Ye Cheng Yi Jian

On New Year's Eve, the night before the New Year, people eat dumplings and set off firecrackers.
Under the bright moon and white snow, the city streets are paved with large bluestone slabs, and red lanterns hang from small shops. On New Year's
Eve,
whether you are a high-ranking official or a commoner, your family gathers together for a New Year's Eve dinner, gives
lucky money to the children, and buys them firecrackers.
Therefore, this usually bustling bluestone street is now deserted, with only one person slowly strolling along.
This person is Ye Cheng.
His face is ruddy, and he wears a fine blue cloth
robe . A blue cloth belt is tied around his waist, fastening a black leather-covered scabbard, with a small section of grayish-brown
hilt protruding from the scabbard.
It was with this very sword, ten days ago, that Ye Cheng, stabbed to death Xiao Feilong, the leader of "Xiaoyun Village," a name that struck fear into the hearts of heroes throughout the land
. Xiao Feilong was originally a
lieutenant He was skilled with a silver spear, and few in the martial arts world could rival him. However, General Cai, having gained merit,
became arrogant and domineering in the court, ultimately leading to his execution along with his entire family by the emperor on a pretext. Dissatisfied with this, Xiao Feilong
escaped with a dozen soldiers, fleeing to this small town in Jiangnan. He built
a stronghold on Xiaoyun Mountain south of the town and became a bandit.
It is said that he was the only person in Ye Cheng, without parents, brothers, or sisters, surviving by taking orders, killing wanted criminals, and collecting
bounties . After becoming a bandit, the government offered a 500 tael bounty for his capture, but neither the martial arts world nor he
did. After committing several crimes, the bounty rose to 1500 taels, but still, neither did he.
When Xiao Feilong committed robbery and murder, the bounty increased to 2600 taels. The martial arts world was eager to act, but dared not, and neither did he.
A dozen days ago, Xiao Feilong robbed the post station carrying lychees for the emperor, looting all the jewels, fruits, and beautiful women that were meant to be presented to the emperor .
This enraged the emperor, and the reward for his services skyrocketed to thirteen thousand taels of silver. While the martial arts world
whispered and discussed the matter, no one dared to step forward and accept the challenge. Ye Cheng, however, acted. Killing a wanted criminal was a matter of life and death. Usually, several skilled fighters would agree on how to divide the reward and then go together. Ye Cheng didn't. He went alone, carrying only his black-sheathed sword. Less than an hour , the henchmen of Xiaoyun Village had either fled or scattered. The martial arts heroes watched helplessly as Ye Cheng, grinning , carried Xiao Feilong's head to the yamen and exchanged it for a thick stack of silver notes. Later, one of the escaped henchmen was captured by the heroes. Everyone asked him, "How did Ye Cheng kill Xiao Feilong ?" The henchman, still shaken, replied, "When Ye Cheng came alone, Chief Xiao didn't even give him a second glance. He simply ordered his five leaders to finish him off." The martial arts practitioners' expressions changed. They knew that while those five leaders weren't as skilled as Xiao Feilong, they were still renowned figures who had fought their way . If they had joined the martial arts world, each of them would undoubtedly have become a famous and influential person. If Xiao Feilong had sent these five men to deal with Ye Cheng, how could he possibly have survived? The henchman continued, "I don't know how, Ye Cheng just smiled faintly. Then, all five leaders fell to the ground, dead!" He looked terrified and added, "I'm not lying! I didn't even see how attacked, I didn't even see him draw his sword, and the leaders were all dead!" The swordsmen asked again, "What about Xiao Feilong?" The henchman said, "Chief Xiao told us to bring out the silver spear." Xiao Feilong was a battle-hardened general—who on the battlefield wasn't a skilled killer? He could take on ten men single-handedly, demonstrating his exceptional martial arts skills; even those in the martial arts world dared not challenge him. "Later, Chief Xiao fought him in the open space outside..." The swordsmen knew that an open space was perfect for utilizing the long-range power of a spear. Although Ye Cheng's swordsmanship was exquisite, he would be at a disadvantage fighting a spear in an open area. "And then?" an impatient young swordsman pressed. "Later...later Chief Xiao died...We saw our chief die, and all we cared about was escaping . We didn't think about anything else!" The swordsmen, as if they had witnessed a fierce battle, all breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't ask how Xiao Feilong was killed. Even the young swordsman knew that such battles between masters, though full of mysteries, were all hanging by a thread. He, a mere lackey, couldn't possibly see it clearly. So, for someone like Ye Cheng, on New Year's Eve, wouldn't the martial arts world invite him for a drink and reminisce ? Ye Cheng, having no parents and no one to rely on, would always accept invitations to banquets, regardless of their intentions . He would also drink any wine offered to him in one gulp. Fortunately, he had a high tolerance for alcohol, so he was never drunk and then killed by a single sword strike. Ye Cheng had just returned from a banquet, a large sum of silver notes tucked into his pocket, dressed in newly made clothes . He walked along the long street, brightly lit by red lanterns, his footsteps treading on the New Year's snow, humming a little tune as he headed towards the tiled house he had built himself outside the city. At the city gate stood a small noodle stall. The stall owner was an old man with gray hair and a back bent to his knees. He called out to Ye Cheng in a hoarse voice, inviting him to rest his legs and have a bowl of freshly cooked hot meat dumplings. Ye Cheng, his stomach rumbling with the smell of alcohol, went over to the stall. The old man smiled ingratiatingly, "Sir, still traveling on New Year's Eve! Have a bowl of dumplings, it's not expensive, only ten coins." Ye Cheng chuckled, "No dumplings, just a bowl of light vegetable noodles." The old man, still hunched over, invited Ye Cheng to sit down at the small wooden table beside the stall. He bent down to take a bowl from under the stall... but suddenly, he pulled something from the stall, flicked his finger, and several cold stars flew ! Ye Cheng seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; his body lightly rose, just barely dodging the projectiles. The old man straightened up, revealing himself to be a strong young man in disguise. His left-hand projectile missed, but his right hand had already drawn a single-edged sword from the stall, and in a flash, he was in front of Ye Cheng. Although his steps were unhurried, his movements were incredibly fast, a level of lightness skill that would be considered top-notch in the martial arts world. His single-edged sword flashed like a thousand rays of light, instantly trapping Ye Cheng within its grasp. Ye Cheng didn't draw his sword; his body swayed lightly twice, dodging the incoming blade. The young man's two strikes missed, and just as he was about to strike a third, his wrist suddenly went numb, and the single-edged sword fell to the ground with a thud.

Ye Cheng, still smiling, held the hilt of his sword at the end of its sheath, the blade having just lightly grazed his opponent's wrist .
The young man, his single sword falling to the ground, suddenly pulled a long whip from his robes. With a flick of his wrist, the whip shot forth like a serpent unleashed,
its force like a raging flood, aimed directly at Ye Cheng's chest.
Ye Cheng seemed to have anticipated this move. He slightly leaned forward and tapped the whip seven inches from its hilt with his sword. The whip
immediately went limp, like a venomous snake caught in a vital spot. This seemingly ordinary slash at the wrist and tap on the whip's vital point, however, was crucial. In a fight, especially against a skilled killer, even a moment's hesitation or mistake could be fatal. Ye Cheng's slash and tap were both swift and precise, shattering the young man's two deadly attacks in a single Ye Cheng smiled, said nothing, and simply took a step forward. A bead of sweat immediately appeared on the young man's brow! Just then, a person entered through the city gate. In such a critical moment, who would care who the person entering was or what they looked like? The young man, however, saw them. In a flash, he was in front of the newcomer, his left hand swiftly grabbing , was already pressed against the person's throat. Only then did Ye Cheng see the person's face clearly. A light red dress, appropriate makeup clinging to her body, revealing her exquisite curves. Long black hair, delicate arched eyebrows, clear pupils, and cherry-red lips. This was clearly a young woman in the prime of her life. Ye Cheng smiled bitterly, "If you want to leave, I won't stop you." The young man snorted, "Ye Cheng's swordsmanship is unparalleled. His lightness skill is also unmatched! In the snowy night, I inevitably leave footprints, so how can I know if you will follow me? In that case, how can I leave with peace of mind?" Ye Cheng laughed, "Fine. I won't follow. Not only that, I didn't encounter anything today. I just drank some wine and went straight back to my room to sleep. Nothing happened in between. I won't think that a young man came to kill me, nor will I think about where his hidden weapons, knife skills, and whip skills came from. Of course, I won't think about who he is or why came to kill me." He paused, then smiled and said, "How about it?" The girl had been caught off guard by the sudden turn of events and hadn't recovered for a moment. She just looked at Ye Cheng with a face full of fear, her appearance truly pitiful. The young man tightened his grip on her throat with his right hand, his face grim as he shouted, "Stop talking nonsense! Disappear right now, or I won't be polite!" Ye Cheng chuckled, "Alright, I'd like to see how you'll be impolite." With that, he pulled and sat down. The young man's face turned deathly pale. He cried out, "If you... don't leave, I... I'll really have to..." His voice trembled slightly. Ye Cheng ignored him. He simply grabbed a cup from the table, turned around, took a bottle of wine from the stall, smelled it, muttered to himself, "No poison..." and poured it into the cup. The young man bit his lip, then suddenly freed his left hand and, with a hiss, ripped off half of the girl's clothes. Half of the girl's body was exposed, her breasts half-hidden, half-revealed, like a warm jade in the moonlight. Only then did she finally come to her senses. Just as she was about to scream, a finger tightened around her throat, silencing her completely . She instinctively tried to cover herself with her hands, but the young man swiftly restrained her. Ye Cheng downed his drink and poured himself another. The young man hissed, "You, Ye Cheng! You call yourself a chivalrous hero who eliminates evil, yet you saw this and didn't help?" Ye Cheng gestured and laughed, "She's with you, her throat is in your fingers, how can I help?" The young man said, "Just walk away, and I won't harm her." Ye Cheng smiled bitterly, "But I haven't finished my drink." Veins bulged on the young man's forehead, his clothes already soaked with cold sweat. Ye Cheng was right in front of him, and he could only use her as a hostage. Moving would leave an opening. Staying meant killing the girl? If she died, he would have no way to survive. The muscles in the young man's face seemed to twitch. He suddenly hissed at Ye Cheng, "Let's make a deal!" Ye Cheng asked, "What deal?" The young man said, "I promise you I won't kill this girl. Now, I'll tell you, there's a group of people in the south of the city, all dressed in black and masked..." Ye Cheng laughed, "Wearing black and masked on New Year's Eve?" The young man's voice trembled as he shouted, "Let me finish!" He continued, "They're an organization." Ye Cheng asked, "What organization?" The young man whispered, "I can't tell you. But they carry a map that marks the location of the treasure hidden by the notorious thief Feng Mantian thirty years ago." Thirty years ago, the infamous thief Feng Mantian was killed by a group of chivalrous heroes. But it was rumored that he left behind a considerable fortune, which no one had been able to find. Ye Cheng said, "These kinds of things are usually confidential. How did you find out?" The young man whispered, "Don't ask! I only want to save my life. Go get the map, and I can escape immediately. From now on , we'll know nothing about each other!" Ye Cheng sneered, "How do I know this isn't your trap?" The young man shouted, "If you've been forced into this life-or-death situation, and all you're thinking about is survival, would you still have the mind to set a trap to harm someone?" Ye Cheng smiled, "No." The young man said, "If there's no one in the south of the city, with your lightness skill, catching up to me won't be difficult. When you retaliate because you were deceived, I'll surely die a horrible death." Ye Cheng said, "That's right." The young man... He said, "If what I say about a group of people in the south of the city is true, you'll be fighting them for the map and won't be able to look after me. That way, I'll have enough time to escape." Ye Cheng said, "Hmm!" The young man said, "This shows that what I said is true." Ye Cheng said, "Indeed." The young man said, "Good! They might still be in the south of the city. If you're too late, you'll never see even a trace of the map !" Ye Cheng slowly said, "If I find this girl's corpse or even a drop of blood nearby, I'll make sure you suffer a terrible death." The young man's expression changed, and he replied, "Of course...of course..." Ye Cheng stood up, turned around, and left.

The young man, holding the girl back, took two steps back. Seeing Ye Cheng walk away, he prepared to leave the city.
Although Ye Cheng had his back to him, it seemed he had anticipated Ye Cheng's move.
Suddenly, , like a swift black panther, and in a flash, he was behind the young man!
The hilt of his sword, imbued with the force of a thrust, struck the young man's vital points on his back.
Before the young man could utter a sound, he collapsed.
This move was merely a pressure point strike, not a serious injury. How could he have fallen so strangely?
Frowning and pondering for a moment, Ye Cheng suddenly bent down and pried open the young man's eyelids to examine them. He
saw that the young man's eyelids were a purplish-black color.
Ye Cheng was shocked and quickly slid back half a foot.
A dagger gleaming with green light flashed past him!
The girl, half of her clothes hanging on her fragrant body, the other half of her fair skin faintly visible in the moonlight.
In her right hand, she gripped a dagger coated with deadly poison.
Ye Cheng said, "So he was already dead."
The girl remained silent.
Ye Cheng asked, "Your hands were restrained the whole time. When did he do it?"
Suddenly, he realized, "That's it. When he tore your clothes, your hands were free for a moment."
In that brief moment, she seemed to have covered her chest with her hands—she had drawn her weapon!
Ye Cheng said, "Then he restrained your hands again. You must have poisoned them then."
There was a faint bloodstain on the young man's left palm, almost imperceptible without close inspection.
But now, the bloodstain had turned black!
Ye Cheng said, "Such a potent poison."
The girl replied, "Indeed."
Ye Cheng said, "Although you tried to save yourself, I at least had the intention to save you. Why did you also try to kill me?"
The girl snorted, her left hand already tucking an old piece of paper into her belt.
Though a small movement, how could it escape Ye Cheng's notice?
Ye Cheng said, "So those men in black were already dead."
The girl didn't speak, but her expression changed slightly.
Ye Cheng added, "The maps they carried were also taken."
Before he finished speaking, the girl had already torn off all the tattered cloth from her body with her left hand, and with a flick of her fair fingers, a pale red
tattered skirt swept over his face.
Ye Cheng pushed off with his feet, his figure swaying to the side. Suddenly, a fragrant breeze wafted towards him, and the girl's body, like
white jade freshly washed from water, flashed before him.
Though the white jade was warm, and the breeze fragrant, the gleaming dagger was no joke. Moreover, it was coated with deadly poison.
And this dagger was already slashing towards Ye Cheng's chest!
Swords and knives are weapons favored by martial artists. Daggers are too small and too light,
often putting them at a disadvantage in combat. But as the saying goes, every advantage has its disadvantage, and vice versa. It is precisely because daggers are short and light
that they can truly be used with lightning speed, coming and going like the wind. That speed was unmatched by swords.
Ye Cheng had barely dodged the skirt, his body still unsteady; how could he possibly dodge the dagger?
If he could be killed so easily, Ye Cheng wouldn't be the Ye Cheng who killed Xiao Feilong and became famous throughout the martial arts
world . What would become of Ye Cheng's reputation as a master swordsman?
He used his left hand, the scabbard, to deflect the dagger's blade, neutralizing its force.
His right hand followed, lightning-fast, gripping the girl's wrist and snapping his fingers. The dagger
clattered to the ground.
Reaction, speed, strength, accuracy—all were indispensable. It was precisely because he possessed all of these that Ye Cheng was Ye Cheng. Ye
Cheng smiled slightly, "Now I believe you are no longer a threat."
A completely naked woman indeed had nowhere to hide a weapon.
The girl said coldly, "Even if you get that map, you won't find the treasure."
Ye Cheng grasped the pressure points on the girl's hand and smiled bitterly, "Then, do you also want to make a deal with me?"
The girl sighed and remained silent.
Ye Cheng laughed, "After New Year's Eve, it'll be the Year of the Dog..."
He added, "Could it be that I'm going to have some incredible luck? Otherwise, why would so many people want to make deals with me?"
Chapter Two: New Year's
Day On New Year's Day, the New Year's sun shone through a wisp of morning
mist, illuminating the snow that hadn't melted from the previous year. Traces of melted snow clung to the eaves of the tiled houses, sliding down the corners and forming icicles of varying lengths.
Ye Cheng, as usual, got up early, strapped on heavy sandbags, and went outside to practice his light-body skills for over an hour under
the tall, straight poplar tree.
Those who wish to achieve something in martial arts must train rigorously and diligently; there is absolutely no room for shortcuts or tricks—this is
true for every martial artist.
After practicing his lightness skill, he returned to his room to wash himself briefly, sheathed his longsword in its black leather scabbard, and prepared to practice his swordsmanship for another two hours .
Just then, he heard a series of firecrackers outside, growing louder as they approached, stopping in front of Ye Cheng's blue-tiled house
. Immediately afterward, there was a rapid knocking on the door.
Ye Cheng opened it to find about a dozen martial arts practitioners, dressed in bright red New Year's attire, who rushed in laughing and joking without waiting for his
greeting .
The leader, a burly man in a bright red martial arts uniform, with a large, gilded
scabbard a fine ebony hilt gleaming in the sunlight,
said in a rough voice, "Congratulations, Master Ye! We were just visiting all the martial arts practitioners in the area
when we came across this place and came to wish Master Ye a Happy New Year!"
This was none other than the renowned "Big Saber He Laoqi." Despite being seventh in rank, he wielded a large sword with unparalleled
skill , ranking among the best swordsmen in the Jiangnan region.
Ye Cheng didn't think much of it at the time, simply smiling and returning the greeting with clasped hands, "Happy New Year! Happy New Year!"
Suddenly, Old Seven's face hardened, and he turned to the people who had followed him in, asking, "What's wrong
? Didn't you drink to your heart's content last night with Master Ye?"
Ye Cheng then remembered that many of those now offering New Year's greetings were his fellow drinkers from the previous night.
He had two great virtues: he would always attend banquets invited to him and drink whenever urged to. But he also
had a major flaw: once he arrived, ate, drank, and slept, he would forget who he had been drinking with the next day
.
This often left people feeling quite embarrassed.
Thinking of this, he immediately smiled and bowed to everyone. Fortunately, no one questioned him further, and they all laughed it off
.
After exchanging New Year's greetings, He Laoqi pulled Ye Cheng to a corner of the room and whispered, "Brother Ye, if you have any good
business opportunities you should also share them with everyone."
Ye Cheng looked bewildered: "What good business?"
He Laoqi smiled: "Look, you just received over ten thousand taels of silver notes, so naturally you wouldn't care about small businesses
. It's just that the brothers haven't had any silver in their pockets for a long time. I'm afraid that if this goes on for too long, we won't be chivalrous anymore, and we'll all become bandits."
Ye Cheng didn't know what he was planning, so he didn't say anything more.
He Laoqi lowered his voice and laughed: "Brother Ye, that's not right. We brothers drank together on New Year's Eve and
exchanged New Year's greetings on New Year's Day. Although we're not as close as family, we're not so different, are we?"
Ye Cheng said politely: "Of course."
He Laoqi patted his shoulder and said: "That's it! Just don't forget the brothers if there's any benefit."
As he spoke, a young swordsman standing next to him shouted: "Senior He, are you talking about the treasure
?"
The word "treasure" was already very tempting, and after this young man shouted it,
all the dozen or so pairs of ears in the room perked up in an instant.
Ye Cheng could only smile bitterly to himself, clasping his hands in a fist salute to everyone, saying, "Who wouldn't want to possess the treasures of the world? It's just that I
didn't know..."
Before he could finish, a tall, thin swordsman hurriedly said, "Master Ye, you don't know? There must have been a
bloody battle outside the south of the city last night. When we arrived to investigate, only a few corpses remained."
Another chimed in, "That's right. Several of us went together, and I saw it with my own eyes.
All the dead were dressed in black, their faces covered."
Ye Cheng said, "It must have been a secret, that's why they didn't want their true faces revealed."
The tall, thin swordsman chuckled, "The living certainly don't want that! But the dead don't care about such things
."
Another added, "We went over and lifted their masks; they were from the Lei Men."
The Lei Men was a large, secretive organization in the martial arts world. It was said that the leader of the Lei Men was surnamed Lei, named Lei Jiutian. The martial arts world
only knew that the Lei Men were tightly organized and mysterious, acting solely for their own benefit without considering the situation of others; therefore, both
the righteous and the wicked were extremely wary of them.
The man continued, "Everyone in the Thunder Gate is highly skilled in martial arts, yet those few people seem to have been
killed simultaneously by the same person in the same place..." He deliberately emphasized the words "simultaneously," "the same person," and "the same place.
" The tall, thin swordsman said, "This shows how incredibly skilled this person is."
Upon hearing this, everyone glanced at Ye Cheng in unison.
Ye Cheng, feeling overwhelmed, immediately laughed, "Do you all suspect...?"
The tall, thin swordsman chuckled, interrupting him, "Whether it was Hero Ye who killed them or not is unimportant. Anyway, the Lei
Men members can't get away with anything in the martial world; a few deaths won't affect anyone." He hesitated, then added, "But..."
The young swordsman pressed, "But what?"
The man continued, "But we found a torn piece of paper in the hand of one of the men in black.
It seems he clutched it tightly before he died, unwilling to let go. His killer, in a moment of haste,
only tore off the part he wasn't holding before leaving. We've all seen the scrap of paper; it's a
corner of a map."
Having said all that, there seemed to be no need for further elaboration. The room
fell ; everyone was quiet.
He Laoqi suddenly burst into laughter: "Why are you talking about dead people and scraps of paper when you've come to
pay your respects for the New Year ? It's bad luck! Tonight, you'll each be punished with three large bowls of wine!"
The three men smiled awkwardly, clasped their hands in a fist and said some auspicious words, then followed He Laoqi to bid farewell to Ye Cheng, setting off firecrackers
as they went elsewhere. Ye Cheng closed the door, shook his head, and smiled bitterly. Last night, he had indeed been only one step away from that "treasure map," but unfortunately—after subduing the mysterious girl, before he could even ask her any further questions, she suddenly slipped from his grasp like a fish, darted away, and swept her skirt off the ground, disappearing into the city. Catching up with her wasn't difficult, but chasing a completely naked girl was something Ye Cheng wasn't good at. And the scrap of paper was tucked into the sash of her skirt, so he had gotten nothing. With a wry smile, he slapped his forehead and muttered helplessly, "I haven't seen anything, yet they insist it's a treasure map! Sigh..." Before he could finish speaking, a sweet laugh came from outside: "You dare call it a treasure map if you haven't seen it? What if you had ?" The laughter was still outside when the person had already slipped into the room through the window. Their agility alone was comparable . The girl who entered had long, jet-black hair, delicate, arched eyebrows, large, clear eyes, and cherry-red lips— who else could it be but the girl from last night? She casually smoothed her brand-new red dress and smiled at Ye Cheng, "Did you miss me?" Ye Cheng sighed, "Yes..." The girl darted to Ye Cheng, smiling playfully, and stared into his eyes, asking, "Since you missed me, why are you sighing so much now that you've seen me?" Ye Cheng smiled wryly, "I'm so happy, I haven't been able to sleep for several nights. May I ask your name, Miss ?" The girl laughed, "How could I tell just anyone my name?" She paced around the room a couple of times, then smiled again, "Lin Xiaoyue." These two sentences both kept him in suspense and implied that Ye Cheng was not "just anyone." Ye Cheng pretended not to understand, "I didn't know Miss Lin had returned. What brings you here?" Lin Xiaoyue took out a piece of paper from her bosom. A corner of the paper had been torn off, revealing it to be the same one from the previous night. She spread the paper on the table; it was indeed a map, with a few simple black dots marked on it. Ye Cheng glanced at the map and saw a line of small print below the black dot in the center: "Four hundred large pearls , one thousand taels of gold, three hundred thousand taels of silver." Ye Cheng smiled and asked, "The black dot is where the treasure is hidden?" Before he could finish reading, Lin Xiaoyue had already put the map away, mysteriously hiding it in her bosom. Suddenly, she lightly took two , standing face to face with Ye Cheng. She was a young woman just coming of age: a slender waist, smooth, long legs, and a beautiful face. Her high, fragrant breasts were now drawing closer to Ye Cheng. Lin Xiaoyue looked intently into Ye Cheng's eyes and said softly, "If you could only choose one between the treasure and me, then …" Ye Cheng smiled bitterly, "Perhaps I can't have either." Lin Xiaoyue smiled, "You must be wondering. Last night I didn't want you to take the secret of the treasure map alive, and today I specially came to let you see the location of the treasure with your own eyes." Ye Cheng said, "Hmm."

Lin Xiaoyue said, "You must remember what I said last night: even if you get the treasure map, you won't find the treasure
."
Ye Cheng didn't speak.
Lin Xiaoyue said, "It's because I've been following those Lei Men people for many days. I overheard them saying that although
the treasure is hidden somewhere, there's a trap. Luckily, they mentioned how to break the trap in their casual conversation, and I've memorized
it."
Ye Cheng smiled bitterly, "It seems I really can't do without you."
She added, "But conversely, I can't get it by myself either. I also overheard that the treasure's
location is heavily guarded, so I need a helper."
Ye Cheng shook his head: So she's here to ask me to be her henchman.
Suddenly, he asked Lin Xiaoyue, "Can't you kill several Lei Men people by yourself? Why do you need my
help ?" Lin Xiaoyue chuckled, "My skills are nowhere near as high as yours, Master Ye. It's just that I secretly poisoned
them two days ago ." Ye Cheng sighed: In terms of methods, women are indeed much more capable than men. Lin Xiaoyue said, "Don't worry. Without you, I definitely wouldn't have been able to leave the treasure trove alive. Therefore , I won't harm you." Ye Cheng said, "But I might kill you." Lin Xiaoyue smiled sweetly, "You won't." With that, the fabric on her shoulders suddenly loosened and slid down. Her full, firm breasts emerged from the cloth. Two pink nipples, with their pale red areolas, swayed slightly in the air. Ye Cheng was mesmerized. The fabric slid down further, revealing a flat, white abdomen, like a piece of soft jade just shaken out of the water. Soft jade is inanimate, but this abdomen rose and fell slightly with the girl's breath, more captivating than the most beautiful jade. The fabric slid down to her waist, hidden by her round, firm buttocks. But the fabric in front fell down another half inch , faintly revealing a small patch of dark forest below her abdomen. Ye Cheng couldn't resist reaching out and gently pushing the fabric that had fallen around his waist, causing the entire dress to fall to the floor. The sweet scent of a young girl wafted over him, and Lin Xiaoyue darted into Ye Cheng's arms, whispering, "I'm cold..." What else could you do but hold her tightly? Ye Cheng took a deep breath and pulled Lin Xiaoyue into his embrace. He reached out and pressed his hand against Xiaoyue's breast, while his other hand slid down her back... At times like this, unless you have a particular fetish, you wouldn't normally want to be disturbed. Therefore, I advise everyone that when good fortune comes your way, it's best to close the doors and windows tightly. The window was smashed open. Three burly men dressed in black and with their faces covered rushed into the room. The moment the leader's toes the ground, a long sword in his hand shot out like a dragon emerging from the sea, aiming straight for Ye Cheng's back. Lin Xiaoyue saw it clearly and couldn't help but gasp, pushing him away first. His figure slid back several feet like a ghost , narrowly avoiding the sharp edge of the incoming sword. Ye Cheng steadied himself, using the opportunity to regain his footing. The leader's attack missed, and the other two quickly filled the gap. One lunged at Ye Cheng, the other at Lin Xiaoyue. In that instant, the leader's sword missed, and the other two drew their swords to attack. Before the leader could retract his attack, the other two had already struck at Ye Cheng and Lin Xiaoyue respectively. Ye Cheng, seeing the incoming sword, swayed backward and flashed to the corner table. The black-clad man who filled the gap, unaware of the trap, let out a low growl, and his long sword, like a bolt of lightning, thrust straight towards Ye Cheng's neck. This sword strike, though seemingly unchanging, was extremely fast, accurate, and ruthless. The members of the Thunder Gate were all highly skilled; the reputation among the martial arts world was certainly accurate. Even so, it was precisely because of his speed that, in order to pursue Ye Cheng, he too had reached the corner table in that instant . The leader of the black-clad men, having just missed his attack, had already widened the distance between them to nearly ten paces! Seeing his subordinate lured aside by Ye Cheng, the leader shouted, "Wait!" If he could catch him in time, this wouldn't be a contest between masters. Any small opening, if the opponent couldn't seize, meant his skill was lacking. The incoming sword, carrying a chilling sharpness, was only half an inch from Ye Cheng's throat! Ye Cheng, however, had barely steadied himself before turning again. The unstoppable sword strike missed its mark, grazing Ye Cheng's neck. Ye Cheng twisted back, his right hand drawing his sword in a fluid motion. Before the attacking black-clad man could even stop, a flash of —his body was thrown forward like a sandbag propelled by inertia. The leader of the black-clad men uttered "Wait!" before a spray of blood filled the air. Enraged, he stomped his foot and brandished his sword, ready to avenge his subordinate. Ye Cheng thrust his sword into the attacker with his right hand, while simultaneously using the momentum of his body's twist to grab a teacup from the table with his left. With a flick of his wrist, the teacup shot out like a shooting star. The leader of the men in black let out a cold snort and sidestepped the teacup—but it wasn't aimed at him. It turned out that Lin Xiaoyue was completely naked, her sharp dagger discarded along with her dress. Now, not only was she unarmed, but she was also completely naked. How could she possibly withstand the attack of a Lei Men expert? She retreated, her proud breasts now seeming like a burden. The black-clad man's sword pierced her chest several times, coming within inches of her pink nipples. Although the house was a large tile-roofed house built by Ye Cheng himself, it still had its limits. Lin Xiaoyue retreated several steps, her back pressed against the corner of the roof, with nowhere to escape. Seeing the man in black charge forward with unwavering resolve, his longsword flashing like a streak of blue light, slashing straight for Xiaoyue's neck. The teacup, however, struck precisely at a vital acupoint in the man's back. In that critical moment, Ye Cheng precision and power were undeniable. The man in black, focused solely on attacking Lin Xiaoyue, was unaware that he had betrayed his back to Ye Cheng, frozen in place by the oncoming teacup, unable to move an inch. Meanwhile, the leader of the men in black dodged the teacup, his figure like a whirlwind, charging towards Ye Cheng with overwhelming sword momentum. Ye Cheng, having already dealt with two enemies, had no further worries. He simply dodged the sword, then delivered a swift knee , slammed into Ye Cheng's knee and collapsed. Ye Cheng swiftly swung his scabbard, locking several vital points on the man's body. Only then did he smile with satisfaction. Lin Xiaoyue seemed to let out a long sigh, and murmured, "They're definitely going to take back the map..." Then she laughed:

"Luckily you intervened in time, otherwise, wouldn't it have been quite an sight to see me naked and beheaded?" Saying this,
she carefully reached out and gently pushed the sword blade away from her neck.
Lin Xiaoyue's back was pressed against the corner of the room, the long sword lying across her neck. Even more concerning was that she was completely
naked; this unusual and alluring sight required considerable effort for Ye Cheng to maintain his composure.
He sheathed his sword, patted the black-clad man whose vital points had been struck, and smiled, "
Friend , if you concede defeat, may I ask you a few questions?"
The black-clad man collapsed like a stone.
Ye Cheng was startled and bent down to open the black-clad man's eyelids. They were
a deep purplish-black.
He quickly turned back to examine the black-clad man.
Still purplish-black.
Ye Cheng looked up at Lin Xiaoyue.
Lin Xiaoyue hurriedly waved her hands, saying, "It wasn't me!"
After thinking for a moment, she added urgently, "I wasn't wearing anything, not even a weapon. How could I have poisoned them?"
Ye Cheng sighed, saying, "Perhaps they saw their bodies were controlled and bit open the poison pouches hidden in their mouths to commit suicide
."
Lin Xiaoyue breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "It seems the Thunder Gate organization is extremely secretive. They would rather commit suicide than let you
find out anything."
Ye Cheng smiled bitterly, "Of course I want to ask. But if they don't tell me, I won't make things too difficult for them. Why
bother?"
Lin Xiaoyue remained silent for a long time, then softly said, "Tomorrow, let's set off to find the treasure's location..."

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