Supreme Forgetfulness Furnace 15

Chapter One: Heartbreak

Seeing her junior sister Wuyou crying her eyes out, Mu Wuqing felt utterly helpless. What
abilities did that man called Young Master Yun possess that made the innocent and carefree Wuyou so infatuated

? "You know that Master hates men more than anything, no wonder he confined you," Mu Wuqing said.

"Our Supreme Forgetfulness Sect is now ruined. Since we can't return to our former glory, why does Master still keep us so
tightly bound?" Mu Wuyou puffed out her cheeks, sniffling as she spoke.

"If Master heard that, he'd confine you for another year," Mu Wuqing shook her head, then sighed silently.

The Supreme Forgetfulness Sect considered themselves messengers of Heaven, only killing those whom Heaven forbade. Each generation had only two successors, rarely venturing into the mortal world
. But when they did, they killed renowned figures, then vanished without a trace, leaving behind only legends.

However, twenty years ago, their aunt Qin Ru was kidnapped and raped by the Joyful Union Sect, and her whereabouts remain unknown to this day!

This also resulted in the loss of half of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect's martial arts techniques.

"A sword of utter ruthlessness and heartlessness, a sword of flawless purity and mindlessness; a face bestowed by heaven, possessing unparalleled martial arts, yet utterly
detached from emotions, leaving one to beat one's chest in despair."

This saying is widely circulated in the martial arts world, praising not only the beauty and martial arts of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect's successors but also describing
the characteristics of the sect's techniques—

the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect's techniques are a set of combined sword manuals, divided into the Ruthless Sword Manual and the Heartless Sword Manual. The

Ruthless Sword Manual's techniques and true energy are passed down through generations, requiring a woman of extraordinary talent and utter ruthlessness and heartlessness to cultivate. She must not break her virginity
, nor be moved by emotions; through ruthlessness comes focus, and through focus comes ultimate strength.

The Heartless Sword Manual's techniques and true energy are passed down through generations, requiring a woman of exceptional talent and flawless mind to cultivate. She must not break her virginity
, nor be moved by emotions; through flawlessness comes clarity, and through clarity comes enlightenment.

When the Heartless Sword and the Heartless Sword are cultivated simultaneously, one can unleash the supreme martial art – the Supreme Forgetfulness Sword. The practitioner can experience its
profound depths , break through to higher realms, and prove their Dao through martial arts.

However, twenty years ago, Qin Ru, the Heartless Sword Master, was defeated by the Hehuan Old Demon, who stole her primordial yin and enslaved her, turning her into
the fearsome Heartless Sword Consort. The Master

was severely injured and fled. The Hehuan Old Demon saw the women of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect as ideal vessels and relentlessly pursued them. After this battle, the Master's cultivation level plummeted,
rendering her powerless against the Hehuan Old Demon. The Supreme Forgetfulness Sect was forced to hide deep in the mountains, barely clinging to life. The Master
also developed a deep hatred for men.

Mu Wuqing sighed. Now, the Master had passed on the Heartless Sword's true energy to her, but with Qin Ru missing,
there was no one to pass on the Heartless Sword's true energy to Wuyou. The Heartless Sword technique was effectively lost. Without the combined techniques, the Supreme Forgetfulness Sword could not be cultivated
; it was not unreasonable to say the sect was ruined.
"Senior Sister Wuqing, you are devoted to the Dao, and even with the Heartless Sword Technique, you have a chance to reach the pinnacle of martial arts. But I can only cultivate martial arts techniques, not
internal energy cultivation, so I have no hope at all. What's wrong with pursuing love? Am I destined to grow old alone? I don't care!
I'm going to find Young Master Yun! Senior Sister Wuqing, please help me keep this a secret, I beg you!"

Seeing the innocent Mu Wuyou crying so bitterly, Mu Wuqing couldn't refute her.

Mu Wuqing sighed, "...I can't hide it for too long." Even though she
was indifferent , she had genuine feelings for her childhood friend, Junior Sister Wuyou.

Mu Wuyou smiled through her tears, "Thank you, Senior Sister Wuqing."

***

The atmosphere at Yunteng Inn was very different today, all because of the girl at the entrance who was so beautiful she seemed otherworldly. She had
jet-black hair, styled into two short braids, bright eyes and white teeth, like a lotus emerging from the water, innocent, charming, and adorable.

At this moment, the girl was standing on tiptoe, looking left and right, as if searching for someone.

"Miss, are you looking for someone? Do you need my help?" a voice rang in her ears.

"I'm looking for Yunhua, do you know him?" Mu Wuyou asked, tilting her head.

The bearded man laughed, "Yes, yes, I know Brother Yunhua very well. Have a drink with me first, and
I'll have him come find you later." With that, he reached out and grabbed Mu Wuyou's wrist.

Everyone at the Yunteng Inn sighed at the sight. The man was a notorious bully in the area, who had abused countless young ladies.
This incomparably beautiful girl was unlikely to escape unscathed.

Although Mu Wuyou was naive, she was not stupid. She flipped her wrist to dodge the grab, and at the same time, she formed a sword finger,
ready to retaliate.

"I am Yunhua. I've heard that you and I are quite familiar," a swordsman in a green robe suddenly appeared in the room, grabbing Mu Wuyou
's sword finger with one hand and holding his sword to the man's neck with the other.

Mu Wuyou's pretty face flushed slightly.

"Mind your own business..." The man was about to retaliate, but upon recognizing the swordsman in green, he suddenly became extremely frightened
. "Young Master Yun... It was my fault for being so blind. Please forgive my rudeness."

"Young Master Yun! "

"Yun Hua, the second-ranked martial arts prodigy and successor of the Cloud Sword!"

The people at Yunteng Inn exclaimed in surprise.

Yun Hua said calmly, "I don't want to see blood today. Roll it."

Mu Wuyou, standing to the side, cutely stuck out her tongue, recalling the last time she sneaked out and met Young Master Yun for the first time. It was
a similar scene to today. Back then, she was unhappy that he had saved her and had even fought with him.

Inside a superior room at Yunteng Inn.

Mu Wuyou's pretty face was flushed, her small hands clutching the hem of her clothes. A young virgin meeting a man in private, sharing a room—if
her master found out, he would surely break her legs.

As if to break the awkward silence, Mu Wuyou took the initiative to start a conversation, saying, "Second on the Martial Arts Prodigy Ranking, the successor of the Cloud Sword, seems
very powerful."

Yunhua nodded and said, "Very powerful." Yunhua

's feigned seriousness made Mu Wuyou chuckle. She had actually heard of the Martial Arts Prodigy Ranking,
and at the top, but the Supreme Forgetfulness Party didn't care about such empty titles.

The room fell silent again, a little awkward. Both of them knew that their meeting today was naturally for that
reason .

Yunhua looked at Mu Wuyou and said, "Miss Wuyou, I am about to leave Hangzhou for a long journey. I wonder what you have thought about, would you be
willing to travel with me?"

Mu Wuyou lowered her head, avoiding Yunhua's expectant gaze, and said sadly, "I'm sorry, the kindness of my sect is as heavy as a mountain."

Yunhua sighed, "So it was just a beautiful dream." Her tone was full of regret.

Mu Wuyou's beautiful eyes gradually reddened. She had finally met the man she loved, but now that they were parting, she didn't know when they would meet again.
Even if they did meet, would their fate still be there?

She would probably have to return to her sect to cultivate the hopeless Heartless Sword, living
a life , and grow old alone.

…How could this be?

The surging emotions within her heart—how could she bear it?

A woman of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect ,

though seemingly unmoved by feelings, was easily overwhelmed once she fell in love. Taking a deep breath, as if making a decision, Mu

Wuyou said, “No matter what, I’ll wait for you. You have to come find me.” Yunhua was taken aback, then shook his head, saying, “This journey will be a parting of ways, the future uncertain and fraught with danger. I don’t want to waste Wuyou’s
youth .”

“I won’t waste it. I’m giving myself to you now. I will always wait for you. You can’t not come find me.” Mu Wuyou
lowered her head, her delicate face as red as a ripe apple.

Yunhua was astonished, “…Does Wuyou mean…”

“If you say another word now, I won’t consider you a man.” Mu Wuyou was so ashamed she almost buried her head in the floor
.

The oil lamp went out, the light dimmed, the moonlight was still, and inside the room, the man and woman whispered sweet nothings.

“You’re so beautiful,” Yunhua said passionately, his gaze so intense that Mu Wuyou just wanted to hide somewhere.

"Mmm..." Mu Wuyou's lips were captured, Yunhua's tongue forcefully probing in. Her fragrant tongue instinctively tried to
resist , but instead intertwined with his.

Then, a large hand slipped inside her clothes, past her bodice, and caressed her breasts, which had never been touched before. Mu Wuyou's delicate
body trembled, seemingly unaccustomed to it, and she twisted her body shyly, but she couldn't escape Yunhua's invasion.

Mu Wuyou felt Yunhua's increasingly heavy masculine breath, and saw the infatuation in Yunhua's eyes, and she couldn't help but feel
joy. She knew she was extremely beautiful; in fact, the successor of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect had always been hailed as the most beautiful woman in the world, and
she was very happy that her appearance could please Yunhua.

Suddenly, Yunhua's hand slipped into her lower body, touching her already wet private parts. "No!" Mu Wuyou
squeezed her legs together in shame and shock, preventing Yunhua from continuing his invasion.

"Wuyou, give yourself to me. From now on, you are mine, and I am yours. Even if I am far away, my heart will always be with you, and
I will eventually return to marry you." Yunhua stared deeply into Mu Wuyou's eyes and said affectionately.

Mu Wuyou's legs slowly relaxed, and she lowered her head shyly, murmuring, "Mmm."

Her clothes slipped off one by one, and under the moonlight, the two gradually became one.

Feeling Yunhua enter her body, Mu Wuyou felt a membrane being torn apart, and tears streamed down her face from the pain.

Yunhua touched Mu Wuyou's cheek and asked with heartache, "Does it hurt?"

"Kiss me." Mu Wuyou hooked her jade-like lips around Yunhua's neck and kissed him, her tongue clumsily searching for Yunhua's
tongue.

Yunhua began to thrust into her.

His hot penis was inserted into her lower body, back and forth, shallow and deep, rubbing against Mu Wuyou, causing her great pain. She had never known that
the act between men and women could be so painful.

Yunhua also played with her firm breasts, kneading and flicking them, making Mu Wuyou
blush from time to time.

Strangely enough, Mu Wuyou gradually stopped feeling pain, replaced by waves of tingling numbness. She couldn't help but open her mouth
slightly , making shy sounds.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...Yunhua...mmm..."

"Mmm...oh...mmm...mmm..."

Mu Wuyou relaxed, and her previously tense legs gradually relaxed. At this moment, she innocently imagined
Yunhua panting as a farmer, pressing down on her and working hard.

The feeling of being worked made

Mu Wuyou blush and want to burrow into Yunhua's arms, yet there was also a sweet joy.

Gradually, Yunhua's thrusts became faster and faster, filling and rubbing every sensitive spot in Mu Wuyou's body, a
feeling she had never experienced before surged to her head.

"Mmm—Yunhua, if you don't come back to me, I will hate you for the rest of my life." Mu Wuyou cried out softly, her hips arching
as if to respond to Yunhua, her lower body convulsing and trembling.

Mu Wuyou was content; having met the one she loved, what more could she ask for? No matter how much time passed, she
would for Yunhua to come and marry her at the Taishang Wangqing Sect.

Mu Wuyou didn't notice that as she climaxed, an unknown red aura flowed from her lower body to Yunhua
, and a faint red glow emanated from their point of union. At this moment, Yunhua's face was feverish, like a madman.

"Mmm...Yunhua...Mmm...Ah..."

"Mmm...Ah...Mmm...Wuyou likes you so much...Ah..."

Mu Wuyou's eyes were glazed, her breath coming in gasps, as if she were on a cloud, her lower body climaxing again and again, unable to stop for a long time.
As a novice in lovemaking, she only felt that there was no such comfortable thing in the world, and all the unhappiness in life seemed to be swept away with it.

However, gradually, Mu Wuyou felt something was wrong.

…How could her martial arts foundation be crumbling

? Mu Wuyou came to her senses and saw a strange red light emanating from the point where the two were joined. Feeling her martial arts foundation crumbling
, she was incredulous and asked tremblingly, “Yunhua, what is this?”

“It’s a cultivation technique.”

“The successor of the Heartless Sword of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect. Although he lacks true energy due to the lack of the previous generation’s transmission, the virgin’s yin essence is still a great tonic.
I can’t tell you anymore, I haven’t finished absorbing it yet, it’s so good…” This kind of evil

cultivation

technique only exists in one place, a place that Mu Wuyou has known since childhood.

Mu Wuyou asked incredulously, “The Joyous Union Sect?”

Yunhua nodded with a smile and said, “The Joyous Union Old Demon is my master.”

Upon hearing this, Mu Wuyou felt as if the sky had fallen and the earth had cracked, as if the most beautiful part of her life had collapsed.

At this moment, she was unaware that she had been framed. Had she actually offered her most precious possession to the mortal enemy of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect?

"Beast, pull it out!" Mu Wuyou cried, trying to get up, but having lost her martial arts foundation, she felt weak and powerless, as if she
had never been so weak in her life.

Yunhua scolded, "Stop fooling around." After saying that, his right hand reached between Mu Wuyou's legs, pinching her clitoris with two fingers and rotating it continuously. It was the Hehuan Sect
martial art - Rain of Delight.

"Oh—" Mu Wuyou cried out in anguish. The irresistible pleasure surged again, and her lower body once again lost control and climaxed wildly
. A red bridge of light formed at the point where their lower bodies were tightly joined, and her precious martial arts foundation was continuously transferred to Yunhua.

The successors of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect were all women with the best physique and unparalleled talent in the world. Even without cultivating true qi, their foundation
was still a great tonic for the Hehuan Sect.

Gradually, despair filled Mu Wuyou's eyes. She looked at Yunhua, tears streaming down her face, and asked, "I was so devoted to you, even
willing to give myself to you. Even if you are a member of the Hehuan Sect, how could you be without true feelings? Did you only deceive me?"

Mu Wuyou stared into Yunhua's eyes, as if trying to see something. Even now, she still couldn't accept that this was the first time she had truly been moved.
Love had come to such an end. She only wanted to pursue love, unwilling to grow old alone. How could Heaven be so cruel ?

"Legend has it that the successor of the Supreme Heartless Sect is ruthless and heartless, yet possesses unparalleled beauty, the most beautiful woman in the world. Wuyou, you
are so beautiful, innocent and kind, how could any man be heartless towards you?" Yunhua stroked Mu Wuyou's cheek,
wiping away her tears.

Just as a glimmer of hope rose in Mu Wuyou's heart, Yunhua's devilish voice rang out again.

"So I not only want to deflower you, but also want to take you as my sex slave, just like Master took your Aunt Qin Ru...
the Seal of the Harmonious Union!"

Yunhua shouted, striking Mu Wuyou's heart with his palm. Where Mu Wuyou couldn't see,
a .

Moments later.

Mu Wuyou lay on the bed like a soulless puppet, her body weak, the mess of her first sexual encounter still visible between her legs.

Mu Wuyou's heart, soul, will, and thoughts had not disappeared, but there was now an existence above them—Yunhua
. Her instincts told her that she could no longer defy Yunhua's will in this life.

"Sword Consort, this woman's virginity has been lost. Can she still be taught the Heartless Sword Technique?"

"Yes, but it's like a broken pot. Even if she cultivates in the future, eight-tenths of her true energy will be lost, her realm
will improve slowly, and she will have no hope for martial arts in this life." A strange woman's voice rang out from the shadows.

"That will do."

Mu Wuyou turned her head with difficulty, looking towards the source of the voice, and saw a woman whose beauty was no less than her own, her senior sister Wuqing's, and her master Qin Yan's
.

"Then go and prepare. I still need to use my stamina on this woman."

"Yes."

...

Chapter Two: The Heartless Sword,

the Supreme Forgetful Sect.

In a valley filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.

The morning sun shone on Mu Wuqing's long, flowing hair, casting specks of stardust
. Her eyelashes were long and beautiful, her face exquisite and flawless, her aloofness chilling to the bone. If Mu Wuyou was an innocent and carefree lotus emerging from the water, then Mu Wuqing was an inviolable, exquisitely beautiful solitary plum blossom.

She

swung her sword.

She swung her sword. She swung her sword.

Mu Wuqing had been wielding her sword continuously for three days without interruption. Strangely, with each swing, countless chirping insects, colorful butterflies, and
kingfishers danced around the sword, seemingly unafraid of being accidentally injured.

If Mu Wuyou were to witness this scene, she would surely understand the reason.

For humans are devoid of humanity, and swords are ruthless; before the ruthless sword, all beings are equal, like the Way of Heaven. The aura of the ruthless sword was similar to the Way of Heaven, unconsciously attracting
countless chirping insects, colorful butterflies, kingfishers, and all things in nature.

Suddenly, Mu Wuqing's cold eyes narrowed, and the true energy of the ruthless sword flowed to the blade, thrusting forward. A thunderclap suddenly erupted from the sky, and the chirping
insects, colorful butterflies, and kingfishers fled in fright.

A moment later, the thunder ceased, and the valley appeared. The flowers were still flowers, the trees were still trees, and the valley was still a valley—everything seemed
unchanged .

Mu Wuqing closed her eyes, seemingly enlightened, a smile appearing on her usually aloof face.

"Heaven is ruthless, treating all living beings like straw dogs; but Heaven also has feelings, and in its wrath, tribulation lightning is unleashed, killing those whom Heaven desires to kill." The Ruthless Sword only
kills those it desires to kill; the flowers and trees in the valley remain unharmed.

Mu Wuqing was naturally indifferent to worldly matters, finding joy only in martial arts; for her, cultivation was the greatest happiness in the world.
Even if she couldn't master the Supreme Forgetfulness Sword, Mu Wuqing still wanted to use the Ruthless Sword in her hand to reach the pinnacle of the Heavenly Dao.

Just then, a carrier pigeon flew to her.

"Junior Sister Wuyou,"

she unwrapped the letter; it contained only one line—

"The Hehuan Sect has been spotted, come to Hangzhou immediately!"

Mu Wuqing's expression changed drastically, and she rushed towards her master's location.

The Supreme Forgetfulness Sect's hall.

Qin Yan looked at the contents of the letter, her jade-like hands trembling slightly. The past twenty years seemed like yesterday. Time flies, and
the girl of that time is now mature and weathered. Qin Yan looked at the disciple kneeling before her and said,

"Twenty years ago, Junior Sister Qin Ru was kidnapped and raped by the Hehuan Sect, and I was seriously injured and fled. From then on, the Heartless Sword Technique was lost
, and the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect was forced to hide in the mountains."

"Master's generation is a disgrace to the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect. I have failed my ancestors. Now I have passed on my skills to you.
As the successor of the Heartless Sword Technique in this generation, you must wash away the shame left by the previous generation."

"You are the most talented person in our sect's history. Now, your strength is such that you could even fight the old demon of the Hehuan Sect back then.
This trip is not only to destroy the Hehuan Sect, but also to save your Aunt Qin Ru. If she is beyond saving, after obtaining the Heartless Sword Manual... then kill her
."

Mu Wuqing's heart tightened, and she knelt down, saying in a deep voice, "Disciple obeys."

Qin Yan sighed, "Be careful in everything." Looking at Mu Wuqing's cold face, Qin Yan seemed to see herself in the past.
However, Mu Wuqing's talent and ability far surpassed hers, and she would not repeat her mistakes. She could only hope that heaven would bless the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect and
that everything would go smoothly.

...

Mu Wuqing flew through the air with her lightness skill, arriving in Hangzhou three days later at night.

As soon as she stepped into the place, Mu Wuqing sensed something. Within a certain distance, she could sense Mu Wuyou practicing the Heartless Sword Manual
. Mu Wuqing was somewhat surprised. Mu Wuyou's aura was now as bright as a lamp in the night, far stronger than before.

Puzzled, Mu Wuqing rushed towards Mu Wuyou's location. Soon, she saw the back of Mu Wuyou's head; she
was concealed in the darkness, perched on a leafy tree.

Mu Wuqing lightly touched the ground, her toes landing on the branch where Mu Wuyou was.

"Senior Sister Wuqing." Without turning around, Mu Wuyou could sense her presence.

Mu Wuqing looked at Mu Wuyou with suspicion. The closer she got, the more she sensed it; Mu Wuyou indeed seemed different from before, as if
… her skill had improved.

Noticing Mu Wuqing's gaze, Mu Wuyou said, "I'll explain to Senior Sister Wuqing later. I placed a tracking incense
on , so I dared not get too close. That sorcerer seems to be making a move tonight, and I'm worried that innocent women might be harmed if we stay too long."

Mu Wuqing nodded, her expression cold, "Saving lives is paramount. Please lead the way, Junior Sister Wuyou."

With that, the two set off eastward. Mu Wuqing didn't notice the barely perceptible sorrow that flashed in Mu Wuyou's eyes.

At the Hangzhou Prefect's residence.

It was late at night, and no one knew that a shocking event was unfolding in the boudoir of the Prefect's most beloved youngest daughter.

Yu Yue'er's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, her major acupoints sealed, her small mouth straining to open, yet no sound could be uttered.

"As expected of a renowned beauty in Hangzhou, though not quite as stunning as Mu Wuyou, you still make one look forward to your taste." The masked man
chuckled, deftly removing Yu Yue'er's clothes and taking off her bodice. Soon, Yu Yue'er was completely naked, revealing her bare skin.
Her naked, beautiful body.

Yu Yue'er was filled with shame and indignation, yet unable to move. Her eyes pleaded; all the people of Hangzhou knew that in a month, she would
be married to the young master of the Ning Prince's mansion. How could she lose her virginity now?

If she truly lost her virginity, what would the young master Ning think of her?

The masked man said teasingly, "Although I want to savor you slowly and treat you gently, tonight you are just bait. I can only
finish quickly , and after I've had my fill, I'll run away." After saying that, he thrust his spear into her, ignoring Yu Yue'er's dryness, and began
to thrust mercilessly.

"Ugh!—" Yu Yue'er bit her lip until a trickle of blood appeared, her eyes filled with despair, feeling a constant stream of excruciating pain from her lower body.

But the masked man used some unknown technique, a series of fancy and complicated gestures, sometimes rubbing her breasts, sometimes flicking
her nipples, sometimes pinching her shameful clitoris, combined with the shallow and deep thrusts, and she began to feel her desire rising.

"Ugh...no..." Yu Yue'er had never practiced martial arts and was powerless against the Hehuan Sect's bizarre and erotic techniques. Soon, her
beautiful eyes glazed over, and she gasped for breath.

After a while, the masked man felt he had enough. His right hand reached between Yu Yue'er's legs, skillfully pinching and twisting her clitoris—
it was the "Rain of Passion.

" Yu Yue'er moaned softly, her lower body continuously releasing her virgin essence.
Unlike Mu Wuyou, who had practiced martial arts, Yu Yue'er, being just an ordinary person, quickly turned pale, her smooth skin becoming slightly dry.

What Yu Yue'er didn't know was that her future life would be marked by weakness and illness, and she might not even live past thirty. The Hehuan Sect's
techniques were that harmful to ordinary people.

A moment later...

Sensing that his "Hehuan Slave" was nearby, the masked man pressed on Yu Yue'er's delicate body, releasing her sealed
acupoints then slapped her across the face, saying, "Scream."

"Ah—" A heart-wrenching scream pierced the night sky.

"Oh no, we're too late." Mu Wuyou, on the rooftop, exclaimed, her face changing drastically.

A masked figure burst out of a room below and quickly fled into the distance.

Mu Wuqing said coldly, "Chase." Her eyesight was exceptional; she had already seen that the woman inside the room had been violated.
Such actions by the Hehuan Sect were absolutely intolerable.

The two chased for a while, but the masked figure seemed to realize that escape was impossible and stopped in a deserted alley.

Mu Wuqing drew her sword, pointing it at the masked figure, and said, "Junior Sister Wuyou, step back." The demon opposite her clearly also possessed
true qi cultivation, and Mu Wuyou, who only practiced martial arts, was not suited for this situation.

"Senior Sister Wuqing, be careful." Mu Wuyou didn't say anything more and retreated.

Mu Wuqing said coldly, "Hand over the whereabouts of my sect's Martial Aunt Qin Ru, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse."

"Heh heh, the one who came is a successor of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect. No wonder you two are so beautiful.
If I could take you as my furnaces, wouldn't that be wonderful?" The masked figure's eyes seemed to see through Mu Wuqing's body,
scanning her with lewd intent.

"Shameless." Mu Wuqing lightly lifted her foot; one moment she was ten meters away, the next she was in front of the masked figure,
swinging her sword down.

The masked figure only felt a sword strike without any killing intent coming towards him, as if his right arm would be severed in the next moment.
The masked figure remained unfazed, instead chuckling, "The Heartless Sword, you think you can cripple me? You're far too arrogant
."

The masked figure formed a lotus gesture with their right hand, two fingers gripping Mu Wuqing's sword. Their fingers rotated mysteriously, using
the "Rain of Colors" technique to tease Mu Wuqing's sword like a plaything, neutralizing her fierce sword strikes.

Seemingly recognizing the lewdness of this technique, Mu Wuqing's cold face hardened. Her sword strike, initially only at five-tenths of its power, suddenly increased
to eight-tenths, intending to sever the demon's fingers.

However, the masked figure countered with a "Nipple Flick," immediately deflecting Mu Wuqing's sword. Simultaneously, their left hand formed a claw, carrying a foul, lewd aura,
and reached for Mu Wuqing's chest. Mu Wuqing, naturally unwilling to be touched by the demon, had no choice but to meet their palm strike head-on.

Bang!

A deafening crash of clashing true energy sent both flying backward.

Mu Wuqing regained her footing, her opposing hand trembling slightly, her heart filled with shock. In her past martial arts competitions, no one had ever
been able to match her skill. Even her master said she could fight the Old Demon of the Hehuan Sect. Could this person be the Old Demon of the

Hehuan Sect? What Mu Wuqing didn't know was that Yunhua, like her, was hailed as the most talented successor in the history of the Hehuan Sect. His martial arts skills
were no less hers, and even slightly surpassed his master, the Old Demon of the Hehuan Sect.

Yunhua raised the hand he had clashed with to his eyes and looked at it directly. He noticed that the nail of his index finger was slightly broken and bleeding. He frowned, seemingly
extremely dissatisfied: "It seems there's no way to capture you here. We'll meet again another day."

Mu Wuqing said coldly, "Trying to escape?"

Yunhua shook his head, pointed to Mu Wuyou, who was hiding not far away, chuckled, and leaped away, disappearing into the distance.

Mu Wuqing lifted her feet, but after thinking of Mu Wuyou not far away, she didn't continue to chase after him.

Mu Wuyou returned to Mu Wuqing's side, bowing her head guiltily, "I've become a burden to you, Senior Sister Wuqing."

Mu Wuqing shook her head, glancing deeply in the direction the masked figure had departed, then her attention returned
to . Her feeling was correct; Mu Wuyou's skill had indeed improved.

This feeling… was her true energy

sensing Mu Wuqing's gaze. Mu Wuyou nodded, "I met Aunt Qin Ru. She wasn't
completely , and she secretly passed on some of the Heartless Sword's true energy to me. She also revealed the whereabouts of the Hehuan Sect's demons to me
. We must rescue Aunt Qin Ru!"

…

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