【Azure Sea and Ink Edge - Volume One】【Part Four】

Chapter Six: Flying Swallow and
Willow Fragrance Watching Mo Tianhen and Xue Mengying depart, Yan Shiyuan removed his black clothes, changed back into his original attire, and used his Swift Wind Movement Technique to quickly return to the Righteous Qi Altar.
At the residence of the Vice Altar Master of the Righteous Qi Altar, Yan Shiyuan strode through the gates. The Yuwen family servants, recognizing the Altar Master, bowed respectfully.
Yan Shiyuan excused everyone from their formalities and asked, "Has your young master been going anywhere lately?"
One of the servants thought for a moment and replied, "The young master never lets us follow him when he goes out, so we don't really know where he goes. But yesterday, he went back and forth to the restaurant near our house twice."
"Twice?"
"Yes, the young master came back once, and a moment later, Uncle Hu rushed out, and then the young master rushed into the restaurant as well."
After hearing this, Yan Shiyuan asked again, "Where is Uncle Hu now?"
"After the master's accident, he's been taking care of him in his room."
In the altar master's bedroom, Yuwen Zheng lay on his back on the couch, his face purple, unconscious. A middle-aged man dressed as a doctor was taking his pulse, while Uncle Hu watched anxiously from a short distance away.
Just then, a gust of wind swept through the doorway, and a figure in white gracefully floated to the bedside and asked, "Doctor Chen, how is Yuwen?"
The middle-aged physician withdrew his hand from taking Yuwen's pulse, his face grave, and said, "It's not poisoning, but rather a Gu poison."
"Gu?" Yan Shiyuan's eyes sharpened, the word "Southern Frontier!" flashing through his mind, but he asked aloud, "Do you recognize what kind of Gu poison it is?"
"The Gu poisons of the Southern Frontier are incredibly diverse, with countless forms and varieties. This is because the owners, the Gu larvae, and the cultivation methods differ, resulting in an extremely complex network. Even after years of dealing with Gu poison in the army, I still cannot recognize them all."
Yan Shiyuan's expression hardened, and he said in a deep voice, "Is there any way to cure it?"
Doctor Chen said, "To cure Gu, one needs someone who has planted it. However, this person seems to be less skilled, using a less potent Gu worm, and its effects seem familiar. I think if I can find its cultivation method or cultivation container, I can prepare the medicine to kill the Gu worm. However… based on experience, this Gu should take effect in about three days. Although I have a way to extend the onset time to seven days,..." Finding the person who
cast the Gu poison in the vast Qingluo is incredibly difficult. Besides, that person might have already fled far away…” Yan Shiyuan stopped him, saying, “Don’t worry, I will do my best to investigate. You just do your best to prolong the effects of the Gu poison. I’ll handle the rest.” Doctor Chen agreed, “Alright, I’ll go prepare the medicine right away.”
As soon as the army doctor left, Uncle Hu knelt down before Yan Shiyuan with a sorrowful expression, his cloudy eyes filled with tears, and said, “Master, I’ve only been gone for a short while, and my master has suffered like this. Please, Master, for the sake of our past camaraderie, you must save my master!” His words were full of self-reproach, which moved Yan Shiyuan deeply.
Yan Shiyuan helped the old man up and comforted him gently, "Uncle Hu, don't worry. Yuwen and I are sworn brothers; I will never stand idly by."
Then he asked, "Uncle Hu, what did you do today? Who did you meet? What happened? Tell me in detail."
Uncle Hu wiped away his tears as he said, "This afternoon, the Criminal Prosecution Bureau sent a case file to Master. After reading it, Master was furious. Just then, I happened to pass by the study, and he summoned me to find Miss Xue. Unfortunately, I ran into Young Master Li on the way and then had a cramp and collapsed, which delayed me. If I had been able to return in time... Master... Master also..."
Halfway through his sentence, Uncle Hu was already in tears and couldn't help but sob.
Yan Shiyuan knew that Uncle Hu had been with the Yuwen family for many years and had long regarded Yuwen as his own son. Yuwen Zheng also respected him as an elder. Now that Yuwen Zheng had encountered such a calamity, the old man was filled with self-blame, which deeply moved Yan Shiyuan. Fearing that the old man would be upset and harm his health, Yan Shiyuan quickly comforted him, saying, "Uncle Hu, don't be sad. Yuwen and I have faced life and death on the battlefield and returned safely. We have seen countless vicious and ruthless Gu poisons. This time, we will surely turn misfortune into good fortune." He then changed the subject, asking, "Are you still holding the case files sent by the Criminal Prosecution Bureau?"
Seeing his assurance, the old man calmed down and replied, "Yes, yes, they're in the study. They haven't been touched."
Yan Shiyuan said, "Good. Then please take good care of Yuwen, Uncle Hu. I will go and investigate to find a way to save him."
Uncle Hu thanked him repeatedly and saw him off.
After leaving the bedroom, Yan Shiyuan used his movement technique to go to the study. After Yuwen Zheng's accident, two servants guarded the door, preventing anyone from entering or leaving.
Yan Shiyuan arrived in person, and two servants hurriedly bowed, opened the door, and stepped aside. Yan Shiyuan entered and found the study in complete disarray, marked by signs of a fierce battle, with books scattered everywhere. He frowned slightly and began searching among the scattered pages for
files from the Criminal Investigation Bureau. He moved with incredible speed, quickly gathering all the files and quickly grasping the gist of the matter.
It turned out that these files all addressed the same issue: the disappearance of female disciples from the sect today. Since seven days ago, five had gone missing.
He had heard rumors of this before, but the Criminal Investigation Bureau was directly under Yuwen Zheng, and he trusted his old friend's abilities, so he hadn't inquired further.
Following the dates on the files, Yan Shiyuan found the file that had been delivered that day—the one that had enraged Yuwen Zheng. It reported that another female disciple had gone missing yesterday, and the Criminal Investigation Bureau was requesting additional manpower to search.
After reviewing the case files, Yan Shiyuan fell into deep thought: Yuwen's fury was undoubtedly due to the ongoing case and the perpetrator's lawlessness, which enraged him. But why did he send Uncle Hu to find Xue Mengying? Was he asking his disciple to help investigate? No, Xue Mengying had only recently joined the sect, and her martial arts were not yet as good as Yuwen's. 　　Moreover,
the perpetrator's targets were female students; sending her to investigate would be like throwing lambs to the slaughter. Yuwen would not arrange such a thing. Then, what if she was used as bait? After a moment's thought, Yan Shiyuan ruled out this possibility again. Yuwen was naturally protective of his own, and everyone knew how much he doted on Mengying. He would never send a female disciple as bait. 　　So, since Mengying was neither a perpetrator, nor capable of investigating, nor of contributing to the case, why would Yuwen rush to have Uncle Hu summon her after reviewing the case files? 　　Unable to find a solution, Yan Shiyuan had no choice but to temporarily set aside his previous deductions and went to the restaurant opposite the Deputy Master's residence to seek another clue. 　　Upon seeing the Master of the Altar arrive, the restaurant owner hurriedly bowed and offered him a seat. Yan Shiyuan, his mind troubled, hastily declined and instead asked, "Sir, did Young Master Yuwen come here yesterday?" 　　The owner quickly replied, "Yes, Master, Young Master Yuwen came twice yesterday. I remember it clearly." 　　"Twice?" Yan Shiyuan's heart skipped a beat. "He ate both meals here?" 　　The owner answered, "Master, you jest. Young Master Yuwen didn't eat here; he was just drinking with Young Master Li this afternoon." 　　"Young Master Li? Is that Li Jingguo, son of Li Pibei?" Yan Shiyuan asked. 　　"That's right, it's Young Master Li Jingguo. Master, you are truly insightful," the restaurant owner flattered. 　　"Li Jingguo again? Could it be as Mo Tianhen said? Drinking in a restaurant in the scorching sun this afternoon—what strange hobby is that?" 　　Yan Shiyuan, suspicious, continued, "Tell me in detail when they came and when they left yesterday."

The shopkeeper recalled for a moment and said, "Young Master Li arrived at the beginning of the Wei hour (1-3 PM), when the sun was blazing. I was puzzled as to why he chose this time to come to our shop. A little while later, Young Master Yuwen also arrived, and I learned that they had arranged to drink together. They drank until almost Shen hour (3-5 PM), when Young Master Yuwen left first, while Young Master Li remained upstairs. Not long after Young Master Yuwen returned, the old steward of the altar master's residence hurriedly went out, followed by Young Master Yuwen also rushing to find Young Master Li. They left together shortly afterward. Around 3:45 PM..." To the left and right, they saw the rebellious disciple Mo Tianhen arrive at the Deputy Master's residence, followed by Young Master Yuwen. Not long after, the young man surnamed Mo rushed out with his sword, encountering Young Master Li at the door. Then a great battle ensued. "What a pity for such a beautiful girl like Miss Xue; how could she have been deceived by that rebellious disciple Mo Tianhen?"
the shopkeeper rambled on, but Yan Shiyuan's heart sank: "As expected, Mo Tianhen has been branded a traitorous disciple who murdered his master. It seems letting him leave was a wise choice."
He then pondered the key points: What was Yuwen Po's purpose in making those two trips? What did he discuss with Li Jingguo?
Uncle Hu went to find Xue Mengying, but Yuwen Po came to find Li Jingguo. According to the current clues, Li Jingguo left the restaurant after Uncle Hu set off to find Xue Mengying, yet Uncle Hu encountered him halfway? Was it because the old man was slow, or because Li Jingguo intentionally chased after him?
Still puzzled, Yan Shiyuan asked the shopkeeper, "How long did it take between Mo Tianhen and Yuwen Po to return to the Deputy Altar Master's residence? When Li Jingguo met Mo Tianhen at the gate, was it a coincidence or did he wait for a long time?"
The shopkeeper was clearly puzzled as to why the Altar Master asked such a question, but still answered honestly, "Young Master Yuwen followed Mo Tianhen back. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they returned at the same time. Young Master Li was in a bit of a hurry and stood at the gate for a while before he met the fleeing Mo Tianhen."
"That's it!" Yan Shiyuan's heart skipped a beat, his senses clearing. "These two clearly knew that Yuwen had sent Uncle Hu to find Mengying, so Yuwen Po rushed back to find Li Jingguo. One was responsible for spreading false information at the door, while the other intercepted Uncle Hu. Uncle Hu wasn't delayed because of old age and cramps; someone deliberately delayed him! Li Jingguo's encounter at the door wasn't accidental, further proving that Mo Tianhen's deduction was correct! Mo Tianhen, you truly haven't disappointed me."
Having grasped the key points, some doubts remained. Yan Shiyuan bid farewell to his boss and returned to the Deputy Master's residence to find Hu... "Uncle," Yan Shiyuan asked, "did you encounter Yuwen Po before you left?"
Uncle Hu slapped his forehead and hurriedly confirmed, "Yes, yes, this old servant saw the young master returning from outside before I left."
Yan Shiyuan was overjoyed and quickly asked, "Did he say anything to you?" Uncle Hu said, "The young master only asked this old servant where I was going."
The clues connected again, confirming Mo Tianhen's hypothesis: Yuwen Po learned that Uncle Hu had gone to see Xue Mengying, and hurriedly notified Li Jingguo. One of them spread false information to lure Mo Tianhen to come, while the other blocked Uncle Hu's path.
But why did they delay Uncle Hu? Was it just to buy time?
Yan Shiyuan couldn't help but feel secretly alarmed. If he hadn't observed Mo Tianhen for many days and knew he wasn't the culprit, this frame-up would have been flawless, and Mo Tianhen would have been dead without a doubt.
But Mo Tianhen hadn't been in the jar for long, so why would Yuwen Po frame him like this? What was Li Jingguo's motive? Was this Gu really planted by the two of them? And how did they plant the Gu?
The clues went cold again, so Yan Shiyuan asked Uncle Hu, "Has Yuwen Po shown any unusual behavior lately?"
Uncle Hu thought for a moment and replied, "Young Master seems rather sullen lately, but his behavior has become much more restrained, and his temperament has changed. These past few days, while Master has been busy in his study, Young Master has been the one to offer to bring him meals. Master, you wouldn't happen to suspect Young Master, would you?"
Yan Shiyuan pondered: Sullen, yet offering to bring meals? If he wants to relieve his depression this way, he might as well go out and drink. But he quickly denied it, saying, "How could that be? Po'er is so sensible, I'm happy for Yuwen, why would I suspect him? But, did anything happen while he was delivering food to Yuwen?"
Uncle Hu pondered for a moment, then said, "On the first day, Master and Young Master seemed to have a fight for some reason, but they've been very calm since."
"Oh?" Yan Shiyuan asked suspiciously, "What did they fight about?"
Uncle Hu replied, "This old servant overheard outside that the young master begged Master to marry Miss Xue to him, but Master refused and even scolded the young master. Master, you say, although Miss Xue's beauty can't compare to your daughter's, she's still an unparalleled beauty. Why won't Master agree? Now that I think about it, is it because Miss Xue has an affair with Mo Tianhen, so Master doesn't want her to enter the Yuwen family?"
Yuwen Po likes Xue Mengying!? Thinking of the deep bond between Mo and Xue, forged through life and death, and the look of insane jealousy in Yuwen Po's eyes when he saw them that day, Yan Shiyuan suddenly understood. Ignoring Uncle Hu's rambling, he continued, "Uncle Hu, which leg is cramping? May I take a look?"
Uncle Hu had no choice but to stop talking, rolling up his trouser leg for Yan Shiyuan to examine. Yan Shiyuan glanced at it and saw a small indentation, about the size of a grain of rice, in Uncle Hu's calf tendon. Applying pressure to the indentation, a strange worm, also the size of a grain of rice, squeezed out.
Yan Shiyuan quickly caught it, only to find that the worm's claws were stiff; it had been dead for some time.
This was the reason for Uncle Hu's cramp, Yan Shiyuan thought to himself. Without saying more, he helped Uncle Hu lower his trouser leg, saying, "Uncle Hu, I have some clues. I'll go investigate elsewhere first, and come back to ask you if there are any problems." After
bidding farewell to Uncle Hu, Yan Shiyuan summoned a servant from the Yuwen family and instructed him to take him to the kitchen. The servant was puzzled but said nothing, obediently leading the way.
Upon arriving at the kitchen, he dismissed the servant, and Yan Shiyuan's eyes sharpened. He carefully examined the corridor leading from the kitchen to the study, seemingly searching for something.
Soon, something caught his attention in the bushes along the corridor.
Once again, Yan Shiyuan arrived at the clinic carrying the dead worm. Doctor Chen was preparing medicine and, seeing the strange worm in his hand, asked, "A tendon-severing worm? Where did you find it?"
Yan Shiyuan replied, "On Uncle Hu's leg. I was also infected with this worm years ago, so I guessed it from his description." Doctor Chen
solemnly said, "That's right. Tendon-severing worms are extremely difficult to survive on their own. They die before even reaching a human body. Even if they enter a human body, they won't survive more than a quarter of an hour. However, the advantage is that they are easy to cultivate and can be mass-produced. They are incredibly effective on the battlefield for paralyzing opponents."
"So the person who planted the worm can be identified," Yan Shiyuan said confidently. "Doctor Chen, what can you find out from this worm corpse?"
"The worms are clearly not the same kind. I can't help you, but since we've found the person who planted the worm, perhaps we can capture him and question him."
"It's not that simple..." Yan Shiyuan shook his head. "The person who planted the worm is not from outside the altar. Arresting someone without evidence might cause panic within the altar."
"The altar master means... there's a traitor within the altar?" Doctor Chen asked incredulously.
"It seems to be a done deal." Yan Shiyuan said, taking out two pieces of paper from his pocket and handing them to Doctor Chen. He then said, "Can the powder on this medicine packet reveal anything?"
Doctor Chen took it, smelled it, and his expression changed drastically. He hurriedly looked up and asked, "Master, where did you get this powder?"
Yan Shiyuan hesitated, then replied helplessly, "I found it at the Deputy Master's residence."
Doctor Chen did not notice Yan Shiyuan's difficulty and was overjoyed. "The Deputy Master is afflicted with the Three-Erosion Gu. This is the medicinal guide for the Three-Erosion Gu. I know how to save the Deputy Master!"
"Three-Erosion Gu? I've never heard of this kind of Gu poison. Doctor Chen, have you ever seen it?" Yan Shiyuan asked.
"Indeed, the method of inflicting this Three-Erosion Gu is rather troublesome, but it is very suitable for assassination. Although the medicinal ingredient usually has a medicinal fragrance, it becomes odorless and tasteless once mixed with oil or water, making it difficult to detect. If a person ingests the medicinal ingredient, the Gu worms will automatically find their target within a three-zhang radius, immediately taking effect, causing the person to rot and die within three days! Moreover, this Gu has an extremely strong survival ability; it can attach itself to a human body and survive for more than three days, waiting to approach the medicinal ingredient, truly achieving silence! Altar Master, it is fortunate that you discovered it early. If it had been delayed until seven days later, even if the Deputy Altar Master was revived, he would probably have lost all his cultivation." Doctor Chen said with lingering fear.
Yan Shiyuan was also relieved and his face showed joy, but it quickly turned into helplessness. He could only say, "I have other things to do. You must quickly prepare the medicine to treat Yuwen and not delay."
Doctor Chen agreed repeatedly and went to the medicine cabinet to prepare the medicine. Yan Shiyuan, on the other hand, looked sad and returned to the Deputy Altar Master's residence. The fact
that a medicinal ingredient was added to the food in recent days is something only Yuwen Po could accomplish. The fact that it took effect immediately within three zhang (approximately 10 meters) proves that the Gu worm had previously attached itself to Mo Tianhen. The only people who had contact with him that day were Yuwen Po and Li Jingguo!
The case has surfaced, but Yan Shiyuan's heart is heavy. Li Jingguo is now a suspect, but why does he possess the Southern Frontier Gu poison? And why would he want to harm Yuwen Zheng and Mo Tianhen?
His father is a high-ranking member of the Righteous Qi Sect; in this situation, was his father also involved, or was he the mastermind?
Yuwen Po's jealousy and hatred towards Mo Tianhen are understandable, but was it truly his intention to collude with others to kill his father?
Yuwen has always been protective of his children; what kind of blow will he suffer when he wakes up and learns the truth!
No! The person who added the medicinal ingredient could also be another servant or cook; we cannot hastily conclude that it was Po'er's doing!
Yan Shiyuan still holds onto hope and rushes to the Deputy Sect Master's residence. Upon arriving at Yuwen Po's room, Yan Shiyuan found him unconscious and still asleep. Not wanting to disturb him, Yan Shiyuan pressed two acupoints on Yuwen Po's chest, intending to investigate secretly. However, the second finger touched a hard object. Startled, Yan Shiyuan pulled the object from Yuwen Po's chest, his expression instantly changing!
A moment later, Yuwen Po slowly awoke, only to find a white-clad figure standing solemnly before him, a hint of sadness in his bright eyes.
Upon seeing that refined, handsome, yet dignified face, Yuwen Po instantly cleared his head. He knelt down and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Altar Master!"
Yan Shiyuan's expression was solemn, his eyes filled with unyielding sorrow. He said softly, "No need for formalities, rise."
Yuwen Po still refused to get up, instead kowtowing to Yan Shiyuan, his voice trembling with tears, "My father was framed by Mo Tianhen's treacherous scheme! I beg you, Altar Master, to avenge my father!"
Yan Shiyuan sighed and helped Yuwen Po up, saying, "Po'er, don't be sad. I checked Yuwen's condition before I came. He still has a breath left; there is still hope."
Hearing that his father was not dead, Yuwen Po felt his head buzz, then went blank for a moment, staring blankly at Yan Shiyuan.
Yan Shiyuan's expression remained unchanged. He patted Yuwen Po's shoulder and said, "Po'er, don't worry. I will definitely save Yuwen. You were exhausted from the battle just now; rest well." With that, he turned and left, leaving Yuwen Po alone in the room, lost in thought.
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Mo Tianhen supported Xue Mengying as they walked north for about an hour and a half, until the sun was already half-setting in the west, before finally reaching the foot of Beigu Territory.
The darkening sky made the lonely hill before them appear desolate and forlorn. Mo Tianhen looked around but didn't see the "responder" Yan Shiyuan had mentioned, and couldn't help but frown.
Mengying noticed his worry and comforted him, "Brother Tianhen, don't worry. If no one comes to help, we can go on our own."
Mo Tianhen shook his head and said, "We two escaped in a hurry, without any money or clothes. I'm afraid we'll have a hard time moving forward." As
soon as he finished speaking, a clear and pure voice, with a hint of coquettishness and a touch of allure, came from behind: "If you need money, just ask your senior sister."
Hearing this, Mo Tianhen's heart skipped a beat. He looked incredulously towards the source of the voice and saw a beautiful fairy figure emerge from behind a boulder at the foot of the mountain. She wore a light blue short shirt and silver-embroidered trousers, carrying a cloth bag and a long sword. She was slender and tall, graceful and elegant, with a face like a budding peony, elegant yet alluring. Who else could it be but Yan Yinshuang, whom he had been thinking about all the time!
"Yan... Senior Sister Yan..." Upon realizing that the person who came to help was the one he had been longing for, Mo Tianhen was overjoyed and stammered.
Yan Yinshuang smiled sweetly, "Why do you always seem to freeze up for a moment whenever you see me?"
Teased by the goddess, Mo Tianhen was flustered and blushed. Just then, Meng Ying spoke up, "Sister, you're so beautiful!"
Hearing the compliment, Yan Yinshuang smiled politely at Meng Ying, only to be met with a barrage of questions: "You're also surnamed Yan? Are you the daughter of the sect leader? Did the sect leader send you to meet us?"
Yan Yinshuang patted the cloth bag on her back and smiled lightly, "Not bad."
Then, she called out to the still-dazed Mo Tianhen, "Hey, you little pervert, how long are you going to stare like that?"
Her voice carried a hint of reproach, her posture pure and beautiful, yet possessing an innate, subtle allure.
Mo Tianhen struggled to compose himself and hurriedly replied, "Well, it's getting late, why don't we rest for now?"
Yan Yinshuang chuckled at his flustered state, her beautiful face as radiant as a spring peach: "Alright, you can rest here in this desolate wilderness. This girl and I will go to the village ahead for the night."
Mo Tianhen subconsciously replied, "Okay."
Only when the two beautiful figures walked away into the distance did he realize what had happened and spurred his feet to catch up, saying, "...This...hey, wait a minute!"
Qizhan Village was located twenty miles north of Qingluo City. The three of them found a farmhouse, bought some food and clothes, changed out of their soiled clothes, and the two women, being clean, borrowed tubs from the innkeeper to bathe. Mo Tianhen, on the other hand, sat alone on the bed, silently circulating the Yin-Yang Heavenly Revelation.
Before long, the sounds of soft chirping and giggling, accompanied by splashing water, drifted from the next bathroom, as if two women were playfully teasing each other. This involuntarily conjured up a sensual and alluring scene in Mo Tianhen's mind: deep within the misty steam, two youthful and delicate bodies bathed in a wooden tub. One had a slender waist, full, rounded hips, and smooth, elegant lines, exuding a restrained allure; the other was fair and smooth, with firm, pert breasts, her body bouncy and supple, cute and lively.
His thoughts drifted upwards to two stunningly beautiful faces, each with its own unique charm: one with a radiant, ethereal beauty, captivatingly beautiful and graceful; the other with delicate, rounded cheeks, clever and obedient, charming and pure, innocent and innocent—both unforgettable beauties at first glance.
The two women, all smiles, splashed water at each other with their delicate arms. Their fair, rosy faces and slender bodies, glistening with water droplets, appeared even more translucent and alluring.
As Mo Tianhen fantasized, his Yin energy began to surge uncontrollably, and his manhood began to rise.
The sounds of water and laughter from next door continued unabated. Mo Tianhen's mind was filled with the seductive images of the two women, naked and laughing in the water. Their four firm, bouncy breasts, their shimmering pink buttocks, their slender, soft waists and backs—scene after scene assaulted his mind, causing his manhood to throb and his Yin energy to become disordered, surging wildly towards his Yang energy! At this
critical moment, the sound of a door opening startled Mo Tianhen, who was lost in the chaos of lust and on the verge of demonic possession. It turned out to be the farm woman who had returned with the clothes the two women needed and invited them to change. Mo Tianhen felt his internal energy surging uncontrollably, his meridians swelling as if about to burst. He quickly circulated his inner energy to calm his Yin meridians.
After about a quarter of an hour, Mo Tianhen finally managed to regulate his internal energy again. Just then, the door creaked open, and the two women, who had changed their clothes, pushed the door open and entered.
Mo Tianhen looked up and saw that the two women's hair was still wet, loosely draped over their shoulders like seaweed. Meng Ying had washed away the day's dust, and her rosy, round face was flushed with a lovely blush, looking fresh, clean, fair, and radiant. Yan Yinshuang, on the other hand, was like a lotus emerging from the water, naturally beautiful without any artifice, her charm subtle yet breathtakingly gorgeous!
Mo Tianhen's heart fluttered at the sight, and he secretly rejoiced, thinking: "Just hearing the sounds while I was bathing made me uneasy. Luckily, I'm not practicing right now, or if I saw them in person, my meridians would surely burst and I would die."
Mengying approached, her bright eyes wide with surprise, and asked, "Brother Tianhen, what's wrong with you? You're pale and covered in sweat."
Yan Yingshuang, with her keen eyesight, immediately noticed the problem and said sternly, "You little devil, have you gone mad with qi?"
Mo Tianhen exhaled a breath of turbid air and feigned calmness, saying, "It's nothing, there was a slight mishap in my true qi circulation, but it's been cleared up now, it's alright."
Yan Yingshuang frowned slightly and said, "A mishap in the circulation of true qi is no trivial matter. Turn around and let me transfer some true qi to you." "Let me take care of you."
Mengying, standing beside him, also supported Mo Tianhen's shoulder, saying worriedly, "Brother Tianhen, sit down. I'll also transfer some true energy to you."
Mo Tianhen gently brushed Mengying's hand away and smiled, "I'm already used to it. This is a necessary process in my training. Don't worry."
Yan Yinshuang seemed to have thought of something and asked, "You little rascal, no wonder your internal strength has improved so rapidly. Did you practice some forbidden internal energy technique and take a shortcut?"
Mo Tianhen didn't want to reveal the secret of Nangong Lihen and Yin Yang Tianqi. He explained, half-concealing, "My twenty meridians are naturally blocked, hindering the flow of true qi. Fortunately, I have an extra meridian compared to ordinary people, allowing me to circulate internal energy. This meridian is connected to the normal meridians but not open to them, so every time I try to open the original meridians, it causes the true qi to flow backward."
Hearing this, Meng Ying gasped and covered her mouth, exclaiming, "That's terrible! Brother Tianhen, don't move! I'll help you regulate your true qi right away."
Mo Tianhen glanced at her gently and said softly, "No need. My cultivation method has corresponding incantations, so there's no danger to my life. It's just that each practice session is quite painful."
Yan Yinshuang looked at him thoughtfully and said, "So, every time your internal energy increases, you also suffer from the pain of reversed true qi?"
Mo Tianhen solemnly replied, "That's right, but after enduring it many times, I've gotten used to it."
Yan Yinshuang's beautiful eyes gazed at the handsome young man before her, a sense of respect rising in her heart. Mo Tianhen noticed the goddess's approving gaze and felt pleased as well.
Their eyes met, each filled with admiration. Mengying then clung to Yan Yinshuang's arm, pouting, "Sister Yan, Brother Tianhen is alright, let's go to sleep?"
Yan Yinshuang looked at the adorable girl with affection, then glanced back at Mo Tianhen, saying, "It's getting late, we have a long journey tomorrow, you should rest early too."
Mo Tianhen nodded, watching the two graceful figures walk hand in hand into the next room. He then closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, once again channeling Yin and Yang to break through the Yang meridian lock.
In another room, the two women shared a bed, whispering intimate words, their giggles occasionally escaping. Although they had only met today, they were already inseparable, like sisters.
Mengying gently stroked Yan Yinshuang's exquisite face; even in the darkness, her stunning beauty was evident in her features. Her porcelain-white skin was still faintly visible in the night, its smooth, comfortable texture making her reluctant to let go.
Yan Yinshuang gently stroked Mengying's supple and delicate cheek. Her round, smooth face made her reluctant to pull away, and she couldn't help but compare it to her own mother's skin.
Although Dongfang Chenyan was thirty-six, she was well-maintained and had a harmonious relationship with her husband, so her skin remained as firm and smooth as a young woman's. While not as delicate as Mengying's, it exuded an alluring charm, and many people on the street mistook the mother and daughter for sisters.
"Mengying, how did you and... Mo Tianhen meet?" Yan Yinshuang had already asked them about their reasons for leaving, and now her questions all pointed to Mo Tianhen.
The naturally naive Mengying showed no signs of jealousy or crisis, recounting her past with Mo Tianhen to Yan Yinshuang. When she spoke of the sweet parts, her cheeks began to blush.
Yan Yinshuang felt the slight warmth on her cheeks, knowing she was shy and moved, but didn't say anything, only listening attentively. When she heard that Mo Tianhen's entire family had been wiped out and that he was single-mindedly focused on revenge, and learned of the Mo family's tragic fate through Meng Ying's words, she felt a pang of pity for Mo Tianhen.
A young man, whose world had crumbled overnight, had abandoned everything to desperately train in martial arts for revenge. In Yan Yinshuang's mind, raised with the iron-blooded military discipline, this was an extremely masculine act. Her impression of Mo Tianhen shifted from initially seeing him as "knowing when to advance and retreat, enduring minor humiliations, and maintaining composure" to "enduring hardship silently, bearing his grief alone and moving forward."
Meng Ying, exhausted from the day's work, drifted off to sleep as she spoke, her delicate nose occasionally wrinkling as she let out a soft snore, charming and endearing.
Yan Yinshuang listened to her faint snores but couldn't fall asleep. Thinking about her upcoming journey in the martial world, she felt a mix of anticipation and worry, but mostly, she was filled with anticipation and excitement for the new life that was about to begin. She finally drifted off to sleep when the moon was high in the sky.
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Meanwhile, in a neighborhood filled with mansions within the Righteous Qi Altar, a dark figure swiftly traversed the rooftops, his lightness skill so high that he moved silently across the tiles.
Soon, the figure stopped on the roof of a mansion, gently lifting a corner of a tile to peer inside.
Although it was night, the lights were still on in the house. A scholar in his fifties sat calmly, seemingly awaiting someone. A moment later, a young scholar, dressed in fine clothes and with a smug expression, entered the house, greeted the middle-aged scholar, and then sat down beside him. The two began to converse.
The young man was none other than the scheming scholar Li Jingguo, while the seated man was none other than his biological father, Li Pibei, one of the leaders of the Righteous Qi Altar!
Li Jingguo spoke up, "Father, the rescue of Mo Tianhen has disrupted my entire plan. Should we discuss countermeasures?"
Li Pibei countered, "Where is Yan Shiyuan now?"
Li Jingguo replied, "We have no one we can trust to monitor his whereabouts, but he probably hasn't given himself away."
Li Pibei said, "That strong wind today was most likely Yan Shiyuan's doing. He's probably on guard now, so we must be careful." Li Jingguo
nodded in agreement and then said, "Yuwen Zheng has been afflicted by the Three Corrosion Gu and will surely die within three days. Does Your Majesty have any new tasks to assign?"
When Li Pibei heard that Yuwen Zheng would "certainly die," a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, but he then waved his hand and said, "Don't rush." "The matter of Yuwen Zheng is of great importance to the Righteous Qi Altar. If any further actions attract attention, it could destroy our decades of forbearance,"
Li Jingguo said urgently. "Yan Shiyuan is personally investigating this matter. That brat Yuwen Po's intelligence is questionable; I fear he will eventually reveal his weakness. If he traces us back, it will be detrimental to the King's overall plan."
Li Pibei said calmly, "I have been rooted in the Righteous Qi Altar for decades. As long as we are not caught with evidence, who would dare to suspect me? And who would believe that we are a spy planted by the Southern Frontier King Haotian in the Righteous Qi Altar?"
Hearing this, the black-clad man on the rooftop's eyes sharpened, his fists clenched as if he were about to attack, but after a moment's hesitation, he relaxed and continued listening.
Li Pibei then said, "Just in case, all the Gu seeds we have been raising must be destroyed tonight. Without evidence, we have nothing to fear."
Li Jingguo stood up and said, "Yes, I will do it immediately."
He then left, winding his way through the maze of buildings until he arrived at a locked, dilapidated house. Seeing no one around, he carefully unlocked the rusty lock, moved the pile of firewood, and stepped onto the bricks beneath.
Suddenly, a hidden door appeared in the wall. Li Jingguo glanced at the doorway again to make sure no one was following him before stepping through. Unbeknownst to him, a pair of sharp, dark eyes were fixed on him from the beam of the firewood shed.
The man in black jumped down from the beam without making a sound. He quietly followed Li Jingguo through a long corridor to a secret room filled with bottles and jars, filled with the chirping of insects, dark and eerie.
Li Jingguo took out a packet of powder from his pocket, about to open it, when he suddenly felt a whoosh of wind behind him. Before he could turn around, he was subdued!
Panicked, Li Jingguo was about to shout when he heard the man behind him say, "If you cooperate obediently, I might spare your and your son's lives!"
The voice was gentle and refined; it was none other than the Master of the Righteous Qi Altar, Ao Xiao Feng Jian Yan Shiyuan!
Yan Shiyuan subdued Li Jingguo with a single move and, without lingering, immediately escorted him out of the secret room and back to the room they had just been in, breaking down the door and entering!
Li Pibei was drinking tea when he heard the door open. Without even looking up, he casually asked, "Is everything settled?"
After a long silence, Li Pibei realized something was wrong and suddenly looked up. He saw Yan Shiyuan escorting Li Jingguo and was instantly terrified! "Altar...Altar Master! What are you doing here?"
Yan Shiyuan asked with a sorrowful expression and a solemn look. "Old Li, although I've come late at night, why are you so frightened?"
Li Pibei barely managed to calm himself and replied, "Altar Master's arrival was too sudden. I didn't expect it, so I was naturally taken aback."
Yan Shiyuan said in a deep voice, "Old Li, you and I have worked together for many years. I'm sure you know why I'm here today. Just confess what you and your son have done over the years and the entire plan of King Haotian. I don't want to resort to violence, and I certainly don't want to hurt you."
Knowing that he had been exposed, Li Pibei's face darkened, and he coldly looked at Yan Shiyuan and said, "How did you find out?"
"Your son is too stupid, Yuwen Po is too foolish, Mo Tianhen is wise, and, well, my lightness skill is too good."
"So, in your eyes, my plan is full of flaws?"
"If Mo Tianhen hadn't given me the clues, and if I hadn't overheard your conversation and witnessed the secret chamber where the Gu was hidden, I probably would still be in the dark."
"Mo Tianhen..." Father and son gritted their teeth, secretly hating this unexpected turn of events. They had only intended to exploit the conflict between him and Yuwen Po, and find a scapegoat, but now it had become their biggest weakness!
Li Pibei knew further hatred was futile, so he subtly shifted his toes, secretly gathering his strength in his palm, preparing for a desperate gamble!
Yan Shiyuan saw through Li Pibei's actions at a glance and said sadly, "Old Li, trying to escape from me? You're not fast enough."
Li Pibei's face suddenly turned ferocious, and he raised his palm to attack Li Jingguo, saying, "I don't need to be fast, I just need you to die!"
Seeing Li Pibei actually attacking his own son, Yan Shiyuan was also startled. He quickly moved aside, pulling Li Jingguo aside to dodge Li Pibei's sharp palm. Li Pibei seized the opportunity to gain a path and ran away!
"Don't run!" Yan Shiyuan pressed Li Jingguo's pressure points, wanting to give chase, but suddenly felt a numbness in his calf and involuntarily collapsed to the ground!
"Tendon-Severing Gu!"
Yan Shiyuan lifted his trouser leg, saw the worm's eye on his calf, pointed a finger at it, and with hidden force, killed the Gu worm. Then, his clothes fluttered, and he rode the wind!
To save his life, Li Pibei gathered all his true energy in his legs and ran towards the outside of the Righteous Qi Altar at top speed. Halfway there, he suddenly felt a strong wind behind him. Yan Shiyuan caught up with the wind and blocked his way in the blink of an eye!
Blocked in his way, Li Pibei seemed to have been prepared. He flicked his hand, and two small insects flew towards Yan Shiyuan!
Yan Shiyuan sneered and spun a tornado on the spot. In the spinning motion, the Gu worms were already blown away and disappeared without a trace!
With his second move broken, Li Pibei knew he couldn't defeat Yan Shiyuan in martial arts, and collapsed to the ground, his face pale and exhausted. "You've won!" he exclaimed.
His old friend, a spy who had been lying low for years, was now helplessly captured before him. Yan Shiyuan felt no joy in victory. With complex emotions, he approached Li Pibei, pressed his pressure points, and said, "Old Li, I won't mistreat you and your son. This is the only promise I can make as the leader of the sect."
Li Pibei's heart was also filled with complex emotions. Although he had been sent to the Righteous Qi Sect as a spy by the Southern Frontier King Haotian in his teens, and had even personally trained his son to become a spy for the Southern Frontier,
he had lived in the Righteous Qi Sect for decades, built a family and career there, and made many friends. He had a deep affection for the sect. He had been loyal to his homeland all his life, yet in the end, he felt a sense of home in an enemy country. Only he knew the torment he had endured.
Now, his mission had failed, and he and his son had been captured. Although he felt ashamed before his homeland, at least he wouldn't have to live in such inner turmoil anymore.
It was nearly midnight when Yan Shiyuan escorted Li Pibei and his son to the Criminal Procuratorate. He handed them over to the guards, let out a long sigh, and prepared to return home, his mind filled with the image of Dongfang Chenyan's gentle, graceful, and voluptuous figure.
Just then, a servant stumbled into the Criminal Procuratorate. Upon seeing Yan Shiyuan, he cried out breathlessly, as if seeing a savior, "Master...Master! I've found...found you!" He then threw himself into Yan Shiyuan's arms.
Yan Shiyuan recognized his servant and quickly helped him up, asking, "What happened? Why are you in such a panic?"
The servant gasped, "My...my mistress is missing!"
In an instant, Yan Shiyuan's mind flashed back to the recent series of disappearances of female disciples, and his heart trembled violently!
Previously, all those who had disappeared were young girls, but this time it was Dongfang Chenyan, already a married woman, who had met with this calamity! Were these two separate incidents, or were they the work of the same person?
For a moment, Yan Shiyuan was in a state of utter confusion: Was Yan'er's disappearance a deliberate act against me, or was there another reason?
No, worry makes me lose my composure; I must calm down! Yan Shiyuan took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, and asked the servant, "How did Madam disappear?"
The servant, his breathing slightly calmer, replied, "I don't know either. The steward just told us to look for you in the altar, and I was lucky enough to find you here."
Upon hearing this, Yan Shiyuan could no longer contain himself. He strode back to his residence like a whirlwind. When he arrived at the master bedroom, he found the door wide open, the room in disarray, the square table askew, the round stools rolled over, the bed tilted, and the dressing table overturned, its items scattered on the floor. A maidservant, seeing him arrive, hurriedly came to greet him. Yan Shiyuan tried to calm himself and asked them, "Tell me in detail what happened when Madam disappeared!"
The maid replied, "Master, you haven't returned all night, so Madam has been waiting for you in her room by lamplight. But just now, when I passed by the courtyard, I heard a noise coming from inside, so I went in to check and found that Madam was gone!"
Dongfang Chenyan had obviously been kidnapped. Yan Shiyuan knew that the maid couldn't know more, so he sent her back and patiently examined the signs of a struggle in the room, making various deductions in his mind: the maid had heard the noise and was gone, so the person who came must have been much more skilled in martial arts than Chenyan; the two had only been fighting for a short while.
Following the signs of the struggle, Yan Shiyuan recalled the scene: Dongfang Chenyan was sitting at the table waiting for his return when the door opened. Dongfang Chenyan saw that the person who came was not her husband, and she excitedly stood up, overturning the round stool and tilting the square table.
The two then exchanged blows. Dongfang Chenyan was no match for him and retreated step by step to the bedside. The newcomer delivered a low kick that struck the bed leg, causing the bed to tilt and fall. Dongfang Chenyan used the momentum to dodge to the dressing table...
Wait! Yan Shiyuan suddenly realized something was amiss. Judging from the fighting route, the bed and dressing table were diagonally opposite each other. Running like that during a fight would be incredibly foolish. Although Dongfang Chenyan's martial arts were mediocre, she wasn't stupid, and she wouldn't have made this choice unless it was intentional!
"The dressing table!" Grasping the key, Yan Shiyuan hurriedly searched through the pile of women's household items on the floor. Dongfang Chenyan had desperately approached this place, she must have considered it carefully!
However, after searching through all the items, Yan Shiyuan found nothing unusual.
"Could it be that the person's martial arts were too high, so she panicked and ran blindly?" Filled with unease, Yan Shiyuan slumped down.
Just as he was filled with despair, a faint light came from the doorway, flashing past his eyes. Yan Shiyuan was startled, jumped up, went to the doorway, and searched by the moonlight. Finally, he found a small square of gold foil on the ground!
"This..." Yan Shiyuan suddenly realized, and went back to check the items on the dressing table again, finally discovering the clue!
Dongfang Chenyan had desperately approached this place not to leave clues, but to take them away!
Among the many bottles and jars on the dressing table, only one was missing: a box of floral rouge made of gold leaf, Dongfang Chenyan's favorite!
Realizing the clues left by his wife, Yan Shiyuan no longer hesitated. He used his speed to ascend to the rooftop, and by the moonlight, he saw faint lights starting from his own courtyard, heading west!
Meanwhile, outside the Righteous Qi Altar, Dongfang Chenyan was carried on the shoulder of a masked man to a small house.
As they approached, they could hear what sounded like a woman's lewd moans coming from inside. When the masked man opened the door, a pungent, erotic smell of semen and vaginal fluid assaulted their nostrils, making Dongfang Chenyan dizzy.
Although the masked man had captured Dongfang Chenyan, seeing her weak martial arts skills, he hadn't used any pressure points, allowing her to move freely.
Seeing the door wide open, Dongfang Chenyan was about to escape when she remembered the masked man's martial arts prowess. She abandoned the idea of fleeing and turned around, wanting to find out what they wanted from her capture.
Even Dongfang Chenyan, a mature woman who had tasted the pleasures of love, blushed with shame at the lewd scene in the room.
Several candles were lit in the dilapidated house, illuminating three men and five women naked on the large bed, engaging in sexual intercourse. Two women lay sprawled on the bed, their bodies intertwined, their private parts a mess, thick, white semen flowing from them. Their expressions were a mixture of pleasure and lust, their breasts heaving as they murmured in a dreamlike state, clearly having just been defiled and unable to withstand the onslaught, they had fainted.
In the center of the bed, two tall men were holding a young girl's youthful body between them, their monstrous penises rhythmically thrusting in and out of her two vaginal openings. Their penises were stained with blood, indicating they had recently deflowered her. The girl, sandwiched between two strong men, cried out incessantly, her expression dazed, allowing the two ugly men to repeatedly violate her tender, newly defiled body.
On the edge of the bed closest to Dongfang Chenyan, a strikingly handsome man, so handsome that even she, accustomed to the "most handsome man in Qingluo," would almost instantly lose her heart, sat naked. His strong, well-proportioned body was revealed; his enormous member, eight inches long and three fingers thick, about the size of a girl's arm, stood erect, menacing and terrifying.
Before him, two naked young girls, their lower bodies still dripping with white, lustful fluids, eagerly offered their tongues, licking the massive penis up and down, making the sharply defined, fist-sized crown and the bulging, veined shaft glisten with moisture, completely conquered by this thick, enormous dragon!
As the door opened, the handsome, sinister-looking man looked at the speechless Dongfang Chenyan, a seductive smirk playing on his lips. "You've found a gem, Qingmei. You've gone to a lot of trouble this time."
Hearing this, the two burly men who were jointly raping the girl also turned to look at Dongfang Chenyan, their eyes flashing with a mixture of amazement and lustful greed.
This group was none other than the masked young master and his entourage, and the person sitting on the bed was none other than the young master, Huyan Nixin!
Qingmei locked the door, turned, and pushed Dongfang Chenyan in front of Huyan Nixin, saying, "Originally, I planned to capture her daughter, who was known as 'Qingluo's Number One Beauty,' but her daughter wasn't home, so I brought her here. This woman's martial arts are even better than the previous five women. Although she's not a virgin, she can still be beneficial for the young master's dual cultivation."
"Dual cultivation! Five women!" Hearing this conversation, Dongfang Chenyan suddenly realized that this group was the culprit behind the disappearance of the female disciples of the Righteous Qi Sect!
They kidnapped female disciples to practice those depraved and vile techniques! How dare these people commit such lewd acts in the righteous arena!
Just as Dongfang Chenyan was in a state of panic, Huyan Nixin stood up, his massive member erect, and walked up to her. He pinched her delicate chin, carefully examining her graceful, gentle, and uniquely charming mature face. He grinned lewdly and said, "She's even more beautiful than Lu Xuanyin. Even if you don't use her for practice, it would be great to fuck her."
Dongfang Chenyan felt ashamed and indignant at his frivolous and provocative words. She was about to speak when the man kissed her moist, sexy lips, preventing her from making a sound. At the same time, his massive member pressed tightly against the delicate beauty's private parts through her skirt!
Seeing this, Qingmei knew that her young master was about to enjoy this rare beauty. So she knocked out and took away the two girls who were actively seeking pleasure under her young master, so that he could "concentrate."
When her delicate lips were kissed for the first time by someone other than her husband, Dongfang Chenyan was immediately thrown into disarray. She stretched out her slender hands and kept pushing against the young master's chest, shaking her head, trying to escape his forceful kiss.
But Huyan Nixin would not allow her to resist. He stretched out a strong arm and wrapped it around the altar master's wife's soft, rounded, and slender shoulders, pressing her into his embrace. He held the white, slender back of the beautiful married woman's neck with one hand, making it impossible for her to break free from his forceful kiss. Then, his tongue, as if possessed by a demon, invaded the wet mouth of this virtuous young woman, seizing her delicate lips, teasing and sucking them wildly, savoring their exquisite sweetness and smoothness.
Huyan Nixin kissed her for a long time, savoring the soft touch of the altar master's wife's tender lips. He then reached out and, through her clothes, caressed her high, full breasts, exclaiming, "Much larger than Lu Xuanyin's! This is the size a young married woman should have!"
Dongfang Chenyan's heart was in turmoil from his kisses. Knowing that struggling was futile, she only hoped her husband would quickly discover the clues she had left behind and rescue her from this lewd and demonic place!
Huyan Nixin, of course, was unaware of her thoughts. Seeing her flushed and indignant face, he felt a surge of pleasure. His demonic hands had already torn open the ties of her clothes, pulling her jade-green, diagonally-fastened jacket down her rounded shoulders.
Underneath, Dongfang Chenyan wore a snow-white silk robe, the opening extremely low, revealing a large expanse of her fair and fragrant breasts. This outfit was originally intended to add spice to their future trysts after Yan Shiyuan's return, but now it was given to the wicked and lewd demon before him, allowing him to feast his eyes on her.
Huyan Nixin, through a thin silk robe, lavishly caressed Dongfang Chenyan's breasts, kneading the soft mounds of her flesh with exquisite skill. Soon, the mature woman began to moan softly from his caresses!
Seeing Dongfang Chenyan's breathing quicken, the young master knew this beauty was succumbing to lust. He then slid his hands inside her clothing, gently stroking her high, snowy breasts.
The teasing through the fabric suddenly became skin-to-skin contact. Dongfang Chenyan instinctively resisted the intruding hands, but her strength was insufficient, and she could only submit to his manipulation.
The young master's large hands gradually increased their pressure, teasing and kneading the two erect, red peaks of her breasts, wildly possessing the slippery, hard-to-hold milky flesh. Dongfang Chenyan's body softened from his caresses, and a sweet moan involuntarily escaped her cherry lips!
Startled to realize her uncontrollable pleasure, the altar master's wife felt both ashamed and angry, and filled with guilt towards Yan Shiyuan!
However, the young master was not satisfied with just that suppressed groan. Suddenly, his hands, which were inside Dongfang Chenyan's clothes, pushed outwards and roughly tore open her silk upper garment to the sides. A pair of soft, smooth, plump, and perky breasts bounced out and were exposed to the air, their sexy breasts trembling and creating alluring waves of flesh!
Finally seeing the true face of those breasts, the young master's eyes shone brightly. He exclaimed, "Madam, your breasts are not only enormous, but also perfectly round and firm. They are truly exquisite, tempting me to kiss you and share the joys of love with you."
Dongfang Chenyan was furious. Her voice was filled with anger: "Don't make false accusations! You clearly wanted to rape me, how did it become me seducing you!"
The beauty was angry, her almond eyes wide, her face flushed, but her breasts were exposed, rising and falling slightly. This sensual charm amidst the debauchery made Huyan Ni feel even more captivated. Thinking that this exquisite beauty had resisted his flirtatious caresses for so long, refusing to obediently offer her body for him to feast on, his desire to conquer her was further aroused!
He didn't object, but instead lewdly stripped away the remaining clothing from Dongfang Chenyan's upper body, exposing her fair back to the air. He then gripped her voluptuous waist with one hand and wantonly kneaded her exposed, high, snowy breasts with the other, manipulating them into various lewd shapes. At the same time, his wicked lips once again covered the mistress's tender lips, his tongue invading her mouth and teasing her intoxicating tongue.
Dongfang Chenyan was filled with shame and hatred at having her lips taken by someone other than her husband, but could only close her beautiful eyes and endure it with tears in her eyes. Her long, dark eyelashes trembled, concealing her bright eyes, but unable to hide the growing lust within her!
Sensing Dongfang Chenyan's body growing hotter, the young master shifted his attack, moving his wicked hand that had been caressing her breasts downwards!
Dongfang Chenyan felt a slight heat between her legs; that most private and sacred place was now occupied by the dirty hand of someone other than her husband! She desperately tried to clench her legs to resist this lewd invasion, but found that the young master's strong hands were pressing between her legs, making it impossible for her to even close them!
Seeing that Dongfang Chenyan still refused to give up, Huyan Nixin smiled wickedly and began to use techniques that she could hardly resist! His fingers would sometimes gently caress the delicate petals of her secret place, and sometimes he would insert his knuckles into the slightly moist opening of her flower, teasing it from side to side, all while uttering humiliating and flirtatious words.
Dongfang Chenyan was both ashamed and embarrassed by his lewd techniques, unable to control her emotions. Her upper body was naked, and she writhed in the arms of this wicked man, her breath quickening. The passion she had been suppressing was about to burst forth!
If she hadn't held onto the belief that "my husband will definitely come to save me" and hadn't been resisting this handsome yet terrifyingly wicked man, she probably would have already been driven by the passion within her, moaning and pleading for pleasure!
As the young master attacked with both hands, Dongfang Chenyan's beautiful face flushed crimson, her cheeks radiant with spring-like blush. Under the young master's increasingly intense onslaught, her delicate hands gradually ceased to push away the strange man who was wantonly lewdly harassing her with his lewd words.
Feeling the initial effects of his caresses, Huyan Nixin temporarily withdrew his hand, carefully examining the alluring appearance of the stunningly beautiful mature body before him, aroused by his touch. A smug, wicked smile appeared on his face as he revealed the hand that had been ravaging her private parts, half-teasing and half-mocking, "Madam, quite a bit of moisture!"
Dongfang Chenyan, her heart fluttering with desire from the young master's skillful manipulation, her face flushed, her groin already trembling and wet. Seeing the smug smile on the wicked man's face and his hand covered in slippery semen, she was momentarily lost in a daze, forgetting that this man was a wicked person who wanted to violate her. She silently thought, "He's... so handsome, even more so than Shiyuan..."
Before her heart could fully turn towards betrayal, the young master delivered another powerful dose, his sexy lips once again approaching the beautiful wife's slightly parted, seductive red lips!
In her confused state, Dongfang Chenyan felt her body go weak and involuntarily offered her moist lips to the wicked lecher, extending her delicate tongue to intertwine and chase with his. She transferred her sweet saliva into his mouth and then sucked it back in, swallowing it!
This intertwining of lips and tongues nearly plunged Dongfang Chenyan into a quagmire of lust. Her body grew increasingly weak and sensitive, and she unconsciously enjoyed the rapidly escalating pleasure. The pain and shame in her heart were broken down and torn apart by the physical pleasure, and she gradually stepped into the abyss of lust that the young master had dug for her, about to willingly submit to his control and manipulation!
The two stood there, passionately kissing like lovers, exchanging saliva. Dongfang Chenyan's upper body, naked, was tightly held in the young master's arms. Her high, full breasts pressed against the lecherous man's strong chest, pressing her breasts into a muscular mass. The two rosy nipples stood erect, constantly being rubbed and squeezed by the man's chest muscles, bringing her intensified pleasure.
The young master's hands continued to caress the altar master's wife's jade-like back and pink buttocks, as well as the soft, snow-like breasts overflowing from her sides, further teasing and arousing the mature woman's desire, hoping to make her lose herself faster and offer her body!
Soon, Dongfang Chenyan felt her legs weaken, her body burning hot, her mind filled with erotic thoughts, and her beautiful eyes becoming increasingly hazy. Under the young master's relentless caresses, a soft, melodious, and seductive moan, like a nightingale's song, finally escaped her throat!
This groan caused Dongfang Chenyan's suppressed lust to surge forth, bursting forth uncontrollably!
It made her crave forbidden, immoral pleasure when facing the wicked and lecherous man. In the moment of shame and sorrow, when her body and mind involuntarily betrayed her husband, her delicate body was constantly caressed and played with by the rapist, and her soft lips and tongue were possessed and enjoyed by the lecherous man, she frowned, closed her beautiful eyes tightly, and tremblingly reached out her slender hand. After several moments of hesitation and torment, she finally gently grasped the young master's throbbing eight-inch manhood!
Noticing the beautiful married woman's shy yet resentful and uncontrollably alluring demeanor, the young master's pride intensified. He swept her already soft and hot body up in his arms and placed her on the dilapidated wooden bed still dripping with the other man's semen and love fluids!
On the wooden bed, the rapist was still raping the pitiful girl who had just lost her virginity. Seeing the naked, radiant, and limp mature beauty lying there, he was filled with lust.
Seeing the two women's exchanged glances, the young master chuckled, "Don't rush, don't rush. Save your energy; I'll reward you later. Go back to your inner rooms and enjoy yourselves."
With that, he began admiring the snow-white body of the woman lying on the bed, panting heavily. Even the cunning Qiong Yan, knowing better, led the women to another room to continue their lewd pleasure.
While both women are naked, a woman standing might be graceful and unapproachable, but lying down,
her alluring charm is far more tempting to men. In Hu Yan Ni Xin's eyes, Dongfang Chen Yan, lying naked on the bed, embodied gentleness, grace, and allure. While praising this stunningly beautiful, voluptuous, and captivating body, Hu Yan Ni Xin slowly removed Dongfang Chen Yan's panties and underpants, completely stripping this beautiful married woman of her last remaining modesty!
A slight chill ran through her lower body. Her subconscious reluctance to betray him slightly dampened Dongfang Chenyan's burning desire, causing her to gasp and turn her delicate body to the side, covering her private parts, unable to look directly at Huyan Nixin!
"Hmm? Interesting!" Seeing Dongfang Chenyan's defiant stance, the young master was also surprised. He hadn't expected that this passionate young woman, almost completely subjugated, could still maintain a sliver of clarity, which only fueled his desire to conquer her!
Dongfang Chenyan's body trembled slightly, her pretty face flushed, her beautiful eyes tightly closed as she curled up on the bed. Her voluptuous body, like a delicate ivory goddess sculpture, had been stripped bare by the lecherous man, her flawless and alluring figure, meant only for her husband to see, completely exposed to the cool air, and fully captured by a pair of lustful, wicked eyes!
Huyan Nixin was not in a hurry to possess the altar master's wife's beautiful body. Instead, he carefully examined her voluptuous and snow-white mature body from head to toe: her proud, towering breasts were covered by her delicate jade hands, but they could not hide the large expanse of spring on her snow-white peaks. Her waist was slender yet fleshy, and it was full of elasticity when grasped. Her alluring lines tightened and then relaxed, elegantly connecting to her full buttocks. Below her smooth, white belly were neatly trimmed black pubic hairs. At this moment, her delicate hands, which were covering her private parts, were gushing out sweet nectar, staining her tender fingers with a glistening sheen. Her two long, snow-white, smooth jade legs were shyly clamped together, as if making a final defense, showing the altar master's wife's last resistance and modesty.
Admiring Dongfang Chenyan's shy and charming demeanor, Huyan Nixin became even more determined to completely develop and conquer this gentle woman. He wanted Dongfang Chenyan to actively seek pleasure, losing herself completely in body and soul!
So, after feasting his eyes on the alluring beauty before him, he finally reached out his devilish hands to this beautiful body once more, launching a fierce attack to plunge her into lust!
The young master's demonic hands caressed and stroked her smooth, fiery body, relentlessly violating her sensitive spots, wantonly kneading and playing with her plump breasts, inner thighs, and round, firm buttocks!
In extreme tension and shyness, Dongfang Chenyan's senses became even more acute, allowing the young master's skillful seductive moves to achieve twice the result with half the effort, plunging her deep into the mire of lust, on the verge of succumbing!
However, Huyan Nixin underestimated the restraint and willpower of the altar master's wife. Despite the constant flow of her vaginal fluids and the unbearable stimulation
to her body, Dongfang Chenyan still panted heavily, tightly covering her vital parts, attempting to resist this lewd invasion! However, the more restrained and resistant she was, the more fiercely the young master's desire to conquer burned! The young master's sinful hand landed on her jade hand that was protecting her secret garden, trying to remove it. The shy and sorrowful wife struggled in her heart under the impact of lust. On one hand, the lust aroused in her body desperately craved this handsome and wicked man to violate her and bring her heavenly pleasure. On the other hand, the last vestiges of her virtue and restraint, and her loyalty to her husband that were almost burned away by lust, made Dongfang Chenyan struggle to the point of madness!
In this entanglement of frenzied lust and reason, under the young master's patient and skillful caresses, the surging desire finally began to prevail. The delicate hand covering her vital parts was gradually removed amidst the surging tide of lust, exposing her tender, flowing vulva to this wicked and lecherous demon!
This was exactly what the young master desired: to let this beautiful woman sink deeper and deeper into the mire of lust, unable to extricate herself, peeling away her defenses piece by piece, transforming her most primal desires into a naked thirst for his penis, willingly offering her alluring body to him as his prey!
Seeing Dongfang Chenyan's flushed face and her shameful struggle, Huyan Nixin smiled wickedly, knowing she was at her limit, and said triumphantly, "No matter how chaste and virtuous you are, how can you escape my grasp? Your resistance will only make me more diligent and hardworking, making you fall into lust faster and deeper!"
With these provocative words, the young master's lecherous hand launched its final, fierce attack! He laid Dongfang Chenyan on her back, his nimble fingers teasing her already slippery and delicate petals. He would occasionally insert his long, strong middle finger into her overflowing passage, gently teasing and pressing, exploring the layers of tender flesh within her honeyed depths. This teasing caused her round, full buttocks to rise repeatedly, her slender waist swaying and twisting involuntarily, her nectar flowing continuously down her plump, jade-like legs!
Dongfang Chenyan had never experienced such caresses and stimulation. Although Yan Shiyuan was also quite skilled in matters of the heart, his technique was a hundred times inferior to Hu Yan Nixin's, not to mention Hu Yan Nixin's captivatingly wicked charm that could make any woman fall head over heels for him!
Soon, Dongfang Chenyan's body trembled, her breasts heaving, her lower abdomen and hips spasming violently in waves. Even before he had officially violated her, his teasing had aroused her, causing her to release a torrent of nectar!
Suppressed desire and last vestiges of her defenses crumbled in this intense climax, utterly surrendering to the lust aroused by the young master!
A soft, alluring moan escaped Dongfang Chenyan's lips, signifying the complete defeat and annihilation of the married woman's reason. After her climax, she lay limp on the wooden bed, panting softly before the lecherous man. Her mature body, glistening with sweat, radiated an irrepressible passion, her crotch overflowing with lust, awaiting his favor!
Watching this demure wife finally succumb to lust in her beautiful posture, Huyan Nixin felt a surge of accomplishment. This wasn't his first time training women, but Dongfang Chenyan was the most resilient and alluring of all he had ever trained. Moreover, she was the wife of the renowned Righteousness Alliance leader; the feeling of conquering this noble beauty and seducing the lover of a chivalrous man only fueled his excitement!
The night was still long, and Huyan Nixin decided to slowly savor this ripe, fertile body, leaving his mark of conquest on every inch of her fair, delicate form!
Having made his decision, Huyan Nixin began to enjoy this stunningly beautiful wife inch by inch. He first approached the already alluring and dreamy face of the altar master's wife, his wicked thin lips inhaling the warm, fragrant breath of Dongfang Chenyan just inches away. Sensing
the intoxicating masculine scent so close, Dongfang Chenyan obediently opened her moist, tender lips to this man other than her husband, probing the source of this scent with her pink lips!
The young master, however, was in no hurry. He extended his tongue and gently slid it across Dongfang Chenyan's delicate, fragrant tongue, touching it briefly before withdrawing, enticing her to straighten her slender, pink neck, seeking a kiss. Their tongues then chased and intertwined outside their lips, a scene of unbridled lust!
After a few moments of teasing, the young master no longer held back, covering Dongfang Chenyan's tender red lips with his own, enveloping her protruding tongue in his mouth and sucking and licking it. Dongfang Chenyan returned the kiss passionately, their tongues moving the battlefield from the "outdoors" to the "indoors," beginning a new round of earth-shattering battle!
Just as their lips and tongues intertwined in a deep kiss, the young master's demonic hands did not stop. One hand caressed Dongfang Chenyan's firm, full buttocks, feeling the wonderfully soft yet elastic texture, while the other hand reached across her honeyed jade gate, caressing the altar master's wife's delicate anus!
The secret place, never before touched, was being invaded, and Dongfang Chenyan's delicate body trembled involuntarily. The strange pleasure she had never experienced before made her lips and tongue move even more intensely, constantly stimulating the desire in her heart! After
enjoying the sweet, tender lips enough, the young master's thin lips began to roam and ravage the naked beauty's body, attacking the woman's high, full breasts!
The peak of her breasts, which Dongfang Chenyan had previously guarded with all her might, was now being teased and sucked by the young master's nimble tongue, bringing her a tingling, numbing pleasure! As the lecherous thief sucked and licked her breasts, Dongfang Chenyan was filled with a shameful pleasure, and she even cupped her breasts with her delicate hands, trying her best to push her plump, smooth breasts into the young master's mouth, just to experience an even stronger forbidden pleasure!
The young master savored the married woman's full breasts, his demonic tongue meticulously licking every inch of her fragrant flesh. Satisfied, his demonic lips shifted their target, licking every inch of her smooth, white, supple skin all the way south, finally arriving at that beautiful valley where fragrant grass grew and love juice flowed freely!
Seeing Dongfang Chenyan's delicate, moist, and alluring vulva, Huyan Nixin couldn't wait to cover it with his own. His nimble tongue invaded the entrance of her honeyed passage, using incredibly strange tongue techniques to thrust and stir at the delicate opening of the altar master's wife. This caused Dongfang Chenyan to lightly bite her slender fingers with her pearly teeth, her jade legs tightly clamping the young master's head and neck, her seductive charm overflowing, an uncontrollable pleasure! However, this pleasure was only the prelude. After the young master had fully savored the sweet love juice of the beautiful mature woman, he began to gently nibble and lick that lovely pink cherry!
The most sensitive spot was suddenly attacked, and an irresistible surge of desire swept through Dongfang Chenyan's entire body, instantly overwhelming her heart, causing her to involuntarily let out soft moans and seductive cries!
In wave after wave of pleasure, Dongfang Chenyan had already succumbed to the young master's superb skills, and the desire that had once made her feel ashamed had transformed into a frantic thirst for immoral pleasure!
She was now burning with desire, and weakly allowed anyone other than her husband to caress and lick every inch of her beautiful flesh!
Originally a virtuous and gentle woman, the wife of the leader of the Righteous Qi Altar was now consumed by surging lust. She allowed desire to burn fiercely within her, even knowing that the handsome yet wicked man before her was a lecherous man about to take her virginity. She still craved this man who stirred her heart to wantonly ravage and violate her still pure and beautiful body!
Not only that, she wanted this seductive man to penetrate and play with her pure flower, which she had only allowed her husband to enter, to fill her hot, alluring body!
Finally, driven by lust and yearning, Dongfang Chenyan gasped repeatedly, her captivating eyes burning with desire. Her alluring gaze, like flowing spring water, was directed towards Huyan Nixin. Her two jade-like legs, glistening with spring dew, parted to create an angle wide enough for the man to enter, presenting her juicy, honeyed vulva to him to the fullest extent, as if inviting the young master's violation!
What made Huyan Nixin's blood boil even more was that Dongfang Chenyan's one hand was constantly kneading and squeezing her high, snowy breasts, while the other hand gently grasped the young master's eight-inch dragon, slowly guiding it towards her honeyed entrance!
Although she didn't ask, Dongfang Chenyan's seductive actions proved her complete submission. This mature beauty had finally abandoned all loyalty and restraint as a wife under the young master's powerful lustful offensive, actively pursuing this exciting and immoral pleasure to satisfy his endless burning desire!
Huyan Nixin looked at Dongfang Chenyan lying on the bed with her jade legs spread open, her seductive charm irresistible, and began to enjoy his "main course" with great excitement. He grasped Dongfang Chenyan's shapely ankles, spreading her smooth, pink legs even wider, and aimed his dragon at her slick, moist entrance, preparing to completely possess this alluring mature woman's voluptuous body!
Feeling something hot and burning approaching her private parts, Dongfang Chenyan knew it was the lecherous penis about to steal her virginity, yet she actively swayed her hips and lifted her buttocks to get closer to this ferocious dragon. Her extremely surging lust fueled her endless thirst for this eight-inch-long root!
At this moment, Dongfang Chenyan was filled with intense shame and forbidden desire, stimulating her to impatiently experience this immoral pleasure. She longed to be filled and violated by this man's thick penis, a man other than her husband, to satisfy her hunger that had reached the point of near collapse!
The young master patiently teased and provoked Dongfang Chenyan's peach blossom cave with his eight-inch divine spear, while grasping her pair of full and beautiful breasts. His skillful, lustful tongue licked and kissed the buds, and amidst the beautiful, seductive moans of this married woman, he slowly pushed his lecherous penis into her slippery, flowing virgin cave!
Just as Huyan Nixin mounted his horse, spear in hand, sword at the last moment, a sudden gale arose outside the wooden house, a howling tornado causing the entire house to tremble violently, threatening to collapse!
A deafening explosion followed, the wooden walls shattered, debris flying everywhere. Yan Shiyuan, his white robes billowing, burst in with lightning speed!
However, the scene before him that filled him with rage!
His beloved wife lay naked, her face flushed with desire, a pitiful and frail figure beneath a similarly naked, muscular man, his enormous, filthy member pressing against their private entrance!
The young master, alerted by the sound of the wind, was already on guard, but Yan Shiyuan was too fast; before he could react, he had already broken through the wall!
Yet, Huyan Nixin instantly abandoned his surging lust and the aroused beauty beneath him, swinging his massive member aside, rising and turning, already prepared for battle!
He knew that Yan Shiyuan's cultivation was extremely high, and even if he were unharmed, he would still be slightly inferior. Now, heavily injured, how could he dare to resist!
He slightly raised his hands, and a gust of evil wind rose, seemingly intending to confront Yan Shiyuan head-on, but in the blink of an eye, he shouted, "Dragonfly Demon!"
Seeing his beloved wife being humiliated, Yan Shiyuan was extremely furious. Ignoring his young master's strange behavior, he roared, "Lewd thief! Prepare to die!"
Then, his fingers, sharp as swords, angrily stabbed at the young master's erect dragon in the groin. It was a decisive move that combined "Tiger's Gallant Sword: Immediate Strike" and "Military Spirit Fist: Devastating Force"!
The two moves were combined, the wind from his fingers became a sword, the sword contained a fist, and the fist concealed a sharp edge! Yan Shiyuan's move was the highest ultimate technique of the Righteous Qi Altar, and also the most concise and effective killing blow honed over many years on the battlefield!
However, just as Yan Shiyuan's sword finger approached the young master, a strange pressure suddenly descended, forcing Yan Shiyuan to temporarily halt his attack. The wind from his finger grazed the young master's temple, pierced through the wooden wall behind his ear, and continued its momentum, piercing through the wall again and emerging from it! Having
narrowly escaped death, the young master's forehead was covered in cold sweat, but his feet did not stop, and he fled at top speed!
Yan Shiyuan immediately changed his move after his initial failure, sweeping his sword finger to pursue the young master's figure, combining "Military Spirit Fist: Repelling Stance" with "Tiger's Gall Sword: Breaking a Thousand Armies"!
The fierce sword wind was incomparably sharp, cutting the wooden walls in its path into smooth sections!
At this moment, seven layers of green walls reappeared in front of the young master, blocking the deadly sword wind layer by layer!
However, the Righteous Qi Altar Master's attack, fueled by rage, was not to be trifled with. The sword wind pierced through four layers of walls, and only slowed down slightly at the fifth layer!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the young master distanced himself from Yan Shiyuan and approached a small wooden box. As he opened it, he shouted, "Thousand-Mile Talisman!" and reached into the box.
The instant he shouted and reached in, the seventh barrier was pierced by a powerful sword wind. Shards flew like shattered glass, and the sword wind, undiminished in its force, shot towards his bare back!
In a flash, the young master vanished. The sword wind, having lost its target, struck the wooden wall and instantly burst through it, its momentum continuing, snapping several thick trees outside in half!
With the enemy gone, Yan Shiyuan suspected a trap. He searched the house again, confirming that there was nothing else besides the five girls covered in filth. He rushed back to his wife's bedside.
Dongfang Chenyan was much more awake now. She had finally been rescued by her husband, but the memory of her wanton moans beneath the young master and the moments of betrayal she had felt filled her with shame!
She knew clearly that at that moment, she truly wanted to be violated by that sinister man!
This act, tantamount to infidelity, was almost a spiritual catastrophe for her, who had been raised with Confucian ethics and strictly adhered to traditional wifely virtues!
In her heart, having her body seen naked by someone other than her husband was tantamount to saying that she was "defiled"!
Thinking of this, Dongfang Chenyan was in unbearable pain, but Yan Shiyuan held her tightly, anxiously asking, "Yan'er, are you hurt? Did those people hurt you?"
Her husband's deep concern made Dongfang Chenyan feel even more guilty towards him, and tears streamed down her face.
Seeing her silence, Yan Shiyuan assumed she was too frightened and quickly comforted her gently, "Yan'er, don't be afraid, your husband is here, everything is alright now!"
The word "husband" awakened Dongfang Chenyan's sorrowful heart. She looked up at the man before her. Although his face was not as handsome as the sinister man from before, this man was the one she had loved since childhood and had stayed with until now, the towering tree in her life!
In an instant, Dongfang Chenyan's suppressed emotions were released. She buried her face in Yan Shiyuan's arms, crying with tears streaming down her face, "Husband...you've finally come! I...I thought..."
Unable to speak of the shameful matter, Dongfang Chenyan could only hug her husband tighter, feeling the comfort and protection that his familiar chest brought her. Her tense mind finally relaxed, and she fell into a deep sleep in this truly trustworthy embrace.
Yan Shiyuan gently laid his sleeping wife down, took off his long robe to cover her fair, naked body, and then found blankets and sheets in the room to wrap the five unconscious girls. He was about to return to the altar to seek help, but he was still filled with lingering fear, worried that the masked young master and his group would counterattack. Therefore, he dared not leave even an inch, fearing another tragedy. He could only go outside and shoot the signal arrow he carried into the sky, waiting for reinforcements from the altar to arrive.
About fifteen minutes later, two groups of people arrived from the direction of the Righteous Qi Altar. Seeing that his scouts had arrived, Yan Shiyuan instructed them to take the five girls from the room back to the Righteous Qi Altar. He then quietly led Dongfang Chenyan away from the crowd and returned to the Righteous Qi Altar first.
With this, the case of the missing girls from the Righteous Qi Altar was closed. Yan Shiyuan, having been traveling for a day and a night, was inevitably somewhat exhausted. It was nearly dawn when he returned home with his wife.
Thinking that there were important matters to attend to at dawn, Yan Shiyuan settled Dongfang Chenyan, quickly bathed and changed clothes, and then sat beside her, closing his eyes to rest.
As dawn approached, a servant came to report: "Master, Doctor Chen has sent word that the Deputy Altar Master is out of danger!"
Upon hearing this, Yan Shiyuan immediately instructed the servants to take good care of Dongfang Chenyan, and then hurried to the Deputy Altar Master's residence.
In the main bedroom of the deputy altar master's residence, Yuwen Zheng slowly awoke, looking wearily at the people beside him. He struggled to sit up and asked, "Shiyuan, what exactly happened?"
Yan Shiyuan's face showed sorrow, his heart conflicted about whether to tell him the truth. Yuwen Zheng was pale and weak, likely unable to withstand any further shock.
Noticing the unusual expression on Yan Shiyuan's face, Yuwen Zheng, having worked with him for many years, knew that something unspeakable must have happened. His heart sank, and he pressed, "Don't keep me in suspense, just tell me!"
Yan Shiyuan raised his head, closed his eyes, and sighed heavily, "Yuwen, first dress and wash up, have some soup, then come with me."
In the long corridor of the deputy altar master's residence, the two altar masters walked side by side in silence. Halfway there, Yuwen Zheng realized this was the path to Yuwen Po's room and asked anxiously, "Shiyuan, did something happen to Po'er while I was unconscious?" "What happened!"
Yan Shiyuan said, "He and Li Jingguo forced Mo Tianhen and Xue Mengying to their deaths, driving them out of the Righteous Qi Altar. During the fierce battle, he also suffered internal injuries and is currently recuperating."
Although the tone was calm, the information was astonishing. Yuwen Zheng was dumbfounded and asked incredulously, "Why did Po'er fight with Mengying? Is his injury serious? How is Mengying now?"
Yuwen Zheng asked a series of questions, but only about the two people he cared about most, ignoring Mo Tianhen. Yan Shiyuan felt sorry for him and also saddened for Mo Tianhen!
Before he could answer, the two had already arrived in front of Yuwen Po's room. Yuwen Po, under house arrest on Yan Shiyuan's orders, was currently raging in his room. Seeing the two enter, he froze, stammering, "Father...you...you're awake?"
Worried about his son's injuries, Yuwen quickly stepped forward and supported Yuwen Po's shoulders, asking with concern, "Po'er, I heard you were injured in battle yesterday. Are you alright? Do you feel any discomfort? You have internal injuries; how can you be shouting like this?"
His father's words of concern were sincere, yet they struck Yuwen Po's heart like a thousand-pound hammer, leaving him speechless.
At this moment, Yan Shiyuan spoke with difficulty, "Yuwen, the one who used the Gu to harm you...it was Po'er!"
His soft words were like a thunderclap! Yuwen Po's heart trembled violently. He was about to deny it outright when he saw Yuwen Zheng turn around to protect his son, solemnly saying, "Shiyuan, don't talk nonsense! How could Po'er harm me! There must be a mistake!"
Yan Shiyuan was also filled with complicated emotions. He turned his head, took a deep breath, and sighed heavily before turning back to say, "Just now, Physician Li told you that the Three-Erosion Gu you were afflicted with requires the medicine to be added to your food to be effective."
Yuwen Po was startled, realizing the implication. Wasn't it Yuwen Po himself who had been bringing him food lately? But he still didn't believe it: "Just based on this, we can't conclude it was Po'er! Perhaps some cook or maid was bribed!"
Yan Shiyuan shook his head and said, "When the clues pointed to him, I also didn't want to believe it, but..."
Yan Shiyuan paused, his sharp gaze shooting towards Yuwen Po, "How do you explain the Three-Erosion Gu drug ingredient in your possession?"
Yuwen Po trembled violently under Yan Shiyuan's gaze and hurriedly explained, "No, no, that was a sleeping potion given to me by Li Jingguo, just to make Father unconscious for a few days!"
Yuwen Po admitted to drugging him, and Yuwen Zheng's body trembled. He turned to look at his son in disbelief. He had always thought his son was just a playful flirt and wouldn't do anything outrageous under his strict discipline, but Yuwen Po's panicked attitude now made him, who saw no son as more than a father, believe everything Yan Shiyuan said!
His beloved son had actually conspired with an enemy to harm him!
Ignoring the astonished reactions of the father and son, Yan Shiyuan continued sternly, "You thought it was a sleeping potion, but you didn't know it was a poisonous insect that could kill your father! You were responsible for putting the drug in Yuwen's food, while Li Jingguo was responsible for putting the insects in Mo Tianhen's body. You wanted to frame Mo Tianhen and ruin his reputation! Did you think that would make Xue Mengying obediently come to your side? You thought you had succeeded, but in fact, you were manipulated and used by treacherous villains throughout the whole process. They wanted to use you to ruin the pillar of our righteous sect!"
Yuwen Po wanted to argue a few more words, but Yan Shiyuan delivered the final blow: "Li Jingguo was raising insects, the evidence is conclusive, and he has been arrested and detained in the Criminal Procuratorate. He has confessed to everything you did!"
With his accomplice caught, Yuwen Po slumped to the ground, his mind buzzing, not knowing what to do.
Yuwen Zheng, filled with shame and rage, grabbed Yuwen Po by the collar and angrily shouted, "You unfilial son! It's
one thing for you to cause trouble all the time, but how could you do something so rebellious! Have you forgotten all the Confucian classics you've studied?!" Seeing his father's furious state, Yuwen Po, however, recalled his father's fierce defense of Meng Ying the previous day, and a different thought arose in his mind. He immediately retorted angrily, "If you hadn't repeatedly forbade me from touching Xue Meng Ying, how could that little girl have escaped my grasp and ended up with that good-for-nothing Mo Tianhen! This whole situation is all because of you!"
Yuwen Zheng was speechless. Startled by the impact, speechless for a long while, Yan Shiyuan, enraged by Yuwen Po's words, shouted, "Your father disciplined you strictly out of love, but in your eyes, he was harming you! You made mistakes but didn't reflect on your own actions, instead blaming others? You misjudged people, trusted the wrong treacherous officials, framed your fellow disciples, poisoned your own father, and in the end, you still have the nerve to falsely accuse your father?"
Yuwen Po was speechless, stifled by Yan Shiyuan's righteous and stern words. He glanced at the two men; Yan Shiyuan's handsome face was filled with righteous indignation, while Yuwen Po's tiger-like eyes were filled with sorrow. However, in his eyes, this expression was twisted by his already morbid thoughts!
Yuwen Po sneered at the two men, saying, "Stop your hypocritical pity! And you, Yan Shiyuan, I've done nothing wrong, so why are you targeting me like this!"
Hearing Yuwen Po's unrepentant words, Yan Shiyuan's anger flared. "I originally intended to let it go for Yuwen's sake, as long as you sincerely repented and admitted your mistakes. I never expected you to be so stubborn! Guards! Notify the Criminal Prosecution Bureau that Yuwen Po colluded with foreign traitors, poisoned his own father, framed his fellow disciples, and attempted to overthrow the Righteous Qi Altar. The evidence is conclusive, and he refuses to repent. At noon today, escort him to the martial arts arena to announce his heinous acts to the entire altar, then imprison him in the death row for life, never to be released!"
Treason and murder of loyal officials are capital offenses in the Righteous Qi Altar. Yan Shiyuan had originally intended to suppress the matter to save Yuwen's face and avoid losing his beloved son.
Unexpectedly, Yuwen Po remained stubbornly unrepentant, leaving him no choice but to compromise and spare Yuwen Po's life by detaining him.
Yuwen Po, knowing his words had provoked Yan Shiyuan to impose a harsher sentence, froze, speechless.
Upon hearing his beloved son sentenced to life imprisonment, Yuwen Zheng knew that if Yuwen Po truly suffered this punishment, he would never escape that dark prison, spending his remaining years in the scorn of all. His protective instincts overcame his anger, and he forgot Yuwen Po's dissolute behavior and hurtful words. He pleaded, "Shiyuan, when Po'er administered the drug, he didn't know it was poison, nor did he know Li Jingguo's identity. He was merely used and is an accomplice. I beg you, for my sake, don't sentence him to such a severe punishment!"
Seeing that Yuwen Zheng was still desperately protecting his son even now, Yan Shiyuan couldn't help but say angrily, "Yuwen, as the head of the Criminal Prosecution Bureau, you should know that treason, framing fellow disciples, and plotting against the sect leader are all serious crimes. Multiple offenses combined would be punishable by death! I've already shown great leniency by not sentencing him to immediate execution out of consideration for your feelings. If you continue to spoil him like this, it will do nothing but harm to your son!"
Yuwen Zheng knew that Yan Shiyuan's words were true, but his paternal instincts prevented him from subjecting his son to such punishment. Finally, in the midst of the agonizing struggle, Yuwen Zheng's facial muscles trembled, and with a clenched teeth, he suddenly knelt before Yan Shiyuan with a thud!
Yan Shiyuan exclaimed in shock, "Yuwen! Why are you doing this!" He quickly stepped forward to help him up.
Yuwen Zheng knelt on the ground, bowing and scraping, kowtowing repeatedly, and pleading in a low voice, "Shiyuan, I have never asked you for anything in my life. Please, for the sake of the life-and-death situations we have faced together and the many times we have escaped death, please show leniency to me!"
Yan Shiyuan sighed, knowing that Yuwen Zheng was subtly mentioning the many times he had saved his life on the battlefield, hoping that he would show leniency.
After a long silence, unable to bear seeing his old friend grovel before this unfilial son, losing all face, he waved his hand angrily and said, "Fine, send Yuwen Po to the Tulang Pass punishment camp. Let him atone for his crimes through meritorious service!"
Upon hearing this, Yuwen Zheng understood that Yan Shiyuan's arrangement was to allow Yuwen Po to grow and learn quickly on the battlefield, so that one day he could redeem himself through meritorious service. If he achieved outstanding military exploits, he might even have a chance for promotion. Moreover, his eldest son, Yuwen Dan, was also a general at Tulang Pass, and could also take care of Yuwen Po. This punishment was a great blessing for someone with such a serious crime, and he quickly kowtowed in gratitude.
However, perspectives differ, and perceptions differ. In Yuwen Po's eyes, this punishment was tantamount to harming him. On the battlefield, swords have no eyes; this was clearly an excuse to put him to death!
"You!..." Yuwen Po hesitated, afraid that his words would provoke Yan Shiyuan to change the sentence again, and dared not say more. He could only grit his teeth and stare at Yan Shiyuan with hatred in his eyes.
Ignoring the twitching muscles on Yuwen Po's face from anger, Yan Shiyuan turned his back to the father and son and said fiercely, "Execute immediately!" Then he strode towards the door.
The altar master's order had been given, and there was no turning back. Yuwen Zheng comforted his son, who was trembling alone on the ground, saying, "Po'er, Shiyuan has reduced the sentence. I'll write a letter now and have your elder brother look after you. You don't need to worry."
Unexpectedly, Yuwen Po flung away his father's hand from his shoulder and roared, "Reduced sentence? You're telling me this is a reduced sentence? With this kind of punishment, I'd rather be imprisoned in the Righteous Qi Altar for life!"
Yuwen Zheng frowned and said, "Po'er, even if you don't go this year, you'll have to next year..." "Going to the front lines sooner or later makes no difference, especially with your elder brother there to look after you. You'll be fine."
Yuwen Po roared excitedly, "No difference? Going next year means going directly to my elder brother's camp, perhaps without even going to the front lines. Going now means going to the prison camp, full of vicious criminals. I'm afraid I'll be devoured alive by those lowly criminals before I even get to the battlefield! How can that be the same! You old devil, after harming me like this, don't pretend to look after me!"
He was extremely indignant, no longer holding back, and his vicious words spilled out.
Yuwen Zheng was shocked that his beloved son not only failed to understand his and Yan Shiyuan's good intentions but also had such a despicable nature. He was deeply hurt, filled with frustration and disappointment, his expression surprised yet silent, his eyes full of sorrow.
The criminal investigation team arrived and took away the still-cursing Yuwen Po, while Yuwen Zheng slumped to the ground, his eyes filled with helplessness, his usually sharp face instantly appearing aged.
Yuwen Po was no longer beside him shouting, but his words, like a demonic incantation, echoed in Yuwen Zheng's ears, tormenting the father's disappointed and grieving heart.
Yan Shiyuan, watching all this from outside the door, sighed inwardly. People are inherently different; the same upbringing and parenting style could produce two completely different personalities: the eldest son, Yuwen Dan, was humble, obedient, persevering, and self-disciplined, while Yuwen Po was arrogant, selfish, and spoiled. Yuwen Zheng had always been protective of his son; who could have predicted that the eldest son would be successful while the second son would be so disgraceful? This blow would likely be difficult for him to accept for a while.
Standing there for a long time, Yan Shiyuan still couldn't think of words of comfort, so he could only shake his head in frustration and leave. The turmoil in the Righteous Qi Altar had come to an end, but the Southern Frontier and Western Regions had been stirring for some time, and border wars were imminent. There were also many matters, large and small, within the Altar that urgently needed his attention, leaving him no time to stop. Amidst his busyness, Yan Shiyuan's mind drifted to his daughter's beautiful figure. Was her journey through the martial world going smoothly?
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The sky had brightened, and the villagers of Qizhantun were already working in the fields in the morning light. The rural scenery was charming and lush, perfect for a day of leisure.
On the path leading out of the village through the green fields, a man and two women, carrying swords, walked north. The young man was silent, his handsome face calm and solemn, while the two women chatted and laughed, both possessing stunning beauty, one cute and the other charming, each with their own unique allure. They were none other than Mo Tianhen and his companions, heading north.
Yan Shiyuan, doting on his daughter, sent her out to gain experience, but instead gave her his savings converted into silver notes. The three bought some clothes and provisions at Qizhan Village, their destination—Hongluan City.
Hongluan City was located about 400 li northeast of Qingluo, only about 200 li from Mo Tianhen's hometown, Luosong City.
After spending several days together, Yan Yinshuang, being approachable, had become familiar with Mo Tianhen, and her admiration for him made their relationship even closer.
Mo Tianhen also enjoyed the joy of having his goddess by his side day and night, and his mood gradually improved. He began to chat and laugh with the two women. Meng Ying, naturally naive, was overjoyed to see Mo Tianhen smile again, not caring that he talked to Yan Yinshuang more often than to her. Besides, she also liked this "Sister Yan" very much. Although their time together was short, they were like sisters, with a harmonious relationship.
Because of their ample funds, the three lived quite comfortably.
Yan Yinshuang took meticulous care of Mo and Xue throughout their journey, displaying such independence that no one would guess she was from a wealthy family. Her beauty ensured that they readily granted her requests for lodging and shopping, and even women were drawn to her charm, showering her with favors.
Having grown up protected, Yan Yinshuang was unaware of worldly tricks and easily trusted people. Fortunately, everyone she encountered was kind and honest, captivated by her beauty, and none dared to try to deceive her. A few groups of thugs, seeing the trio's beauty and wealth, attempted to take advantage of them, but were easily defeated. Young and
fast-paced, the three had covered over 300 li in less than five days, only a day's journey from their destination.
On this particular day, the three were traveling along a secluded mountain path leading to Hongluan City. The two women chatted merrily, their clear laughter punctuating their conversation. Suddenly, several small sparrows flew up from the woods beside the road, attracting their attention.
Mengying, completely naive, saw the adorable sparrow and tugged at Yan Yinshuang's sleeve, saying, "Sister Yan, look! The sparrow's plumage is so beautiful!"
Yan Yinshuang smiled and was about to reply when she noticed a slight sway in the woods from which the bird had flown. She frowned and asked curiously, "There's no wind, so why are the shadows swaying?"
Mengying tilted her head and said, "Judging from the sparrow's panicked appearance, there must be a snake in the tree."
After cultivating Yin-Yang Heavenly Revelation, Mo Tianhen's senses had become increasingly acute. After hearing the two's words, he vaguely sensed a murderous aura and quickly drew his sword, saying, "Be careful, someone is ambushing us!"
As soon as he finished speaking, nine men, each wielding a weapon, emerged from the roadside. The first man had a wretched appearance and a thin, tall build, yet he wielded a thick-backed broadsword that was half his height. The sight of him and the sword moving together was extremely incongruous.
Behind him were eight burly men, all strong and powerful, with fierce faces and a menacing aura. Each of them carried a steel fork and a broadsword and followed behind the tall, thin man. Eight pairs of eyes were fixed on Yan Yinshuang and Xue Mengying, their lust burning brightly, as if they wished they could devour the two girls alive on the spot!
The newcomers seemed hostile. Mo Tianhen subtly took a half-step forward, shielding the two women behind him, and said with his
sword drawn, "Please make way, brother. I have no intention of starting a fight." The tall, thin man glared and sneered, "So you're just a poor penniless wretch. Stop spouting nonsense. I'm here to rob you of your money and women! Leave the money, and hand over the women!"
Mo Tianhen frowned and remained silent. He had initially worried that they were people sent by Yuwen Po to hunt him down, but now it seemed they were just ordinary bandits. However, the newcomers were numerous, and he was pondering how to deal with these thugs when he heard Meng Ying ask, "Brother Tianhen, are they all bandits?"
Mo Tianhen was taken aback, not understanding why she asked such a question, and could only give a wooden "hmm."
Mengying laughed and said, "If they're bandits, that makes things easier. Watch me!"
As she spoke, she stepped forward amidst the surprised gazes of Mo Tianhen and Yan Yinshuang, raised her pretty round face, and proudly said to the group of bandits, "Hey, we're from the Righteous Qi Altar. Our master is right behind us. The smart ones should run away!"
The group of bandits seemed to be stunned by Mengying's words and looked at each other in bewilderment.
Mo Tianhen thought to himself, "This works too?"
He quickly whispered in Meng Ying's ear, "Meng Ying, are you sure this will solve the problem?"
Meng Ying turned to Mo Tianhen with a sweet smile, patting her firm chest, and said, "Don't worry, I ran into bandits when I went to see you last time. I used this trick, and the bandits who were robbing me ran away immediately!"
Mo Tianhen and Yan Yinshuang both widened their eyes in disbelief, but then they heard the bandit leader say, "Little girl, do you think I'm stupid? The Righteous Qi Altar is more than 300 miles away from here. What connection could it possibly have? Besides, I noticed you when you went up the mountain. There were only the three of you the whole time. Who was following you? You think you can fool me, He Jianshuang? You're too naive!"
Seeing that the bandits weren't fooled, Meng Ying was also incredulous and looked to Mo Tianhen for help, saying with a frustrated expression, "Brother Tianhen, why won't he fall for it..."
Mo Tianhen said helplessly, "You said you'd fall for it, do you think he'd really fall for it..."
"Hey, I've been putting up with you guys for a long time. Stop your grumbling and surrender obediently. I don't want to hurt these two delicate beauties!"
He Jianshuang threatened, while some of the bandits behind him laughed and others shouted curses.
Mo Tianhen knew that if he didn't use force, these villains would never let it go. But once they did, swords and blades had no eyes, and he couldn't bear to hurt either Meng Ying or Yan Yinshuang. In his dilemma, his eyes met Yan Yinshuang's, hoping to get her support.
As if sensing his intentions, Goddess Yan nodded slightly, pulled Meng Ying behind her, and stood side by side with Mo Tianhen. She drew her sword, pointed it at the bandits, and said, "Yan Yinshuang, daughter of Yan Shiyuan, the leader of the Righteous Qi Altar, is here! If you don't make way, beware of the dangers of swords!"
Having witnessed Meng Ying's fate, He Jianshuang couldn't help but laugh in surprise, "Oh? Trying to seduce me? Go ahead and take off your clothes, I'll definitely take you!"
Then, his face hardened, and he waved his hand, commanding, "Brothers, attack! Kill the men, and take two beauties back for some fun!"
The bandits, already eager to attack, surged forward upon receiving their leader's order, surrounding the three.
Yan Yinshuang whispered in Mo Tianhen's ear, "Don't kill anyone."
Mo Tianhen knew his senior sister was kind-hearted and wouldn't harm anyone; she shared his thoughts. The two were of one mind, and before the bandits could attack, they struck first!
The moment the fighting began, Mo Tianhen realized his earlier worries were unnecessary.
These bandits, though seemingly burly and imposing, were only intimidating in appearance; they lacked real skill, relying solely on brute force to wield heavy weapons. While their imposing presence was impressive, their aim and technique were nonexistent, rendering them utterly ineffective in the eyes of seasoned martial artists.
Mo, Yan, and Xue were all from prestigious schools. Mo Tianhen and Yan Yinshuang, in particular, were considered among the most outstanding of the younger generation, second only to the most elite disciples of the three sects. Xue Mengying's martial arts, while far inferior to theirs, were still significantly superior to the bandits.
However, despite their superior skill, the three were locked in a prolonged and unsuccessful battle!
He Jian, who had been watching from the sidelines with sharper eyes, noticed something amiss and smugly laughed, "Brothers, give it your all! These rookies won't dare to shed blood, so go all out!"
The situation was indeed as He Jian had described. Although the three were highly skilled in martial arts, they were unwilling to injure anyone. These bandits, though blocking their path, posed no real threat to them, so there was no need to kill them.
Hearing their leader's words, the bandits suddenly realized their mistake and launched a fierce attack, plunging Mo Tianhen and his companions into a desperate struggle!
However, even without the desire to harm, the three were far superior in martial arts to the bandits. The eight bandits fought for a long time but still couldn't defeat the three.
Then He Jian shouted again, "We outnumber them! If we can't win, we'll fight them slowly!"
Upon hearing this, the bandits seemed to receive an order, and their attack instantly transformed from a chaotic free-for-all into a structured assault.
Mo Tianhen had originally planned that the bandits, lacking internal energy and relying solely on brute force to wield their heavy weapons, would eventually exhaust themselves, allowing him to win without a fight. However, the few bandits engaged them in a war of attrition, attempting to wear down the three men. This put them on the defensive.
Unable to inflict damage, and with their strength waning from the relentless attacks, Mo Tianhen and his companions fought the bandits for a long time, their fatigue becoming increasingly apparent.
Soon, a burly bandit swung his axe. Mo Tianhen, frustrated and impatient, suddenly swung his sword to parry, deflecting the massive axe. The burly bandit, unable to withstand the force, lost his grip on the axe, blood streaming from his hands as he screamed and staggered backward.
This enraged He Jianshuang, who hadn't yet joined the battle. He roared, "Boy, how dare you hurt my brother!"
and then brandished his disproportionately large, thick-backed broadsword, joining the fray.
The moment He Jianshuang made his move, the situation for the three of them took a sharp turn for the worse! Mo Tianhen hadn't expected this tall, thin man to possess such strength; each strike was powerful and heavy, swift and fierce, his martial arts skills were comparable to his own, and for a moment the two were evenly matched!
With their leader joining the fray, the other seven bandits were instantly freed. They abandoned Mo Tianhen and focused their full attention on attacking the two women. The wounded bandit, ignoring the blood streaming from his hand, grabbed his giant axe and charged forward again, joining He Jianshuang in attacking Mo Tianhen.
With the addition of skilled fighters to restrain him, and coupled with his previous exhaustion, Mo Tianhen gradually showed signs of fatigue. Yan Yinshuang was also panting heavily, drenched in sweat. Meng Ying, whose martial arts were slightly weaker, was so tired that she could barely hold her sword.
In desperation, Mo Tianhen disregarded the principle of "a gentleman does not harm others," raising his sword to the sky, ready to unleash the Eight Dances!
Just then, Mo Tianhen suddenly felt his limbs go weak, and he couldn't hold his weapon. His sword clattered to the ground!
Mo Tianhen knew something was wrong, thinking he had been poisoned. But then he saw He Jianshuang, like him, drop his broadsword and collapse to the ground!
"You used poison!"
"Kid, you played dirty!"
Mo Tianhen and He Jianshuang shouted at the same time, but simultaneously realized something was wrong. In an instant, the sound of weapons falling on the mountain path echoed, and a group of people collapsed to the ground. Meng Ying followed closely behind, while Yan Yinshuang was slightly better, but she could only kneel with her sword, her lips slightly parted, panting softly.
"The snipe and the clam fight!" Although he collapsed, Mo Tianhen was still conscious and could still speak. He hurriedly asked, "Mengying, Senior Sister Yan! Are you alright?"
Meng Ying's slightly tearful voice came through: "Ugh, Brother Tianhen, Meng Ying can't move, what should we do?"
Yan Yinshuang looked around alertly and said rationally, "We've been ambushed."
Curses erupted all around, a group of bandits lying on the ground shouting and cursing. Mo Tianhen, however, felt a growing fear: Had Yuwen Po caught up?
Just as Mo Tianhen was wondering, a strong, fragrant breeze swept past him, accompanied by a seductive laugh that could melt one's soul. A radiant, mature, and alluring figure gracefully walked into the center of the crowd—a bewitching beauty.
Her breasts were full and high, her curves fully revealed. A small, dark blue bodice, tied only with two thin cloth ropes at her back, barely covered half of her rounded breasts, revealing her smooth, pink back. A pale white veil draped over her shoulders added to her allure. Her
slender, flat waist was exposed, her movements graceful and seductive. Below her waist was a high, curvaceous, full buttocks. A short, crepe-silver skirt, only a foot long, couldn't fully cover these tempting mounds, revealing a small glimpse of her peach-like valley below her alluring waist, sparking the imagination.
Below her full hips were two smooth, firm, and slender jade pillars, their curves accentuated by the slightly high-heeled leather boots, long and alluring.
The bewitching beauty surveyed the group sprawled on the ground, her half-exposed shoulders slightly shrugged, revealing a charming smile. With intense allure, she spoke, "So many strong men, who should I choose?"
She then walked to Mo Tianhen, hands on her hips, and leaned down, scrutinizing his face for a moment. "My little lover is quite handsome," she said, "but she's probably a virgin; perhaps her skills are lacking."
As she spoke, her eyes were alluring and seductive, her two round, full breasts half-exposed outside her clothing, swaying naturally before Mo Tianhen. Combined with her captivating charm, this caused Mo Tianhen's already weak body to slowly harden!
The alluring woman noticed Mo Tianhen's unusual movement, smiled sweetly, and stroked his gradually rising manhood through his clothes, saying in a seductive voice, "My little lover is quite well-endowed. With a little training, he can surely bring me great pleasure."
Mo Tianhen had never had his private parts touched by a woman since he was a child! Now, being boldly touched by this alluring woman, his manhood suddenly became erect, and his face flushed crimson with embarrassment. He wished he could turn his head away and never look at her again.
But in this critical moment, he forced himself to remain calm and asked, "Did you poison me?"
Seeing Mo Tianhen's shy appearance, the alluring beauty smiled coquettishly, skillfully unbuckling Mo Tianhen's belt. While intimately touching and stroking his youthful penis, she said in a seductive voice, "Yes, so many strong men have made me so eager to share pleasure with you!" Her lewd words stirred Mo Tianhen's heart, but he still did not reveal the source of the poison.
Just as Mo Tianhen was about to press further, he heard curses erupting behind him. Several bandits lying nearby roared, "You harlot, you betrayed us!"
"Quickly, cure me! I'll fuck you to heaven!"
"Get rid of the poison for me, or I'll get up and fuck your cunt!"
The woman smiled seductively, tossed aside Mo Tianhen's penis, and turned her head, saying, "Which gentleman wants to pamper me?"
This turn of her head was full of charm, alluring to the bone, and captivating. Even Yan Yinshuang and Xue Mengying, as women, couldn't help but secretly admire this woman's unparalleled beauty and natural allure.
When the three bandits saw the woman turn her head with a captivating glance, their angry curses instantly turned into anticipation. They hoped the beauty would quickly fulfill her "promise" and they could enjoy her seductive charm. They all shouted, "It's me, grandpa! Little lady, come and serve this great master!"
"Oh? You were calling me a slut just now, but now you're calling me little lady?"
The woman knelt down next to one of the bandits, her jade-like hand caressing his chest. Her short, silver skirt revealed glimpses of her cleavage, making the bandit's eyes widen and his mouth almost water. He hurriedly replied, "Little lady, aren't you thirsty? Brother has a big meat stick for you to enjoy!"
"Have you ever killed anyone?" the woman suddenly asked, seemingly out of nowhere.
The bandit was taken aback: "Why do you ask that?"
The beauty's alluring eyes captivated him: "I like men with guts, men who have tasted blood, aren't they more manly?"
The bandit was overjoyed and hurriedly replied: "I've killed, of course I've killed, how can I be a..."
Before he could finish speaking, a sound of bones cracking stunned everyone present. The woman pressed her delicate hand, which was on the bandit's chest, down hard, and a horrifying indentation appeared instantly on his chest—bones broken, heart shattered!
"You lied..." Heaven and hell switched in an instant. The bandit's last question was left unspoken as he died!
However, the woman remained calm, gracefully walking over to another bandit, squatting down, and taking his hand, asking, "So, have you killed anyone too?"
Seeing his brother's gruesome death, the bandit was instead enraged, shouting at the woman, "I have! So what? Go ahead and kill me if you dare!"
The beauty covered her mouth and chuckled, "I am a woman, I can only bear children, I have no offspring myself, but..."
As she spoke, she released a burst of strength from her hand, and the bandit instantly died! "However, your lack of courage doesn't stop me from killing you."
This woman killed two men without batting an eye, leaving everyone speechless. She then moved gracefully to the third bandit, lightly stepping onto his chest, revealing a glimpse of her skirt beneath his clothes. With a seductive air, she said, "So, I suppose you've killed before?"
Having witnessed her previous actions, the bandit was terrified, wetting himself and trembling like a leaf, crying and begging for mercy, "Kill...killed! Please spare me, heroine! Don't kill me!" Mo Tianhen, indignant at the woman's cruelty, remembering the massacre of his entire Mo family before his eyes, and unwilling to see anyone die before him again, spoke up to stop 　　her
, "Stop! Don't take any more lives!"
The woman glanced back at Mo Tianhen and said, "My little lover, they were determined to kill you, yet you pleaded for them? With a heart like yours, you'd be devoured alive in the martial world in no time."
Mengying retorted, "Nonsense, we've walked tens of thousands of steps!"
The woman chuckled, her charm growing even more alluring, "What an adorable little sister, I'll pamper you soon, don't rush."
Mengying quickly replied, "No, no, I'm happy enough with Brother Tianhen's pampering, I don't need your ruthless, murderous sister's pampering."
Seeing Mengying's adorable, immobile yet swaying head on the ground, the woman showed a fleeting tenderness before turning to Mo Tianhen.
Mo Tianhen, seeing the woman kill the bandits, knew she couldn't possibly be Yuwen Po's man.
He was inherently kind; even though he had uttered the words "deserves to die" to Yuwen Po at the Righteousness Altar, he hadn't intended to kill him. However, this woman's killing was entirely based on her own whims, and her cruel actions had crossed his bottom line.
Therefore, although Mo Tianhen was unable to move at this moment, he still arrogantly replied, "Human life is of paramount importance. My Mo family aims to protect the common people and will not tolerate your indiscriminate killing of the innocent!"
"Indiscriminate killing of the innocent, indeed." The woman stared directly at Mo Tianhen, but secretly released force with her feet. The bandit let out a strange cry and followed in the footsteps of his two companions.
Seeing her kill another person without any scruples, Mo Tianhen was completely enraged and said, "In your eyes, is human life so worthless?!"
"Not only worthless, but also easily defeated!" The woman withdrew her jade feet and swayed her slender waist as she walked towards Mo Tianhen.
Having witnessed the fate of the three bandits, Yan Yinshuang was extremely nervous and hurriedly shouted, "Witch, don't go near him!"
"Oh? It seems both of you are interested, making me quite jealous." Hearing Yan Yinshuang's words, the woman turned around halfway, walked to her side, and stroked her delicate, fair face with her left hand, while her right hand actually traveled down her slender and graceful neck, climbing up her firm and tender breasts!
Those seemingly delicate hands were actually deadly weapons, roaming all over Yan Yinshuang's body.
Mo Tianhen was shocked and shouted, "Don't touch her!"
But the woman ignored him and continued to grope the beautiful young woman.
Yan Yinshuang's face turned red from being touched. When had she ever suffered such humiliation? Helplessly, her limbs were still powerless to resist, and she could only close her starry eyes in shame and indignation, two clear tears falling down her cheeks.
Suddenly, the woman's caresses stopped abruptly. With a slightly surprised tone, she said, "It's rare to find someone with such natural beauty and allure, still untouched. To possess such captivating charm even as a virgin, it's hard to imagine how alluring and seductive you'll be after losing your virginity. I'm afraid any man who sees you will fall in love with you and desire to kiss you."
Mo Tianhen breathed a sigh of relief when the woman stopped, but then everything went black before his eyes, revealing a breathtaking view of her skirt. The beautiful woman's jade-like hand caressed his heaving chest as she softly said, "Those men were vicious and wicked. If I killed them, I'd consider it an act of kindness. Why not? You refused to harm them before, yet they tried to kill you and then rape your lovely companion. If you let them go, they'll continue to rob people here, harming innocent people passing by. Tell me, if I listened to you and spared them, would you be saving lives or taking lives?"
The Mohist philosophy advocates protecting the world and saving the nation, upholding the common people—in short, "protection." It emphasizes that in life, one should distinguish right from wrong, help the weak and punish the strong, not kill indiscriminately unless there is evil, and protect the weak—in short, "chivalry."
Mo Tianhen adhered to this principle. Even when faced with Yuwen Po's malicious attempts to kill him, he did not retaliate. Now, seeing these defenseless bandits being brutally murdered, he could not remain indifferent!
However, what the woman said made sense. Mo Tianhen pondered for a moment before finally speaking, "Indiscriminate killing is wrong, but we can't let them continue their evil deeds. Here's what we'll do: let them go for now, and make them swear never to do evil again. If they commit any more crimes in the future, you can kill them without complaint!"
Hearing that Mo Tianhen was actually pleading for them, the bandits all wept bitterly, repeatedly saying they dared not commit any more crimes, begging the woman to spare their lives.
The woman gave Mo Tianhen a deep look and said expressionlessly, "You're still too idealistic. The martial world isn't as trustworthy and righteous as you imagine. If you try to save everyone, you'll probably end up saving no one. What's worse, sometimes the people you save will stab you in the back."
Mo Tianhen said proudly, "Even if the martial world is treacherous, Mo Tianhen is fearless! Human nature is inherently good, and I don't believe that everyone I save will be ungrateful!"
The bandits beside him roared one after another, promising to be good people in the future, calling her "benefactor" repeatedly.
Seeing Mo Tianhen's resolute gaze, the woman sighed softly, "You are still too young. I have nothing to say to you."
She then gracefully rose, reverting to her alluring demeanor, and said, "Your internal strength is quite strong; the effects of the medicine will wear off in a moment. Don't blame me for not warning you. In the martial world, it's always best to be cautious."
She then addressed the bandits who had collapsed to the ground, "Remember, my name is Yan Ruoliu. Next time you're thinking of doing evil, you might want to think about where I am first!" As she spoke, the woman swayed her hips and walked away.
Upon hearing this name, He Jianshuang was suddenly shocked—"Enchanting Demon" Yan Ruoliu!
She was the despised, wanton woman who had killed three of his brothers!
A short while later, Mo Tianhen, Yan Yinshuang, and He Jianshuang simultaneously felt they could move again.
Mo and Yan helped Meng Ying, who was still slumped on the ground, to her feet. He Jianshuang, however, knelt before the corpses of the three dead bandits, his expression blank. The other bandits, looking at the three long-dead bodies, all felt a sense of shared sorrow.
Yan Yinshuang, respecting his loyalty to his brothers, took a silver note from her bag and handed it to He Jianshuang, saying, "Give them a proper burial. Don't rob people again."
He Jianshuang ignored her, remaining motionless. Yan Yinshuang assumed he was overly grieving and said nothing more, gently placing the silver note behind him before gesturing to Mo Tianhen, who was carrying Meng Ying, to continue on their way.
However, what she didn't see was that He Jianshuang gritted his teeth, suppressing his tears, his red-rimmed eyes filled with anger and resentment, his heart brimming with venomous thoughts: "It's all because of you three dogs, you caused me to lose three brothers! I swear I won't rest until I avenge this! If it weren't for the fact that that vixen hasn't gone far, I would definitely seek justice from you! Yan Ruoliu, and Mo Tianhen's two women, one day I will pin you down and fuck you hard, fuck you into submission, fuck you into my female slaves, my bitches, only then can I vent my hatred, only then can I appease the spirits of my brothers in heaven!"
Mo Tianhen believed in the inherent goodness of humanity, but he didn't know that ungrateful people were right behind him, thinking about how to violate and humiliate the women he deeply loved!
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After this incident, the three of them had much less laughter and joy on their journey. Mo Tianhen had seen the hellish scene, so his mind was still relatively calm, but Meng Ying and Yan Yinshuang were witnessing murder for the first time, and their minds were greatly shocked.
The three quickened their pace in silence, and by the next morning, they were nearing the border of Hongluan City. As they walked, dust suddenly billowed from an open area beside the road ahead, the sounds of clashing weapons and fighting filling the air.
Mengying, still shaken, quietly asked, "Brother Tianhen, are there bandits again?"
Mo Tianhen frowned, unsheathed his sword, and said, "Let's go see."
He had only taken one step when Yan Yinshuang stopped him. Her pretty face tightened slightly, and she shook her head, saying, "It's better not to meddle."
Mo Tianhen was about to obey, but remembering the scene of Yan Ruoliu killing three people in front of him, he pleaded, "I'll just watch from the side. If nothing serious happens, I'll leave immediately."
Yan Yinshuang had no choice but to let him go, and she and Mengying followed behind.
On the open ground, five men in yellow robes were attacking a man and a woman, swords drawn. The woman, dressed in purple, had a delicate, oval face and long, bright phoenix eyes; she was a strikingly beautiful woman. The man, dressed in black, was also quite handsome.
Both men and women employed a light and agile style of martial arts, their swords swift and nimble. The woman, in particular, appeared frail but was as light as a swallow, her graceful movements blending seamlessly with nature, her posture elegant as a fairy. The men in yellow, however, were solid and steady, their sword strikes carrying a hint of grandeur and loftiness.
Although the two were slightly more skilled, they were outnumbered and surrounded, unable to break free. They could only lean back to back, struggling to defend themselves against the men in yellow's fierce attacks, constantly on the verge of death.
Seeing this, Mo Tianhen was about to step forward when Yan Yinshuang quickly grabbed him, glaring at him with her beautiful eyes and scolding, "I told you not to meddle! Are you trying to be a hero and save that pretty girl?" Mo
Tianhen hurriedly replied, "No, it's just that those people are ganging up on us, and I can't stand it."
Yan Yinshuang complained, "Those people aren't much weaker than you in martial arts. Do you think you can help?"
Mo Tianhen knew this was the truth, but he couldn't stand by and do nothing. He could only shamelessly say, "Senior Sister, let's help together, okay?"
Yan Yinshuang was new to the martial world and had never witnessed bloodshed. Although she had been raised with the iron-blooded military discipline, she still harbored a deep-seated fear of Yan Ruoliu's incident, and therefore firmly opposed Mo Tianhen causing any more trouble.
His actions were once again thwarted, and Mo Tianhen was filled with resentment. He could only grip his sword tightly and keep a close eye on the battle before him.
Soon, the battle circle between the yellow-clad men shrank, and the black-clad man grew increasingly anxious. After a few exchanges, he made a startling move!
His swordplay changed, abandoning its agile stance for a more powerful, sweeping attack, temporarily forcing his opponent away. Then, he turned and shoved the purple-clad woman, who was entangled in combat, towards the yellow-clad man!
The two had entrusted their backs to each other; this move by the man was tantamount to putting the woman in a fatal position! The purple-clad woman cried out in surprise, not expecting her back to be betrayed. Stumbling, she crashed into the yellow-clad man's sword!
The yellow-clad men, seeing the purple-clad woman's "strange" footwork, assumed she intended to fight to the death and were momentarily taken aback, withdrawing their swords and turning to defense.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the black-clad man, without stopping, used his swallow-like lightness skill to escape the battle circle like a flying arrow!
Just as the man passed the woman in purple, their eyes met. He noticed her exquisite oval face, her brows furrowed, and her beautiful phoenix eyes filled with astonishment, as if she couldn't believe he would treat her this way. Her fragile expression almost made him stop in his tracks!
However, in that life-or-death moment, the man hardened his heart, turning his head away, refusing to look into those sorrowful eyes. He used his lightness skill to its fullest extent and swiftly fled!
Seeing the man abandon her right before her eyes, the woman in purple was heartbroken, tears welling in her sorrowful eyes. However, the man in yellow, seeing the man in black had gone far away, didn't pursue. Instead, all five longswords attacked the woman in purple!
Shocked first, then heartbroken, and now facing five deadly swords, the woman in purple was instantly in grave danger. She could only rely on her swift movements to cling to life, but it was a last struggle; defeat was only a matter of time!
Seeing this, Mengying, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but cry out, saying to Mo Tianhen and Yan Yinshuang, "Brother Tianhen, Sister Yan, that man is so despicable! He only cares about running away! Let's go help that pretty sister!"
Seeing that the shameless man was using his companion's life to clear a path for his own escape, and the woman in purple was on the verge of death, Mo Tianhen's mind was filled with memories of the Mo family massacre and Yan Ruoliu's murderous acts yesterday. He had only one thought in his mind—he couldn't let innocent people die before his eyes because of his incompetence!
He didn't want to have any more regrets and had already been unable to restrain himself. Hearing Mengying's plea, he told her not to intervene, and then angrily drew his sword and charged towards the man in yellow!
Yan Yinshuang also despised the actions of the man in black, and her chivalrous heart was stirred. No longer worried about whether she was "meddling," she followed closely behind Mo Tianhen and drew her sword to help!
Five men in yellow were focused on attacking the woman in purple when they were suddenly attacked from behind. Mo Tianhen and Yan Yinshuang attacked from the front and back, disrupting the yellow-clad men's coordinated formation!
Just as the yellow-clad men's swordsmanship was slightly disrupted, Mo Tianhen unleashed his "Spring and Autumn Blade," using "Sword Controlling the Thousand Autumn Winds" to create a sandstorm that blocked the yellow-clad men's vision, allowing him to reach the woman in purple. Yan Yinshuang followed closely behind, unleashing her "Guarding the Mountains and Rivers" aura to halt the yellow-clad men's offensive!
The sudden arrival of reinforcements surprised both the woman in purple and the man in yellow. They withdrew their attacks and looked at the two uninvited guests, but the leader of the men in yellow continued his offensive, shouting angrily, "You even have reinforcements!"
Mo Tianhen lightly swung his Mo Wu Chunqiu sword to intercept the man in yellow's attack, then held his sword horizontally to protect the woman in purple, and said to the man in yellow with a stern face, "Don't you feel ashamed that so many of you are besieging a weak woman!"
"Shameless?" the man in yellow laughed, "Liu Fangyi, but if you don't hand over my sister today, I will take your life!"
At this moment, the woman in purple spoke up, "Shangguan Guihong, I have explained many times that your sister's disappearance has absolutely nothing to do with my Flying Swallow Alliance!" She spoke slowly and softly, her voice clear and clean, yet with a firm resolve.
"Absolutely no connection?" Shangguan Guihong sneered again, "Then what about the Flying Swallow Swift Sword used by the person who attacked my sister? What explanation do you have for that!"
Liu Fangyi's fair and beautiful face was as cold as ice as she said coldly, "The innocent are innocent. The Flying Swallow Alliance disdains to engage in the same shameless behavior as your Returning Goose Gate!"
Shangguan Guihong snorted coldly and turned to Mo Tianhen, saying, "Young brother, this is a dispute between the Flying Swallow Alliance and the Returning Goose Gate. I hope you will not interfere."
Mo Tianhen said, "A dispute between two factions should be settled fairly. I really cannot stand by and watch you bully the weak with your numbers." Shangguan
Guihong roared angrily, "You ignorant brat who can't distinguish right from wrong! Today you insist on stirring up trouble, and I will make you vanish into thin air!"
Without another word, he attacked Mo Tianhen and the other two! The yellow-clad men beside him moved in response, forming an encirclement that trapped the three of them!
Mo Tianhen's face was ashen, but his sword burned fiercely: "You want me to be reduced to ashes? I'll show you what it means to get burned!"
"Mo Kuang Ba Wu: Sword Sweeping Across the Sky in Flames!"
The sword swept out with flames, and Shangguan Guihong felt a wave of heat hit him, the surging heat knocking him to the ground! As
the sword wind passed, Shangguan Guihong felt his eyes burning, the pain unbearable!
Looking at himself, he saw that his clothes had been scorched with holes by the sword wind, leaving him in a sorry state.
Seeing this, the other four quickly abandoned Yan Yinshuang and Liu Fangyi to check on Shangguan Guihong's injuries, only to find that half of his eyebrow had been burned off, and his half-bald eye socket looked particularly awkward.
Mo Tianhen, having established his authority with a single sword strike, remained unmoved, looking down at Shangguan Guihong and saying, "I do not wish to engage in a major conflict; please leave!"
Shangguan Guihong knew that with Mo Tianhen and Yan Yinshuang's assistance, his few men were powerless to subdue Liu Fangyi. He spat angrily, his eyes filled with hatred as he hurled threats at Mo Tianhen: "You wait, brat! We will not let this go! We have made an enemy of the Huiyan Sect, and we will certainly avenge it! And you, Liu Fangyi! If you do not hand over my sister, the Huiyan Sect will annihilate the Feiyan Alliance!"
Liu Fangyi's beautiful face remained as cold as frost, and she coldly replied, "The Feiyan Alliance is fearless!"
"Hmph!" Shangguan Guihong hastily rose and ordered his men to leave. Before departing, he viciously said to Mo Tianhen, "Bro, remember my words!"
Seeing Shangguan Guihong and his group disappear into the distance, Mo Tianhen and Yan Yinshuang both sheathed their swords.
Mengying ran over with concern, "Brother Tianhen, Sister Yan, are you hurt?"
Both Mo Tianhen and Yan shook their heads to indicate they were not. Mengying then turned to Liu Fangyi and asked, "Pretty sister, are you hurt?"
Liu Fangyi gently shook her head and said lightly, "I was just slapped a few times, it's nothing."
Only then did Mo Tianhen have a chance to see the beautiful woman's face clearly: although she wasn't as stunning as Yan Yinshuang, she was still incredibly beautiful.
Her temperament was extremely clean and pure, truly otherworldly. Her oval face was smooth and full, with smooth lines. From any angle, it was a beautiful and soft curve, possessing a wonderful symmetry. Her features were exquisite and elegant, perfectly matched. In particular, her phoenix eyes were long and bright, with slightly upturned corners that were not seductive but rather added to her ethereal beauty. Her pure and upright appearance made it impossible for anyone to have any evil thoughts. Her forehead was also unusually full and symmetrical, and her delicate nose was upturned and high, with a perfectly placed hump on the bridge that made her even more ethereal.
Her skin was exceptionally fine, a natural, healthy rosy glow emanating from her milky white complexion, giving her an ethereal, almost translucent quality.
She was remarkably tall and slender, her curvaceous figure appearing remarkably graceful even in a slightly oversized, narrow-necked, floral-patterned blue lotus-patterned robe. The robe swayed gently with her movements, further emphasizing her elegant and serene physique, making every gesture imbued with a lively spirit.
Just as Mo Tianhen was admiring the woman's refreshing and vibrant aura, Liu Fangyi spoke to the three men, saying, "I am deeply grateful for your righteous assistance. I would like to invite you to the Flying Swallow Alliance so I can offer you a simple meal as a token of my gratitude."
Her words were extremely polite and sincere, and Mo Tianhen quickly replied, "It was merely my duty to help when I saw injustice; Miss Liu, there's no need for such formalities."
Yan Yinshuang, being a woman, was quite sensitive. She saw a deep, unyielding sorrow in Liu Fangyi's bright, dark eyes, knowing she was still grieving over being betrayed by her fellow disciples. Not wanting to upset her, she said, "Those people probably won't let this go so easily. Tianhen, why don't we escort Miss Liu back together?"
Mengying chimed in, "Yes, Brother Tianhen, it's too dangerous for Sister Liu to go back alone. Let's see her off!"
Mo Tianhen thought to himself, "You're just getting greedy because of the banquet... But since Senior Sister insists, let's go with her."
He agreed, "Alright, please lead the way, Miss Liu."
Liu Fangyi nodded to the three of them and silently turned to lead the way. The four of them entered the city, heading towards the Flying Swallow Alliance's headquarters.
*** *** ***
Hundreds of miles outside the Righteous Qi Altar, the area was sparsely populated and the mountains were treacherous. Because it was so remote, the mountains were teeming with wildlife and teeming with life.
It was midday, the sun blazing overhead. Along a clear stream in the valley, rabbits chased each other, sheep and deer leaped about, and several herds of wild cattle leisurely drank from the bank.
Suddenly, a gust of wind arose on the flat ground, the air crackling and popping as if exploding, startling the animals into a chaotic frenzy!
When the wind subsided and the sound ceased, four men stood on the shallow water—the masked young master and his companions who had escaped from the Righteous Qi Altar!
All four were panting heavily, utterly exhausted. Huyan Nixin, still naked, looked around and slowly said, "This place is well hidden; there's no need to worry about the Righteous Qi Altar people chasing after us."
Qingmei quickly knelt down to beg for forgiveness, saying, "Your subordinate failed in your abduction attempt, exposing our whereabouts. I deserve to die! Please punish me, Young Master!"
Huyan Nixin calmly said, "You'll be weak for a few days after using the Thousand-Mile Talisman. Rest here and recover properly. Once you're healed, return to the manor quickly, lest the effects of the Qi-Suppressing Powder wear off."
Seeing that the Young Master ignored him, Qingmei's heart pounded, and she kowtowed, not daring to say another word.
At this moment, Huyan Nixin said again, "Qingmei, go find me some clothes and travel expenses for wealthy young masters, and also some commoners' clothes and a Qi-Slaying Nightmare. Remember, don't let us follow you this time!"
Qingmei dared not ask any more questions and obeyed. Qi-Slaying Nightmare, however, asked in confusion, "Young Master, why aren't you wearing the same clothes as us? Is there another plan?" Huyan Nixin
remained silent and began to meditate. Qiongyan dared not ask any more questions and silently guarded the area.
Half a day later, Qingmei returned, bringing back a large bag of silver notes and clothes. Huyan Nixin dressed and said sternly to Qingmei, "I originally planned to infiltrate the Righteous Qi Altar to seize an opportunity, but because I listened to your advice and cherished myself, I used the energy-draining methods of those women to restore my strength. Unexpectedly, you were careless and attracted the Altar Master Yan Shiyuan! How powerful is Yan Shiyuan? Even if I were unharmed, I would not be able to defeat him easily, let alone when I was seriously injured! If it weren't for you, how could I have been injured by Yan Shiyuan again!"
Upon hearing this, Qingmei was so frightened that she immediately knelt down. Huyan Nixin continued, "I will arrange the rest myself. You and Jingsha Qiongyan must return to the manor immediately without delay! Also, use the recording stone to contact me regularly and report the movements of the Glazed Pagoda and the manor. Do you understand?"
The young master was furious, and Qingmei dared not persuade him any further. The three of them nodded repeatedly and accepted the order without saying another word.
After completing the deployment, Hu Yan Ni said unhappily, "Mo Tianhen, you're lucky. Several times, experts have blocked my way, allowing you to survive for a while. But don't worry, I'm determined to get the Mo Xin Stone. You can't escape my scheme!"

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