Assassin Balaj

In the capital city of Zhongdu, at the Liang Prince's villa.

"Mr. Ba, this way please!" A guard led Balaji into the villa, bowing repeatedly as he guided him.

Balaji carried a mahogany box, also securely covered with red silk, and surveyed the villa.

The villa was built when Liu Fen was still the heir apparent; later, after the new emperor ascended the throne and was enfeoffed in Jiangnan, this heir apparent's residence became his villa. The Liang Prince was particularly fond of extravagance; even his heir apparent's residence was as luxurious as his mansion in Jiangnan, leaving even Balaji speechless with astonishment.

"Mr. Ba, His Highness is waiting in the main hall, please come in!" The guard reached the entrance but refused to go further inside, bowing and turning away.

Balaji glanced at the guard, then stepped over the threshold and entered the gloomy main hall. Suddenly, Balaji found himself somewhat like an assassin facing the desolate Yi River, prepared for no return.

Han Bingxiu... I'm here... Even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, I will definitely rescue you.

Balaji walked into the main hall with his head down. It wasn't that he was afraid of King Liang, but it was his first time meeting the king, and walking with his head held high would inevitably arouse the other party's dissatisfaction, and it would also be impolite. Therefore, he kept his eyes fixed on his toes, walked to the center of the hall, and bowed, saying, "This humble commoner, Balaji, a merchant from Yanzhi Mountain, greets Your Highness, Prince Liang! Long live Your Highness!" "Balaji?" A voice came from above Balaji's head, "I've heard that you possess vast wealth in Longshang, making you incredibly rich, comparable to the Lin family of Jiangnan?" "Your Highness flatters me!" Balaji hurriedly replied, "Within the four seas, all land belongs to the king. Under the whole heaven, all property belongs to Your Highness!" "Insolence!" Prince Liang suddenly flew into a rage, "Such treasonous words, be careful I don't behead you!" "I wouldn't dare!" Balaji's words were not unrestrained; he said this simply to strike a chord with Prince Liang, "But Your Highness, if you wish to achieve great things, the assistance of a humble person would surely be the icing on the cake!" Prince Liang did not respond, seemingly observing this foreign merchant. He aspired to rule the world; without mountains of gold and silver, no matter how many men he commanded, it would be in vain. Moreover, his greatest adversary was the regent in the court. Fighting a stronger enemy without money was unwise.

"If Your Highness favors me, I am willing to offer my entire fortune!" Balaji didn't spell it out, his words evasive, neither mentioning the affairs of the realm nor military matters, merely offering his own services.

For King Liang, Balaji's wealth was the greatest temptation. He couldn't refuse, nor could he refuse. After a long silence, he said, "How can I trust you, sir? You are my man!" Balaji replied, "I have come from afar to seek refuge with Your Highness. My gold and silver are naturally beneath Your Highness's notice. I present you with a treasure from Japan; please accept it!" With that, he raised his hands, holding a rosewood box.

The guards quickly stepped forward, took the box from Balaji, and presented it to King Liang.

King Liang took the box, opened it, and saw that it contained an object wrapped in several layers of red silk, but he couldn't tell what it was. Curious, he asked, "Sir, what is this treasure from Japan you speak of?

" Balaji replied, "This object is wondrous beyond words; Your Highness will see for yourself!" King Liang then unwrapped the layers of red silk and suddenly saw a huge, thick, black horn-shaped object before him, as lifelike as a human. Intrigued, he picked it up to examine it. Unexpectedly, the moment he moved his hand, the vibrating bell inside the horn began to vibrate, tinkling, and the entire object trembled violently.

King Liang's fingertips suddenly felt numb and tingling. He quickly dropped the horn, horned.

Humans have an instinctive fear of things that move automatically. King Liang was no exception; he thought this seemingly ordinary erotic toy was actually a living being. After a long while, he seemed to have grasped the meaning, and laughed again, grasping the object in his hand, letting it vibrate incessantly: "Indeed a treasure! I pride myself on the wealth of Jiangnan, yet I have never seen such a wondrous object; it is truly rare!" Balaji seized the opportunity to say, "If this object can bring a smile to Your Highness's face, it will be worthwhile!" "Good!" King Liang gripped the Horned Man even tighter, examining it repeatedly, growing more and more delighted with each look. He then gave a wink to his attendants and said, "Quickly, go and invite Miss Xiuxiu here!" The attendants obeyed and hurried out of the hall. A short while later, several people escorted a young woman into the hall, who ascended King Liang's throne and sat beside Liu Fen.

"Balaji, this object greatly pleases me! Good! Haha!" King Liang continued to praise Balaji.

"Ba..." The young woman sitting beside King Liang, upon hearing this name, suddenly turned pale with fright and almost cried out.

"Han Bingxiu, do you know him?" The Prince of Liang quickly noticed the girl's lapse in composure and turned to ask.

"No...I don't know him..." Han Bingxiu didn't know Balaji's purpose in seeing the Prince of Liang. In her panic, she only knew she couldn't let His Highness discover their relationship, so she hurriedly denied it.

Han Bingxiu? Upon hearing this name he had longed for, Balaji quickly looked up at the woman sitting beside the Prince of Liang's throne. Ah! It really was the woman of his dreams, the one he had fallen for at first sight.

It seemed that Manager Shen of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion hadn't lied to him; Han Bingxiu had indeed entered the Prince of Liang's residence.

Balaji quickly winked at Han Bingxiu and gently shook his head, signaling her not to make a sound.

Upon seeing this, Han Bingxiu hurriedly said to Prince Liang, "Your Highness, this short, fat man is clearly a barbarian. My daughter has lived in Jiangnan for so long, how could she possibly recognize a barbarian from thousands of miles away?" "Indeed..." Prince Liang nodded, then looked at Balaji, whose appearance was unremarkable, and who seemed to belong to a completely different world from the untainted Han Bingxiu, and didn't think much of it.

Before Prince Liang turned his head, Balaji lowered his head again. Now that he knew Han Bingxiu was trapped in the palace, he should start planning how to rescue her.

"Han Bingxiu, come, what do you think of this treasure?" Prince Liang held up the horned man to Han Bingxiu, smiling as he spoke.

Han Bingxiu's face began to flush upon seeing the thick, black dildo. However, since Prince Liang had ordered her to look, she had no choice but to take it, fearing she might anger His Highness. The moment she held it in her hand, the object suddenly trembled, making her heart flutter. She quickly dropped it, exclaiming, "Oh! What, what is this?" The horned man rolled to Balaji's feet. He silently picked it up, knelt two steps, and walked to King Liang, presenting it with both hands.

King Liang took it again and placed it in Han Bingxiu's hands, saying, "This is Mr. Balaji's kind offer; you mustn't let it go to waste!" "Ah! You..." Han Bingxiu couldn't believe Balaji would offer King Liang such a thing; she wanted to curse him on the spot. She had no choice but to take the horned man back, holding it tremblingly.

"Hahaha!" King Liang laughed, "What would you do if I put this thing down there?

" "Your Highness, please don't!" Han Bingxiu hurriedly moved her hips away from King Liang, looking at him fearfully. Just holding the horned penis in her hand was enough to numb her fingertips, let alone inserting it into her lower body. How could she possibly endure that?

Prince Liang snatched the horned penis from her hand, suddenly lifting Han Bingxiu's skirt and thrusting it towards her crotch. This thrust was completely blind; he had no intention of hitting Han Bingxiu's sensitive areas. The trembling glans pressed against the base of Han Bingxiu's thigh, and even through the gauze, it still startled her.

A woman's inner thigh skin is even more tender and sensitive; the trembling of the horned penis was like plucking a string in Han Bingxiu's body, making her feel her labia and clitoris tremble along with it.

"Your Highness, no!" Han Bingxiu cried out, trying to back away. Unexpectedly, Prince Liang roughly stepped forward, grabbed her waist, and twisted his wrist, tracing the glans across Han Bingxiu's thigh.

"Your Highness, this..." Seeing his beloved woman being so cruelly violated by King Liang, Balaji was overwhelmed with grief and a surge of nameless rage. However, before coming here, he had already learned from the old president of the Central Plains Merchant Guild that King Liang was highly skilled in martial arts, unassuming, and difficult to deal with. Therefore, he had no choice but to suppress his anger and try to stop him.

"Shut your mouth!" Before King Liang could speak, the guards on either side suddenly blocked Balaji's path, shouting sternly.

"Since...since Your Highness has urgent business to attend to, this humble subject will take his leave!" Seeing no opportunity to intervene, Balaji had no choice but to retreat for now. He figured that with this opportunity, there would be other chances in the future.

"Wait!" King Liang suddenly said, "I want to test this treasure in front of you. If it works, you will be my trusted confidant!" "Yes..." Balaji closed his eyes and answered painfully.

What could cause more sorrow and pain than seeing one's beloved humiliated before one's eyes, and being powerless to help?

King Liang held Han Bingxiu tightly, finally finding the vital point, and thrust Mr. Horn hard into her perineum again.

"Ah!" Han Bingxiu almost screamed, quickly covering her mouth with her hand. Her eyes, however, remained fixed on Balaji, filled with resentment and a plea for help.

"How does it feel?" King Liang chuckled, "Isn't it more exciting than my own penis?" As he spoke, he increased the pressure, his palm supporting the base of Mr. Horn, forcefully pressing it into Han Bingxiu's body.

Mr. Horn, along with Han Bingxiu's gauze skirt, was forced into her vagina. Wrapped in gauze, Mr. Horn seemed even larger than it appeared, instantly causing Han Bingxiu's vagina to swell and nearly burst. She gasped, gripping Liang Wang's sleeves tightly with both hands, her gaze averted from Balaji, shaking her head repeatedly, "No! Your Highness, please let go!" "Hehehe!" Liang Wang laughed, "Can't you even handle a fake one?" "Balaji, look up and see what I think of this woman? Hahaha!" Liang Wang laughed as he humiliated Han Bingxiu.

"Your Highness... Your Highness's woman is naturally a beauty beyond compare..." Balaji could only flatter, his fists clenched so tightly behind his back they cracked.

"Haha!" Liang Wang laughed smugly. Han Bingxiu's beauty was undeniable.

Since he had this woman, he had seen everyone else pale in comparison.

"Is it good? Hahaha!" Liang Wang rubbed his buttocks on the throne, taking another step closer to Han Bingxiu, pressing his penis deeper into her.

"No! No! Ugh, Your Highness, spare me!" Han Bingxiu's body trembled like a withered leaf in the wind, but she couldn't do anything shameful in front of Balaji.

Deep down, Han Bingxiu already considered Balaji one of her suitors. Showing such shame in front of a suitor was something even Han Bingxiu herself found distasteful.

"Quick! Beg me to fuck you!" King Liang panted, "There are no outsiders here. From now on, Mr. Balaji is my retainer. It's fine if he sees this!" "Your Highness, please, don't make me like this… ugh!" Although Han Bingxiu was extremely resistant, she couldn't resist the turmoil within her, her heart pounding. More than ten years of a life of hardship with her husband had made her crave sex to the extreme. Now, without release, how could she control herself? Her arms tightly wrapped around King Liang's neck, her body trembling even more violently than the man beneath her.

Balaji's face drooped even lower. In his heart, Han Bingxiu was like a goddess from heaven, untouched by worldly affairs, yet she was in such a wretched state. Could it be... that all the hardships and long journeys he had gone through to find her had resulted in such a lowly woman?

Balaji's face flushed red, like braised pig liver, and he couldn't help but regret his rashness.

"Mr. Ba? Mr. Ba?" Prince Liang seemed to completely disregard Balaji, continuing to humiliate Han Bingxiu without turning his head, while repeatedly calling out, "Don't you think that such a beautiful woman should be thoroughly fucked until her cunt is ruined to be truly satisfying?" "Your Highness is absolutely right..." Balaji had no choice but to agree.

“Mmm…Your Highness,” Han Bingxiu’s body began to writhe in Liang Wang’s arms again, moaning, “This treasure…is so powerful…mmm…I can’t take it…Your Highness, please don’t…don’t do this…Xiuxiu, Xiuxiu will serve Your Highness well…please, Your Highness, don’t use this treasure on me…” “Right now, you are the only woman by my side. If I don’t use it on you, am I supposed to use it on someone else?” Liang Wang said.

“No…” Although Han Bingxiu loathed Liang Wang, she dared not show it and could only respond softly.

“If you can’t take it anymore, then beg me to fuck you…” Liang Wang’s breathing became more rapid, pressing his chest firmly against Han Bingxiu’s body, saying, “Come on, don’t be shy, let Mr. Ba hear how lewd you really are!” “Your Highness, no…Mr. Ba…you, you can’t look…” Han Bingxiu’s face turned to Balaji again. At this moment, she was already flushed from Mr. Jiao’s torment, but could only apologize to Balaji.

Although no physical relationship had taken place between Han Bingxiu and Balaji, and although Han Bingxiu had never made any promises to Balaji, he had unknowingly become a very important figure in her heart.

Why did he enter the Liang Prince's mansion… Could it be… could it be that he came to rescue me…? Han Bingxiu wondered, but quickly dismissed the thought. What had she done to deserve someone like Balaji traveling so far to find her? Yes… he must have come to seek refuge with the Liang Prince…

So… from now on, she and he would be enemies?

“Speak quickly!” The Liang Prince continued to urge, “If you don’t speak, I won’t let you climax tonight… hehe!” Like a child, the Liang Prince, who had initially spoken sternly, couldn’t help but laugh as he spoke.

“Your Highness… Your Highness, please… please fuck me… mmm…” Han Bingxiu finally couldn’t bear the humiliation and threats any longer and completely yielded to the Liang Prince’s lewd power. Over the past few days, she had become increasingly vulnerable under Liang Wang's ravaging, practically reduced to a sex slave for his sexual gratification. Before she could finish speaking, she burst into tears of shame, no longer daring to look at Balaji.

"Good!" Liang Wang laughed heartily. "You little slut, since you've uttered such shameless words, then I'll have no choice but to grant your wish!" With that, he lifted his lower garment, pulling down his trousers to reveal his penis.

"Mr. Balaji, what do you think of this thing?" Liang Wang boasted, pointing to his erection.

"Your Highness's object is naturally powerful and majestic, just like Your Highness, reigning supreme throughout the world!" Balaji didn't even raise his eyes. Compared to Liang Wang's, his penis was utterly insignificant, yet he still had to feign flattery.

"Hahaha! Mr. Ba, you have a good eye!" King Liang laughed confidently, having completely removed Han Bingxiu's gauze skirt, revealing a section of her snow-white thigh. He grabbed her legs tightly, pulled them upwards, exposing her vulva.

"Xiuxiu..." Balaji was both shocked and saddened. Although the scene before him held endless allure, the woman he loved was ultimately not beneath him, causing him immense sorrow and grief. He refused to look up at her.

"Mr. Ba, do you not find my woman beautiful?" King Liang pressed, seeing Balaji's lowered head.

“Your Highness’s woman is naturally unparalleled,” Balaji hurriedly said, “but… but it’s improper to look at her like that, please forgive me, Your Highness!” “Hahahaha!” King Liang laughed, “I never expected Mr. Ba to be such a dutiful person! Good! I like dutiful people!” King Liang spoke of dutifulness, but his body had already become anything but dutiful, and he suddenly thrust his penis into Han Bingxiu’s vagina.

“Ah!” Han Bingxiu’s body suddenly tensed, and her hands gripped King Liang’s shoulders tightly. The sound that came out was like pain, but in fact, it was pleasure.

Balaji felt his heart was being torn apart when he heard Han Bingxiu’s cry, and he wished he could rush forward and kill King Liang immediately.

But now, it was not the right time.

To save Han Bingxiu, he could not be reckless, and he could not allow even the slightest mistake to happen to him.

Otherwise, not only would all his previous efforts be in vain, but Han Bingxiu would also be implicated.

Balaji's chin almost touched his chest, unwilling to look up at the couple making love on the throne. The sounds of their bodies colliding were incessant and unrestrained in his ears.

The King of Liang, while hurling insults at Han Bingxiu, thrust into her with all his might, as if she were a prostitute. Every word felt like a knife cutting into Balaji's heart.

"Your Highness... ah! No... you can't ejaculate!" Han Bingxiu curled up on the throne, writhing like a snake.

"Today I'm going to ejaculate inside you properly!" the King of Liang grinned.

Balaji's tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open, his gaze flashing with cold light.

Now was the perfect time to strike!

Taking advantage of the King of Liang's moment of ejaculation, when his defenses were completely down, was the perfect opportunity to assassinate him.

Balaji's obese body suddenly floated up like a balloon. No one could see how he exerted his strength. Just moments ago, he was kneeling on the ground, but now his entire body was spinning wildly in the air like a top, lunging towards King Liang.

"You treacherous king, prepare to die!" Balaji shouted, already leaping in front of King Liang. The guards hadn't even realized what was happening; their vision blurred, and when they looked again, Balaji was already behind them.

"Hah!" King Liang had already seen Balaji, but at this moment, he was fully aroused and had no time to deal with it.

Seeing a pair of fleshy palms striking his chest, he hurriedly flicked his wrist, and three hidden arrows flew out of his sleeve.

Balaji's eyes sharpened, and he shouted again, his palm strikes almost without pause. That shout actually knocked the three hidden arrows that were aimed at him down.

King Liang gritted his teeth, focused his mind, and held his breath, trying to hold back the semen that was about to burst out of his body. But now, he was like an arrow on a bowstring, unable to advance or retreat. Even with all his inner strength, it was like trying to hold back a raging torrent—he had the power but nowhere to use it.

He cried out, and a spurt of semen shot out. His body immediately felt a sense of relief, and he raised his arm to catch the blow.

King Liang had the will, but no strength. With the semen gone, his body and penis went limp, and the strength in his hand diminished.

With a loud thud, their palms

collided. King Liang felt as if he had been struck by a heavy object, and his entire body involuntarily flew backward.

He and his throne crashed backward with a crash.

Balaji reacted quickly, grabbing Han Bingxiu before the throne hit the ground and pulling her into his arms.

"Balaji..." Although Han Bingxiu was surprised, seeing him risk his life to save her filled her with gratitude, and tears almost streamed down her face.

"You bastard, you're asking for death!" Prince Liang, dragging his long, engorged penis, rose from the ground, ready to fight Balaji.

However, his penis, still wet with his first ejaculation, spurted several more times from the glans as soon as he stood up. The sight was utterly ridiculous; if word got out, this nobleman would lose all face.

"Xiuxiu, let me kill him!" Balaji, too preoccupied to be intimate with Han Bingxiu, leaped over the overturned throne and struck Prince Liang again.

Prince Liang, already in a state of panic, his lower body still ejaculating, had no strength left. Coupled with this humiliating spectacle, he was both angry and enraged. Balaji struck him in the chest, sending him flying like a stone.

"Oh no! An assassin!" Chaos erupted in the villa as many guards, spears in hand, surrounded Balaji and Han Bingxiu.

“Mr. Ba,” Han Bingxiu pulled back Balaji, who was about to kill Liang Wang, and said, “This place is not safe to stay any longer. We should leave quickly!”

41. Demonic Skill: Hunyuan Bliss

Liu Feixue and Qin Muyu were tightly embracing each other under the table, rubbing their bodies together. As soon as they moved, the Burmese bells inside their bellies jingled, clearly audible even through the layer of skin.

“Lord Yun, under your table…” Xiahou Ji seemed to hear some noise and looked down at the table. However, thick blankets were hung around the edge of the table, and he couldn’t see anything under it. Curious, he was about to reach out and lift the blanket.

"Prime Minister Xiahou," Yun Yan hurriedly interrupted, "I hung a few wind chimes on the eaves. It's springtime now, and the wind naturally makes them ring! Surely you must have misheard, sir. There's no noise under the table." Xiahou Ji nodded, his expression still somewhat doubtful. Since Yun Yan had said so, he couldn't be impolite and lift the tablecloth again. He simply downed the wine in his cup and continued the previous topic: "Lord Yun, about the Blissful Sect..." While the Xiahou father and son and Yun Yan discussed confidential matters at the table, Liu Feixue and Qin Muyu didn't hear a word. At this moment, the two women were burning with desire, their lower bodies feeling intensely empty. Although the vibrations of the Burmese bells offered some solace, it was still insufficient. Hearing Xiahou Ji's suspicion about the commotion under the table, the two dared not utter a sound. They released each other's bodies and covered their mouths, but their lower bodies continued to rub against each other, their thighs already red from the friction.

If Lin Xinyan had overheard the important matter being discussed at the table, the conspiracy would have been exposed long ago.

But how could Yun Yan allow Lin Xinyan to listen? As for Liu Feixue and Qin Muyu, he was hardly worried. To him, these two women were like playthings in his palm, and he wasn't afraid they would leak these secrets.

Liu Feixue was so nervous that she barely dared to breathe, afraid that Xiahou Ji and his son would hear her moans and look under the table again. She lay on her back, her two long, white legs tightly pressed together, oblivious to the dampness on her inner thighs.

Qin Muyu suddenly climbed on top of her, and their eyes met. Both eyes were equally hazy, like a thin mist over distant mountains, concealing a burning desire that seemed about to burst forth. Her condition wasn't much better than Liu Feixue's; not only her pretty face, but her entire body was flushed, burning hot as she pressed against Liu Feixue's cold body.

Qin Muyu moved her lips, as if to say, "Let me help you..."

Liu Feixue nodded. Consumed by lust, she disregarded shame, and didn't care whether the other person was male or female—as long as they were alive, it didn't matter. Moreover, the other person was her sister-in-law, who shared a similar tragic past. They were in the same boat, and neither would mock the other, which made her feel much better. Without hesitation, she agreed.

Qin Muyu's hand reached between Liu Feixue's thighs. With almost no effort, her firm thighs parted on their own, as if welcoming Qin Muyu's entry. Qin Muyu didn't hold back; her fingers were already hooking into that thirsty little mouth.

"Ugh!" Even though Liu Feixue desperately covered her mouth, a soft groan still escaped from the depths of her throat. The groan was so faint that even she couldn't hear it, but she was still afraid of being discovered by the Xiahou father and son sitting not far away.

At this moment, the Xiahou father and son had also drunk several cups of wine from Yun Yan, and their speech had become slurred; they were no longer aware of the subtle movements. The father and son continued their conversation with Yun Yan about court affairs and the Blissful Sect, completely unaware of the anomaly under the table.

Qin Muyu's long, slender fingers were inserted into Liu Feixue's vagina, probing and digging incessantly, as if possessing a self-awareness; each thrust plucked at her heartstrings.

Liu Feixue pushed her shoulders back, pressing them against the ground, arching her back high, seemingly responding to him. Suddenly, she lowered her hands and mouthed to Qin Muyu, "Quick!" But fearing she might lose control of her mouth, before she could even finish lip-syncing, she pressed her palm to her lips.

Qin Muyu barely noticed her hint, yet her fingers dug even more violently. Not only was Liu Feixue anxious, but she was equally frantic. Qin Muyu was hoping Liu Feixue would finish the finger-stimulation, and she wanted Liu Feixue to do the same to her.

Liu Feixue felt the pleasure Qin Muyu's fingers brought her was enough to drive her mad, almost more intense and stimulating than a man's penis. Each dig of her fingertips sent waves of pleasure through her body, making her feel the thrill of losing control time and time again.

For some reason, Liu Feixue had recently become addicted to drugs and carnal pleasure, gradually developing a dependence on them, even becoming addicted to the feeling of losing control and collapsing. She desperately craved someone to ravage her, to rape her, regardless of gender.

Although the two women didn't speak, communicating only through gestures, the physical sensations between them were interconnected. Qin Muyu felt her sister-in-law trembling more and more intensely beneath her, and her hands involuntarily quickened their movements. In just a short while, her palms were already covered with a thick layer of lustful fluid.

Qin Muyu lowered her head, looking at Liu Feixue's fiery red lips, and suddenly couldn't resist giving her a light kiss. Unexpectedly, Liu Feixue did not refuse, and extended her tongue to meet hers.

"Mmm..." Desire erupted in Liu Feixue's body like a raging torrent. This light kiss was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire, making her unable to restrain herself any longer. Suddenly, she spread her arms and tightly gripped the two table legs. If her mouth hadn't been covered by Qin Muyu's lips, she probably would have cried out.

The table trembled along with Liu Feixue's body, causing the wine cups on the table to shake incessantly.

"Lord Yun, this..." Xiahou Ji suddenly became suspicious again, certain that the noise must be coming from under the table, and bent down to lift the tablecloth to see what was going on.

"Prime Minister!" Yun Yan hurriedly stopped him, forcing a smile. "It's all my fault! I've been keeping two female dogs in my residence lately, and these unruly dogs have probably crawled under the table to cause trouble. Once you leave, I'll certainly teach them a lesson!" "Lord Yun, you're in high spirits! Haha!" Xiahou Ji sat down again, saying, "It's getting late, so I won't disturb you any longer! I'll take my leave now, and we can discuss important matters another day!" "Respectfully seeing off the Prime Minister!" Yun Yan stood up and saw Xiahou Ji and his son out the door.

"Ah!" Only after hearing the footsteps of Xiahou Ji and his son fade into the distance did Liu Feixue dare to shout out loud, her body trembling even more violently under the table, as if she had never been so excited before.

"Sister-in-law, quick, quick, give me..." Qin Muyu, seeing that Liu Feixue had reached her climax, hurriedly urged her to comfort her.

Liu Feixue's face flushed even more, but remembering Qin Muyu's kindness earlier, she disregarded her shame and began to masturbate in return.

Just as Qin Muyu was sinking deeper into the mire of desire, the lights suddenly blazed on. It turned out that Yun Yan had overturned the table above their heads. He had already seen Prime Minister Xiahou off and had now returned.

"Haha! I was right, you bitches were actually masturbating each other under the table!" Yun Yan laughed, reaching out to grab them.

"No!" Liu Feixue and Qin Muyu cried out simultaneously, scrambling away on all fours.

"Do you think... you can escape my grasp?" Yun Yan grabbed at empty air, then withdrew his hand, holding it up to his eyes, scrutinizing the woman-like hands.

"Princess, Miss Qin, which of you will come to serve me tonight?" Yun Yan said, taking another step closer to the two pitiful women.

Just as the two women were panicking, a fighting sound suddenly came from behind the house. Yun Yan was stunned and muttered to himself, "Who is this reckless person who dares to break into the princess's residence at night?" He then went out and headed towards the back of the house.

"Sister-in-law, don't worry about me, go and see!" Qin Muyu said.

Liu Feixue nodded, quickly picked up her clothes, put them on, and followed Yun Yan out the door. After all, the identity of the person who entered the residence late at night was unknown, and it wouldn't be good if the two continued to indulge in lust and someone broke in and discovered them. Therefore, Qin Muyu

gritted her teeth and saw Liu Feixue off. Liu Feixue followed behind Yun Yan to the back garden. There, she saw that all the experts in the residence had come out, and torches were blazing everywhere. These experts were recruited by Yun Yan from various sects, and each one was a top-tier martial artist. Once surrounded by them, even the most skilled person would have no chance of escape.

Suddenly, Liu Feixue caught a glimpse of the person trapped in the middle out of the corner of her eye. Clad in flowing white robes, he resembled an ethereal immortal, the steel blade in his hand gleaming brighter than any torch in the others' hands. That…that wasn't Qin Muying? The Qin Muying she had longed for day and night!

Yinglang…have you come to save me from this misery?

But just as Liu Feixue recognized Qin Muying, she quickly realized that the ambush formation of the experts had already taken shape. These experts outnumbered her, and Qin Muying alone could not possibly stop them from forming the formation.

First-rate martial arts, coupled with a first-rate formation. Such a killing formation would likely cut even the strongest body into mincemeat. Liu Feixue had heard the late emperor speak of such a formation, almost unbreakable.

“Muying!” Liu Feixue suddenly screamed, her flushed face turning deathly pale. Qin

Muying had already realized that the enemy was about to form an ambush formation, and before the formation was fully formed, he pushed Lin Xinyan out of the formation with a single palm strike. By the time he withdrew his hand, he was surrounded by dozens of people. Dozens of people, dozens of weapons, dozens of martial arts techniques—all simultaneously slashing down at his head.

Qin Muying felt a chill run down his spine, the sinister approach of death. It seemed as if the King of Hell from the underworld had already crawled up from the layers of earth when the formation was completed, ready to reap lives.

Qin Muying shouted, slashing his sword horizontally overhead. Clang! Clang! Clang! Instantly

, seven or eight weapons struck his sword. But this was far from enough; from all directions, the remaining dozen or so weapons continued to slash at him relentlessly.

Suddenly, a white shadow! It emerged from Qin Muying's body, and in a flash, the white shadow transformed into three people. Each shadow held a sword.

One person and three shadows, four swords raised simultaneously, completely protecting Qin Muying from all sides. With a whooshing sound, the dozens of experts who had been unleashing a barrage of blades were now simultaneously blocked by Qin Muying.

"Where the heart points, the sword follows!" Suddenly, a delicate shout, like a silver bell in the wind, rang out, a refreshing stream flowing into the hearts of everyone in the murderous backyard. However, accompanying this refreshing stream was a chilling cold, far more biting than the cold Qin Muying had felt before, as if she had suddenly entered the dead of winter.

Suddenly, a barrage of illusory swords rained down like hail on the dozens of experts. Before they could even comprehend what was happening, a chill ran through them, and their limbs went numb. Looking down in astonishment, they saw numerous bloody holes suddenly appearing on their bodies. They swayed for a moment, then collapsed in disbelief.

"The Lin Family Heart Sword?!" Yun Yan's face paled instantly, even more so than Liu Feixue beside him.

Lin Xinyan, though her eyes were tightly closed, seemed to have already sensed Yun Yan's presence. She suddenly turned her head, her tightly closed eyes looking at him. The illusory swords that had just killed dozens of experts instantly turned their blades and pounced on him again.

"Not good!" Yun Yan shouted, suddenly unleashing a palm strike from thin air. His palm carried a gust of wind, its sharpness no less than that of the Heart Sword, actually dissipating the countless Heart Swords that filled the sky.

Lin Xinyan and Yun Yan both took two steps back. Yun Yan's expression worsened, while Lin Xinyan felt a surge of heat in her chest and coughed up blood.

Although her Heart Sword technique was still in its early stages, her internal energy was insufficient. Using it twice to kill enemies had pushed her body to its limits, causing her blood to rush to her head.

Yun Yan, seeing this, leaped into the air, a double-toothed sword appearing in his hand. With a flash of light, he aimed directly at Lin Xinyan's chest.

"Careful!" Qin Muying, who had intended to rush towards Liu Feixue, saw Lin Xinyan's life in danger and quickly turned to face Yun Yan instead.

Just as Yun Yan's sword was about to pierce Lin Xinyan's chest, he felt a chill beside him. Turning around, he saw a white figure, like a bolt of lightning, charging towards him with the force of a thousand troops breaking through enemy lines. The momentum was like a mountain crashing down. He quickly sheathed his sword, holding it to his chest.

Clang! The shadow blade touched his sword, forcing the powerful, battle-breaking sword technique to a halt.

Qin Muying's eyes sharpened, and the steel blade in his hand suddenly flipped halfway, its paper-thin blade piercing through Yun Yan's teeth.

Yun Yan hurriedly took a step back, twisting his wrist. *Snap*, the blade was caught.

"Shadow Blade Qin family, Heart Sword Lin family! I recognize you, you are Qin Muying," Yun Yan said calmly, his voice like a chant, even in the face of death. He turned to Lin Xinyan and asked, "What is your relationship to the Lin family?

" Lin Xinyan had veiled her face with a white veil before the battle, and Yun Yan hadn't recognized her.

"I'm the one who will take your dog's life!" Before Lin Xinyan could speak, Qin Muying suddenly shouted, and the white shadow that had just been concealed separated from his body again. The blade in the shadow's hand cascaded down like a waterfall.

A waterfall? A sword shadow? Yun Yan watched this unfold, smiled slightly, and suddenly flicked his sword-wielding right hand to the side, forcefully deflecting Qin Muying's blade from her palm. His left hand, already channeling internal energy, lashed out with a palm strike towards Qin Muying. This palm strike, carrying a force even more ferocious than before,

had finally proven its worth after witnessing the Qin family's Shadow Blade technique in Shuofang, where he had spent his days traversing the waterfall. He had found an opening amidst the denser array of blade shadows, even denser than the waterfall's water droplets.

"Ah! Hunyuan Jile Palm!" Qin Muying and Lin Xinyan cried out simultaneously. But before their cries could fade, a deafening boom resounded as Yun Yan's palm struck Qin Muying squarely in the chest.

Qin Muying's body tumbled backward like a kite with a broken string. Another deafening crash followed as she slammed into the artificial hill behind her, smashing it to pieces.

"Brother Ying!" Lin Xinyan, disregarding her battle with Yun Yan, rushed over to help Qin Muying up.

Liu Feixue, seeing Qin Muying struck by Yun Yan, felt a pang of pain in her heart and was about to rush forward when Lin Xinyan beat her to it, leaving her standing frozen in place.

Brother Ying? Liu Feixue couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy. Ying Lang, I didn't expect you to find a new love so quickly…

"Don't worry about me! Go first!" Qin Muying pushed Lin Xinyan away, saying, "I have my own way to escape!" "Today, none of you will leave!" Yun Yan's sword flashed, closely following behind Lin Xinyan, and thrust forward with his sword.

"Thousand Army Breaking Formation!" Before Qin Muying could even stand up, ignoring the excruciating pain in his chest, he roared, and a shadow blade, as sharp as a bolt of lightning, burst forth from his body, blocking Yun Yan's path.

This was almost a suicidal attack. Qin Muying exerted all his strength in this desperate strike, not seeking to save his own life, but only to protect Lin Xinyan.

Yun Yan turned around to find a massive army charging towards him. He hastily swung his sword to counterattack. The sword light was like crystal, the sword's momentum like flowing water, flowing from top to bottom, everything appearing so natural.

Like water, the highest good is inherently good;

a superb swordsmanship is naturally like water, penetrating everywhere. However, even the best swordsmanship is useless if it doesn't strike a target. Yun Yan was confident his swordsmanship could kill Qin Muying, but his strike only hit an afterimage.

It turned out that Qin Muying's move was merely a facade, a cover to protect Lin Xinyan.

Enraged, Yun Yan vanished with his shadow blade. When he looked back at Qin Muying, the Qin Muying who had been lying like a dead man among the rubble of the artificial hill was nowhere to be found. He turned back to search for Lin Xinyan, but there was no trace of her either.

"Search! Dig up the entire princess's residence, find those two!" Yun Yan roared.

The guards had never seen Lord Yun so enraged before, and they hurriedly scattered to search.

The Heart Sword… the Shadow Blade… if sword and blade joined forces, it would truly give him a headache. Fortunately, Lin Xinyan's internal energy was insufficient just now; if she were to wield the Heart Sword again, victory wouldn't be so easy for him.

Lin Xinyan escaped from Yun Yan's grasp and fled towards a secluded spot without daring to look back. Only in a secluded place could she change her identity. She had no intention of leaving the Princess's residence. She hadn't yet gathered any information about the residence; how could she leave so easily? Even if it meant facing mountains of knives and seas of fire, she would still venture in.

Moreover, Qin Muying's fate was unknown!

It was truly unexpected that Yun Yan's martial arts were so high, greatly surprising Lin Xinyan.

"She's there! Don't let her escape!" Yun Yan didn't chase after her; instead, the guards and experts of the Princess's residence caught up. Not only were there people chasing behind her, but there were also people blocking her path.

Lin Xinyan brandished her sword, fighting and retreating simultaneously. Although her internal energy was no longer sufficient to injure anyone, it was more than enough to protect herself. Unfortunately, the princess's residence seemed to harbor hundreds, even thousands, of skilled warriors, and their numbers were escalating, threatening to surround her again.

Without her Heart Sword, how could she break through this ambush?

Lin Xinyan gritted her teeth and leaped through a gap in the guards' ranks. Light as a feather, she touched the ground and landed on the wall. Only by getting out of the residence first could she divert the enemy's attention!

Lin Xinyan scaled the wall and landed in an alley behind the princess's residence. The alley was narrow, only wide enough for one person to pass through.

Looking up, she saw that torches at both ends had illuminated the night sky as bright as day. The fighting within the princess's residence must have alerted the city's guards.

"Oh no!" Lin Xinyan inwardly groaned. "It seems a bloody battle is inevitable tonight!" Just then, she felt someone pull her arm, and she was involuntarily dragged to the eaves of a roadside house.

"Are you out of your mind? How dare you fight Yun Yan?" The person who pulled her was the mysterious woman she had seen conspiring with Yun Yan at the princess's residence. She was still dressed in black, her face veiled with a blue gauze, revealing a pair of eyes as bright as autumn water, brighter than the stars in the night sky.

"You?!" Lin Xinyan couldn't figure out the identity of this mysterious woman. She only knew Yun Yan called her Miss Lie, so she must be related to the Lie family of the Blissful Sect. But the Lie family and the Lin family were sworn enemies for generations, so why would they save her at this time?

"Who exactly are you?" Lin Xinyan didn't trust her, shoving her arm away and glaring at her menacingly.

"I'm not here to fight you, I'm here to save you!" Miss Lie said.

"Pah! You weasel offering you a New Year's greeting, you have ulterior motives! Who needs your help? I can fight my way out of here all by myself!" Lin Xinyan said.

"Quick, they're over there!" The guards had already moved from both sides of the alley, flanking Lin Xinyan and Miss Lie.

Lin Xinyan gripped her sword tighter, preparing for a fight to the death. Unexpectedly, Miss Lie said, "Stand behind me! Your Heart Sword technique is exhausted; you cannot force your inner strength!" Lin Xinyan glanced at her with suspicion, but had no choice but to stand behind Miss Lie.

Suddenly, Miss Lie struck out with a palm against the guards who were charging at her like tigers and wolves. The palm wind was like a blade, its energy soaring high. Even several steps away, the guards were all knocked to the ground by the palm wind.

Her palm technique was exactly the same as Yun Yan's, and even had several levels of inner strength higher than Yun Yan's, seemingly reaching the point of killing without leaving a trace.

Miss Lie turned around and struck out with another palm against the guards on the other side. The enemy soldiers on both sides collapsed like the receding tide on a dam, all of them seriously injured, crying out in pain.

Hunyuan Jile Palm!

"You, how can you use such a demonic skill?" Lin Xinyan waited until Miss Lie had repelled the enemy soldiers and then turned to face her, demanding an explanation.

“I am a member of the Blissful Sect, why can’t I?” said Miss Lie. Although her face was veiled, a slight smile could be seen in her eyes, a smile without hostility. As

soon as she finished speaking, Lin Xinyan suddenly felt a blur before her eyes, and Miss Lie had already leaped onto the roof, her figure flashing in the moonlight before disappearing.

[The End]

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