Divine Skill Shows Mercy

At the summit of Dragon Cliff in the Azure Dragon Mountains,

the scorching sun cast its fiery rays, while frequent mountain breezes brought refreshing coolness. The contrasting sensations of heat and cold mirrored his complex and fluctuating emotions.

Over a decade of sun and rain had left the clifftop a chaotic mess; the remnants of the "Azure Dragon Battle" were long gone. A solitary stone tablet stood, bearing faded inscriptions: "The Martial Alliance annihilated the Demonic Sect here." Its weathered form bore only the testament to the passage of time.

Situ Qi glanced at the swirling clouds below and sighed, "Alas! Power, fame, good and evil, gratitude and resentment—a decade or so has passed in a flash, like fleeting clouds, a dream, a bubble. In the end, it all vanishes, leaving only a handful of dust." He

stood silently atop the cliff.

...

"Brother Wang, why have you become so dejected? Where is your former spirit?" A voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

Situ Qi was terrified. The newcomer had intruded so close to him without his noticing; if they meant him harm, he would have been dead long ago. Lightness skill was his forte, and the newcomer's ability to remain so silent indicated their skill was superior, and their power exceptionally high, concealing their presence so well. What shocked him most was that the newcomer addressed him as "Brother Wang"—something he hadn't heard in over a decade.

Situ Qi abruptly turned around. Before him stood a familiar figure, a familiar figure as tall and straight as a mountain, a familiar face still handsome, and those familiar eyes even more deep and unfathomable than before. Overjoyed and excited, Situ Qi was about to kneel in reverence, but then a chill ran down his spine, and he asked warily, "Who are you?"

The man seemed very pleased with Situ Qi's actions, and said with a smile, "Brother Wang, it's been over ten years since we last met. Your caution and prudence remain unchanged. Very good, very good. No wonder your disguise skills are so masterful; even that brat Situ Ming was fooled for so many years. You truly deserve the title of 'Illusion God' of our Demonic Sect. Second Protector Wang, how have you been these past years?"

Situ Qi was greatly alarmed. The newcomer knew him so well; it seemed he had ill intentions. Although the newcomer looked very much like 'him,' he still didn't believe it. 'He' had clearly been dead for over ten years, and now even his remains probably couldn't be found. However, the newcomer's disguise was incredibly skillful; even he, an experienced hand, couldn't see the slightest flaw. Situ Qi mustered all his strength and coldly asked, "Who exactly are you?"

"Actually, you've already recognized me, why not believe me!" The newcomer sighed, muttering to himself, "The real me should have died long ago!"

Situ Qi glanced at the surrounding terrain, knowing he would flee immediately if the opportunity arose, as he knew the newcomer's martial arts were superior to his own.

The newcomer looked at his tense appearance and smiled, "Now I know why you were able to escape that great battle back then. Assessing the situation, very good, very good!" He sighed again, saying somberly, "I wonder how many of my Demonic Sect disciples escaped?"

Situ Qi was filled with suspicion. Every move the newcomer made was exactly the same as 'him,' not only in appearance but also in spirit. Such disguise made him feel inferior.

"If you don't believe me, you should believe it!" The newcomer pulled out a black knife from behind him and threw it into the ground.

"A demonic knife!?" Situ Qi was shocked. The knife had an ancient design and exuded a powerful, murderous demonic aura, making him feel an urge to submit. He certainly had no doubt that the sword was genuine, the symbol of the Demon Lords of the Demonic Sect throughout history—the Demon Blade.

Situ Qi quickly calmed down from his astonishment, straightening his back and exuding the aura of a master, making him appear several years younger, his long beard looking out of place. His sharp gaze fixed on the person before him, he coldly said, "No matter who you are, this is our Demonic Sect's property, and you must hand it over no matter what!"

"Good! This is the 'Illusion God' of the past!" the newcomer exclaimed, but then lowered his head in thought.

A moment later, he raised his head and laughed heartily, "Haha! I know why you've always doubted me. My appearance hasn't changed at all in over ten years, no wonder you're suspicious. Since that's the case, I'll show you my current appearance!"

Situ Qi quietly watched as the man's facial muscles slowly twitched, and his whole body emitted a series of cracking sounds. He was terrified. The young man in front of him instantly transformed into the boy he had just seen. Upon seeing him clearly, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "It's you!"

"Uncle Qi is indeed extraordinary. My small oversight didn't fool you!" the boy in front of him said with a smile. This boy was none other than Situ Xing.

"Second Young Master, how could it be you? Are you really Situ Xing?! Or..." Situ Qi's astonishment was beyond words. The power he had been holding back unconsciously dissipated.

"Actually, I can say I'm Situ Xing, or I can say I'm not; and I can also say I'm 'Demon Lord' Luo Tianfan, or I can say I'm not..." Situ Xing lowered his head, thinking about how to explain things to Situ Qi. He certainly didn't doubt Situ Qi's loyalty to the Demonic Sect; he had just learned his true thoughts through divine sense. He also knew that during his years of infiltrating the Situ family, Situ Qi had secretly trained a group of loyal subordinates, preparing to make a comeback and rebuild the Demonic Sect when the opportunity arose.

...

When Situ Qi learned the true identity of the young man before him, even with his maturity, he couldn't help but gape in astonishment, speechless, feeling that nothing in the world could be more bizarre.

Seeing Situ Qi's surprised expression, Situ Xing smiled slightly and continued, "If you still doubt my identity, then I can ask you: Sect Master, I truly dare not accept the title of 'brother,' especially since you know I'm a few years older than you. Why then would I be called 'brother'?" Situ Xing paused, then gave his answer, "Because I know Brother Wang's real name is 'Wang Qi,' and I don't want to be your younger brother. The name 'Wang Ba' (a derogatory term for a scoundrel) doesn't sound good! So, I can only ask Brother Wang to accept this, haha!"

Upon hearing this, Situ Qi's face was filled with excitement. Without further doubt, he immediately knelt down and said in a trembling voice, "Your subordinate, 'Illusion God' Wang Qi, greets Sect Master!"

Situ Qi's original name was Wang Qi, a fact known only to a few within the Demonic Sect. Moreover, what Situ Xing had just said was precisely the conversation he had with Sect Master Luo Tianfan when he was still a junior disciple of the Demonic Sect, a conversation that had sown the seeds of a deep friendship between them.

Situ Xing hurriedly helped Wang Qi up, saying, "There's no need for such formalities between brothers. It's fate that we've met again! Of the two great envoys and four great protectors of our Demonic Sect, probably only you and I remain! Alas! It's all my fault. If I had listened to the 'Book Immortal' envoy, things wouldn't have turned out this way..."

"Alas!" Wang Qi felt a pang of sorrow thinking of his former brothers. At the Demonic Sect's peak, the two great envoys, 'Book Immortal' and 'Soldier Demon,' and the four great protectors, 'Blood Demon,' 'Illusion God,' 'Fierce Ghost,' and 'Ink Spirit,' were all men of great loyalty and martial prowess, yet their whereabouts were now unknown.

Wang Qi continued, "Sect Master, I shouldn't overthink it. I've already trained a group of people, and I intend to..."

Situ Xing interrupted him, saying, "I already know your thoughts, but I have a plan in mind."

...

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Qi had already left.

Situ Xing stood alone on Dragon Cliff, letting the sun and wind rage, his divine sense expanding without limit, as if he had everything under control. The majestic Azure Dragon Mountain Range lay beneath his feet, seemingly a steed carrying him soaring between heaven and earth.

"Xuan Yu, impressive skill!" Situ Xing picked up the demonic blade, feeling the triumph emanating from it, and smiled slightly. A dazzling blue light flashed across the blade, then vanished instantly, as if it had never existed.

Situ Xing waved his hand and flew away.

A gust of wind blew by, and the stone tablet on Dragon Cliff turned to ashes and drifted away with the wind, leaving not a trace.

Inside the room, the light flickered, and outside, summer insects chirped softly.

Situ Xing held the "Blazing Sun Finger" manual in his hand, flipping through it page by page. In no time, he had read it from beginning to end, then closed the manual and tossed it onto the wooden table, a contemptuous and smug smile playing on his lips.

Although the "Blazing Sun Finger" was a unique martial art of the Situ family, it was nothing special in Situ Xing's eyes now. In fact, the "Blazing Sun Finger" only described how to circulate true qi from the dantian to the Tanzhong point, then to the acupoints of the shoulders and arms, and then began to divide it into specific meridian routes for each arm, culminating in a point shooting out from the fingertips. There were routes from Qinglengyuan to Tianjing in the elbow crease, then through Sidu, Shanyangluo, Huizong, Waiguan, Yangchi, Zhongzhu, and Yemen, to Guanchong acupoint on the ring finger; or from Jiquan acupoint under the armpit three inches above Qingling acupoint, to Shaohai acupoint inside the elbow, through Lingdao, Tongli, Shenmen, and Shaofu acupoints, to Shaochong acupoint on the little finger… and so on. Basically, each of the ten fingers had a specific meridian pathway, described in great detail. However, without cultivating the Situ family's internal energy cultivation method, "True Strength of the Sunfire," connecting so many acupoints in the arms wouldn't be so easy. Forcing it would only lead to qi deviation, destroying the arm's meridians and causing paralysis.

'No wonder Situ Ming trusted Brother Wang to bring this manual.' Situ Xing sneered inwardly. He blew out the oil lamp, then casually tapped out with his right index finger; with a "whoosh!" a small hole appeared in the window sill five meters away, and a sliver of moonlight playfully pierced through it into the room.

Situ Xing nodded; this manual was no longer of any use to him. With his meridians modified by 'Xuan Yu,' he didn't need to memorize such complex pathways. He could generate finger strength from all ten fingers simultaneously with just his will. This was unprecedented in the history of the Situ family; even the most powerful ancestor had only mastered eight fingers, and now, according to his memory, Situ Ming should have mastered four. Of course, if it weren't for his abundant Yang energy, relying solely on the small amount of Sunfire True Energy he cultivated in his youth and the meager Immortal Seven-Colored True Qi, he certainly wouldn't have achieved the same effect.

Lying on the bed, Situ Xing suddenly felt a little lonely. Recalling the alluring passion his master's wife, Ye Yun, had displayed on this very bed, an irrepressible surge of excitement welled up within him.

"Knock knock!" A soft knock sounded at that moment.

"Could it be such a coincidence?" Situ Xing muttered to himself, then replied, "Who is it?!"

"It's me." A soft, gentle female voice replied. The person outside clearly didn't want to speak too loudly and attract attention.

Situ Xing pondered for a moment and said, "It's late, and we men and women should keep to ourselves. If there's something..." He had already recognized the woman's voice outside.

Silence fell outside. "Senior brother, open the door quickly! I know you're still awake!" He could sense the woman's insistence, tinged with a touch of petulant anger, but her voice remained low.

Situ Xing's lips twitched slightly, then he lit the oil lamp and reluctantly opened the door.

The woman outside the door was dressed casually, her long black hair loosely draped over her back and hips, her head slightly lowered, exuding a languid and serene air. Situ Xing stared in astonishment; it was

none other than his junior sister, Wu Wu Hong. "What brings you here so late, Senior Sister?" Situ Xing asked, leaning against the wooden door.

Wu Wu Hong looked up, gave him a resentful glance, and without answering, squeezed past him and sat down at the wooden table.

Situ Xing, helpless, closed the door and sat down beside her. Seeing her sitting there blankly, eyes vacant and silent, he continued, "What brings you here, Senior Sister?"

"..." Wu Wu Hong didn't answer.

"Senior Sister, what is it?... Senior Sister, Senior Sister?..." Situ Xing noticed Wu Wu Hong's face growing increasingly pale.

"No! Don't call me Senior Sister anymore!" Wu Wu Hong suddenly raised her head and screamed.

Situ Xing was startled, then feigned confusion and said, "Eh, isn't that what you wanted me to call you, Master...?"

Wu Wuhong's expression shifted, finally turning into a pleading, resentful look as she pleaded, "Senior Brother, please, please call me Junior Sister again, okay?" As she spoke, a tear slid down her cheek, followed by more tears rolling down her cheeks as she looked at Situ Xing with teary eyes.

Situ Xing hadn't expected Wu Wuhong's reaction and quickly said, "Yes, yes. Whatever Junior Sister says, I'll call you." He then added, "Please, Junior Sister, don't cry anymore. You just yelled. If Master and Mistress saw you like this in my room, they'd think I was bullying you, and I wouldn't be able to explain myself even if I had ten mouths." Inwardly, he mocked himself, 'I never thought I'd end up trying to coax a little girl and make her cry.' "Pfft!" Despite her resentment, Wu Wuhong, with her childlike heart, couldn't help but laugh at Situ Xing's helpless state. Then she said in a sweet voice, "You're the one who bullied me! How could you treat me like that?"

Situ Xing asked in confusion, "How did I treat you? I did whatever you said, wasn't I good to you?"

Wu Wuhong calmed down, looking at Situ Xing with tender eyes. After a long while, she said, "Yes!

Senior brother is the best to me. It's my fault, it's my fault, I often bully senior brother." Her eyes became more and more hazy, as if she was lost in a beautiful dream. She murmured, "I've been alone since I was little, without any playmates or friends, until I was eight years old. My father wanted to take in a disciple, a little brother a year older than me. I was very happy because finally someone would play with me. Senior brother was really good to me. He took me to pick mushrooms and flowers, and taught me how to set traps to catch small animals, shoot birds with a small bow, catch fish and shrimp with a net, and told me so many stories." A beautiful story…

That day, I wanted stars. My senior brother caught many fireflies. When they twinkled and danced around me, I was so happy and joyful. I didn't tell him that I secretly caught a star and kept it with me. It's my 'Star Brother.' I only need him; I won't want any more. But the next day, the fireflies died; they left me. Will my senior brother leave me too? I'm so scared! If I were older than him, if I were his senior sister, he would have to listen to me, and I could command him to never leave me.

My senior brother's martial arts aren't very good, but in my heart, he's still the smartest person in the world. I must master martial arts; I want to become his senior sister, I want to protect him from being bullied, urge him to practice martial arts, and keep him by my side forever…”

Situ Xing listened, a bitter smile playing on her lips. 'A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea,' and a little girl's heart is even more unfathomable; their thinking seems so different. However, she was also moved by her feelings for Situ Xing. Her initial dislike for her vanished instantly, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was right or wrong to treat this girl this way.

Wu Wuhong continued to reminisce: "I compared my senior brother to those young masters in the martial arts world only so that he could practice diligently. I didn't mean to hurt him, it's true! I only just found out that my senior brother is ill and can't practice his internal energy properly. I only found out now, otherwise I wouldn't have treated him that way. I will definitely take care of him and make sure he doesn't suffer any harm.

That day, my senior brother was bitten by a strange snake while saving me. I really didn't want to leave him. But, but I'm terrified of snakes, and even more terrified of my senior brother's condition. If I didn't quickly find my father to treat him, I was really afraid that my senior brother would leave me... When we arrived there, my senior brother was already gone. I was so scared! It felt like the whole world had collapsed. My mind went completely blank, there was nothing there. I don't know how I got through those days. I only had one thought in my mind: My senior brother is alright, he must be alright! I have to find him quickly! I have to tell him that I want to be his junior sister, I want to be his bride, I want to follow him for life, I want to always listen to him, and I will never be willful again.

I prayed to God that if my senior brother could reappear before me, I would do anything for him, it's true!"

"

As Wu Wuhong spoke, fear and sadness filled her eyes, clearly recalling her helplessness and confusion at the time, and tears streamed down her face again. She shook her head, sniffled, and continued, "I'm so happy, so happy that my senior brother is alright! But he's different now. He's changed so much. He treats me like a stranger, he'll never love me again. I know he's angry with me, he blames me for abandoning him, but I'm really not like that, I really am not!"

Wu Wuhong looked at Situ Xing with a mournful expression, pleading, "Senior brother, please forgive me, okay? I'll listen to you from now on! Please don't treat me like that, I'm so scared, so scared! I...I...Waaah!" Wu Wuhong finally burst into tears, throwing herself into Situ Xing's arms, hugging his waist tightly, unwilling to let go.

Situ Xing gently patted Wu Wuhong's shoulder, unsure what to say. Wu Wuhong was still a young girl, and he had frequently used scheming against her. At first, it could be said to be a small act of revenge for Situ Xing, but now it was completely unreasonable. For the first time, he regretted possessing Situ Xing's body. He didn't know if his heart was too soft or too sentimental; he felt this way towards Yu Ruolan, and now towards Wu Wuhong, and even began to feel guilty towards Ye Yun. No! No! He still needed revenge. But should revenge be done by treating these women like this? He

was confused. It seemed he hadn't fully adapted to the identity of Situ Xing; his mentality was still so old, and there were still too many constraints in his heart. 'Do as you please,' when had he forgotten his master's words?

A surge of demonic energy rose within him, and he made a decision: no matter what, these beautiful women he loved and who loved him, he would keep them by his side and cherish them well. If he was a devoted lover in his past life, then in this life, let him be a passionate lover! A real man shouldn't be so fixated on unrequited love. Experiencing the diverse beauty and charm of women is a joyful thing in itself. To dwell on past hatred is to betray oneself in this life! With

his heart unlocked, Situ Xing felt a sense of relief. Perhaps their tenderness could soothe the deepest wound in his heart.

Situ Xing gently comforted her, "Alright, alright! Junior sister, don't cry! It was my fault. I shouldn't have been so petty. I promise I'll treat you well from now on and listen to you."

"Really?" Wu Wuhong looked up, her tear-streaked eyes gleaming with joy and tenderness. Seeing Situ Xing nod affirmatively, she said shyly, "It should be Hong'er who listens to Brother Xing!"

"Yes, yes," Situ Xing continued, "Hong'er listens to her Brother Xing. Brother Xing wants Hong'er to protect this weak martial arts boy for life! Never to leave."

"You're lying!" Wu Wu Hong pouted coquettishly, "Senior Brother's martial arts are definitely much higher than Hong'er's now."

Seeing Situ Xing's questioning face, she said smugly, "You still want to hide it from me? Today I followed you out, but I couldn't catch up no matter what; I also felt the true energy in Senior Brother's body just now." Situ

Xing looked at his junior sister's smug and charming appearance in his arms, her pretty face still bearing tear stains under the lamplight, revealing a happy smile, and couldn't help but kiss her upturned soft lips.

Wu Wu Hong's whole body suddenly stiffened, her eyes widened, and a wave of blissful dizziness rushed to her head. When she came back to her senses, her little mouth had already been breached by her senior brother, and his big tongue was sweeping wildly in her mouth. Unable to resist, she tightly embraced her senior brother's neck, her small, delicate tongue clumsily trying to respond, losing herself in his seductive advances…

"This feeling is so beautiful!" These were Wu Wuhong's last thoughts, followed by a torrent of stormy winds that crashed down upon her.

The leaves turned green and yellow, the grass withered and flourished, and another year passed in the blink of an eye.

[The End]

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