[Like a Shadow] Chapter Sixty-One: Ming's Venture into the Southern Road

Dong Shishi sobbed softly for a while, then gradually quieted down, whispering, "Xiao Yangzi, my father... wasn't he
dead? What happened?" Nie Yang gently patted her back, only saying, "For those who travel the martial world, faking death 　　is the most common method
to disappear temporarily ." He hadn't thought about what benefits Dong Haoran's actions would bring, 　　but now it was becoming clearer. 　　 "I... I should be happy, right? But... but why am I so scared?" Dong Shishi looked up 　　at Nie Yang, trying to get something from his expression, but found that his smile gave her nothing. 　　"Xiao Yangzi, what are you thinking about?" 　　 Nie Yang was silent for a moment before gently saying, "I'm thinking you should sleep. Maybe when you wake up, you'll find that 　　your father's situation was just your overthinking. You probably miss him too much." 　　 "Is that so?" Dong Shishi was confused by his words. Could it be that 　　the thing she had been worried about for so long was just wishful thinking caused by her longing for her father? 　　 Nie Yang placed his hands on her shoulders and back, gently pulling her close, and said, "You're tired, go to sleep early." 　　 Dong Shishi then remembered she still had important things to do, and immediately cursed herself inwardly as an idiot. But 　　trying to recapture the ambiguous atmosphere from before felt like something was missing. She was secretly annoyed and muttered 　　, "But...but I don't want to sleep yet." 　　 She wanted to pull herself together and start over, partly because she didn't want to lose too much to Liu Ting, and partly because she genuinely 　　longed for it, as restless as a parched field. But before she could even muster her energy, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, 　　a thick cloud of drowsiness washing over her. She yawned, struggling against the lethargy, and touched Nie Yang's chest with her small hand 　　. 　　 In the end, however, she couldn't resist the overwhelming sleepiness, and her breathing gradually became heavy and long. 　　 Nie Yang then removed his hand from her back, withdrew his inner energy, carefully placed her on the pillow, straightened her 　　disheveled clothes that were partially exposed on her shoulders, pulled the blanket over her, stood up by the bed, quietly watched her for a moment, then fastened 　　the buttons she had undone, turned and walked out of the room. 　　 Tian Qianqian's door was not bolted, and she was not resting. 　　 When Nie Yang opened the door and entered, she was sitting cross-legged on the bed, her palms facing upwards, eyes closed, practicing her internal energy. Hearing the door 　　open, she slowly gathered her breath and opened her mouth, smiling slightly, "Brother Nie, is that you?" 　　 Nie Yang hummed in response and sat down on a round stool to the side. 　　 Tian Qianqian opened her eyes, a slightly mocking smile on her face. "That's strange. Brother Nie, you were so quick tonight. 　　Or... did Miss Dong learn some kind of soul-stirring, bone-devouring technique since you came back?" 　　 Nie Yang simply replied, "She's exhausted. I didn't want her to force herself." 　　 "What, do you need to conserve your energy before making love with your husband?" Her tone suddenly 　　softened. "Or is it that you've lost the ability to suppress that evil technique, Brother Nie?" 　　 Nie Yang slowly said, "I don't know. Maybe I can't. Maybe I don't want to." 　　 Tian Qianqian's gaze darkened for a moment, then brightened again. She chuckled, placing her left foot under her knee and 　　extending her right foot forward, placing it on the edge of the bed. No one could deny that her feet were beautiful and alluring—slender, snow-white 　　soles, evenly shaped toes, soft, rosy heels, and rounded, delicate ankles. She 　　stretched one bare foot out by the bedside and gently swayed it. "So… Brother Nie, do you think I'm in good spirits?" 　　 She deliberately rubbed her leg against the bed, causing her petticoat to slide back, revealing a perfectly proportioned, fair, and firm calf 　　—not revealing anything beneath the skirt, yet still exuding enough allure. 　　 Nie Yang got up and walked to the bedside, sat down, and held her feet, placing them on his lap. "I need your help with something." 　　 She leaned back, tickling his hand with her toes, and giggled, "Of course I'd be happy to help you, 　　but I'm afraid you don't trust me." 　　 Nie Yang turned his head to look at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "I don't trust many people." 　　 Tian Qianqian looked directly at him and laughed, "Then when will you count me in? I've given 　　you my whole life, what more do you want? Besides, I can only help you have a baby too." 　　 Nie Yang said, "I just want you to..." 　　 Before he could finish, Tian Qianqian lunged forward, her soft, smooth hand covering his mouth, and giggled, " 　　No!" "Tell me, I don't care what's so important you have tonight, if you tell me, I won't help you. I 　　'll only listen when you wake up tomorrow morning." 　　 Nie Yang raised an eyebrow slightly, "Hmm?" 　　 Tian Qianqian leaned in and kissed the back of her hand with a half-smile, saying leisurely, "Since you have something to ask me, you 　　can't just abandon me like you abandoned Miss Dong." She stretched her arm across Nie Yang's face and said sweetly, "Brother Nie, 　　I've started practicing that Peach Blossom Skill again lately, and it seems like I'm progressing faster than before. Do you want to try 　　it?" 　　 Nie Yang placed his hand on her wrist, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. She already had a sparse amount of internal energy in her meridians, and 　　in such a short time, it could indeed be considered rapid progress. 　　 "You know... if we lost it all and started over, would it be even faster?" Tian Qianqian whispered in his ear, 　　breathing warm air, her right foot gently tickling his thigh through his trousers. 　　 This wasn't the allure of romantic love, but the seduction of the Netherworld Nine Revolutions Skill. Nie Yang's eyes narrowed, 　　a hint of wickedness appearing on his face. "Whether it'll be faster or not, we'll only know by trying." 　　 Tian Qianqian giggled, pulling her bare feet back and leaning against the wall on the bed. She 　　lightly bit her lower lip with her delicate white teeth and whispered, "I won't let you try. Anyway, there's a girl named Zhao living in the side room 　　, eagerly waiting to give it all to you. Go find her." 　　 As she said this, whether intentionally or unintentionally, as she moved back, she ruffled her already loose 　　robe, causing the neckline to shift slightly. And since she was completely naked underneath, without even a pocket, 　　a glimpse of her snow-white breasts immediately came into Nie Yang's view. 　　 He cried out, clutching his chest, letting the beautiful sight vanish in an instant. 　　 It was precisely this kind of woman's delicate body, just barely visible yet impossible to see, that was most alluring. Especially this...

Such a voluptuous, perfectly proportioned, and bonelessly supple body.
Nie Yang stared intently into her eyes, stood up by the bed, removed his shirt, revealing his strong, bandaged body
. As the cold, icy energy surged wildly, his muscles were constantly tightening and relaxing.
"Do you really have to wait until tomorrow morning to listen to me?" Nie Yang asked.
Tian Qianqian's eyes were already misty. She glanced at him sideways and said, "Whatever you say tomorrow morning,
I'll do as you please."
"Fine." He said, then flicked his palm, sending out a gust of wind that extinguished the flickering lamplight.
The moonlight was hazy, and her jade-like skin appeared even more alluring in the dim light. Before Tian Qianqian could even try any more of
her feigned indifference, she felt her arms tighten, and she was firmly held in Nie Yang's embrace. She had just let out a soft cry
when her lips felt a warmth as his tongue was drawn into her mouth, their tongues entwining in a soft, murmuring embrace.
A sudden tightness gripped her chest; through her thin undergarment, one of her full breasts was forcefully grasped. Tian Qianqian let out a soft moan
as her hands roamed up and down Nie Yang's taut back muscles.
His movements weren't gentle; they could be described as a slightly restrained wildness. Her nipples had barely trembled and hardened
when his fingers pinched and rubbed them.
But Tian Qianqian was still very pleased. This time, she hadn't used the Five Luos Enchanting Heart Sutra, and Nie Yang hadn't suffered a qi deviation or experienced
a sudden burst of lust. More importantly, he had just abandoned Dong Shishi and come to her room.
She didn't care what changes Nie Yang had undergone, nor did she care what the Netherworld Nine Revolutions Technique would take from her. All she
wanted for now was this result.
The stinging pain in her nipples gradually turned into a throbbing soreness. She struggled to cling to his back, breaking free from his kisses, and bit down hard
on his shoulder. Her teeth dug into his flesh, and she even felt
the rebound of his internal energy on her lips.
A muffled groan escaped Nie Yang's throat as he pressed forward, squeezing Tian Qianqian against the wall
. He lowered his head, nibbling at her neck. His bites were light, merely
leaving marks on her delicate, warm skin with his lips. A
subtle yet sharp tingling sensation shot through her pinched nipples. Tian Qianqian kissed the marks she had left,
savoring the novel stimulation of her inner energy swirling around the tips of her high, firm breasts. A tightening sensation ran through her groin, and she rubbed
her crossed legs together in pleasure, feeling the shy warmth slowly flowing out.
Perhaps it was because he had released his inner constraints, but Nie Yang's Netherworld Nine Revolutions Technique became skillful and precise.
The moment his hand slipped inside Tian Qianqian's open robe, she felt a wave of heat alternating with a chill in her dantian
, drawing all her strength in like a whirlpool in a river.
It's coming… it's coming… this is the feeling. Tian Qianqian gritted her teeth, her inner energy flowing around
her dantian. The nearby paradise began to twitch involuntarily,
rippling outwards like beautiful waves.
"Brother Nie..." she softly called, pulling him towards the bed.
Nie Yang lay down with her, feeling his inner energy largely gathered in his dantian. His hand slid down,
slipping inside her skirt. Beneath the lush pubic hair lay a plump, tender, juicy flower, two soft labia forming
a honeyed crevice, warm threads leading to a slippery depths. He gently pressed his fingers, sinking into a warm, moist
embrace, the jade gate gently sucking, an indescribable pleasure.
His fingertips stirred the spring water for a moment, then stretched out to explore. Tian Qianqian let out a
soft moan and buried her face in his chest, her jade body trembling slightly as she panted. With her twisting motion, the soft, tender spot his fingers touched suddenly tightened, sucking at
the base of his fingers.
This kind of fish-mouth-like sucking of the private parts, when it was his penis inside, was indescribably pleasurable.
Every part of his body was filled with the restlessness brought by the Ninefold Netherworld. Nie Yang withdrew his hand, his hands gripping her slender waist,
and he flipped her over to pin her down.
But she pushed his shoulder away, moaning, "Brother Nie, I...I'll do it." As she spoke,
she lifted her long, jade-like legs, her half-naked body already straddling Nie Yang's waist. She gathered her black hair into a bun behind her throat, leaned down and
lay on top of Nie Yang, their lips meeting in a playful tongue exchange, while her hands used to pull down his waistband.
Nie Yang let her take the lead, his hands tracing her bare skin, subtly arousing her
desire with his inner strength. He stroked her buttocks, then channeled another surge of inner energy into her tender, moist perineum,
teasing it.
Her clitoris swelled in waves, and Tian Qianqian, unable to bear it any longer, disregarded her
still-on undergarment and half-undone robe. She placed her hands on Nie Yang's chest, braced herself against his erect penis, gently rubbing it twice before
sinking in completely.
His fiery, erect member instantly penetrated her tender core, as if her internal organs
had been firmly pushed against it. The slight, dull pain was instantly overwhelmed by the overwhelming surge of passion
. A wave of dizziness washed over her. She let out a couple of soft moans, exhaled a long breath, and gasped, "Brother Nie,
now... now it feels like my intestines have shifted."
Nie Yang didn't reply, only stroking her high, firm breasts while breathing heavily.
The moment his penis touched her soft clitoris, it began to contract slightly on its own, and wisps of his breath
teased her incredibly sensitive spot like fine silk threads.
After sitting there to catch her breath, she felt a tingling sensation all over her body from the living, breathing penis. Tian Qianqian gritted her teeth, and before her back and legs went weak, she forced herself to sit up
, knees spread under her skirt, lifting her hips and waist.
The fleshy turtle, inserted deep inside, swelled like an umbrella, gripping her tightly, making her feel both swollen and beautiful. Her plump buttocks were barely lifted halfway,
yet the friction caused her breath to rumble and sweat to break out. A stifling
heat rose within her. She steadied her knees, removing her cumbersome robe to the side, half-suspending her body, hoping the bone-chilling tingling would subside.
But while she wanted to wait, Nie Yang had no such intention. He kneaded her smooth, supple breasts, his back arching,
and began thrusting upwards.
"Ah..." she cried out softly, her knees buckling as she knelt on him, completely utterly powerless.
Her inner energy and strength, already concentrated around her dantian, were now, under the influence of desire, her limbs naturally becoming limp,
white, alluring flesh, completely at his mercy.
Nie Yang held her buttocks, lifting her slender body, and after thrusting in and out of her overflowing flower cave for a while, he forcefully
plunged deep inside her, activating the Yin-Yang Balance Technique.
A sudden chill emanated from his burning shaft, the glans pressing tightly against the soft, tender flesh of her flower core, his
internal energy surging forth.
"Mmm... Ah! Ah ah..." Tian Qianqian frowned slightly, a smile playing on her lips, moaning as she buried her face in his chest
, her slender waist and plump buttocks trembling like wind chimes, her hands gripping the sheets as if trying to tear them off.
Her shallow internal energy had been cultivated and nurtured specifically for this moment; now, with her Yin energy gathered at the bottom of her acupoint, she
felt no panic, focusing solely on enjoying the ultimate pleasure brought by the Netherworld Nine Revolutions Technique.
Sensing the sudden tightening of her vaginal walls, which made his glans tingle, Nie Yang knew she had reached a crucial moment
of intense desire. He tightened his grip, lifting her plump buttocks again, and thrusting in and out with his inner strength
. This time, the movements were powerful and heavy, pulling her almost out when he pulled, and penetrating her sweet, moist depths when he entered. With each thrust,
his inner strength acted like a tangible sex toy, thoroughly ravaging the delicate layers of her vaginal canal
.
Tian Qianqian closed her eyes tightly, feeling as if she had ascended to a state of ecstasy, as if floating on clouds. All 36,000 pores on her body seemed
to open simultaneously, as if immersed in hot water. The muscles in her legs momentarily lost control, tightening forcefully inwards. Waves of
pleasure surged through her body, one after another. Then, the hard penis thrust in forcefully, pressing hard against her
limp, almost melting, clitoris. She let out a choked moan, whimpering as she arched her snowy back and tightened her
jade-like buttocks. A shiver ran through her heart, and her yin essence gushed forth.
She had never imagined that Nie Yang's current Netherworld Nine Revolutions technique would be so ferocious, even more powerful than during his previous madness
. This release left her utterly disoriented, almost fainting from the pleasure. Her nose was covered in sweat, and her tongue
had become icy cold.
"Ah...ha...ah...so...so beautiful..." Tian Qianqian seemed to have
all her strength drained away, gasping for breath, collapsing limply onto Nie Yang.
Nie Yang stroked her sweaty waist, quietly channeling the benefits he had received into his meridians, while his hard,
vibrant member remained inside her slippery flower.
"Brother Nie," she whispered in his ear, "you've made me so swollen."
Nie Yang hummed in response, laying her flat beside him. As his penis slipped out, it rubbed against her, causing her to tremble slightly and
let out two soft moans.
"Your essence hasn't been released, your qi and blood are still not calm, Brother Nie, are you going to rest already?" she said weakly,
touching his crotch with her soft, jade-like hand.
Nie Yang pulled the blanket over her waist and said, "You should rest. I'm fine, it's nothing."
Compared to the ultimate pleasure of ejaculation, the pleasure of inhalation is no less intense, and it lasts longer. It's just that it
lacks that brief moment of climax, and it takes longer for the desire to subside.
"How can it be nothing?" she said, feigning resentment. "If I can't even satisfy my own man during lovemaking,
it's a disgrace for a woman. Besides... if you spend your whole life telling me to rest, what if I'm
unlucky and grow old and lose my beauty? I won't even have a child to care for me. Wouldn't that be pitiful?"
Nie Yang smiled slightly and said, "Aren't you afraid? If I can't control myself, you'll be in great danger."
Tian Qianqian chuckled and said, "I'm not stupid. I can see that from the moment I met you until now, you
haven't been more lucid." Her hand caressed his chest, and she turned her head to kiss his arm, speaking softly.
"Whether this change is good or bad, I don't care. Since I only have the path of becoming a concubine in your Nie family left, I
only care if you become stronger."
Nie Yang was silent for a moment, then said lightly, "It's just a little bit of internal energy, not enough to talk about becoming stronger."
Tian Qianqian regained some strength, leaned her head over and kissed him near the wound on his armpit, then
bit him hard where she had kissed him, giggling, "Pretending to be stupid, you naturally know what I'm talking about. I'm going
to make this clear from the beginning, I don't care who you're after, I just..." " Let me give you a heads-up, that Miss Zhao isn't a
good target. Even if you want her skills, you can't have any other intentions. You don't have to believe me, but this is for your own
good."
Nie Yang smiled mockingly, "Then who do you think would be a good target?"
Tian Qianqian stretched her arms and leaned against his chest, smiling at him in the moonlight. Her slightly swollen, rosy lips parted slightly as
she whispered, "If I had to name one, it would naturally only be a disciple of Qingfeng Yanyu Tower."
Nie Yang frowned, slapped her buttocks, and said, "Don't joke like that."
"Alright, alright, I'll take it as a joke." Tian Qianqian deliberately put on a wronged expression, lowered
her head to suck and kiss Nie Yang's nipple, making him groan softly. Then, she raised her head with a smile and
said coquettishly, "We've gone off-topic, that won't do. You asked me if I was scared, and now I'll answer you,"
she said, rubbing her smooth, soft skin against his erect penis while panting, "To die under the cypress tree is
to be a romantic ghost." After saying that, she couldn't help but laugh, "See, wouldn't you say I'm incredibly audacious?"
A hint of amusement flashed in Nie Yang's eyes. He flipped over, pressing the half-naked body beneath him, and with a tug,
pulled the petticoat down to her ankles. Tian Qianqian bent her knees and kicked the petticoat aside, her breasts heaving, her face flushed, and her eyes full of spring-like desire as she
slightly raised her head. Her delicate tongue darted out from her lips, gently teasing the area around Nie Yang's Adam's apple.
Nie Yang slightly lowered his waist, and his hard tip was sucked into the tender vaginal opening. With a gentle push, he easily
squeezed into that mound of solidified honey. Tian Qianqian let out a soft moan, raising her pink buttocks high and wrapping her beautiful bare feet around
his waist, her serpentine waist twisting to meet his thrusts.
His inner energy stirred again with the burning desire, and Nie Yang no longer hesitated, lowering himself and thrusting rapidly. With the aid of the Netherworld
Nine Revolutions Technique, his penis was extremely fierce. Although it lacked that trace of alluring coldness, it gained a powerful yang
energy. Tian Qianqian's flower core was soft and not yet closed. After a few dozen thrusts, she was pounded until her whole body was flushed and covered in fragrant sweat. In the blink of an eye, the tide of passion
surged, but she dared not make a sound. She hurriedly stuffed a wad of cloth into her mouth and bit it. Her dark eyes
rolled slightly in pleasure, and fragrant saliva flowed. Her slender fingers gripped Nie Yang's back, whimpering as she dug several bloody marks.
At the peak of her private parts, the entrance suddenly became seven parts tight and three parts slippery. Nie Yang used his hands to push her
knees apart, her private parts wide open. In the moonlight, even the delicate, overflowing flower bud was clearly visible. His engorged dragon was
perfectly embedded within, squeezing out drops of honey-like fluid. He took a breath, not pausing for a moment, his muscles taut like
iron, moving with powerful, sweeping thrusts.
His hard thighs slapped against Tian Qianqian's shapely buttocks, making her two snow-white mounds of flesh sway like water bags.
The lingering waves were immediately followed by the next, splashing against her tender, aching heart.
"Ugh! Ooh! Ugh—!" With a long moan, she climaxed again, her buttocks and thighs hot and sticky,
almost as if she had lost control of her bladder. She had never experienced such pleasure before, wishing she could melt into Nie Yang's arms
.
She didn't know how many times she had been tossed to the crest of the wave; her mind was becoming hazy before she finally felt
that strong, hot current in her abdomen. Her heart shuddered from the surge, and she gritted her teeth, climaxing once more.
Only when the throbbing member stopped and finally calmed down inside her did she let out a long breath, spitting the cloth
out of her mouth and panting heavily.
Nie Yang, also covered in sweat, relaxed and lay on top of Tian Qianqian, his head resting on her soft, fragrant
breasts, slowly catching his breath.
"You...your thing is getting more and more ferocious." Tian Qianqian touched her chest with
lingering fear, her heart still pounding. At the peak of pleasure, it felt as if even her heartbeat had stopped. "Did you secretly use
your internal energy? How...how come just a few rubs made me so itchy and weak that I couldn't even use my legs?"
Nie Yang steadied his breathing, rolled over and lay down to one side, putting his hands behind his head, and said, "Didn't I tell you,
if I can't control myself, you're in big danger?"
Tian Qianqian smiled and said, "So, you controlled yourself just now, or...?"
Nie Yang closed his eyes and pulled the blanket over them. Naked, he laughed, "Aren't you supposed to be very clever?
Guess for yourself."
Tian Qianqian snorted, leaned over and bit his ear hard, then wrapped her arms around his and leaned against him
, closing her eyes and whispering, "I'm not going to guess. If you're willing, then kill me." She smiled
and continued, "Anyway, I'm not the one who needs help tomorrow morning."
The next morning, Tian Qianqian, who was woken up early by Nie Yang, was naturally very unhappy. She had been
exhausted the night before, with a sore back and weak legs. When she pressed her legs together, her groin would throb. She had only slept for two or three hours,
which was far from enough.
Only after hearing that Nie Yang had asked her for help did her anger turn to joy. She teased, "What, Brother Nie, does this
mean you finally believe me?"
Nie Yang straightened his clothes and smiled, "Of course. Otherwise, why would I ask you for help?"
Tian Qianqian's eyes darted around, and she laughed, "Liar! You clearly know I don't have a chance to go out and see anyone. When did you
start saying such sweet things?"
Nie Yang smiled gently, leaned down and kissed her forehead, and said softly, "From the moment I realized I used to be such a fool
. Do you believe me?"
Looking at his gentle smiling face, Tian Qianqian felt a sudden flutter in her heart for some reason. She composed herself and forced a
charming smile, "I believe you, I believe whatever you say." She said, half-jokingly and half-seriously.
"However, I still think the old Brother Nie who always said he couldn't believe me was cuter."
Nie Yang got up and walked towards the door, laughing, "That just means you've become stupid."
Dong Shishi slept until late morning before finally waking up. When she went to the hall for dinner, she saw Tian Qianqian looking listless and
weak, with a conspicuous, almost glaring, bright red mark on the side of her white, jade-like neck. Her expression immediately darkened,
and she became listless, barely eating anything.
Nie Yang coaxed her gently for a while before she finally managed to smile. Tian Qianqian had won the first round,
so she didn't say anything more and calmly watched from the side.
Murong Ji didn't return to this place until this afternoon with two unfamiliar young men. Judging from his tired expression and
the injury on his forehead, he had obviously been through a fierce battle.
"Brother Nie, I'm afraid we can't go to Peacock County." Murong Ji's face was grave as
he briefly recounted the events of the past few days to Nie Yang. Yan Zhuxue was ruthless; the Northern Three Halls, with only three main hall masters and six deputy hall masters—nine in total—
had issued four secret orders in a single night. Conversely, Qiu Sui had been effectively sidelined by the Heavenly Dao. Reports indicated that two leaders far
above Qiu Sui had arrived within a ten-mile radius, and the mutual killings of the previous two days had temporarily ended.
A large influx of martial artists into Peacock County made it difficult to determine which were members of the Heavenly Dao, which were misled
, and which were simply there for the spectacle.
Those who were openly present were either dead or in hiding; in just three days, the city had completely changed. Murong
Ji had barely managed to escape temporarily, deliberately taking a long detour, but was still tracked down by two assassins.
One of them was dead and the other wounded, and he also lost a brother.
"With the protection of Senior Hua here, it's much safer than inside the city. Brother Nie, you should
focus on recovering from your injuries these next few days. In case a fierce battle really breaks out, having one more person means having one more force." Murong Ji said to
the two young men beside him, "Xiao Zhao, A Zhou, you two are responsible for guarding the inner courtyard. If anything happens,
one of you must escape to the county city to find me."
Nie Yang had been listening silently, but now he looked at the swords at the waists of the two young men, sized
them up, and said, "They've come at the right time. I was originally thinking of asking you to bring two people to help. This village is full of gossips, and
if we really need to buy..." "Finding an inside accomplice isn't difficult, and having a couple more people around will give me some peace of mind." Before Murong
Ji could speak, he continued, "That way, I can head south with peace of mind."
Murong Ji was slightly surprised and raised an eyebrow, "Brother Nie, you're heading south?"
Nie Yang nodded, "I'm going to Qingfeng Yanyu Tower. Xing Suiying has probably already set off, and I can't just wait
for Yue'er to suffer."
Murong Ji said with difficulty, "But Miss Liu... judging from her suspicious behavior these past few days, Xing Suiying probably had
Wu Yan take Miss Liu to hide in the county town, and while the situation is critical and both sides are preoccupied, he intends to lure her away..."
"Go into the city." He pondered, "Since he wants to keep you in Peacock County, as long as you don't leave, there
's a 50% chance Miss Liu will be alright. But if people find out you've left, she'll be in grave danger. Brother Nie, you'd
better think it over carefully."
Yun Panqing, seeing Nie Yang's gaze turn to her, quickly nodded and said, "Murong is right. You should
go to Qingfeng Yanyu Tower. Once we rescue Sister Liu, I can take you there anytime. Sister Yue'er is
perfectly safe over there."
Nie Yang glanced around, seeing that almost everyone in the hall was listening. Except for Tian Qianqian, who was tired and had already returned to her room, and
Hua Muzhen, who was still refusing guests, even the maids, servants, and the strong men sweeping the grounds were busy in the courtyard. He
shook his head with a wry smile, stood up, and said, "Brother Murong, let's find a quiet place to talk slowly." Zhao
Yujing snorted and turned her head away, no longer looking this way. Dong Shishi blinked, unsure whether to follow.
Yun Panqing was about to get up when Nie Yang said, "Brother Zhao, it's good that Brother Zhou is here. Panqing, you should rest first."
Yun Panqing could only stamp her foot and sit down helplessly.
"Sister Dong, why don't you go over and listen? If they start arguing, you can try to mediate." Yun Panqing thought for
a moment and said to Dong Shishi.
Dong Shishi shook her head, twisting her handkerchief, and said in a muffled voice, "No, I used to be always curious about this
and that, but I didn't know that knowing more about the world isn't always better. I'd rather not understand anything
, and whatever Xiaoyangzi says is fine." Knowing that
something must have happened between Dong Shishi and Nie Yang, otherwise
the Second Miss Dong, whose emotions couldn't even last overnight, wouldn't be so listless. Yun Panqing couldn't bear to rely on her help any longer, so she got up and went outside
, wondering if she should eavesdrop at the other door.
If Murong Ji really was persuaded to let Nie Yang go to Qingfeng Yanyu Tower, it would probably be exactly what Xing Suiying wanted.
After piecing together the events, she vaguely felt that there was a trap. Xing Suiying had brutally murdered Nie Qingyi in front of Nie Yang,
so Nie Yang must be filled with hatred. Wouldn't he most likely disregard such an obvious delaying tactic?
Moreover, given Xing Suiying's previous practice of handling all important matters personally, if it really was a ruse... Liao Xin was determined to keep Nie Yang
in Peacock County, and wouldn't leave with just his trusted confidants. He would at least confirm that Nie Yang had already
begun searching for people before setting off. Therefore, if Nie Yang really wanted to find Xing Suiying, he was probably in the county town,
waiting to confirm Nie Yang's movements.
Having suffered so many losses at that guy's hands, Nie Yang shouldn't be unaware of this; even if he wasn't, Murong
Ji should have been. Yun Panqing comforted herself, staring anxiously at the door.
Tian Qianqian was resting in the room where they had been talking. It seemed that, unknowingly, Miss Tian had become
a trusted confidante that Nie Yang didn't need to avoid. Yun Panqing began to feel uneasy, her frustration deepening.
"So you really have your eye on that boy surnamed Nie?" Zhao Yujing had appeared at the door, leaning against
a pillar, her almond-shaped eyes glancing at her sideways. "Then you should work with me even more. If Nie Yang can't get his revenge, do you
think he can live a normal life peacefully?" "You should understand, I'm just like him, one
of the people who most want Xing Suiying dead." She must have thought about it for a long time; although she spoke slowly, she did so very fluently.
"So what?" Yun Panqing deliberately avoided her opening statement and retorted, "I also hope he can
take revenge, but not in the way you're thinking."
Zhao Yujing sneered, "How do you know what method I'm thinking?
What's wrong with me willingly offering up my hard-earned internal energy to ask him to help me take revenge? I'm not offering myself up to gain a position among you women.
Your repeated obstruction is simply absurd."
Yun Panqing snorted, her eyes sweeping across Zhao Yujing's face like lightning, and said, "Do you think your thoughts are hard to guess?
With just your internal energy, he still can't defeat Xing Suiying. At most, he can catch up to him. Then you'll definitely encourage him
to absorb the internal energy of others. After a few times, even if his internal energy doesn't go awry, his mind will go astray."
"You're only concerned with your own revenge, so you probably don't care what will happen to him in the future, right?"
Zhao Yujing stared intently at her and said, "This is simply an eye for an eye. Without this method,
even if that guy surnamed Nie is a genius, he'd need to train hard for another ten years to kill Xing Suiying. I'm afraid that by then, whether Xing Suiying can
be found or not is another matter, he'll have already gone mad."
Yun Panqing's tone couldn't help but become a little anxious. "You don't need to worry about these things. When it really comes down to a decisive battle,
we will naturally help him."
"Help him?" Zhao Yujing sneered. "If you really want to help him, giving him all your internal energy is the fastest
way. Then he can kill Xing Suiying with a single blow and avenge his great grudge. By then, his martial arts will be highly skilled, and as his woman,
it won't matter if you lose your skills, right?"
Yun Panqing was even more annoyed and retorted, "You truly are Zhao Yudi's sister. All you see and talk about are
evil techniques and matters of love.
It's truly baffling that Xing Suiying kept your inner strength instead of using it as a snack."
Zhao Yujing's eyes flashed, and she said, "His inner strength is now unfathomable; it's not
impossible that he disdains my meager amount. Besides, my Yin meridians are different from ordinary people; I have a Xuanhan physique. He's tasted all the beauties of the martial world; perhaps I
just don't suit his taste."
"Oh?" Yun Panqing raised an eyebrow slightly and sneered, "In that case, it's a waste of your good physique.
If you had a good master to teach you, learning extremely Yin inner techniques like Phoenix Elixir Hundred Refinements or Snowfield Ice Soul, wouldn't you be considered a
master? After practicing for ten or eight years, you might even avenge your great grudge. Wouldn't that be better?" "
Women are inherently less physically capable when practicing martial arts. External martial arts and powerful, yang-dominant internal energy techniques are unlikely to yield significant
progress. Therefore, they are forced to choose yin-dominant internal energy techniques compatible with their constitution. These yin-yang harmonizing internal energy
techniques, including orthodox Xuanmen mental cultivation methods, are only mastered by a select few with exceptional talent or remarkable patience .
Nature dictates that yin and yang complement each other in all things. Even if a woman's constitution is yin, she still retains yang energy, just as a man practicing yin-
dominant internal energy techniques would. This slight difference in constitution and blood often becomes the final obstacle to reaching the peak of cultivation.
Some women with extremely yin and yin bloodlines are almost unaffected by yang energy; they are often referred to as having a 'mysterious yin body,' which is considered a superior internal energy source."
A strong physique can be considered an exceptional talent, and only one or two out of ten women possess this
quality. Yun Panqing benefited from this, allowing her internal energy cultivation to progress smoothly. However, the Xuanhan physique is extremely rare, even among those with exceptionally high physiques. While
Yun Panqing needed five years to build a foundation for cultivating the same Yin-based internal energy, this type of woman could likely achieve it in less than four years—at least 20
% faster. It is said that these women share several interesting commonalities: first, they are often exceptionally
beautiful, at least strikingly so; second, they possess an innate allure that men find irresistible; third, they are prone to illness,
and even with significant martial arts achievements, they often suffer from incurable diseases as they age; and fourth, they have great difficulty conceiving, and nine out of ten women end
up childless after marriage.
She understood this all too well, for her master, Xie Yanyu, was a living example. Her master had sought medical help
for many years, yet still could not relieve this legendary swordswoman from the torment of illness.
Reminded of her master by Zhao Yujing's words, Yun Panqing turned away
, unwilling to say anything more, wondering if her master's health was improving. She ignored Zhao Yujing's subsequent words
.
She had thought Nie Yang and Murong Ji wouldn't talk for long, but two hours passed and
they still hadn't emerged from the room. Seeing A Zhou standing stiffly at the door like a guard, she didn't dare approach.
After waiting so long, Dong Shishi was also puzzled. She walked over to Yun Panqing, tugged at her sleeve, and
asked, "What are Xiao Yang and the others talking about? Why are they still talking?"
Yun Panqing listened intently, and with the help of her internal energy, she could vaguely hear some sounds. It did seem like someone was still talking
. "They're still talking, I don't know where they're arguing." She guessed that Murong Ji was unwilling to let
Nie Yang go south, and the two sides were trying to persuade each other endlessly.
"Aren't you even going to eat?" Dong Shishi looked like she was about to rush out and cook a bowl of porridge to force her way in.
Yun Panqing quickly pulled her back, saying, "Then let's go prepare it first. If he still doesn't come out, we'll eat first.
We'll leave some leftovers for them later to vent your anger."
Dong Shishi huffed and puffed out angrily, then accompanied her to the side courtyard, looking a bit more energetic. Yun Panqing
couldn't help but think that it would be good to make Dong Shishi angry again; it would be better for her to throw a tantrum than to
look like she'd been ripped out of her mind.
Halfway through their meal, Xiao Zhao and A Zhou walked in silently and stood on either side of the door. A moment later, Murong Ji
walked in with a furrowed brow and said in a deep voice, "Miss Yun, you may have to trouble yourself with things here."
Yun Panqing was startled and even dropped her chopsticks on the table. "Where is Brother Nie?"
Murong Ji sighed and said with some helplessness, "He's going with me to a secret
outpost outside Peacock County tonight. Tomorrow morning, we'll cross the main road of Peacock County and head south by force."
"What?" Yun Panqing was utterly bewildered. "Sending him south wasn't a good idea already, why does he have to
go through the city?"
Murong Ji said, "Nie Yang felt it wouldn't be right to leave without helping, so he wanted to use himself as bait to lure out some of the
enemies hiding in the shadows. That's one reason." He glanced at Zhao Yujing, then at the servants outside the door, hesitated
for a moment, and continued, "Xing Suiying might not have left yet, hiding in the shadows observing Nie Yang's movements. His
forced journey south is also a signal to Xing Suiying to respond, urging him to take the next step. That's the second reason.
In addition, this forced journey is also a test of Dong Fan."
Yun Panqing's eyes were anxious as she said, "What kind of reasons are these? How could you be swayed by him? Sister Liu
is still in the enemy's hands. His rash southward journey means Sister Liu has lost all value as a hostage. What will she do
?" "Have you considered this? He went to act as bait; who knows when the fish will bite? Can you arrange for people to ambush him five or
ten miles away, all the way to Qingfeng Yanyu Tower? Xing Suiying is cautious and careful; he definitely hasn't left yet.
As long as Brother Nie doesn't make a move, he can keep him in the county city."
Zhao Yujing suddenly interrupted, "Miss Yun, you're being too selfish.
The person Xing Suiying is willing to kill at any cost is none other than Nie Yue'er, who's a guest at your Qingfeng Yanyu Tower
. Who can predict whether he'll leave or not? Perhaps he's already around Qingfeng Yanyu Tower, waiting for an opportunity to strike!"
Zhao Yujing was certain of Nie Yue'er's importance in Nie Yang's heart, and her words were resolute. Yun Panqing's mind was in turmoil
, and she opened her mouth to retort, but fortunately, she remembered that she couldn't let a quarrel affect the relationship between Nie Yang and his sister, so
she swallowed all her words. She was still young, and it was incredibly difficult for her to hold back her anger; her pretty face turned red, and she even
bit her lower lip until it turned white .
Murong Ji, looking slightly weary, advised, "Don't argue anymore. Since Brother Nie has already made his decision,
arguing like this is futile. Tonight, we'll stay at the post station outside the North Gate to deliver the message into the city, and we'll act tomorrow morning
. This place isn't exactly a foolproof safe haven. Miss Tian has prepared some self-defense tools,
which I'll distribute to everyone tonight. Please keep them safe for any eventuality."
Zhao Yujing stood up and said, "I also want to go south with Nie Yang. If Nie Yang kills Xing Suiying this time, and I can't
witness his execution, I'll regret it for the rest of my life." "And," she cleared her throat, concealing the slight embarrassment in her voice
, "with my help, his chances of winning will be much greater."
Yun Panqing couldn't help but say, "Your help is actually doing him a disservice." She looked at Murong Ji, "
Brother Murong, I'll go help Brother Nie. My injuries are almost healed, and besides, none of you
know Qingfeng Yanyu Tower better than me."
Murong Ji shook his head and slowly said, "None of you need to go. Nie Yang doesn't intend to fight Xing Suiying
to the death near Qingfeng Yanyu Tower. He's going mainly to bring back his sister."
Bring her back? Yun Panqing felt a vague unease. Considering Nie Yang's recent change, and thinking that Yue'er was also
a woman with a deep-seated hatred and impressive martial arts skills, plus her extremely close relationship with Nie Yang, though only nominally
siblings, Nie Yang's purpose in this trip was probably more than just bringing back a sister. But this was just her guess,
and since it concerned matters of great importance, she dared not speak frankly. She could only say, "Then... there will definitely be a battle on the way south tomorrow. Since I
have recovered from my injuries, I can go and help, right?"
Murong Ji frowned and said, "Your internal injuries cannot possibly have healed. Let's forget about it."
Yun Panqing quickly replied, "My internal strength isn't particularly formidable; it's enough to unleash the full power of my swordsmanship
. Wouldn't it be good to have another helper at a time like this?"
Murong Ji glanced back, then turned back and said, "In that case, you'll have to stay at the inn with us
tonight. This village has many eyes and ears; there might be spies from somewhere. If we leave from here, they
'll be more likely to be prepared." He paused and sighed, "However, you'll still have to come back with A-Zhou and Xiao Zhao afterwards
. There aren't many experts here; we'll rely entirely on the three of you."
Yun Panqing was still secretly calculating in her mind, but said aloud, "Yes, I understand."
Murong Ji glanced at her and said in a deep voice, "There's no time to lose; let's set off now. The longer we wait ..." " The later it gets,
the more ambushes we might encounter." He walked to Dong Shishi's side and said softly, "Nie Yang told me to remind you
not to lose your temper these next few days, and not to wander around. Be careful to protect yourself, and spend more time with Tian Qianqian."
Dong Shishi felt a pang of sadness and said sullenly, "Why didn't he come to tell me himself? He... he doesn't even want
to talk to me anymore?"
Murong Ji smiled bitterly, "He's afraid that if he talks to you a few more words, he'll waver in his determination to go south. Alright, we're
leaving." He added hastily in a very low voice, "Remember, be careful of Zhao Yujing."
Dong Shishi was stunned, and secretly glanced at Zhao Yujing, not understanding what was going on. She met Zhao Yujing's cold gaze,
her heart trembled, and she nodded and softly hummed in agreement.
Yun Panqing tucked the Qingfeng Ancient Sword into her waistband and went out with Nie Yang and the other three. Several fine horses were already prepared outside the door.
They chose five and, taking advantage of the still bright moonlight, whipped them and rode away.
All the way, she kept thinking about how to persuade Nie Yang again. She knew that if something really happened to Liu Ting this time
, even if he finally got his revenge, he would be burdened with guilt for the rest of his life. His current state of mind was already somewhat abnormal, and if
the bad news about Liu Ting were deliberately leaked to him, the consequences would be unimaginable.
But Nie Yang seemed to know what she was going to say. Several times when she urged her horse forward, he whipped it a few more times, still
leading far ahead. On the other hand, Xiao Zhao and A Zhou always protected her on both sides, mostly worried that she
wouldn't be able to react in time to a surprise attack while she was injured.
The post station they stopped at was run by the government, but it wasn't controlled by the Heavenly Dao. As soon as the servants on duty saw Murong
Ji, they hurriedly closed the gate and extinguished the lanterns at the entrance. Judging from his whispered words to Murong Ji, he
was probably reporting the situation in the county town.
"In just a few hours, more than a dozen lives have been lost." Murong Ji sat
in the inner hall with Xiao Zhao and A Zhou, his brows furrowed. Nie Yang had gone to bed early for the next morning, so Yun Panqing, troubled by her own thoughts, became his listener.
"What happened?"
Murong Ji said slowly, "Dong Fan still seems to distrust Bai Jiyu. He made him identify more than a dozen people
from the Heavenly Dao, and then had someone pass them on to Steward Yan."
Yun Panqing trembled slightly and whispered, "What about Senior Sister...?"
"These people are all dead." Murong Ji's face was sorrowful as he said in a deep voice, "They were all newcomers to the martial world, thinking that following
the Heavenly Dao would give them a chance to make a name for themselves. In the end, they became sacrifices used by the Heavenly Dao to keep Bai Jiyu a pawn
."
"Senior Sister knew they were sacrifices, so why did you still..."
Murong Ji waved his hand, "No matter who they are, they are all people of the Heavenly Dao, here to oppose us.
If you let them go today, their swords will be at your throat without hesitation for even a moment. Your Senior Sister
is also... Alas, Steward Yan has also learned from past experiences, which is why he has become like this."
Yun Panqing smiled bitterly and said, "If it were me, I would probably have done the same. I was a little flustered today, and if I said
anything inappropriate, then I really apologize."
Murong Ji slowly said, "Brother Nie, actually..." He thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Never mind,
it's getting late, Miss Yun, you should go and rest. I still need to arrange some things with the brothers here."
Yun Panqing nodded, then took out a letter from her sleeve and said, "Brother Murong, then I also need your
help... " "I need your help. My senior sister and I never seem to have a proper chance to talk. I've written a letter here; could you please give it
to her for me?"
Murong Ji nodded and accepted it. "Of course, I'll do my best. Miss Yun has also done a lot for Brother Nie. I'll definitely thank you
on behalf of the Master when I have the chance."
Yun Panqing glanced thoughtfully at the door and said lightly, "No need. If anyone should be thanking
someone, it's me who should be thanking you. I just don't know if the person I'm representing is satisfied."
Murong Ji smiled slightly and said, "Are you talking about Miss Nangong Pan?"
Yun Panqing stiffened and looked sideways. "Brother Nie mentioned her to you?"
Murong Ji shook his head and said, "Don't forget my master's identity."
Yun Panqing was taken aback, then chuckled. "Yes, I almost forgot. Your Master is
the son of the last head of the Nangong family. So, in that sense, he's my young lady's cousin."
"Your young lady?" Murong Ji raised an eyebrow and asked in return.
Yun Panqing nodded, but didn't want to talk more. She stood up, stroking the scabbard at her waist, her tone unconsciously
softening, "I'm going to rest."
The night was calm and peaceful, the moon bright and the stars few.
But fate is unpredictable. As the rooster crowed to light up the sky, leaden clouds rolled across the heavens, the wind whipped up the budding leaves, and
a fresh, damp air filled the air. Yun Panqing touched her dry clothes with a troubled expression, knowing that a storm was brewing, and
no one could escape it.
Nie Yang was already waiting outside, one sword at his waist and another on his back, carrying two longswords at his sides. His sleeves and
leggings were neatly tied, and he waited expressionlessly.
Xiao Zhao was the last to emerge. He held his sword in his left hand, leaped onto his horse, and
rode ahead.
Yun Panqing still wanted to speak to Nie Yang, but still had no chance to open her mouth. Five fast horses quickly approached
the towering, cold walls of Peacock County.
"The guards have no confirmed identities, just subdue them," Murong Ji ordered from his horse. A Zhou
responded, leaping onto his saddle and flying towards the seven or eight guards at the gate.
"A rioter has entered..." The constable in the lead hadn't finished speaking when Ah Zhou's sword sheath struck his forehead, causing him to groan
and fall backward.
Ah Zhou, using the momentum, extended his arm forward and with a swift movement, knocked the wooden gate barrier aside. The rabble scattered in panic
. He leaped up, his mount arriving just in time, and he mounted steadily, galloping into the city.
"I spread the word yesterday that Brother Nie will be passing through here this morning on his way south. Everyone be careful and watch out for anyone you don't recognize
," Murong Ji said in a deep voice, his right hand gripping the reins tightly, his left hand clutching a hidden weapon, his mind focused and on guard.
The main north-south street of Peacock County was extremely wide, usually bustling with merchants. However, due to the recent spate of murders, ordinary
people wisely stayed indoors, which reduced the hassle of identifying thieves. Those still strolling along the street
were mostly martial arts practitioners, some openly carrying swords, others concealing weapons, and still possessing a solid gait and internal strength.
It's always wise to treat any unfamiliar face as an enemy.
Li Xiao's ginseng disciples had already left the day before yesterday, so those who would attack Nie Yang today must be from the Heavenly Dao.
In the blink of an eye, the five fast horses had reached the central intersection of the county town. To the west was the renowned Qinglanggan Market
, and to the east was the government office and the prefectural governor's residence.
The five horses galloped past without stopping. Yun Panqing breathed a slight sigh of relief and said, "It seems the Heavenly Dao doesn't intend to make
a move within the county town." She always felt that if the Heavenly Dao wanted to kill Nie Yang, ambushing him on the southward path would be a more
prudent choice.
Murong Ji shook his head and said, "Both sides are on high alert. They won't send men on a long
ambush just for one person. If they send Brother Nie ten miles outside the county and still haven't seen the enemy, then they've probably received orders
to let him go for now. Then we can both rest assured."
A Zhou sneered from the side and said, "Young master, it seems you can't be at ease."
The five horses neighed and stopped in unison. Looking ahead, they saw more than ten men in black-faced, close-fitting clothes
standing in the middle of the street, holding weapons. Nearly thirty dark eyes were fixed on Nie Yang on his horse.
Murong Ji lowered his voice and said, "Be careful, this might just be bait."
Yun Panqing looked around. A few martial arts practitioners were scattered along the streets and alleys, and it was impossible to tell friend from foe.
They all stopped and stared at this direction, their eyes flickering
. She gripped her sword hilt and asked, "What should we do?" Murong Ji hesitated for a moment, then a cold glint appeared in his eyes. He said in a deep voice, "Subdue them first. If you can't subdue them,
kill them on the spot."
With a few shouts, five fast horses reared up again. Murong Ji waved his left hand, and a black light shot out. A Zhou and Xiao Zhao drew their swords
and stood guard on either side of Nie Yang. Yun Panqing sighed softly and slowly drew her Qingfeng Ancient Sword.
On that cold blade, who knows how much crimson will be stained...
Chapter Sixty-One
(Part One)
Tian Qianqian looked directly at him and laughed, "When will you count me in? I've given
you my whole body, what more do you want? And then, I can only help you have a baby too."
"Let's put that aside for now, I can afford to give birth but not raise it."
(Part Two)
A thin mist had already clouded Tian Qianqian's eyes. She looked at him sideways and said, "Whatever you say tomorrow morning,
I'll do as you say."
"Okay." After he finished speaking, he turned around and pushed out a gust of wind, extinguishing the flickering lamplight.
The next day, all of the Tian family's businesses were transferred to the Nie family.
(III)
Nie Yang smiled slightly and said, "Aren't you afraid? If I can't control myself, you'll be in big danger."
Tian Qianqian chuckled and said, "What's there to be afraid of? You can't even control your Blink Dagger and Tidehunter. I just won't play with you anymore
."
(Non-Dota players can ignore this.)
(IV)
Murong Ji didn't return to this place until this afternoon with two unfamiliar young men. Judging from his tired expression and
the wound on his forehead, he had obviously gone through a fierce battle.
“Brother Nie, I’m afraid we can’t go to Peacock County.”
“Why?”
“They opened more than a dozen checkpoints to collect tolls, and after a few trips in and out, I’m bankrupt.”
(V)
Murong Ji was slightly surprised and raised his eyebrows, “Brother Nie, you’re going south?”
Nie Yang nodded, “I’m going to Qingfeng Yanyu Tower. Xing Suiying has probably already set off, and I can’t just wait and
let Yue’er suffer for nothing.”
“Then you are…”
“I’m going to go and watch.”
(VI)
Zhao Yujing’s eyes flashed, and she said, “His internal strength is now unfathomable, so it’s not
impossible that he would look down on my little bit. Besides, my Yin Meridian is different from ordinary people, so I can be considered a Xuanhan Body.”
“Oh?” Yun Panqing raised her eyebrows slightly and sneered, “Then in the summer, it would be refreshing to use you to serve dishes.”
(VII)
Murong Ji, looking slightly weary, advised, “Don’t argue anymore. Since Brother Nie has already made his decision, such
arguing is futile. Tonight, we will stay at the post station outside the North Gate to deliver the message into the city, and we will make our move tomorrow morning
. This place is not a completely safe place. Miss Tian has prepared some self-defense items,
which will be distributed to everyone tonight. Please keep them safe for any eventuality.”
“What kind of items are they?”
“Oh… they are all high-quality Western Region items, things like Jissbon and Durex.”
“…
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