fingers instantly transformed into steel-hard claws, gripping the hole in the barbed wire and pulling hard.

A hissing sound rang out as the barbed wire was torn in two!

Murong Ziyan escaped, her pale purple figure flashing through the air, moving like a ghost past two giant pine trees.

A flash of cold light, then another, and two heads, along with two headless corpses, fell to the ground simultaneously—the two

white-clad !

This fiery woman was also known for her vengeful nature; anyone who harmed her would be retaliated against tenfold!

Murong Ziyan then gracefully descended through the air like a celestial maiden, her long sleeves fluttering.

The powerful arrows that continued to rain down upon her could neither pierce the net of blades nor penetrate the barrier of energy, posing no further threat.

She landed gracefully, facing the woman in palace attire, the two separated by only a few feet, forming a standoff once more

. The rain of arrows immediately ceased. After a struggle, she returned to her starting point; Wuyue was still

in her opponent's hands!

Murong Ziyan casually pulled out two long arrows, without even flinching, and immediately drew two streams of blood from the wounds.

She used her internal energy to stop the bleeding, and without bandaging it, she sneered at the palace-dressed beauty as if nothing had happened: "Hmph!

Show me all your dirty tricks!"

She was absolutely right. When it came to playing dirty tricks, the palace-dressed beauty was truly a cut above, and her tricks were endless,

enough to make her dizzy and disoriented! Having just been tricked once, she was now willingly going to be tricked again

!

The woman in palace attire was quite shocked by her fierce demeanor, gaining a deeper

understanding of her courageous and combative nature. She chuckled softly and gently advised, "Sister, I think you should bandage your injuries

first. Don't push yourself any further! Throughout history, few heroes, great warriors, and stalwart men have

been as fierce as you! You are the pride of us women, a heroine among women. If I were to kill

you , I would truly regret it! Your right shoulder wound is just a superficial injury and not serious, but the arrow wound in your back

might damage your internal organs. If it's not treated promptly, it could leave lasting problems. Just a reminder ..." "Sister, you said the arrow is poisoned!"

Murong Ziyan revealed an arrogant and domineering demeanor, laughing wildly to the sky: "Stop your crocodile tears!

What is this little flesh wound? Back then, when I fought the Four Hermits and One Fairy of the Martial World, my internal injuries were much more serious than this, but

I still survived and continued to fight! No need for pretense, shall we continue to fight, or

shall we return Wuyue to me properly according to the exchange terms?"

Because of the protective qi, although her injured right back was painful, it did not seem to have damaged her internal organs. As for the deadly

poison on the arrowhead, she had used her internal energy to hold it up and gradually expel it from her body, so Murong Ziyan was not too worried.

Of course, were her injuries really as minor as she claimed?

Not necessarily! She had lost too much blood, and the deadly poison couldn't be completely eradicated in time. She was

feeling dizzy, and only an iron will was supporting her body.

The palace-dressed beauty also suffered some internal injuries and wasn't feeling well either, but she still calmly said, "Release her

now you have the ability, go ahead and snatch her away." She spoke so generously because she

simply didn't believe that the Rakshasa Fairy had the strength to act at this moment.

But to her surprise, Murong Ziyan suddenly flew up like a rocket, rushing towards Wuyue with lightning

speed . It was too late for her to intercept!

A beautiful, ethereal girl appeared behind Wuyue, holding a

dagger to his neck, ready to slit his throat at any moment.

The beautiful woman in palace attire chuckled softly and said slowly, "If you insist on taking her away, sister, all you'll bring back is a

corpse. I hope you'll reconsider!"

The girl behind Wuyue was Ying'er. Taking advantage of the moment when Murong Ziyan and her master were staring at each other, she

quickly brought her crimson lips close to his ear and whispered in a secret voice, "Wuyue, I'm just putting on

an act! You don't need to be afraid..."

Wuyue had just witnessed Murong Ziyan's brush with death, and he was so terrified that he couldn't even scream.

His eyes were still filled with tears, and his heart was pounding with fear. He had no mind to pay attention to the beautiful woman

behind him . It

is only in the face of life and death that one can truly see one's own heart. In that moment of being caught

in a hail , he realized how deeply he loved this strong-willed woman. Of course, he was still unsure whether

this love was more romantic or righteous.

Seeing that he ignored her, Ying'er quickly whispered again, "Are you... are you angry? I'll take good care of

you when we get back and apologize. You can do whatever you want..." Her cheeks flushed slightly as she finished speaking.

The indescribable pleasure of kissing Wuyue last night still lingered on her lips, leaving

her with an unforgettable aftertaste!

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