【The Song of the Six Dynasties】(Episode 17, Chapter 5)

Chapter Five

As soon as Cheng Zongyang stepped out, he saw a pretty face with a half-smile.

"You big dummy."

"You brat, how long have you been peeking?"

"I wasn't peeking." Xiao Zi shook the camera in her hand and laughed, "I've seen everything I needed to see."

"Damn! You didn't record everything, did you?"

"Not you."

"That's more like it... Haha, you saw it, didn't you? Sister Pan's delicate appearance is so alluring."

"Boss Cheng," Xiao Zi said with a smile, "No wonder people say you only like older women."

Cheng Zongyang immediately bristled, "Stop talking nonsense!"

"Still saying no? A beauty like Fairy Pan, you only used her mouth..." Xiao Zi blinked, "Boss Cheng, don't you dislike virgins?"

"That's pure bullshit!" Cheng Zongyang retorted righteously.

"Even Yan'er is making excuses, how can I believe you?"

Cheng Zongyang exclaimed. "Who wouldn't like a young, beautiful, clean, and untouched cabbage? But even a cabbage eventually has to get married."

Xiao Zi blinked her eyes, looking at him with a curious expression.

"Are you wondering why I didn't just take all the pretty young cabbages?" Cheng Zongyang said irritably. "Don't joke around. How many could I take? Ten? Twenty? What about their status? Their position? As concubines? Maids? Or bedchamber maids? I might have my fun, but have I considered their feelings? They're living people, not toys to be displayed. I can't do something like Shi Pangzi casually taking them and then throwing them aside." "

Oh..." Xiao Zi suddenly realized, "So, Boss Cheng went and messed around with other people's women?"

"Hey! Don't twist my meaning! What I mean is, when it comes to someone's lifelong happiness, you should be more careful."

Xiao Zi pouted. "In the end, it's just because you're afraid of taking responsibility."

Cheng Zongyang immediately deflated. "Don't be so blunt, is that right?"

Xiao Zi mocked, "You big idiot, only you would think about taking responsibility—you're such a pushover."

Cheng Zongyang said angrily, "Should pushovers be discriminated against?"

"No, it's not that." Xiao Zi took his arm and said with a smile, "What I like is you, this pushover."

Hearing Xiao Zi's clear and gentle voice, Cheng Zongyang felt a bittersweet feeling well up in his heart. He held Xiao Zi's hand and said after a while, "I won't let you suffer any grievances."

Xiao Zi curled her lips, "Then carry me on your back."

"Okay." Without saying a word, Cheng Zongyang carried her on his back. "Where to?"

Xiao Zi lowered her head and smiled, "Shopping."

"You can kill me!" "You

're so useless, Boss Cheng."

"Nonsense! Just thinking about how energetic you two are shopping makes my liver tremble."

"Shh—" Xiao Zi hurriedly put up her finger.

The two of them fell silent together, and then they saw Pan Jinlian's figure. Her body seemed to have just recovered, and her steps were still a little unsteady. The veil was still on her face, but it could not hide her haggardness.

Cheng Zongyang chuckled after she had walked away, "Those who haven't been deflowered run away fast, haha. Don't be fooled by Sister Pan's seemingly respectable appearance in her outer skirt; she's actually naked underneath—" Cheng Zongyang suddenly remembered something and cried out, "Oh no! My little melon!"

Cheng Zongyang rushed downstairs, but it was too late. The beverage shop was deserted, and Little Melon and Sister Pan were nowhere to be seen.

Cheng Zongyang was filled with regret. He had already decided to abduct Little Melon, and he had such a good opportunity, but he had missed it again. Fortunately, the city wasn't big, and there weren't many outsiders. As long as he was patient, he would have plenty of opportunities to meet her again. The only pity was that there was only one Yin-Yang Fish.

"You brat, do you know what a Yin-Yang Fish is?"

Cheng Zongyang described how he used the Yin-Yang Fish. Xiao Zi listened carefully and after a while said, "There's only one fish."

"There are clearly two, one yin fish and one yang fish."

"The yin-yang fish only has one yang fish; it only transforms into a yin fish when activated." Xiao Zi said, "The yin-yang fish should be used by the Bolingyu clan to assist in poisoning. Perhaps even they themselves don't know that the yin-yang fish can counter the purification techniques of the Bright Guantang."

"The Bright Guantang has such a great reputation, hasn't the Bolingyu clan ever dealt with them?"

"The Bolingyu clan doesn't know the Taiyi Sutra."

"Is it because it's activated by the Taiyi Sutra?" Cheng Zongyang frowned and said, "How does Jian Yuji know that the yin-yang fish can counter the Bright Guantang?" "

The Black Demon Sea and the Bright Guantang are sworn enemies. Perhaps the people of the Witch Clan know the Bright Guantang's weaknesses best in this world."

Cheng Zongyang said regretfully, "It's a pity there was only one yin-yang fish, and now it's gone."

"The Bolingyu clan must have some."

"What if they're only one piece?"

Xiao Zi laughed. "Boss Cheng, then you're in trouble. Fairy Pan will definitely kill you."

Cheng Zongyang didn't care. "I'm completely broke, how dare she try to kill me?"

The two chatted and laughed as they wandered aimlessly through the streets. Xiao Zi's eyes lit up. "Hey? Are those shoes?"

Cheng Zongyang strode past the shop. "There are plenty of things more valuable than clothes and shoes! I'd rather die than go shopping in a shoe store with you."

"Nonsense," Xiao Zi laughed. "Clothes and shoes are clearly the best things."

Cheng Zongyang carried Xiao Zi on his back and fled from this alluring neighborhood for women. The empty streets were quiet. Whenever they encountered something that interested them, they would browse around. There were no access restrictions, so they could go anywhere without hindrance. This also disappointed Cheng Zongyang. With such good security, finding a police station or weapons was probably impossible.

………

...

Cheng Zongyang looked around and changed the subject, "Hey? Where's that little rascal? Where did it go again?"

"That silly little thing jumped when the mechanism was activated and didn't come in."

Xiao Zi fiddled with her straw, her delicate face shimmering like a fairy among flowers under the twinkling lights. The two sat in a private room, the glass table before them laden with various drinks.

This city seemed to possess inexhaustible energy; though deserted, it remained brightly lit, its nighttime atmosphere hazy and dreamlike. To Cheng Zongyang's regret, the city lacked a night market. The bustling street food stalls, so tempting to linger, were nowhere to be seen, prompting him to complain that this city, deliberately imitating the old era, was missing its most essential elements.

At the other end of the square, they found a bar, and Cheng Zongyang decided to let Xiao Zi experience the lifestyle of the future. Xiao Zi only drank beverages, while Cheng Zongyang grabbed all the alcohol and tried them all, surprisingly finding them quite delicious.

The surrounding lights twinkled, and the familiar buildings outside made Cheng Zongyang feel as if he had returned to a world he once longed for. It seemed he and Xiao Zi had truly returned to the world that had once haunted his dreams.

Looking out the window, Cheng Zongyang exclaimed, "It really looks so similar."

"Does it resemble the place you came from?"

Cheng Zongyang nodded.

"Is it this big?"

"It's bigger than this. There are several million people." Cheng Zongyang said, "Compared to this, this city is small."

Xiao Zi said, "There are many people."

Cheng Zongyang opened a bottle of red wine, took a sip, and then said, "If this is the last remaining human in the future, then there are too few."

"Oh?"

"I have a feeling..." Cheng Zongyang raised his hand, the city under the night glowing with a dreamlike radiance, like the most glorious finale of a musical movement, "This place feels like a place of memories." "

With the technical level of the Taiquan Ancient Array, this city could have been made much more advanced and dreamlike. But the builders seem to miss that era. From supermarkets to home furnishings, from convenience stores to karaoke bars, every detail seems to be imitating the world I came from." "

If that's all, this is just a clumsy replica. To give an example, it's like if my era wanted to build a city to imitate Lin'an, through historical records, the exterior could be imitated perfectly, even more exquisitely. But inside, it would probably be equipped with electric lights and flush toilets."

"That's the feeling this city gives me. Although it's trying to imitate that era, some of the subtle technologies it subtly reveals far exceed my understanding. For example, the energy source—I used to suspect nuclear power, but now I'm more inclined to believe it uses a kind of bio-battery that can sustain growth under certain conditions and automatically replenish its energy from the outside. And the camera—how it achieves its 3D function is completely beyond my comprehension. In comparison, aerogel is a technology I can understand."

Cheng Zongyang felt a pang of heartache as he recalled the egg-shaped house that Pan Jinlian had shattered. Once one of these is destroyed, it's gone forever; there's nowhere to buy replacements.

"Why imitate it?"

"Perhaps it's out of nostalgia for that era," Cheng Zongyang said. "I have a theory: this is a human refuge. Maybe in the future, humanity encountered an insurmountable natural disaster, so they built the Taiquan Ancient Formation and hid underground. The reason for imitating that era is to reminisce about their peaceful days before natural disasters." "

In the Taiquan Ancient Formation, humans were the dominant species, occupying the core area. Surrounding them were other races, such as the Bear Clan, the Ant Clan, and so on. But none of these races could escape the final catastrophe." Cheng Zongyang said, "Have you noticed? The current Taiquan Ancient Formation not only has no humans, but also no other intelligent beings, yet all the equipment is perfectly preserved. It's as if all intelligent beings disappeared in an instant, leaving only lifeless objects."

"Could it be that there's a very powerful enemy?"

"What kind of enemy?"

"The far north, the depths of the ocean," Xiao Zi said, "places that humans haven't been to, perhaps there are very powerful races there."

"No," Cheng Zongyang said. "We searched the entire Earth in our time, and found nothing. Besides, there's not a trace of invasion here." He swirled his wine glass and slowly continued, "I suspect that what ultimately wipes out humanity is likely a type of ray."

"Ray?"

"Something invisible to the naked eye. There's another reason I think this: the fog barrier," Cheng Zongyang said. "The fog barrier is likely a defensive device used to block external rays. I suspect that the so-called curse of the Taiquan Ancient Array was initially installed in the fog barrier as part of the defense. Its function was to generate rays to counteract the deadly rays. Perhaps it was due to the passage of time, or perhaps the equipment malfunctioned, and as a result, the fog barrier dissipated outside, and those ray generators were lost."

Xiao Zi thought for a while, "Could there be other Taiquan Ancient Arrays?"

Cheng Zongyang shrugged, "I don't know."

Thinking that even with the technology of the Taiquan Ancient Array, it couldn't escape its fate of destruction, Cheng Zongyang couldn't help but feel a little lost. But the existing clues were simply not enough to determine whether the Taiquan Ancient Array was related to his own world, the future of the Six Dynasties, or neither of the two, and was a completely different world.

So Cheng Zongyang quickly perked up and laughed, "Anyway, those are things from a long time ago, or a long time from now—even if we knew the truth, it wouldn't matter to us. What's most important to us is how much stuff we still have here. Damn! There's no library here, don't they all read?"

Cheng Zongyang downed a glass of strong liquor and couldn't help but yawn.

"Tired?"

Cheng Zongyang shook his head; after a long day, he was indeed exhausted.

"Then I'll sleep for a while."

Cheng Zongyang put down his glass, then lay down on the sofa, closed his eyes, and muttered, "You brat, when we're old and can't walk anymore, we'll live here, okay?"

"Don't talk..."

Xiao Zi's soft fingers gently massaged his temples. His body relaxed, and soon his breathing became soft and long as he fell into a deep sleep.

After a long while, Xiao Zi stopped, leaned down and kissed his lips, rubbing her nose against his. Then she gently removed his shoes and socks, pulled his arms apart, and curled up in his arms. 　　The streets were bustling with people, a vibrant scene. He stood there, hands in his pockets, watching the surging crowds under the night sky. Fashionably dressed men and women brushed past him, elegant smiles on their faces, speaking softly, their whispers like a melodious nocturne, yet indistinct upon closer listening.

This 　　was a prosperous and civilized city; the glamorous men and women smiled, exuding a gentle aura. A thick, fog-like protective shield remained intact and impenetrable, blocking any potential threats from the outside world. In the surrounding satellite cities lived their most loyal allies. Countless mechanical guards, like worker bees, handled all production, maintenance, security, and defense, constantly checking for any security vulnerabilities. In this world, time seemed to stand still, and peace appeared eternal. 　　Cheng Zongyang strolled through the streets, his heart overflowing with peace and joy. This city gave him a sense of noble power, as if he had returned to humanity's home, so familiar and welcoming. 　　A pungent smell wafted towards his nose, and Cheng Zongyang frowned, involuntarily covering his nose. However, the smell grew stronger. He opened his hand and was shocked to find that the smell was on him. It was filled with the stench of blood and death.

They emanated incessantly from his body, clashing jarringly with the warm atmosphere around him. Cheng Zongyang found himself like a bloodstained longsword, constantly dripping foul blood, leaving a trail of ferocious bloodstains on the polished ground…

Suddenly, a sharp pain struck, and in an instant, cold sweat soaked his clothes. Cheng Zongyang awoke with a start, finding his dantian's energy chakra teetering precariously like a top that had lost its balance. He tried to speak, but blood gushed from his throat, the pungent, cloying smell of blood choking him, almost suffocating him.

He awoke again with a start, struggling to sit up, but as soon as he exerted force, his arm tore apart from his shoulder like a rotting limb, falling to the ground. Cheng Zongyang felt nauseous, but quickly breathed a sigh of relief, because there was no pain in his torn shoulder; he had only been dreaming.

Cheng Zongyang struggled desperately, breaking free from one dream after another. Scattered dreams flooded in, sometimes placing him atop a mountain peak, sometimes deep within the ocean, sometimes amidst the bright lights of a banquet, sometimes on a battlefield of carnage. The only constant was the pain in his lower abdomen.

Cheng Zongyang roared, cleaving down a war elephant, then leaping onto a war wolf adorned with a golden saddle. A boulder launched from a catapult struck him head-on, smashing him and his sword to the ground. The boulder slammed into his abdomen, his entire abdominal cavity feeling as if it had been shattered.

His consciousness plunged into a dark abyss, then burst forth into light like emerging from a tunnel. Countless glittering gold coins, like an ocean, dazzled everyone's eyes. An old man sat in this sea of gold, holding a small scale, carefully weighing each coin. The moment he took a step, he was engulfed in the ocean of gold, his lower body wracked with excruciating pain as if being crushed. He struggled to pry the coins away, trying to escape, but was swallowed up by the flowing gold.

"You brat!"

Cheng Zongyang roared, waking from his dream. He was panting, his chest heaving with sweat. The moonlight was like water, and in the distance, someone seemed to be singing a soft tune. The red candle beside him was half-burnt. A beautiful woman lay on top of him, her smooth, jade-like body writhing like a white snake. Her hair fell over her face, revealing only a corner of her naturally alluring red lips, full of captivating charm. He raised his hand, wanting to brush her hair aside, but knocked over the red candle. Flames erupted, instantly turning the bed into a sea of fire.

"Boss Cheng..."

a whisper came to his ear, and a soft hand rested on his forehead. The flames subsided, and a rainbow of beams of light flickered before his eyes, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, like another dream.

Only when he saw Xiao Zi's beautiful face did Cheng Zongyang realize he was truly awake. He forced a smile, his voice hoarse, and said, "I'm fine..."

Xiao Zi wiped the sweat from his forehead. "You'll be alright."

Cheng Zongyang took a breath. "What happened?"

"It's the Yin-Yang Fish," Xiao Zi said softly. "It didn't disappear; it stayed in your Life and Death Root."

Cheng Zongyang focused his mind and opened his inner vision. He saw that the Qi Wheel deep within his dantian seemed to be tilting under the weight. The Life and Death Root was embedded in the center of the Qi Wheel like the eye of a formation. A silver, fish-shaped light spot appeared and disappeared, as if swimming in the sea of light of the Qi Wheel. The sea of light, composed of countless tiny points of light, had always been in a delicate balance. The appearance of the Yin-Yang Fish had clearly broken this balance. The light spot, like a swimming fish, devoured the surrounding points of light. As it moved, the trajectory of the Qi Wheel constantly changed, like a tilted saucer that would shatter if it tipped over.

Without any guidance, Cheng Zongyang knew what to do. He carefully maintained the balance of his qi circulation, as if walking on the edge of a cliff, channeling excess impurities into the cauldron within his body.

After circulating his true qi for several cycles, it naturally began to flow. Cheng Zongyang let out a long breath, opened his eyes, and saw the woman lying on his waist. Her left hand and left foot, and her right hand and right foot were handcuffed together, her two snow-white thighs pressed against Cheng Zongyang's waist, her long silver hair hanging down her shoulders, her smooth, snow-white buttocks rising and falling, her fair skin covered with glistening beads of sweat.

Looking at the rose on her outer thigh, Cheng Zongyang twitched his lips. "Yu Ziwei?"

"You've used all the maids' talents," Xiao Zi laughed. "Boss Cheng, aren't you happy?"

Recalling the series of nightmares he had just experienced, Cheng Zongyang felt a pang of emotion and sighed, "Being alive is something to be happy about."

Xiao Zi said, "If you can get through this, you might even turn misfortune into blessing."

"What blessing?"

"You big dummy," Xiao Zi said, "from now on, that yin-yang fish will be on your body."

Cheng Zongyang was stunned, then overjoyed. The yin-yang fish becoming a part of his body—what could be more perfect than this? From now on, the Bright Temple would pose no threat to him whatsoever; on the contrary, he would become the Bright Temple's living nemesis. If he wanted Little Fragrant Melon, who could stop him? Not to mention Sister Pan, even if Ming Jingxue or Yan Jiaoran came forward, he could teach them a lesson.

"Don't be too happy yet," Xiao Zi warned. "That thing is dangerous. Once the yin and yang are out of balance, you might not wake up."

Cheng Zongyang was startled. His sudden drowsiness and the series of nightmares were all related to the yin-yang fish, showing its influence on his mind. Luckily, Xiao Zi was with him this time. If he were alone, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Cheng Zongyang sighed.

Xiao Zi asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's such a pity."

"What's there to regret?"

Cheng Zongyang straightened his back. "It's a pity it acted at the wrong time. There are plenty of substitutes here. If we were outside, you would have to do it yourself. How can I not regret it?"

Xiao Zi rolled her eyes at him. "I don't care about you."

Cheng Zongyang exclaimed, "That's too heartless! If you were injured, I would definitely sacrifice my manhood without hesitation."

"I'm ignoring you." Xiao Zi yawned. "So sleepy... I want to sleep." "

You just woke up and you want to sleep? Talk to me for a while."

Xiao Zi shook her head and went to sleep. Cheng Zongyang then noticed a woman kneeling behind her, with silver hair, red lips, snow-white skin, and a beautiful face—it was Yu Baiying.

"Mother has been busy for three hours and is exhausted."

"Three hours?" Cheng Zongyang was taken aback. "What time is it now?"

"According to the outside time, it's almost Mao Shi (5-7 AM)," Yu Baiying said. "However, the days are short and the nights are long here; it's still more than an hour before dawn."

Mao Shi is five in the morning. He had nightmares all night, while that brat had stayed up all night beside him; no wonder she was so tired.

Cheng Zongyang reached out and pulled Yu Baiying into his arms, unceremoniously caressing her smooth body. Yu Baiying obediently opened her body, letting him caress her, and soon she was aroused, letting out soft moans.

Cheng Zongyang suddenly asked, "How many times have you been Lian'er's woman?"

Yu Baiying's face flushed red, and after a while, she whispered, "...four or five times."

Cheng Zongyang asked, "Is it better to be a man or a woman?"

Yu Baiying fell silent for a long time before saying, "Of course it's better to be a man—but in the end, those men only treat us as playthings for their lust. It was under Sister Lian'er that I felt like a woman worthy of pity..." "

Originally, I was unwilling to accept it. But fate is like this..." Yu Baiying sighed sadly, "It seems that all men are the same, only women can truly pity women."

Looking at her dazed eyes, Cheng Zongyang could tell that, without her realizing it, her mind had been influenced by the soul-guiding technique, and she had subconsciously accepted her new identity and status.

Among the various techniques Xiao Zi learned from the Netherworld Sect was the Soul-Guiding Technique, which involved absorbing souls using the Dulu Nandan Demon Bell. This technique was completely different from the Meditation Technique; it didn't directly change the recipient's thoughts, but rather subtly strengthened certain perceptions and thoughts while weakening others.

For example, Yu Baiying, being a woman, instinctively felt aversion to intimacy with other women. However, under the influence of the Soul-Guiding Technique, this aversion was minimized, while physical pleasure was amplified, causing her to indulge in this shameful pleasure. From this perspective, the thoughts influenced by the Soul-Guiding Technique were actually a part of the recipient's own will, undeniably real. Therefore, although the Soul-Guiding Technique was slow to take effect, the recipient was completely unaware of the influence and considered their transformation natural. Even without the master's intervention, the recipient would find numerous reasons to justify their change.

Cheng Zongyang did not want to disrupt Yu Baiying's newly formed consciousness. For the Yu sisters, their current state of life is no worse than their past days filled with hatred.

Cheng Zongyang reached between her thighs, caressing her soft, warm flesh, and said, "Wei Nu's waist skills are quite good; you haven't gotten tired after twisting for so long."

Yu Baiying breathed heavily, "Wei'er was bitten by the lustful beast. Fortunately, Mother suppressed the lustful poison, causing her to fall into a deep sleep when it took effect, which is why she's held on until now. If her hands and feet weren't handcuffed, Wei'er would have scratched herself when the lustful poison took effect and she would have lost her mind."

Yu Ziwei, who was lying on his waist, let out a soft cry, then her snowy buttocks suddenly tightened, her delicate honey hole clamping onto his penis, twitching like a warm little mouth, and her lustful fluid gushing out.

Cheng Zongyang carefully manipulated the Qi wheel, drawing the refined true essence into his dantian.

A woman's yin essence is not inexhaustible; for women like Yin and He, it takes half a month to a month to recover after a single act of replenishment. Constantly cutting down trees only depletes their potential, yielding far less benefit and potentially harming their health. Just as sexual intercourse between men and women is inherently a harmonious balance of yin and yang, some women become radiant with the slightest touch, while others age rapidly with frequent intercourse.

Therefore, these servants are suitable as vessels for dual cultivation using gentle methods, but for tonifying the body, it's best to wait until their bodies recover. If they are celestial vessels, tonifying the body can be done every five to seven days. As for the most superior vessels, their yin essence swirls and fills endlessly, a rare and precious treasure. Of course, those of lower quality produce very little yin essence, not even worthy of being called treasures, and are merely playthings.

Zhuo Meiren'er once said that a senior member of the Taiyi True Sect, skilled in bedroom arts, had two favorite concubines. One was fair-skinned, plump, and incomparably beautiful, but her yin essence was thin, making her unsuitable as a vessel; the other was dark, fat, and short, yet a rare and precious treasure. The senior lamented the injustice of fate, harboring resentment for years, seeking answers in every way, but ultimately, helpless, he still became cultivation partners with the latter.

Cheng Zongyang, however, didn't feel the need to compromise himself for dual cultivation; having a pleasing vessel would at least improve his mood. The energy wheel in his dantian had stabilized slightly, but was still on the verge of imbalance. Unfortunately, he had already used the energy from these four servants, so he couldn't use them again for a while.

He channeled his true essence into his dantian, but the deflected energy wheel remained shaky. In this state, let alone fighting, he could only escape by relying on his own two legs. Cheng Zongyang sighed helplessly, opened his eyes, and saw Yu Ziwei glaring at him with eyes full of shame, indignation, and hatred.

The resentment of a slave girl who couldn't rise above her circumstances was nothing more than a ripple in the water. Cheng Zongyang paid her no heed and simply asked, "Where is Fairy Zhu?"

Xiao

Zi frowned, and after a long pause, replied, "She's not here."

"What's wrong?"

"I can't sense her location."

"Impossible!"

He had already used all the newly acquired slave girls, except for Zhu Yin. As the Fairy Feng Qiong of the Yaochi Sect, Zhu Yin's beauty was outstanding among beauties, and she was also a genuine virgin. She had been taken in as a slave, so it was only natural for him to use her. He never expected her to disappear!

While he was trapped in a nightmare, Yin Fulan and the others received their mistress's summons and rushed to the bar. In their haste, no one noticed Zhu Yin's whereabouts. Initially, Cheng Zongyang thought she had gotten lost in the city and didn't pay much attention. These women who had become slaves had all had a part of their soul taken by Xiao Zi; as long as they were alive, they couldn't sever their connection with their masters, so he hadn't taken it to heart either. When Xiao Zi woke up and asked, she learned that Zhu Yin had indeed disappeared.

"Could she be dead?"

Xiao Zi shook her head. "Her soul hasn't dissipated."

"Could she be too far away?"

Xiao Zi shook the jade bottle. "The Sacred Bell can sense anything within tens of miles. She couldn't have gone that far."

"Could she have gone out? That's impossible."

Xiao Zi said, "Perhaps she's been restrained, her six senses are sealed, so the Sacred Bell naturally doesn't react."

"Damn it!" Cheng Zongyang cursed angrily, "Sister Pan!"

In this city, besides himself and his group, there was only Sister Pan and Little Fragrant Melon. If someone had restrained Zhu Yin, who else could it be but Pan Jinlian? This bitch is too much! She actually kidnapped the beauty he hadn't even had a chance to deflower. Doesn't she know that he desperately needs a virgin to prove his innocence?

"Could it be that the two of them have some connection? They're both called fairies, and both come from prestigious sects."

"No," Xiao Zi said. "I asked Yin Nu, and she only fought with Crane Feather Sword Maiden; they have no connection whatsoever."

Cheng Zongyang pondered for a moment. "Whatever Sister Pan's plan, we don't need to pay her any attention! If she doesn't want to stay here forever, she'll have to come out sooner or later. Hmph, anyway, the key is still in my hands."

"Huh? When did you get it?"

Cheng Zongyang said with a wicked smile. "I found it when I was undressing Sister Pan. So I returned it to its rightful owner."

"Too bad you're wrong," Xiao Zi said. "That key was used when we came in. If we want to go out, all we need is the 'River Map.'"

"How do you know?"

"I've already tried it."

Cheng Zongyang immediately rummaged through his purse. He had bought five copies of the "River Map" from Xu Junfang. He sold one to Xin Yong, used another when he came in, and hadn't had time to take it back. He still had three copies in his hand.

Cheng Zongyang looked up with a grim expression. Since Pan Jinlian had managed to get the key and enter, she had almost certainly taken the Hetu (River Diagram) that was left outside. It wasn't on her at the time; it was probably somewhere else, like with Xiao Xianggua.

Pan Jinlian had just suffered such a huge loss; if she could get out, she certainly wouldn't stay in this city where she might run into him at any moment.

"We can't let her take Xiao Xianggua away!" Cheng Zongyang said angrily. "Let's leave now! Maybe we can still catch up with Sister Pan."

Xiao Zi blinked. "And then?"

Cheng Zongyang hesitated. That's right, what could he do even if he caught up with her? The Yin-Yang Fish was now inside his stomach; just maintaining the balance was already a life-or-death struggle. If he couldn't catch up, that would be fine; if he did, it would be suicide.

"You big idiot, you've already missed the best opportunity," Xiao Zi said. "Anyway, no one else can get in. You should just stay here and recover."

Cheng Zongyang sighed. His injuries hadn't healed, and even protecting himself was a problem. Rather than risk going out, it was better to stay here and recover. In the perilous Taiquan Ancient Formation, this closed-off city is probably the safest place.

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