Martial arts world lewd chaos

The deep black night stained even the puddles from the rain black, and all was quiet except for the soft patter of the rain.
This kind of weather was only suitable for reading by the fireside at night, or for a long, quiet sleep; it
was absolutely unsuitable for going out, much less for killing. However, for an assassin, it was always the same. Although martial arts skills would be greatly diminished in such weather, and small mistakes might occur when wielding a longsword, and hearing would be slightly impaired by the rain, for an assassin who could not tolerate the slightest error, even the smallest mistake could cost him his life.
Ye Shen was well aware of all this, which was why he had to come here in such weather.
He had been here eight times already, each time spending an hour familiarizing himself with the environment. Every flower and blade of grass here was deeply imprinted in his mind, all possible hiding places, escape routes after completing a mission, and the intervals between shifts of guards and protectors.
Ye Shen was an experienced assassin, or rather, an assassin who had survived thirteen failed attempts. Generally speaking, failure meant death. This was especially true for assassins. The phrase "repeatedly defeated but never giving up" clearly doesn't apply to the profession of assassin. However, Ye Shen had completed 99 missions, failing 13 times, but always escaping, which was enough to prove he was an experienced assassin.
But when Ye Shen infiltrated this place to complete his mission, he found himself subdued.
A cold sensation pressed against the back of his neck; he knew it was a short sword or dagger, the killing intent emanating from it seeping into his skin. A slight warmth brushed against the back of his neck.
Almost simultaneously, Ye Shen reversed his sword, pointing it at the chin of the person behind him, and hissed, "Who?" "Who are you?" the person behind him asked in surprise.
Ye Shen dared not draw his sword. He knew that the person who could sneak up to him without him noticing was no less skilled than himself, but seemed to lack practical experience, which was why he had subdued them with a quick, reversed sword strike.
This low shout was merely to distract the other party.
"Are you an assassin?"
the person asked.
Ye Shen quickly devised a plan to escape, letting out a cold snort.
"..."
"Put down your sword, and we'll both let go at the same time,"
the man said. Ye Shen felt a lightness in his hand, and the chill on his neck vanished in the instant Ye Shen launched his killing move with lightning speed. His specially made, thin, and narrow "Hidden Wind" sword flashed like snakes, leaving several indistinct shadows as it pounced on the man.
Almost simultaneously, five cold stars flashed from Ye Shen's chest, silently shooting towards the fleeing figure.
However, unexpectedly, the man's movements were incredibly swift. His fleeing figure twisted and turned with a strange agility, the Hidden Wind attack failing, and the cold stars flying away.
Ye Shen was startled.
Such speed! Ye Shen knew that tonight, he would have to begin his escape again.
But how could Ye Shen possibly escape such a speed?
Taking advantage of his opponent's retreat, Ye Shen turned and leaped, clearing several eaves in one breath. He crouched low, jumped down, and suddenly darted left and right, up and down, traversing countless alleyways. Along the way, he casually tossed away several flying tiles, waking someone from a peaceful dream, eliciting shouts of "Thief!" and the running and shouts of patrolmen and constables. Amidst the chaos, Ye Shen disappeared into the shadows.
As dawn broke, the night chill subsided, and the rain lessened, Ye Shen, having changed hiding places seven times, let out a deep breath. He removed his night clothes, buried them under the blue bricks, and strolled leisurely towards the breakfast stall around the corner. After
drinking a bowl of soy milk, eating two tea eggs, and rolling up a steaming scallion pancake, Ye Shen tossed a few copper coins and headed towards the opening city gate.
Chapter One: Yangzhou, the Ancient Ferry of Eight Miles.
Ye Shen, dressed in a blue robe, slowly disembarked from the boat and greeted his sixth junior brother, Xu Dao, who was waving his arms at the ferry.
"Third senior brother, you've been away visiting relatives for half a year. Did you bring anything back for your senior brother?" The two porters following behind Ye Shen unloaded the goods onto the cart. Ye Shen casually settled the payment and chuckled mischievously,
"All you ever think about is things. Hmph, look at your rosy face, did you get some benefits again?" Then his expression turned serious, and he smiled, "How are Master and my senior brothers?" As he spoke, two boys came out from behind Xu Dao, cupped their hands, and greeted him, "Greetings, Third Uncle." One of them casually pulled the cart to the side of the road, while the other led the horse forward. Xu Dao put his arm around Ye Shen's shoulder and laughed as they arrived in front of the horse.
"All is well, all is well. Master took Second Senior Brother and Fourth Senior Brother to Jinling, supposedly for Old Master Ouyang's sixtieth birthday. Since we live so close to each other in southern and northern Jiangsu, even though we don't usually keep in touch, Master couldn't very well not go and pay his respects. A few days ago, Eldest Senior Sister-in-law was unwell, and Fifth Senior Sister said she was pregnant, so Eldest Senior Brother accompanied her back to her parents' home. They haven't returned yet. Now it's just Fifth Senior Sister, Xiao Qi, and me at home." As they walked, talking, Yangzhou City came into view.
"What about Master's wife?"
Ye Shen asked. "Didn't Master's wife go to Jinling?"
"Hehe," Xu Dao chuckled mischievously, "Master's wife and Master had a fight for some reason, so Master's wife took Junior Brother back to her parents' home. Hehe, she was originally going to take Fifth Senior Sister with her too. You know, Junior Brother's studies are all taught by Fifth Senior Sister, so, hehe." "Ha, then you two aren't..." Ye Shen laughed.
"Yes, this time we can finally let loose, hahaha. Since they left, life's been... hehehe, quite the pastime." Xu Dao chuckled mischievously. "You're back just in time. Master won't be back for another half month, and Master's wife will probably be gone for a while too, hehe. Tonight we can go to the Six Arts Hall for a good drink. But, it's settled then, you, the rich man, have to pay for the drinks." Ye Shen shook his head with a wry smile.
"Ever since I received your letter, I've been talking to Xiao Qi and Senior Sister Chu Xiu. Tonight we'll treat you to a welcome-back feast, but the drinks will have to be paid for by you, hahaha." Amidst Xu Dao's wild laughter, Ye Shen kicked him off his horse, laughing and cursing as he spurred his horse and galloped away.
Six Arts Hall.
As night deepened, the patrons of Liuyi Restaurant, touted as the best in Yangzhou cuisine, began to stagger away, hiccuping. Ye Shen and Xu Dao, supporting each other, swayed as they left the restaurant. Behind them, Senior Sister Chu Xiu, with one hand twisting Luo Chun's ear and the other supporting him, followed, muttering curses under her breath.
"You little brat, you can't hold your liquor and you still drank so much! You'll drink yourself to death! I'll deal with you when we get back!" Hearing his senior sister's low curses, Ye Shen glanced to the side, about to speak, when a familiar figure flashed past in his peripheral vision, disappearing into the alleyway.
"Huh?"
Ye Shen let out a soft exclamation, a thought striking him. He shook Xu Dao, "Did you see someone go by?" "Hmm? Yes, isn't that right?" Xu Dao pointed to the pedestrians on the road, grinning.
"Senior Sister, you go ahead. I saw a friend from the martial arts world, I'll go say hello." Ye Shen pushed Xu Dao aside and greeted his senior sister. "Go have some tea by the river ahead to sober up, I'll be there in a moment." With that, he chased after her towards the alley entrance.
Though the figure flashed by, Ye Shen, though already somewhat drunk, was certain he wouldn't mistake her. Who else could it be but his master's wife?
Why would she be here alone at this hour? Hadn't she gone back to her parents' home in Huaiyin?
Ye Shen's mind raced, but he found the alley deserted, only various sounds emanating from the houses along its edge. Ye Shen hesitated for a moment, then walked along the alley for a while. He heard a door wide open behind him, and amidst laughter and the frivolous laughter of several elegantly dressed men and women emerged. Ye Shen glanced back, then lowered his head and continued walking, his mind a jumble of confusion.
Ye Shen stopped hesitantly. The merchants who had just emerged, reeking of alcohol and perfume, walked past him, their smug laughter still echoing in his ears.
This was clearly a brothel, and that familiar, faint scent vanished just before the doors closed.
Could I have mistaken her for someone else? That plain white linen robe, the fleeting glimpse of the white shark scabbard… and that faint, faint scent, like a wisp of jasmine… Ye Shen shook his head slightly, as if trying to brush away the image of that pale face from the corner of his eye, but those fleeting lips, that brush of hair, lingered in his mind.
Oh well, perhaps…
After all, his master's wife is from the Emei Sect, her cultivation is no less than his master's, so she probably wouldn't… Perhaps she just returned and has something to do here. What if my appearance causes any trouble… Hmm, I should go back and see if my junior brother is there first.
His mind a jumble, Ye Shen thought it over and decided to return to his sect first before making a decision. Having made up his mind, Ye Shen took one last deep look at the house, then left the alley and walked towards the river.
"Senior Brother Ye, you're back."
Just as they reached the door, Junior Brother Chu Fei came out to greet them.
Several nimble doormen stepped forward to help Xu Dao and Luo Chun. Chu Xiu said happily, "Little brother, Mother's back too? I'll go see her first." Ye Shen blushed, thinking: It seems I've mistaken you for someone else.
Chu Fei greeted his sister with a grin as he walked over, "Haha, I've caught you! Let's see how you explain this to my mother. Sister, Mother went to the city to take care of some things, she'll be back soon. We'll see how she punishes you then." Ye Shen's heart skipped a beat. He said, "Why aren't you with Master's wife? Master's wife went to the city? What could she be doing so late?" Then, a thought struck him, and he added, "A disciple should do what's necessary. Why don't you go and run errands for Master's wife?" He secretly blamed himself: How could I be so impulsive? I almost said the wrong thing.
In the darkness, Chu Fei couldn't see Ye Shen's expression clearly. He replied indifferently, "Yes, that's what I said too, but Mother said she'd go by herself and told me to wait for you at home." "Come on, come on, let's go inside and talk." He said, pulling Ye Shen towards the side courtyard.
In the darkness, Ye Shen followed Chu Fei, unaware of the cold smile that flashed across Luo Chun's swaying lips.
Several disciples helped Xu Dao and Luo Chun to rest, while Chu Fei followed Ye Shen to his room to demand the gifts Ye Shen had brought back.
"Master's wife, you're back."
"Yes, have your Uncle Xu and Uncle Ye returned?"
Ye Shen and Chu Fei were chatting about their experiences in the martial world when they heard the sound outside the door and hurriedly came out to greet them.
Seeing his master's wife enter the main hall, Ye Shen quickly stepped forward, knelt down, and bowed, "Master's wife." "Hmm, get up," his master's wife said in a faint tone, revealing a hint of fatigue.
Ye Shen got up and glanced at her, only then noticing that his master's wife's face was pale and weak.
"Master's wife, when I returned, my mother asked me to bring you a small gift, but it's late today. I'll fetch it tomorrow and present it to you. Is that alright, Master's wife?" "Your mother is so kind. It's good that you're back. It's late today, you should go and rest. We can talk tomorrow." "Mother, why do you look so pale? Are you feeling unwell?" Chu Xiu, who came out to greet them, was wearing a cloak. The lamplight in the hall revealed her slender figure.
"Nothing," Master's wife said lazily.
For some reason, an ambiguous feeling wafted in the dim night.
Ye Shen felt a strange sensation and a hint of romantic thoughts. There seemed to be a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance.
Ye Shen returned to his room. Although his mind was in turmoil, the alcohol made him feel exhausted. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell into a deep sleep.
"Who are you?"
Ye Shen sneered, his sword flashing backhand. The once nimble Qianfeng sword felt heavy and clumsy, the strike dragging on and on. Midway through, the opponent unleashed a flash of cold light, piercing Ye Shen's body. Ye Shen cried out and sat bolt upright. He looked around in panic; outside the window, a faint light was already
breaking the silence. Ye Shen had lost count of how many times he'd had this nightmare. Each time, he was pierced through the heart by the opponent's sword, waking up in a cold sweat. Every time he recalled it, Ye Shen felt a nameless fear. He remembered how the person had appeared and disappeared so stealthily, how fast they had moved, a speed that possessed an indescribable, graceful beauty. Ye Shen felt a chill run down his spine. Fortunately, judging from the person's reaction, they seemed to be an inexperienced novice. Although they were fast, always managing to intercept him before he could, they couldn't catch his unpredictable path. Remembering the person's bewildered expression after he deliberately alerted the patrolmen and constables, a smug smile crept onto his lips.
However, to this day, the organization has no information about that person.
After the failed operation that day, Ye Shen quickly left. Once he confirmed he was out of danger, he contacted the organization, promptly reporting the events of that night and requesting information about the person as soon as possible. The organization weighed the information he provided and decided to terminate the mission. It would be unwise to act again before understanding the person's situation.
Therefore, Ye Shen returned to his sect, which he used to conceal his identity. The
Yangzhou Sword Sect, seemingly unknown in the martial arts world, was actually a branch of the famous Huashan Sword Sect.
The Huashan Sword Sect was internally divided into the Qi Sect, the Heart Sect, and the Sword Sect. Although they were from the same sect, they had disagreements on the direction of swordsmanship.
The great hero Linghu Chong founded the Sword Sect after the war with the Demonic Sect and strictly forbade his disciples to travel the martial arts world. In his prime, the chivalrous Linghu Chong was renowned throughout the land for his mastery of the Dugu Nine Swords. However, he knew that without extraordinary encounters, his swordsmanship alone would not have been sufficient. Unfortunately, while he had gained unparalleled internal energy through these fortuitous events, he was unable to create his own unique cultivation method. He left his disciples the Huashan Sect's Purple Cloud Manual.
Therefore, Linghu Chong repeatedly admonished his disciples that while the Dugu Nine Swords were unparalleled, mastery required exceptional talent. Moreover, new talents emerge in every generation, and the younger generation surpasses the older; how could they not create even more exquisite techniques?
His disciples strictly adhered to Linghu Chong's orders, and successive generations of disciples still regarded the Huashan Sect as their sect. Although they rarely interacted, each successive leader of the Sword Sect still had to visit Huashan to pay homage to their ancestral master.
The Nine Swords of Dugu are profound and difficult to understand. Very few disciples throughout history have even managed to comprehend just three of the sword techniques. Therefore, disciples primarily practice the ordinary Huashan swordplay. Only a very few disciples with exceptional talent receive the sect leader's oral instructions before going to the back of Huashan Mountain for secluded self-cultivation. If they fail to comprehend it, they are forbidden from ever emerging from seclusion.
By the time of Ye Shen, the Sword Sect had passed through eighteen generations.
Ye Shen entered the sect with prior martial arts skills, but this was due to a different opportunity. The Ye family was a powerful clan in Sichuan for centuries, with extensive connections to various sects in the region. Many Ye family members also studied martial arts at these sects, primarily for physical fitness. To avoid suspicion of stealing techniques, Ye family members mainly studied under the Emei sect. The day Ye Shen became a disciple coincided with the Emei Sect's once-every-ten-year sect-worshiping ceremony. Yang Bao'er, the wife of the Sword Sect's leader, was also an Emei disciple and, along with her husband Chu Yuntian, attended the ceremony. While climbing the mountain, they encountered Ye Shen. Chu Yuntian, impressed by Ye Shen's exceptional speech and talent, decided to take him as a disciple. Seeing her husband's interest, Yang Bao'er naturally helped facilitate the process. Ye Shen was greatly intrigued. The Sword Sect rarely accepted disciples; despite being a century-old sect, it had very few followers. Those few who did were renowned throughout the martial world. The profound depth of the Dugu Nine Swords was enough to make one a top-tier master, even if one only mastered one style.
Ye Shen wasn't a direct descendant of the Ye family and therefore couldn't inherit the family business. However, Ye Shen was intelligent and studious from a young age and was cultivated as a hidden force within the family. Based on their specialties—whether as martial artists, assassins, politicians, or scholars—they would spread their influence, secretly protecting the family's interests.
After a period of comprehensive training, Ye Shen displayed astonishing potential in stealth assassination. Although his swordsmanship was never the best, he repeatedly defeated opponents far superior to him in unconventional competitions. Appointed as the foremost member of the Ye family by the elders, and wanting to reach even greater heights, when Ye Shen expressed his desire to join the Sword Sect, the elders unhesitatingly offered their support and dispatched a family envoy to communicate with the Emei Sect, clearing any potential obstacles for Ye Shen. Within
three years of joining the Sword Sect, Ye Shen gained the qualification to roam the martial world, becoming the number one among his peers.
His cultivation level was already far above that of his eldest and second eldest brothers.
Coupled with Ye Shen's special status, his combat experience was unmatched among his fellow disciples. If he were to use any means necessary, even his master, Chu Yuntian, might not be a match for Ye Shen.
Even so, Ye Shen had been a disciple for nearly eight years and had yet to receive the Nine Swords Secret Technique from his master. This time, he was returning home to visit family and gain experience, and his master had hinted that upon his return, he would test his cultivation level before deciding whether to impart the secret technique.
Thinking of this, Ye Shen wondered: "I wonder if I could be a match for that person after I've mastered the Nine Swords?"
Just then, he heard his sixth junior brother, Xu Dao, call out from outside the door: "Senior Brother Ye, get up! Master has sent someone to deliver a message. Go to the main hall quickly; Master's wife has something to tell you." Ye Shen hurriedly got up. When he arrived at the main hall, all the disciples were already standing in their places, and Master's wife was sitting comfortably in the middle, talking to Xu Dao.
Upon seeing Ye Shen, his master's wife gestured for him to stand at attention, then said, "Your master sent a letter instructing Xu Dao and Luo Chun to take a few disciples to Mount Hua. Go there and wait. Ye Shen and I will go to Jinling to meet your master. Your second senior brother, Fang Buzhi, will return to take charge in a few days. Chu Xiu and Chu Fei must be careful until your second senior brother returns. Hmph, if they act like they did last night, they'll be punished according to the sect rules. Because of the suddenness of the matter, the matter concerning Ye Shen, Xiao Liu, and you will be temporarily put aside until your master returns." After saying this, she also instructed Xu Dao to be careful in everything and not to rely on his skills to fight on the road, etc. Then she gestured for them to disperse. Ye Shen stepped forward and asked, "Master's wife, shall we leave now?" "Yes, go and pack your things first. Don't take too much. We need to meet your master as soon as possible." After saying this, a hint of worry appeared between her slightly furrowed brows.
Ye Shen felt uneasy but dared not ask further. He bid farewell to his junior brothers, hurriedly packed his luggage, arranged his horses, and waited at the door. After
a short while, his master's wife came out in a sword-sleeved warrior's outfit, and Chu Xiu brought out his master's wife's Zhan Yun sword and a bag. Ye Shen quickly took them and placed them on his master's wife's horse, then led his own horse and waited to the side.
"Be careful in everything, and don't act recklessly. When your second senior brother returns, listen to him in everything, understand?" "Yes, Mother, you should also be careful on the road. Senior Brother Ye, thank you for your hard work on the journey." "Don't worry, Junior Sister, I will be careful. Junior Sister must keep an eye on Junior Brother and not let him act recklessly." Ye Shen smiled.
"Let's go." His master's wife, preoccupied, leaped onto her horse, waved, and galloped away. Ye Shen followed closely behind, mounted his horse, and waved, saying, "Take care, Junior Sister, we're off." They changed horses by boat, stopped briefly in Zhenjiang for a meal, and his master's wife didn't say much, only instructing them to hurry. Ye Shen was filled with suspicion, knowing that something was amiss, but seeing his master's wife's expression, he dared not ask. He simply spurred his horse and followed closely, galloping towards Jinling. They
were supposed to arrive in a day or two, and the two rode with great effort, and by dusk, Jinling was in sight.
They dismounted and entered the city. His master's wife then said, "I wonder what happened. Your master is acting so mysteriously." Ye Shen smiled and said, "Master's wife, don't worry. My master's cultivation is unparalleled. What could possibly be wrong?
Besides, if something were wrong, why would my master let my second senior brother leave?" "Hmm, even so, I still feel uneasy. Ye Shen, I... I just can't shake this feeling." After thinking for a moment, he said, "We'll find out when we meet. Let's hurry." Ouyang was a great martial arts master, originally a notorious bandit, who was later subdued by a Shaolin monk and became a disciple of Shaolin. Originally skilled in external martial arts, after joining Shaolin and being taught the Mad Demon Staff Technique, his cultivation was said to rival that of the head of the Shaolin Arhat Hall.
The Ouyang family was large and powerful, and it was easy to find out by asking. The two hurriedly arrived at the Ouyang residence, and couldn't help but look at each other, stunned.
A pair of seals were crossed on the gate, and several constables stood in front, driving away any passersby who approached.
Seeing several constables looking at them, Ye Shen alertly pulled his dazed master's wife and quickly slipped into a small alley. Hearing footsteps following behind, he had a sudden thought. Looking around, he said urgently, "Master's wife, master's wife, let's hide for a while. If those constables get involved, it might delay things." Seeing that his master's wife was still absent-minded, he became anxious, reached out and grabbed her waist, casually slung the bag of fruit over his shoulder, picked up Zhan Yun and ran a few steps. With a leap, he had already entered a large house. Looking at the rockery and clear water, the winding corridors, he knew that this was the family's back garden. He was overjoyed, tightened his embrace around her slender waist, and listened for a moment. Several cursing voices gradually faded into the distance.
As his heart calmed, he realized he was drenched in a cold sweat. He wondered why he had been so flustered, then noticed the person in his arms leaning softly against him, her full breasts pressed against his chest. Ye Shen's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately noticed a change in a certain area.
Quickly regaining his composure, Ye Shen hid behind a rockery. Seeing no one around to approach, he breathed a sigh of relief, slung his longsword behind his back, and gently lifted his master's wife onto his lap, whispering, "Master's wife, Master's wife." Only then did he notice his master's wife trembling slightly, her face deathly pale. Her once rosy lips were now a grayish hue.
Ye Shen was greatly alarmed and whispered, "Master's wife, I was reckless. In this emergency, I had to act quickly." He placed one hand under her armpit, not even bothering to appreciate her fullness, and immediately placed the other on his master's wife's pulse, his heart growing increasingly apprehensive. In that short span of time, his master's wife's internal energy had become chaotic, teetering on the edge of dissipating her qi and power. It turned out her internal energy was disordered, she had gone into a state of
demonic possession. Shocked, Ye Shen was at a loss. In his haste, his hand, which had been supporting her armpit, had unknowingly gripped a full, round mound. He stroked her pale face, calling out breathlessly, "Master's wife, Master's wife..." Perhaps Ye Shen's tears had fallen onto Yang Bao'er's face, blurring her dazed eyes; perhaps Ye Shen's rapid breathing had touched her cold lips. Yang Bao'er let out a soft moan, her body shifting slightly. Ye Shen quickly stopped crying, staring into Ningning's eyes as she looked at him.
"How...how could this be? You...how could your internal energy be so disordered?" He dared not continue, staring at Yang Bao'er's gradually brightening eyes, trying to think of how to comfort her, when he suddenly heard her sigh softly. He trembled involuntarily. That sigh made his heart tighten. Ye Shen nervously gripped the soft, round mound of flesh tightly. Yang Bao'er cried out in pain.
"Ah, be gentle, it hurts!"
"Ah, yes, yes." Ye Shen hurriedly pulled his hand away, and Yang Bao'er rolled onto the artificial hill.
"I'm sorry, I...I..."
"You...you...what?"
The fall woke Yang Bao'er up. Leaning against the artificial hill, she slightly circulated her qi, and her dantian felt cool and empty. Fortunately, her internal energy was exhausted, which saved her from the great calamity of qi deviation and loss of mind. After
a little adjustment of her breathing, Bao'er felt that her mind was unsettled and her breath was heavy, but she had no idea what to do.
"Shen'er, you, this..." For a moment, she didn't know what to say.
Ye Shen was separated from his master's wife's body. Although he felt empty, his mind gradually calmed down. After pondering for a moment, he said in a low voice,
"Master's wife, the situation is unclear right now, and we don't know where to start. We need to find a place to stay first, and then you can take your time to recover. I'll go and see if I can gather any information before we decide what to do next. What do you think?" Yang Bao'er sighed softly and said, "My mind is in turmoil right now. Shen'er, you make the decision." Ye Shen nodded and said, "Master's wife, we can't stay here for long. Let's find a quiet inn first, and then we can make plans slowly." After saying that, his face turned red and he said, "Master's wife, I've been rude. I'll ask you to punish me after you recover." Yang Bao'er was distracted and just nodded, not paying attention to Ye Shen's expression.
Seeing that his master's wife was silent, Ye Shen assumed that she was also finding it difficult to speak. So he steeled himself, took a deep breath, and drove away his chaotic thoughts. He bent down, rested one hand on his lap, and reached under his armpit with the other. Intentionally or unintentionally, the strange hand under his armpit touched the full and firm breast on the other side.
Yang Bao'er trembled and tried to turn slightly to avoid it, but her whole body was weak and she had no strength at all. Moreover, all her weight was pressing on Lu Shan's strange claws, so where could she turn to avoid it?
He covered his master's wife's body with clothes, making it look like he was carrying a sick person. Ye Shen, with his years of experience, noticed the thoughtfulness. Both long swords were hidden under the artificial hill to avoid revealing any flaws. His steps were unsteady, and Yang Bao'er asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you also..." Ye Shen bumped his head and whispered, "I'm pretending like this to avoid being discovered by someone with ulterior motives." Yang Bao'er thought it made sense, appreciating his meticulousness. However, after walking for a while, Yang Bao'er felt weak all over, her face flushed, her heart pounding, and her breath becoming short. As Ye Shen's steps became unsteady, she initially felt drowsy, which was quite comfortable. Gradually, one hand, first gently pressing and releasing, up and down, against her beautiful breasts, slowly, somehow, turned into a series of squeezes, kneads, and pinches. The nipple subtly hardened, and it seemed, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, fingers touched, twisted, and flicked it. The nipple became even more erect, and when the fingers didn't move, it seemed to twitch, prompting the hateful, strange hand to grasp it again, pull gently, and then release. The nipple, trembling with anger, involuntarily bounced back.
The hand below, belonging to the strange uncle, was even stranger. Just moments before, covered in cold sweat, Bao'er's pants clung tightly to her plump buttocks. It felt the heat seeping into every pore of her thighs. Slowly, the tautness softened, becoming more elastic, and of course, easier to control. So, the strange uncle's hand began to slide, somehow moving from the back of her legs to the groin, a warm breath brushing over that embarrassing spot before returning to its starting point. Sliding and sliding, Yang Bao'er's area grew hotter and hotter, even producing a little sweat.
Was it sweat? Of course it was sweat! What else could it be! Yang Bao'er felt both resentful and weak. Her heart was both cold and panicked. Her nipples were getting harder and harder, so ripe they seemed about to fall. Ah! Yang Bao'er
gasped in surprise. She quickly shut her mouth, her thighs tensing up, a strength she didn't know she possessed. At the same time, her buttocks unconsciously clenched, and her slender waist straightened. But, but, that thing, that thing, hot and firm, pressed against her little bottom, which she had nowhere to hide from.
Ye Shen dared not look at Yang Bao'er; he knew he was making a complete fool of himself, feeling both ashamed and…pleasant!
He had been walking faster and faster, but now he was walking slower and slower. He really wanted to keep walking like this, but the young waiter at the inn's door was already excitedly approaching.
Ye Shen had no choice but to stop, and Yang Bao'er finally relaxed, but her head was still buried deep, deep in her chest, like an ostrich.
Two superior rooms were led upstairs by the waiter. After setting down towels and hot water, and preparing the finest Longjing tea, the waiter took a tael of silver and left.
Finally inside the room, Ye Shen threw his master's wife onto the bed and hurriedly fled. Only when he reached his own room did his heartbeat slowly calm down.
Yang Bao'er sat down to meditate and regulate her breathing. Her mind was still restless. The moonlight tonight was truly beautiful. Yang Bao'er stared blankly out the window as a dark shadow flashed by.
Yang Bao'er immediately grabbed at it—where was her sword? She couldn't help but smile bitterly. Her body was so weak that she was out of breath after just a few steps, drenched in sweat. Even wiping herself didn't give her the strength. For no reason, she felt a surge of bitterness.
Useless! Humph!
He didn't know who she wanted to curse.
A few soft knocks sounded at the door. After a pause, Ye Shen said in a low voice, "It's me. If you're not asleep, I'll give you the things. By the way, I also gathered some information." Yang Bao'er sat down on the stool and said, "Come in." Ye Shen pushed open the door and walked in. He glanced at Yang Bao'er; her complexion was peaceful, and her skin looked much better, rosy and healthy. Ye Shen's heart settled back into place.
"Master...Mother, your sword."
Seeing that Yang Bao'er didn't say anything, he put down the sword, retreated to the door, and respectfully said, "After taking the sword, I went around to the back gate of the Ouyang residence and went in to investigate. I overheard some information from the guards inside." He peeked and saw that his master's wife was already sitting up. Not daring to keep them in suspense, he recounted the information he had overheard in detail.
"Sit down, thank you for your hard work," Yang Bao'er said gently. "You're very capable; your master was right about you. I really don't know what I would have done without you by my side this time." After a pause, she continued, "Since your master isn't here, he must have escaped. But how can we find him?" Ye Shen pondered for a moment, then paced back and forth, saying, "This incident is shrouded in mystery. The authorities have no lead, and they don't know who the murderer is or why. Apart from the identifiable corpses, there are no survivors at the scene, so there's no one to follow up. However, before leaving, my master asked me to go to Mount Hua. Could he have some purpose?" "What purpose?" Yang Bao'er couldn't help but ask.
"Disciple doesn't know. However, disciple vaguely feels that Master seemed to have foreseen something beforehand, or perhaps Master discovered some clues and made this arrangement?" After pondering for a moment, Ye Shen said, "If Second Senior Brother returns to Yangzhou, we might as well inquire carefully; perhaps we can get some clues." Yang Bao'er's heart skipped a beat, and she nodded, "Exactly. Then, let's rush back tomorrow. Master's wife is really panicking." Ye Shen smiled unconsciously and said, "Now that we haven't seen their bodies, I don't think there will be any problems. But Master's wife, how can you..." Yang Bao'er resolutely said, "It's alright. We'll hire a boat tomorrow; we'll arrive in two days at the latest. We'll search for your master..." "But this is something that absolutely cannot be delayed." Ye Shen said with a cold sweat, "Yes. I will hire a boat first thing tomorrow morning. Master's wife, you should rest early." Yang Bao'er nodded, then smiled and said, "Shen'er, you've grown up. I'm very pleased with your intelligence. Once we find your master, I will have him pass on the secret formula to you. Perhaps the future of our sect lies in you." "How dare I accept such a thing? Please take back those words, Master's wife, so that I may have room to improve." Yang Bao'er shook her head and looked at him directly, saying, "However, as we grow older, our minds open up. But if we don't discipline ourselves, one wrong step will lead to another, and it will be difficult to turn back. Shen'er, you are exceptionally clever, but you must be careful." As she spoke, a faint blush rose to her lips.
"I know I was wrong, please punish me, Master's wife." Ye Shen knelt down abruptly, bowing his head in self-reproach.
"How could Master's wife blame you? Shen'er, get up. Go and rest early. I'm tired too." Yangzhou Sword Sect.
Chu Xiu's heart was pounding like a rabbit's. She hurriedly ran back to her room, her ears burning and face flushed. Recalling what had just happened, her crotch was covered in a shameful mess.
Not long after Master's wife left, Sixth Junior Brother Xu Dao, following Master's wife's orders, arranged for the accompanying disciples to pack their belongings. Seeing Chu Xiu slowly enter after seeing Master's wife off, he grinned mischievously, "Senior Sister, is there anything else you need? Little Seven is waiting for you." Chu Xiu spat lightly, saying, "Shameless! Wait until you come back, and I'll teach you a lesson." With that, she hurried away, her face already flushed.
The courtyard was in chaos, with disciples handing over tasks and packing their belongings. Chu Xiu thought of her mother's worried expression and felt a vague unease in her heart. Lost in thought, she arrived at Luo Chun's room. Pushing open the door, Chu Xiu found Luo Chun's room in a mess. She chuckled, "Look at the mess you've made! A grown woman like you can't even pack her own luggage." She then stepped forward to tidy it up, saying, "Move aside, the busier you are, the more chaotic it gets." Luo Chun awkwardly stepped aside, grinning, "Senior sister is so kind. Hehe." After a few words, she finished packing. Chu Xiu casually brushed her disheveled hair aside, and when she turned around, she met Luo Chun's warm gaze. Her face flushed, and she felt a little awkward.
She lightly scolded, "Silly girl, you look so silly!"
Luo Chun chuckled and leaned closer, saying, "Senior sister, you're so beautiful."
Chu Xiu's heart fluttered, and her small hand was already being held. Leaning against the side of the bed, a mist welled up in her eyes, and she sighed softly, "Another long journey ahead, be careful on the road. Listen to your senior brother's instructions..." Just as she was giving these instructions, her waist tightened, and Luo Chun sat close beside her, one hand already wrapped around her from behind.
"No, it's all so chaotic during the day..." Chu Xiu tried to struggle, but Luo Chun pressed down on her, squeezing her against the headboard.
"Good senior sister, who knows how many days this trip will take. Let me touch you a little longer." The warm breath on her ear, mixed with shy words of love, made Chu Xiu go limp. In her shyness, she felt a warmth on her lips, and felt a snake nimbly part her lips and swim inside.
Like a seasoned veteran, Luo Chun attacked from both above and below, conquering territory in moments. Chu Xiu was utterly routed, her armor and weapons discarded.
Her clothes were torn open, revealing a pair of fair and delicate shoulders. Below her neck was a patch of snowy skin, one snow-white, translucent breast trembling slightly, the other already being kneaded by Luo Chun's enormous member.
The other strange hand was not to be outdone, sneaking in from under her skirt, already thrusting into her soft belly, not far from the dragon gate.
Smoke rose everywhere, the city gates fell, Chu Xiu's body went limp as mud, her face flushed, her mind a blur. She felt dizzy, as if floating on clouds, short of breath, her heart pounding, ants crawling on her stomach, both itchy and tingling, both aroused and nervous, a strange state that was hard to describe. Her thighs were tangled, her private parts already muddy.
Oh… she moaned softly, both wanting her lover to be bold and afraid of his audacity. Lost in a daze, filled with both joy and surprise, her body suddenly stiffened, and her juices flowed freely. She was overcome without even trying, her inner self releasing a torrent of fluid.
Luo Chun, his eccentric hands hunting outside the city, searching for an opportunity, felt Chu Xiu's legs tightly entwined, her body trembling, and he sensed a wetness.
White flags fluttered on the city walls, and defeated soldiers scattered. The city gates remained closed, but the time was simply not yet ripe.
Chu Xiu's inner self was overflowing, but her mind was a vast, blank expanse. The enemy was gone, the city empty, and she felt a pang of melancholy. Just as this emptiness began to rise, the shy little snake, understanding her feelings, showered her with tenderness and care. The two strange uncles' wicked hands also quietly withdrew, only lingering outside the city, occasionally approaching on patrol, but only briefly touching her skin.
Her body, white as jade, was already flushed with a red dew. The fragrant isle was lush, a perfect place for a loving man to sing.
Luo Chun's gentle and considerate comfort soothed Chu Xiu's disappointment. Her eyes were languid, a picture of adorable vulnerability, ready to be taken.
Suddenly, war broke out again. Galloping cavalry, swift as lightning, arrived, storming the outer perimeter and attacking the city gates.
Chu Xiu gasped, her lips sealed. The panic in her eyes was the reward for the army's attack. Her skirt was undone, her legs held back, and she held a white flag high, striking a humiliating pose. Her body was already limp on the bed.
The war drums thundered, banners fluttered like clouds, but the general, with his tiger-like head and chubby features, resembled a little monk. Yet, his fiery, proud posture did possess a certain general's aura. He
raised his spear, charging straight for the enemy's lair. "My lords," he roared, "I'll fight three hundred rounds, to the death!"
He spurred his horse, charging towards the city gates.
With a muffled groan, the city gates fell.
The city streets were muddy, their beauty indescribable.
The monk bumped into a soft, flower-like spot, and instantly felt a jolt throughout his body, his seminal gate almost instantly
succumbing to a tingling sensation. Chu Xiu's gaze was unfocused; he arched his back and pulled in his abdomen, and a surge of pleasure rose within him like a thousand horses galloping across the land.
Luo Chun tightened his anus and abdomen, holding firm for a moment before withstanding the onslaught of the tide.
A fierce battle was about to erupt. The formidable army, spears raised high, steadily approached step by step.
At first, it was a barrage of heavy blows, aimed straight at the heart of the flower. Gradually, the pace quickened, the sound of hooves thundering.
Between thrusts, Chu Xiu bit down hard on one hand and clung tightly to Luo Chun's shoulder with the other, like a small boat in a storm, helpless against the wind and rain, rising and falling with his thrusts.
The storm subsided, the rain stopped abruptly, and Luo Chun, drenched in sweat, released his seminal gate, pressing deeply against that soft spot, and ejaculated in a torrent.
Such an experience left Chu Xiu only with a throbbing, almost unrecognizable, feeling of dying and coming back to life countless times. She couldn't even remember how she got back to her room.
Lost in her emotions, she heard the commotion outside. Her beloved was about to leave, but… in this state… her heart pounded. She heard Xu Dao shout, “Let’s go! Let’s go! We’ll stay in Yangzhou tonight, hahaha…” As dawn broke, Ye Shen suddenly awoke with a start.
The sword “Qianfeng” beneath his pillow had vanished without a trace. Ye Shen was covered in cold sweat. Looking around, he saw no one, and a wave of fear washed over him. Suddenly, his gaze fell on the table. He rushed over and saw his beloved sword, “Qianfeng.”
His mind raced, but he couldn't shake the deep-seated fear. Who was it? How could someone infiltrate the life of an assassin like himself, taking the sword clearly to intimidate him, yet not taking his name? Why?
Could it be that person?
If not, were there really so many masters in the world?
With no other options in mind, Ye Shen took out the white paper he had hidden under his sword. His eyes flickered, and a bitter smile slowly appeared on his face.
He heard voices outside the door, and quickly swallowed the paper. He then heard his master's wife call out, "Shen'er, are you up?" Opening the door to welcome her in, Ye Shen respectfully said, "I was just about to pack up and go hire a boat." He glanced at her as he spoke and said happily, "Master's wife looks very well. It seems your strength has recovered. That's good." He pondered whether to tell her about leaving the sword and letter this morning.
"Yes, after learning of your master's news last night, my inner energy returned to normal, but it's only recovered to about one-tenth of its former strength. Shen'er, your master's wife is extremely anxious. I've thought about it all night, and I think we should go hire a boat together. Returning to Yangzhou as soon as possible is the right thing to do." Yang Bao'er appeared calm, but her eyes were filled with anxiety.
"Yes, since Master's wife says so, I will obey."
After packing up and settling the bill, the two headed straight for the ferry. Not far from the city gate, through a sparse grove, was the end. It was still early, and only a few pedestrians were on the road. Ye Shen's gaze swept across the woods ahead, a sense of alert rising within him.
"Master's wife, let's go around, this place..."
Before he could finish speaking, a flurry of cold light flashed, accompanied by several figures leaping from the woods and roadside, rushing towards him.
Caught off guard, Ye Shen drew his sword, shielding Yang Bao'er to his side, simultaneously deflecting the incoming flashes of light and calmly observing the assassins' movements. The assassins, though initially slower, suddenly accelerated, their short swords and daggers already attacking.
Ye Shen sneered, a soft sound escaping his lips as he moved, his body motionless. Seeing their initial advantage lost, the assassins scattered, forming a pincer movement, some advancing, others retreating, without panic. In this close-quarters combat, to avoid friendly fire, their concealed weapons were rendered useless. Ye Shen suddenly circled around Yang Bao'er, and in a flash, several cold stars shot out from his chest, the back of his neck, and his legs. Yang Bao'er, holding her sword to defend herself, also showed a hint of surprise in her eyes.
His figure flashed, retreating and striking in rapid succession; two assassins had already fallen beneath his sword, and a bloody gash appeared on Ye Shen's waist. The previous projectiles had encompassed almost all the assassins within a three-zhang radius in front of him, instantly turning the encirclement into chaos. One of the assassins shouted, "Be careful, they're from the same sect!" In the chaos, three more assassins were wounded by Ye Shen's sword, and blood also appeared on Ye Shen's shoulder.
The assassins retreated, the wounded went to the outer perimeter to tend to their wounds, and the remaining six did not advance, instead releasing hidden weapons from a distance of six or seven zhang. Yang Bao'er cried out anxiously, "How are you? Damn it!" Ye Shen hurriedly stopped Yang Bao'er from rushing forward, whispering in her ear, "It's alright, they won't dare to hold out for long once it's light." Yang Bao'er looked at the bloodstains on his body, her mind in turmoil, and could only reach out to press her hand on his shoulder to help stop the bleeding. Holding her sword to protect Ye Shen's left side, she slightly turned her ear, and a warm sensation brushed against her ear; unexpectedly, Ye Shen left a kiss mark on her cheek.
Seeing the wounded assassins collapsing, one of them angrily shouted, "You treacherous villains! There's medicine on the Dark Green Seed, let's go!" Ye Shen sneered; he naturally knew what it was—the Ye family's secret anesthetic. Although not fatal, it had the special effect of suppressing internal energy, leaving the body weak and numb, and difficult to dispel with internal energy. Ye Shen sneered, "I'll spare your lives for now. Go back and tell Huang Xing'er that it's no gentleman to leave this grudge unavenged." The assassins' eyes widened in surprise as they retreated one after another. The leader-like figure shouted, "Who are you? How dare you utter such arrogant words!" Ye Shen sneered, "I will avenge this grudge within a year. I'll leave you with this as a memento today, so Huang Xing'er can know." With a flick of his hand, a flash of cold light appeared, and the man grunted, remaining silent as he and his group retreated.
Yang Bao'er suddenly stepped aside, staring at Ye Shen and shouting, "Who exactly are you? This skill isn't from our Sword Sect. You, why did you infiltrate the Sword Sect?" As she spoke, her tone softened as she looked at Ye Shen's blood-stained white robes.
Ye Shen smiled wryly, "Master's wife, how could you forget? I am a member of the Ye family. I reported my martial arts skills before I entered the sect. Don't you remember?" Yang Bao'er's expression changed slightly, and she hesitated, "But, such skills are..." Ye Shen said, "My Ye family is a century-old clan. Countless people are envious. If I don't have any means of self-defense, how can I stand up?" He let out a cry and knelt down. He had lost too much blood in his legs and could hardly stand.
"Shen'er,"
upon hearing this soft call, Ye Shen knew he had passed this hurdle.
Removing blood, cutting away rotten flesh, applying medicine, bandaging—a series of incredibly skillful techniques were performed one by one. Yang Bao'er watched, dumbfounded.
"You, you, what do you all learn in your family? This is..." Yang Bao'er said, embarrassed.
"Hehe, Master's wife is not familiar with the martial world and doesn't know about such self-defense techniques. These are not learned, but rather skills I have honed in the martial world over the years." Ye Shen dared not elaborate, fearing to reveal the internal affairs of the Ye family. After wrapping the bandage around his shoulder several times, using both hands and mouth, the bandage was complete. Although his complexion was pale, he was no longer the disheveled figure he had been moments before.
Yang Bao'er gazed thoughtfully at Ye Shen for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Since that's the case, this skill shouldn't be kept secret. Organize it and pass it on to your fellow disciples later." "Rest for a moment, I'll go ahead and hire a boat." "Master's wife, let's go together." He tried to take a few steps; although still in pain and numbness, he could manage to walk.
"..." "
...Shen'er, just put your hand on Master's wife's shoulder, why did you take it away?" Yang Bao'er didn't know what she was thinking. She relaxed and reached out to support the swaying Ye Shen. She thought to herself: Hmph, he acted like that yesterday, is he trying to be a saint today?
Unbeknownst to her, as her thoughts raced, a blush crept across her face, secretly revealing her own unspoken feelings.
"Yes, Master's wife."
Ye Shen held his hand firmly, afraid that if he relaxed, his hand would fall where it shouldn't. This suffering was something he couldn't complain about, couldn't refuse, but he had no choice but to endure it.
By the time they reached the ferry, his injured shoulder no longer hurt, but his hand was unbearably sore and numb.
After agreeing on the price and preparing the ingredients, a small boat set sail straight down to Yangzhou.
The moon was bright and the stars were few, the riverbank was vast, and the night was filled with a cool, refreshing scent. Watching the moon on the river, with a pot of bamboo leaf green tea and several dishes prepared by the cook, oh yes, that plate of scrambled eggs with daylily was Master's wife's cooking.
Hehe, Ye Shen sat alone at the bow of the boat, his mind at peace. A faint smile unconsciously rose to the corners of his mouth.
Hehe, Master's wife probably had never been in the kitchen before, had she? Seeing her clumsy movements, knocking over the oil bottle, spilling oil on the wok, seeing the cook trying to suppress her laughter, clumsily cleaning up the food scraps and oil stains on herself... Suddenly, a warmth he had never felt before slowly flowed through his heart.
The hazy moonlight, the cool night glow, the rippling river, the banks fading like smoke—a hint of spiciness rose from his throat, a sip of yellow chrysanthemum entered his mouth, and Ye Shen suddenly felt an urge to compose poetry.
A creaking sound came from behind him, the clatter of wooden clogs breaking the poetic fervor he was trying to suppress.
Ye Shen rose and sat to one side, gathering his thoughts, saying, "Master's wife, are you still awake?" Looking at her, his master's wife seemed different this night. Faint, faint, her long hair, as if freshly washed, loosely draped over her shoulders, her eyebrows like dark ink, her cheeks like smoke, hazy and indistinct, her hempen robe tinged with a smoky blue by the moonlight, like a dream, a vague and indistinct dream.
Ye Shen's heart suddenly tightened, tightened… a pang of heartache swept through him like smoke… those hazy, beautiful eyes, that moon-white face, a clear, cool smile spread across her face.
"Shen'er, what are you thinking about?"
Ye Shen composed himself, the night concealing his awkward expression.
"N-nothing... Master's wife, you... you felt so good just now." Ye Shen pinched his thigh hard.
"It's just that the scenery was so beautiful." Yang Bao'er's voice was relaxed and carefree. She suddenly smiled, sat down in the spot Ye Shen had just been in, waved her hand, and said, "Shen'er, you sit too. It's been so long since I've seen such a view." The cook smiled and brought over another set of cups and chopsticks, gave Ye Shen a wink, and scurried away.
Ye Shen suddenly remembered the conversation he had overheard in the kitchen earlier, "What an adorable little couple! Are they going to elope like those scholars?" That wretched cook, that... adorable cook.
At that time, Yang Bao'er was as red as an apple, and she said awkwardly, "That's my disciple..." But her expression... "My eyes are very sharp, you can't hide anything from me, young lady. Hmm, that child, was he beaten by your elders? Sigh, they're really cruel." Ye Shen seemed to see Bao'er's bashful appearance even through the cabin. The boatman chuckled and looked at Ye Shen, saying, "You have relatives in Yangzhou, right? Yes, you're going out for a few days, and you'll come back as soon as your elders have calmed down, hehehehe." Ye Shen sat sideways on the edge of the boat, poured wine for his master's wife, and saw her gazing peacefully at the moon, her hazy jade-like face seemingly melted into the misty moonlight. Her jade-like face and the beautiful moon shone together, and Ye Shen felt a little drunk.
What night is this? A dark gloom obscures the moonlight. Yang Bao'er sighs softly, raises her cup, and says, "It's just like a dream..." Ye Shen feels a strange closeness to her. Looking at Yang Bao'er beside him, his heart is filled with a sense of peace and tranquility. He says, "Indeed, it seems like I've wasted my life all this time, haha." Yang Bao'er glares at him and spits, "What do you mean, wasted my life? What are you thinking?" Ye Shen chuckles sheepishly and says awkwardly, "Well, Master's Wife, you know your disciple is a fool, haha. I've disturbed you, Master's Wife. I'll drink this cup to apologize." "..." Yang Bao'er took a sip and said, "Shen'er, you don't need to be so reserved." "Although I knew things had changed before I came out, I really didn't expect it to come to this. If it weren't for Shen'er accompanying me, my master's wife would probably still be panicking and not know what to do. Alas." Yang Bao'er saw Ye Shen's respectful appearance and sighed inexplicably, saying, "Your master is also a peerless genius in our sect. He has already mastered three of the nine swords. If it weren't for this incident, he probably would have mastered the fourth sword as well." Ye Shen was shocked and moved. He thought his master was kind and sincere, but he did not expect his master to be such a genius. Hearing his master's wife's gentle explanation, Ye Shen quickly composed himself and listened attentively. "Before you returned, your master and I had a fight over your trip to Jinling. Although Ouyang is a lay disciple of Shaolin, he has no dealings with us. Your master didn't really need to personally congratulate him; he could have just sent your second senior brother. But for some reason, your master insisted. Back then, at the Emei Sect Leader's enthronement ceremony, if it weren't for your master's wife's earnest persuasion, he wouldn't have gone to congratulate us. This time, I really don't know what your master's intentions are. After twenty years together, his feelings are still hard to understand." Yang Bao'er finished her drink, then put the cup down in deep thought. Ye Shen didn't dare to add more, pretending not to know. Yang Bao'er smiled brightly, "Aren't you going to fill my cup? Back then, your master..." "Even Father can't outdrink me." Amidst giggles, the clouds dispersed and the moon shone brightly. Ye Shen filled his cup to the brim, raised it, and said, "Then this disciple toasts Master's Wife." Yang Bao'er took the cup, sipped it, and commanded, "Drink a cup with Master's Wife. This wine reminds me of five years ago when I accompanied your master to Mount Hua, drinking all night with several sisters from Mount Hua. Your master's wife herself defeated all nine sisters of Mount Hua, hehe, how nostalgic!" Seeing his master's wife so carefree, Ye Shen felt pleased. The past few days had been filled with strange events, and his master's wife had been burdened with worries. It was a rare moment of peace for her, so he raised his cup in response, saying, "Yes, then this disciple will drink this cup with Master's Wife." Yang Bao'er gracefully raised her cup, the two cups lightly touched, and she drank it all in one gulp. She tossed aside her cup, stretched her arms freely, her eyes darting around, and moved to sit beside Ye Shen, facing the river. She tested the water temperature with her bare feet, let out a soft cry, and began to playfully splash in the water.
"What a pleasant feeling," Yang Bao'er suddenly transformed into a young girl, and Ye Shen smiled wryly to himself. This woman's mind was truly difficult to fathom… "Actually, Master's wife should thank you," Yang Bao'er said with a contented expression, her beauty reflected in the hazy night, dreamlike and indescribable. Ye Shen was also stunned by her beauty.
"Since marrying into your Sword Sect, every disciple, young and old, is more upright than the old master himself. Heh, it's really been so boring!" "This trip out, I never expected to have such a relaxing time. Even my master's wife can be so unrestrained. Shen'er, you don't look down on me, do you?" Ye Shen felt a warmth in his heart, and his eyes welled up with tears. "I'm overjoyed, how could I dare? Master's wife, we treat you and the elders of the sect as honored guests, how could we be presumptuous? Unexpectedly, it has made my master's wife quite depressed, hehe." Suddenly, he stretched out his body and laughed: "Life is like a hundred..." Time flies, and the world is full of turmoil, joys, sorrows, and griefs—isn't that laughable? It's lamentable how busy life is, with more sorrow than joy. Why not open your heart, enjoy the moment, and not waste this beautiful life?" Yang Bao'er's beautiful eyes sparkled, and she clapped her hands, saying, "Well said! When I first met your master, he had the same sentiment, a straightforward and honest life. That's how it should be." Turning around, she took out a wine jug, poured the fine wine like a chain, and handed it to Ye Shen, laughing, "Come, have a drink with your master's wife." Ye Shen followed Yang Bao'er's example, the wine flowing into his arms, transforming into a surge of heroic spirit.
"Today, let's be like good friends, let's learn from the ancients and get drunk!" Yang Bao'er got up and went into the storeroom, bringing out two more jugs of wine. Ye Shen, however, dared not indulge, taking them and saying, "Master's wife, your internal injuries haven't healed; you shouldn't drink too much." Yang Bao'er smiled, took the jug herself, and said, "Tch! I knew you had no guts." She drank freely, splashing her beautiful feet in the water.
Ye Shen had already noticed that his master's wife seemed somewhat delirious tonight. His mind raced, and he understood immediately. The recent misfortunes had caused her to suddenly lose her inner strength, leaving her mentally shaken and easily disturbed. She was particularly susceptible to external influences, especially since she couldn't sleep at night. Coupled with a bit of alcohol, she was now on the verge of losing her composure. Ye Shen sighed inwardly, knowing that if he were to take advantage of her vulnerability now, it would be as easy as taking candy from a baby. He felt a surge of desire and pinched himself hard to calm himself.
Glancing sideways, he saw Yang Bao'er softly singing, drinking and enjoying herself, already quite drunk.
Ye Shen composed himself and said casually, "A beautiful night, a lovely lady, what a night this is! But the night is deep and the dew is heavy, my lady, please take care." He looked up and met Yang Bao'er's bright gaze. His mind was clear. Their eyes met, and warmth gradually arose. Yang Bao'er smiled, stood up, threw the pot into the river, and softly murmured, "A beautiful night, a lovely lady... a beautiful night... a lovely lady..." before going to rest.
Watching her beautiful figure disappear into the cabin, Ye Shen thought to himself: How can a man take advantage of someone in distress? Even if he were to take something, he would do it honorably. A sly smile appeared on his lips, and he slapped himself. Hypocritical!
Hehehe. A man, with a beautiful woman by his side, how could he not be tempted? How laughable that he himself had lost his composure that day and done such a shameful thing. From now on, whether it's a beautiful woman or treasure, a man should take it directly. How could he learn from those ridiculous people who seek it through underhanded means?
He chuckled and swayed to the back cabin to sleep, but the image of her beautiful face lingered in his mind, her smiling face like a dream, so how could he fall asleep?
He tossed and turned all night, speechless…
************ The night is like a good friend, a perfect time for heartfelt conversation, the best way to bring people closer, but the night must eventually dissipate. A ray of light shone through the window, and outside the cabin, laughter filled the air. Who else could it be but the cheerful and carefree Master's wife?
He hurriedly got up and realized it was already noon. Ye Shen had only just realized how long he had slept.
"If we don't get up soon, we'll be there." Yang Bao'er, her face flushed, smiled and said, "Look, isn't that Yangzhou?" The cook grinned mischievously, "Of course it is! This journey has been smooth sailing, all thanks to the two of you." Ye Shen chuckled awkwardly, not daring to reply. He looked around and saw the lush greenery stretching along the shore. A thought struck him, and he said thoughtfully,
"Master's wife, please be careful at the ferry crossing."
Yang Bao'er straightened her expression and gave a barely perceptible nod. Her gaze also turned towards the shore.
The boat moved swiftly, and as the sunlight began to slant, they reached the ferry crossing.
After calculating the fare and bidding farewell to the lovely boatwoman, Yang Bao'er cautiously pressed down on Zhan Yun, glancing around.
Ye Shen hired two old horses at the carriage shop, settled his luggage, and mounted his horse separately with his master's wife, heading straight for their sect.
The journey was uneventful. The disciples at the gate took the reins and led the horse away. Yang Bao'er rushed to the main hall, shouting, "Has your second senior brother returned? Tell him to come see me immediately!" The disciples at the gate were taken aback and said, "Master's wife, second senior brother hasn't returned yet. You, why are you back?" Yang Bao'er's heart sank. She stopped and glanced back at Ye Shen. Ye Shen shook his head slightly, and the two followed each other into the main hall.
"Where are Xiu'er and Xiao Fei?" A disciple brought tea and replied, "Master's aunt and junior uncle went to the city, saying they were going to welcome second senior brother." "When did this happen?" Yang Bao'er asked anxiously, "Yesterday... yesterday." Seeing his master's wife's angry expression, the disciple hurriedly lowered his head and tried to retreat.
"Do you know where they went? Quickly send someone to look for them."
"Master's wife, don't worry." Ye Shen hurriedly stepped forward and gave a wink. The disciple fled in a disheveled state.
"How can I not worry? What if..." Yang Bao'er said absentmindedly.
"Master's wife, the disciples within the sect are unaware of the changes and must not panic. Master's wife, the situation here remains unchanged. Why don't you go and rest first? I will immediately go into the city to find my junior brothers and sisters. What do you think?" Yang Bao'er calmed down slightly, sat down in a chair, and pondered for a moment. "Alright, go and come back quickly. No matter what, you must be back before dark. I need to make arrangements immediately. The elders of the sect are all in seclusion on Mount Hua, and the disciples are not of much use. They need to be hidden as soon as possible to prevent the enemy from finding them and wiping them out. These matters are complicated and require your help." Ye Shen secretly admired her, knowing that Yang Bao'er's mind had recovered, and nodded, "Exactly. We know nothing about the enemy's situation and have no way of knowing what they intend to do. Master's wife's arrangement is excellent. However, we need an excuse to prevent the disciples from panicking and panicking." Yang Bao'er also agreed and said, "Tell me." With her beautiful eyes fixed on him, Ye Shen couldn't help but feel a surge of tender thoughts.
With a light cough, Ye Shen said, "Our sect has always strictly forbidden its disciples from venturing into the martial world. While this avoids much trouble, it also deprives them of much experience, inevitably slowing their cultivation progress." He paused slightly, noticing Yang Bao'er listening intently, and continued, "Now that the sect elders and the leading disciples are not present, how about temporarily sending some of the more advanced disciples into the martial world for further training? The other disciples can be led by Master's wife to Mount Hua for temporary accommodation. This will also inform the Mount Hua Sect and other sects. What do you think?" Yang Bao'er nodded and said, "Alright, you go first. I'll assign them the tasks." She got up and went to... At the entrance, she paused for a moment, then said, "Be careful in all matters. In this extraordinary time, do not act rashly. You, you may go." Ye Shen responded and left. Yang Bao'er then assigned tasks to the disciples and sealed the secret chamber. Everything was carried out one by one. Bao'er herself sat in the main hall, and things proceeded in an orderly manner. Several groups of capable disciples, following their master's instructions, only carried their personal silver and longswords, and did not even bother to pack their clothes before bidding farewell. Although the disciples were surprised, they were also very excited. The sect had always strictly prohibited people from the martial world, and even the nearby city of Yangzhou was not allowed to be visited except during festivals. Now, it was like letting sheep roam freely, and the disciples went off happily. Of course, the prohibitions were still in place. The primary prohibition was to strictly forbid revealing one's identity as a disciple of the Sword Sect, and the second was not to stay in Yangzhou.
However, several capable disciples carried letters and secret orders. The
remaining disciples gathered together, led by the head accountant who had served in the sect for many years and two old servants. They loaded several carts of valuables and headed off to Mount Hua in a lively atmosphere.
As dusk fell, the vast Sword Sect lay deserted, exuding an indescribable desolation.
Yang Bao'er anxiously approached the gate, her heart in turmoil, clutching the hem of her clothes, her eyes pounding with panic. She worried about her two children, and also about Ye Shen, her pillar of support. Suddenly, a thought struck her
, and she spat out, "Shameless Bao'er!" Her face flushed crimson, a mixture of panic and confusion washing over her, like the fiery sunset clouds in the west. Her eyes and heart were in turmoil, unable to find peace.
Amidst this chaotic thought, she suddenly heard the rustling of clothes fluttering in the wind, approaching from all directions in an instant.
Yang Bao'er ducked and slipped behind the door. A thought struck her, and she leaped behind the door plaque, contracting her limbs and holding her breath. She heard a constant rustling sound all around her, and after a moment, people began to converse in low voices in the distance. Yang Bao'er circulated her inner energy to listen, but the voices were too far away and indistinct. Anxiety gripped her; she feared her children and Ye Shen had returned, and that enemies surrounded her. She forgot that she was in a dangerous place, and the situation was even more perilous.
Since that night admiring the moon on the bow of the boat, Yang Bao'er's long-held defenses had suddenly crumbled. Not only had her power fully recovered, but she had also broken through a bottleneck of ten years, naturally comprehending the Qi-Breaking Chapter of the Nine Swords.
However, Yang Bao'er had little experience in the martial world, almost zero practical combat experience. Although the Qi-Breaking Chapter was exquisite, the Dugu Nine Swords were primarily a practical training method. Without experience, how much power could the Qi-Breaking Chapter possess? Just
as she was at a loss, she heard the sounds of fighting not far away. Yang Bao'er's heart leaped into her throat, and her palms, gripping her sword tightly, were drenched in sweat. Hearing the four long, drawn-out breaths below, Yang Bao'er slowly peeked out.
It was pitch black all around; the fighting had ceased, and Yang Bao'er felt a little relieved, knowing the newcomers were temporarily safe.
Suddenly, she heard one of them whisper, "Damn it, has our operation been discovered again? The Sword Sect is really troublesome." "Silence!" someone shouted.
"Hmph, Old Lu, stop playing games. Let's go to the brothel and have a go after we're done. Damn it, I'll be better than you even if I do it for half an hour." The other two chuckled lewdly, one of them whispering, "Be careful, that was probably a tough one. Old Wang and Liu Liu guarding the front are probably dead. Be careful not to capsize here." "Yeah, if I hadn't been quick to react in Jinling, I probably would have been killed by that old guy from the Sword Sect." "Hehe, but Old Lu took a sword strike. That guy couldn't be stopped by even a hall master." "Who says otherwise? Didn't you see? Three elders went up, but he still escaped." "Silence! Damn it, why are you still talking about this now? Don't you want to die faster?" Old Lu roared. Hearing their leader's anger, the others quieted down.
But Yang Bao'er was both surprised and delighted. Upon hearing the news that her husband had escaped, she immediately felt relieved.
"Hmph, that old bastard lost an arm to Miss Ren. Unless he can wield a sword with both hands, his life is ruined. I took a sword wound, but without it, how could I control you bastards?" Old Lu seemed very indignant, yet he couldn't help but mutter bitterly.
Yang Bao'er's internal energy immediately became chaotic, almost repeating the mistake of dissipating her power the day before. Forcibly suppressing the chaotic internal energy, a surge of blood rushed to her head, Yang Bao'er clenched her teeth, and a trace of blood seeped out.
Suddenly, there were a few soft sounds below, followed by a muffled groan. Yang Bao'er was startled and looked over. Who else could it be but Ye Shen leaning against the doorframe?
Nearby, it seemed that they had already noticed the commotion. A very light rustling sound moved closer. Ye Shen looked around, about to hide, when a fleeting glance caught a glimpse of a shadow on the ground. His heart sank, knowing that there was another expert hiding above. Reaching into her robes, in the blink of an eye, just as a streak of cold light was about to take flight, Yang Bao'er had already leaned out, ready to leap down.
Ye Shen's eyes lit up, he swung his hand sharply, and with a turn, disappeared into the darkness beneath the courtyard wall.
Yang Bao'er instinctively pulled back, and before she could even think, she heard a very soft sound—the assassin lurking below.
Just as she shifted her position, Yang Bao'er suddenly sensed something was wrong. A thought arose in her mind, and she subtly shifted her body to the side. With a sharp sound, a sword blade grazed past her. Yang Bao'er knew someone would come up soon. This strike, though a test, would be used to probe; if no one was there, the assassin would surely come to hide. Yang Bao'er tightened her grip on Zhan Yun, determined to strike only the moment the assassin approached.
After waiting a moment without a sound, Yang Bao'er was filled with doubt and uncertainty. Just as she was about to jump down, someone suddenly grabbed her and whispered in her ear, "It's me." Yang Bao'er's body went limp. Her secret sword, which she had just used to defend herself, was pressed against Ye Shen's lower abdomen. Caught off guard, Yang Bao'er hurriedly withdrew her sword, and heard Ye Shen let out a muffled groan.
"It's nothing," Ye Shen said.
"We must leave immediately. You follow me and don't speak," Ye Shen ordered in a low voice.
Yang Bao'er shifted her body slightly, indicating that she was ready.
"There are nine nearby. I'll distract them. You go to Mount Hua quickly, and I'll meet you there." Yang Bao'er struggled, but Ye Shen's hand, which was pressed against her lips, smelled of blood. She couldn't break free from Ye Shen's hold.
"No time for nonsense. Listen to me, let's escape first."
Yang Bao'er felt dizzy and stopped struggling. Shrinking in Ye Shen's arms, she suddenly felt his hand was wet. A chill ran through her. She didn't know how many injuries Ye Shen had suffered, and her eyes were already wet.
Ye Shen seemed to sense something, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, he breathed warm air into her ear. He listened intently to the surrounding sounds.
"I'm fine. Let's go."
He leaped into the air, throwing Yang Bao'er backwards. As she landed, Yang Bao'er could hear the sounds of two people falling. Gritting her teeth, Yang Bao'er, sword in her left hand and Zhan Yun in her right, also lunged towards Ye Shen.
As she chased after him, someone shouted, "Here, here..." The voice abruptly stopped, and more figures flashed around.
Yang Bao'er panicked, leaping several feet before realizing the figures around her were moving rapidly. She spun around, and a flash of cold light grazed her abdomen from the grass. Her sword flew out, and the person fell with a half-groove.
In a short while, Zhan Yun swung repeatedly, injuring at least seven people. Zhan Yun's blade had hidden serrations; those struck bled profusely, their energy channels blocked, and the wounded were essentially rendered incapable of fighting.
At the same time, Yang Bao'er was also wounded in the back and left waist. Although she used her agility to dodge the attack, the wounds were unbearably numb and itchy, clearly indicating that the enemy's weapons had been drugged, their intention being to capture her alive.
She had been hit in the back by a hidden weapon sometime during the fight, seemingly injuring a blood vessel, and the bleeding wouldn't stop.
After fighting wildly for an unknown amount of time, Yang Bao'er had long since lost track of Ye Shen, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. She instinctively fled into the distance, fighting as she ran, but the enemies seemed to be increasing in number and strength. Just now, in a brief exchange with an assassin, Zhan Yun almost flew out of her hand, but fortunately, she suddenly activated the Qi-Breaking Technique at that moment, allowing Zhan Yun to spin and injure her opponent.
Now, the sounds were fading into the distance, as if they had left the battlefield. Yang Bao'er didn't know where she was. The moon was still the same as that night, but its cold light seeped into the depths of her soul, sending a chill down her spine.
Yang Bao'er felt waves of cold wash over her; her legs had long since lost all feeling, and the wound below her left waist was spreading as her internal energy dissipated. Her body grew increasingly weak. Yang Bao'er knew she had nowhere to escape. Although she couldn't see anything, her intuition told her there was killing intent. That killing intent was nearby, patiently waiting, creeping closer, waiting for her to reveal an opening, waiting for a chance to strike and kill.
Suddenly, her vision flashed with multicolored lights, and she felt dizzy for a moment before snapping back to reality. Bao'er knew her final moment had arrived.
She coldly glanced up at the moon; its light was like lightning. The sword light had already sealed her qi, suppressing her internal energy circulation. The sword energy was already upon her, chillingly aimed at her vital point. Yang Bao'er suddenly relaxed, staring blankly at the moon, completely forgetting to defend herself.
"Bang!"
Yang Bao'er was suddenly knocked away. She only had time to look back once, and in that one glance, her heart sank.
"Yun Tian!"
Her sealed qi hadn't been released yet; this scream only echoed in her heart.
The cold light vanished from Chu Yuntian's body. Yang Bao'er saw the mangled shoulder, but after just one glance, she collapsed onto a rushing body and fainted.
************ Slowly waking, Yang Bao'er's vision was blank. The walls were peeling gray, and beneath her lay a thin layer of thatch. Judging from the broken windows, this was clearly an abandoned Taoist temple.
Yang Bao'er shifted slightly, turning to look at the person leaning against the gray wall, his face ashen and covered in bruises—it was Ye Shen, whose fate remained unknown.
In an instant, many images flashed through her mind, Yang Bao'er's face alternating between ashen and pale... Some things were deeply buried.
Yang Bao'er tried to sit up, but after struggling for a long time, she couldn't manage it. She tried to circulate her internal energy, but her body was empty.
In a moment of panic, she coughed up a mouthful of blood.
After spitting out the blood, her breathing became easier. Knowing that panicking was useless, she relaxed and focused on regulating her breathing. A
cold wind blew through the room, carrying the sound of light rain.
Half an hour passed, her internal energy circulated, and a warmth gradually rose in her body, and she also accumulated a little strength.
Yang Bao'er slowly sat up, looked around, but didn't see her Zhan Yun sword. Her heart ached, but she forced herself to control her turbulent emotions and circulated the Emei One Leaf Knows Autumn Secret Technique. Gradually, strength returned to her body, and although her internal energy was still empty, she could barely move.
Not far away, Ye Shen's thin sword lay discarded. Yang Bao'er stopped her practice and rested for a moment, also checking her wounds, which had already scabbed over.
Slowly moving to Ye Shen's side, she reached out to check his breath; it was extremely weak. Composing herself, she considered her options.
Ye Shen was practically dead; aside from a lingering breath, he was essentially lifeless.
His body was covered in countless wounds, one after another. Tears welling in her eyes, Yang Bao'er used her thin sword to carefully part his stiff, tattered clothes, dragging him onto a straw mat and covering him with a pile of cloth. She then retrieved the well-preserved medicine packs and bandages hidden on his body.
Exhausted, Yang Bao'er calmed herself and spent another hour meditating. As she finished, dawn broke; though a light rain continued outside, there was finally some warmth.
Ye Shen remained unconscious. Yang Bao'er found a broken bowl lying on the incense table, slowly moved it to the doorway, and looked around to find no one there. Gazing at the distant ruins against the broken wall, she saw only a vast, desolate landscape, unable to discern where she was. The rain pattered softly, carrying the faint sound of fishermen's songs from afar. Yang Bao'er felt a little relieved, estimating that a river was nearby, which would lead her to a fisherman's home. She washed the dishes while making plans.
After countless washes, Ye Shen, now bandaged, breathed much more steadily. Yang Bao'er unbuttoned her outer garment and held Ye Shen in her arms, warming his body.
It rained all day, and Yang Bao'er meditated all day.
At dusk, the rain gradually stopped. Bao'er glanced at Ye Shen; his face, resting against her chest, had turned pale, the bluish-black tinge fading. Gathering
some strength, Yang Bao'er slowly laid Ye Shen down, covered him with straw, then rose, tucked her clothes behind her, and with her slender sword tucked diagonally at her waist, slowly left through the gate. She listened intently for a moment, determined her direction, and set off.
After walking about three miles, nearly an hour, the sound of the river reached her ears. Bao'er leaned against a tree to catch her breath. As she walked slowly, a thought struck her, and she heard a series of laughing and cursing voices beside her: "You damn thing, hurry up! In this desolate wilderness, what's wrong with you? Ahh, I've hit the spot!" The voice was very familiar. Yang Bao'er was overjoyed. Wasn't that the boatwoman? What was she doing here? And where was this?
Without thinking, Yang Bao'er started running. She didn't know where the strength came from, but she ran through the grove of tilapia in one breath. The lively scene in front of her made Yang Bao'er turn away in embarrassment.
"Ah, people are here!"
"Where? Where?"
A flurry of voices rang out. Bao'er didn't dare to turn around. With her back turned, she said, "Sister-in-law, I'm so sorry. I, I'm the one who hired your boat the other day." "Oh dear, it's that couple who eloped! You damn thing, what are you doing with my pants? You bastard!" "Oh dear, what happened to you? Did you fall victim to robbers?" The boatwoman had already straightened her clothes and came to Bao'er's side. Hearing this concerned greeting, Bao'er could no longer hold back and collapsed to the ground.
After some small talk, the boatman carried Ye Shen onto the boat and headed towards Jinling.
They docked in Zhenjiang and found a doctor to re-dress Ye Shen. Seeing Ye Shen's condition, the doctor simply sighed, said nothing more, collected payment, and left.
Yang Bao'er didn't mind. In the past two days, she suddenly realized that what she had experienced in the last few days surpassed all the days before. She suddenly remembered Ye Shen's words that night, "Isn't that right? It seems like I've lived in vain all this time, haha." A warmth welled up in her heart. Looking at Ye Shen, still unconscious beside her, she calmed down. This feeling was something she had never experienced before.
Yun Tian… Yang Bao'er deeply, deeply sealed away this memory, refusing to touch it.
The boat had already reached Jinling. How could Bao'er dare to go ashore? She only asked the boatwoman to go to the city to get medicine. With no other options, she could only wait patiently for Ye Shen to recover. Thanks to the honest boatman, although Bao'er gave him extra money, the hard work he had done was immeasurable. With a heart full of gratitude, Bao'er remained silent.
She had been by Ye Shen's side day and night, changing his dressings, washing him, and bathing him. Bao'er had long since opened her heart, even tacitly accepting the boatwoman's teasing, thus silencing the boatwoman's nagging. Bao'er lay down beside Ye Shen, fully clothed, and silently began to meditate.
For the past few days, besides caring for Ye Shen and learning some cooking skills from the boatwoman, she had done nothing but meditate—she had never been so diligent in her life. Actually, it wasn't that Yang Bao'er particularly enjoyed practicing martial arts, but these past few days had been filled with trials, and only during meditation could she completely relax her mind and stop her wandering thoughts.
As she silently practiced, a soft groan brushed past her ear. Bao'er was overjoyed. She stopped her meditation and turned to the side, only to see Ye Shen's familiar smile on his lips again. Unexpectedly, tears streamed down her face, slowly turning into sobs, until finally she couldn't help but collapse onto Ye Shen and burst into tears, as if to cry out all the grievances in her heart.
The boatwoman rushed over upon hearing the commotion and, seeing Ye Shen regain his senses, wept with joy. Wiping away her tears, she pulled Bao'er aside, saying, "Sister, don't cry. Be careful not to hurt yourself. Crying is bad for your health." "Old man, hurry and go ashore to get some vegetables. No, no, I'm so confused. Get some porridge first." Ye Shen, unable to speak, watched the scene unfold, his eyes also moist. The boatwoman, seeing Ye Shen's anxious state, quickly pulled Bao'er up, saying, "Your husband has something to say." Bao'er blushed deeply, covering her face as she sat up. Seeing that her composure was gradually stabilizing, the boatwoman chuckled and went to cook porridge and rice.
After the boatwoman left, Bao'er turned to the side, glancing at Ye Shen out of the corner of her eye. Seeing his solemn expression, she slowly turned back. When the boatwoman brought the porridge, Bao'er didn't know what to do. These were things she had become accustomed to doing, but now, seeing him like this, Bao'er felt a deep sense of guilt.
"Hmph, in times of emergency, one must act expediently. I... I haven't done anything wrong." The more she thought about it, the more guilty she felt. Suddenly, she pointed at Ye Shen angrily and said, "What are you looking at! Haven't you ever seen anything like this before? You look so dull, has no one ever fed you porridge? Hmph. Shut up, don't speak!" Then, remembering that Ye Shen couldn't speak at all, she
froze, her momentum weakening. Fortunately, although Ye Shen wasn't very perceptive, he wasn't completely stunned. He let out a soft groan and closed his eyes, pretending to be tired and sleepy. Bao'er found it amusing and wouldn't be fooled by his little trick, but this change in attitude softened her heart. She sighed softly, blew on the steaming porridge, and fed Ye Shen spoonful by spoonful. Although Ye Shen later opened his eyes, the initial embarrassment had passed, and Bao'er felt at ease.
Once awake, recovery is quick. The next day, Ye Shen could speak a little, though not fluently, but much more easily. Ye Shen's first words were, "Leave here quickly, go to Mount Hua." Remembering the mysterious message from the man before his departure from Jinling, Ye Shen felt even more anxious.
Yang Bao'er, unaware of his thoughts, said, "Of course we'll go to Mount Hua, but you need to be able to move it first." Ye Shen knew in his heart that even if he reached Mount Hua, what could he do? Up to now, besides vaguely knowing who the assassin from that night was, the reason for it remained a mystery. The
Nine Swords Secret Manual? Ye Shen instinctively felt it wasn't that. The secret manual was known throughout the martial world, and for centuries it had caused conflict. In truth, everyone knew that the Nine Swords Secret Manual was simply a dream, a heroic dream to follow in the footsteps of the great hero Linghu Chong. Throughout history, besides the predecessor who created the Nine Swords, only Linghu Chong himself had achieved it. Although Senior Feng was Linghu's mentor, upon closer examination, he was merely a substitute teacher; his own cultivation was something no one could truly ascertain.
Since the legendary swordsman Linghu Chong, only a handful have diligently cultivated the Three Swords to master them. Even then, while the Three Swords were enough to make one a master, they couldn't dominate the world. Since Linghu Chong, which Sword Sect disciple has ever reigned supreme in the martial arts world? Moreover, heroes have risen and fallen over the past century, and martial arts have evolved and innovated. The Nine Swords, being centuries-old relics, were bound to be superseded.
Therefore, the Nine Swords secret was merely a dream, a source of hope for passionate young men.
Yet, the only thing the Sword Sect could truly profit from was this relic. If not for this, then what was the purpose?
Ye Shen's mind was a jumbled mess, and he drifted off to sleep.
Several days passed, and Ye Shen slowly recovered. As he was helped off the boat by Yang Bao'er, the moon had risen and set for over thirty nights.

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