Fate always plays tricks on people

The still bustling and vibrant Hongwu Gate at night and the flickering candlelight in the room created two completely different worlds. Shangguan Langxuan repeatedly washed her body with the cold well water in the bucket, her eyes shifting between resentment, bewilderment, and shame. Finally, she sighed softly, closed her eyes, and two glistening tears mingled with water droplets at the corners of her eyes, almost spilling.
Just moments ago, deep in the dimly lit courtyard, she had struggled to wrap herself in her tattered clothes, picked up her long sword, and angrily pointed it at Ye Chen.
"You...you...you ruined me!" Shangguan Langxuan cried out in panic and resentment.
Ye Chen didn't know what to say. He was a lecherous man who lacked proper guidance from a young age, making him somewhat indifferent to morality and chivalry. So, when faced with Shangguan Langxuan's questioning, he felt guilty but didn't condemn himself too much. After thinking for a long time, he finally told the truth: "Sister Langxuan, I had no choice. You must know about Daoyu's Maha Heartless Sword. I didn't know anything at the time." At the same time, he thought: Fortunately, I was half awake. I can enjoy her clean little feet... Shangguan Langxuan then hated Daoyu's vicious intentions and swordsmanship, but she also understood that Daoyu's sword energy was not aimed at her. So, it seemed that the only thing she could hate was the cruel hand of fate. But she was not an ordinary weak woman. She deeply understood the ancient sage's admonition that "Heaven has no favorites"... The more she thought about it, the more bitter and suffocated she felt. It was as if her eight-petaled skull had been opened and a bucket of ice water had been poured over it. She suddenly drew her sword across her neck, hoping to find relief through death.
Ye Chen took a step forward, flicking away her sword with his finger, and said with a wry smile, "Alright, it sounds strange for me to say this. Reputation is just nonsense to others, but life is the most precious thing a person has. Langxuan is a heroine of the martial world and a talented woman of literature, how could she do such a foolish thing? Besides, you and I won't announce tonight..." "Tonight what? Nothing tonight!" Shangguan Langxuan flashed her sword with a cold light, and a flower of blood bloomed on Ye Chen's forehead. His
long hair danced wildly in the wind, and a smear of blood made Ye Chen's still-childish handsome face look extremely sinister.
If he were two years older, he might still be a handsome man... Shangguan Langxuan suddenly shook off this thought. In fact, she knew almost nothing about Ye Chen's personality and way of doing things.
"Anyway, I've caused countless troubles in the past six months. I'm used to having too many lice to bite, and too many debts to worry about. If Sister Langxuan wants to take my life, Ye Chen will gladly accept it without hesitation." Ye Chen turned and threw Dao Yu and Chen Qingyan's corpses into a corner, not bothering to hide them carefully. He sighed and left.
Shangguan Langxuan, in a daze, sneaked back to her bedroom, dressed herself in clean new clothes like a walking corpse, and collapsed weakly at the corner of the bed. A profound loneliness enveloped her, as if she had just had a terrifying nightmare.
She sobbed for a long time, gently rubbing her aching vulva and breasts, thinking: Wasn't he driven by inner demons, unable to control himself? How could he have come up with such a shameful and hateful position?
Yet the tingling in her tender soles and the lingering soreness on her delicate toes still throbbed within her.
Two soft, smooth feet, as delicate as a baby's, were intertwined in a desperate embrace. At that moment, Shangguan Langxuan suddenly felt a strange sense of relief, and her sobs and choked cries unconsciously stopped, turning into soft, unintentional breathing... Ye Chen took a deep breath as he walked down the road. He still had to say the nice things, but if Langxuan wanted to kill him, he couldn't just let it go. He also thought about how he had casually mentioned Yuan Ye's name this time, and wondered if the masked man could find him.
Pushing open the door, Xia Xiaoshi was still leaning against the couch with his eyes open. "Where have you been so late?" Ye Chen said, "Going out to see the scenery." Xia Xiaoshi sneered, "Hey, do you think I'm a child? How did you hurt your head while looking at the scenery?" "I bumped it by accident." When Ye Chen came back, he had already tidied his hair and washed his wound. He didn't expect this young man to be so thoughtful, noticing his injury even in the dark.
"With your skills, how could you fall flat on your face? Did you lose a sparring match with someone?" Ye Chen laughed. "I happened to see a beautiful woman practicing swordsmanship while I was out for a walk. I couldn't help but offer my comments, just like Grandpa did. I didn't expect to be favored, but instead, we started fighting. I was a little distracted and got a cut." "You think you can compare to my grandpa? He... how old is he? But it doesn't matter. We're just strangers who met by chance. You can have any troubles or worries you have, just don't drag us down with you. Um, but that..." "But what?" Ye Chen felt that Xia Xiaoshi especially liked to act like a mature and wise adult, but his face was still full of childishness, and he was still a child who couldn't hide his feelings.
Xia Xiaoshi blushed slightly and asked, "Which beauty is practicing swordsmanship? Is she prettier than Wen Xue?" Ye Chen laughed, recalling the days when he and Li Fujiu would comment on the beautiful women of the Tianyuan Sect, and said,
"Do you know Shangguan Langxuan from the Chunqiu Academy? That's the one I met." "Don't brag. You think you can fight her with your skills?" "That's not necessarily true. Let me tell you about this beautiful girl..." Ye Chen was talking nonsense, but in his heart he thought, "I really feel bad for Sister Langxuan today. Not to mention a Martial Saint, if I had the unparalleled martial arts of 'One Thought, Ten Thousand Laws,' I could just domineeringly marry her. Then I could have whatever I wanted, and that would be true freedom. Unlike now, where things seem peaceful on the surface, but in reality, we're like duckweed on a small boat, everything is shrouded in mist and I can't see clearly."
He finally had a vague premonition that after this championship, his life would most likely take a turn for the better.
The next morning, hundreds of junior disciples of the Hongwu Sect began setting up the venue. Tables and chairs were arranged around the giant plaza, as there were so many guests that it was roughly estimated there would be over a thousand tables. They would need to rent equipment from all the restaurants and stalls in and around the city, and hire dozens of village women to help the chefs wash vegetables, kill fish, and cut meat. Even the disciples' children were helping the hired laborers and servants hang decorations and prepare dried fruits and candied fruits.
A grand martial arts gathering showcasing the spirit of a sacred sect couldn't be held with just a lot of money; the tens of thousands of sets of tables, chairs, bowls, spoons, plates, and chopsticks alone were beyond the reach of ordinary wealthy families.
Fortunately, Jiang Yiwei, the Hongwu Sect's chief steward, was shrewd and capable, directing the work in an orderly manner. With hundreds of people working, there was no chaos or disorder.
By noon, the noise was deafening, and crowds thronged inside and outside the sect. Even the rarely seen former sect leader, Bai Guchan, personally came out of the main hall.
The disciples of the Innate Tai Chi Sect had arrived.
Ye Chen, having nothing better to do, squeezed into the crowd. He had long heard of Ning Wuji, the successor of the Martial Saint; even arrogant figures like Nie Qianque and Mu Lanting avoided him. Today, he had to see this seemingly superhuman figure.
In the distance, a group of about thirty people walked slowly. Chu Yunge of the Immortal King Palace had completely shed his arrogance, showing no trace of pride. Murong Jiaye of the Blazing Emperor Palace walked cautiously and slowly, not daring to overtake the black-clad youth at the front. The other accompanying experts were even more respectful, not daring to breathe loudly. Ye Chen thought this must be Ning Wuji.
He had dark skin, a tall and imposing figure, eyes like morning stars, and a face like a tiger. Even ordinary experts would shiver involuntarily upon meeting his gaze. This confidence came not only from his martial arts skills but also from the supreme majesty cultivated since childhood.
"Sect Master Bai has arrived!"

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