Chapter 87 of the Ten Scenes Satin

Fearing that Long Yuqing and his men would catch up again, Zhao Wanyan supported Xiang Yang and tried to walk along the side paths. After walking for more than a mile, she looked up and saw that the sun was already setting, yet they were still not out of the pine forest. Zhao Wanyan thought to herself, "It seems we'll have to find a house to stay at tonight. Brother Xiang is injured; he needs a place to rest properly." She walked on, looking around, but saw only sparse trees and dense grass, without a single house in sight. Suddenly, she heard the little white tiger growl softly and turn to the right, as if it had sensed something. Zhao Wanyan asked, "Baby, what's wrong?" The little white tiger suddenly stopped, its eyes fixed ahead, its ears twitching. Looking into the distance, Zhao Wanyan saw a group of people riding towards her and was startled. Her heart pounded with anxiety: "Oh no! Could it be the Imperial Mausoleum Sect? Or did Father send someone to find me? Even if it's Father's people, once they find Brother Xiang, they'll surely tell Long Yuqing. What... what should we do?" As she hesitated, the group of riders drew closer. Zhao Wanyan quickly helped Xiang Yang turn back, looking around frantically, hoping to find a place to hide for a while. Suddenly, the clatter of hooves sounded, and a fast horse galloped towards them. It was too late to avoid it. Upon seeing the newcomer, Zhao Wanyan noticed his attire didn't resemble that of the guards of the Prince's Palace, and she grew anxious, thinking to herself, "Heaven help Brother Xiang, please don't let him be from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect." The man reined in his horse and stopped about ten feet in front of Zhao Wanyan. He looked at her and said, "Miss, it's getting dark. Where are you going? What's wrong with this man?" Zhao Wanyan whispered, "He... he's injured. I was just about to take him back to the capital to find a doctor." She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, "Thank goodness, it seems he's not from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect." A group of people had already arrived behind them. A burly man in the middle looked at Zhao Wanyan, waved his right hand, and said, "Stop." At the command, everyone reined in their horses. The man who had been there earlier laughed, "If you're going to the capital, you've gone the wrong way. We're heading to the capital, young lady. How about we take you and this young man with us?" He dismounted and stepped forward. Zhao Wanyan quickly said, "No, no need to trouble yourself, we can walk by ourselves..." But the man walked straight forward, grabbed Zhao Wanyan's wrist, and laughed, "Why be shy? We're not going to eat you." Zhao Wanyan noticed his strange expression and the eerie smiles of the others behind him, and realized something was wrong. She hurriedly tried to pull her hand away, but couldn't break free from his grasp. The man was focused on pulling Zhao Wanyan closer when, unexpectedly, the little white tiger pounced and bit his arm. The man was startled and quickly withdrew his hand. He looked closely and suddenly exclaimed, "Third Brother, this... this is that brat Xiang Yang!" Upon hearing this, the people on horseback started to clamor. The man looked surprised and shouted, "Grab the girl first!" The man replied, "Okay!" He stretched out his arm and grabbed Zhao Wanyan as well. The man leaped forward and seized Xiang Yang. Seeing that he offered no resistance, he said, "Fourth brother, this boy is unconscious. It seems he's truly injured." This group was composed of the two princes, Pulao and Bi'an, and their subordinates from the Dragon Palace Sect. Having failed in their attack on Jin Guo Zhuang, Ao Sihai felt humiliated and refused to return empty-handed. After capturing Ren Jianqing, Long Yuqing, upon hearing the report of the disastrous defeat at Jin Guo Zhuang, and unsure of the strength of Xiang Yang, Wen Yuan, and others, also wished to use the Dragon Palace Sect and the Divine Camel Gang for defense. He selected ten beauties in the capital and presented them to Ao Sihai, keeping him there to inspect Changling at any time. The Yazi and Suanni princes were quite dissatisfied that their sect leader was willing to be controlled by Long Yuqing. Their objections to Ao Sihai were useless, so they had no choice but to comply. Today, the Dragon Palace's forces are all stationed at Changling. Pulao and Bi'an, having led their troops back to the capital on business, unexpectedly encountered Xiang Yang and Zhao Wanyan here. During the battle at Jin Guo Zhuang that day, both were severely injured by Xiang Yang's palm strikes. Thinking of him, they were both furious and fearful. To think that this enemy had unexpectedly fallen into their hands filled them with joy. Prince Pulao raised his palm and shouted, "Boy, today I'll make you die under my palm!" Zhao Wanyan, seeing this, hurriedly cried out, "No, please don't!" Prince Bi'an also said, "Third brother, hold on!" Prince Pulao glared and roared, "Why? Fourth brother, don't you want to kill this brat?" His voice was loud and clear, so loud that Zhao Wanyan's ears rang. Prince Bi'an said, "How could I not want to tear this brat to pieces? But capturing him alive would be of great benefit to us. I remember that the Dragon Master of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect once said that Wen Yuan, Xiang Yang, and Hua Xuan are descendants of his junior brother Hua Xuanqing. If we hand this brat over to the Dragon Master, he will be overjoyed, and it will be of great benefit to our sect." Prince Pulao hesitated for a moment and said, "According to you, what should we do now?" Prince Bi'an laughed and said, "This is extremely simple. We'll send a few disciples to escort this brat back to the capital, and while they're at it, they'll pass on a message to us about those wretched women in the Changling Underground Palace. My brother and I couldn't kill this brat to vent our anger, so now we can only rely on his lover." As he spoke, he pulled Zhao Wanyan into his arms and chuckled. Zhao Wanyan was both shocked and frightened, thinking, "They're going to take Brother Xiang to the capital again, how can that be?" Prince Pulao looked Zhao Wanyan up and down and laughed, "Excellent! But this little girl has delicate skin, I'm afraid we won't be able to play with her many times." As he spoke, he pressed several acupoints on Xiang Yang to prevent him from waking up, and turned to order his disciples to take Xiang Yang away. Zhao Wanyan was extremely anxious, knowing that once Xiang Yang arrived in the capital, he would fall into Long Yuqing's hands. Disregarding her own safety, she cried out, "Baby, hurry and save Brother Xiang!" The little white tiger looked at Xiang Yang, then at Zhao Wanyan, whimpering, seemingly unable to decide. Zhao Wanyan cried out urgently, "Don't worry about me, go save Brother Xiang, hurry!" Seeing that the Dragon Palace disciples had already taken Xiang Yang towards the capital, the little white tiger was still worried about its master and pounced on Prince Pulao. Prince Bi'an, preoccupied with holding Zhao Wanyan, was caught off guard and nearly struck by the white tiger cub's claws. Prince Pulao took a bronze bell from his horse and smashed it at the white tiger cub. The cub, unable to withstand the blow, swiftly dodged. Although the little white tiger was agile, its strength was limited, making it difficult to handle two people at the same time. The Dragon Palace disciples were moving further and further away, and Zhao Wanyan grew increasingly anxious, repeatedly calling out, "Go! Go! You...you won't listen to me? Go!" The little white tiger whimpered softly, turning its head to look around, seemingly hesitant. Suddenly, several screams rang out, and one by one, the Dragon Palace disciples fell from their horses in the distance, their horses neighing and bolting in terror, as if they had encountered something terrifying. Zhao Wanyan was filled with doubt and uncertainty. Looking into the distance, she vaguely saw a figure approaching, wielding a sword, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. Prince Bi'an shouted, "Third Brother, an enemy is coming!" Prince Pulao spat and cursed, "What is this thing, daring to interfere!" "He picked up the bronze bell and strode forward. The man swung his sword wildly, then suddenly stopped, grabbed Xiang Yang from his horse, threw him to the ground, and looked around. All the Dragon Palace disciples were already dead on the ground, with no one stopping them. The two sides were too far apart for Zhao Wanyan to see the man's face clearly, and she didn't know whether he was friend or foe. Seeing him kill more than ten Dragon Palace disciples in an instant, and his actions when he noticed Xiang Yang were not very polite, she couldn't help but feel uneasy, thinking, "Who is he? How... how could he kill so many people in one go without any reason? He... could he have killed Brother Xiang?" Prince Pulao took a few steps forward and shouted, "Where did this brat come from, daring to kill someone from my Dragon Palace Sect?" The man looked up, then stood up, holding Xiang Yang in his left hand, and slowly approached, his cold laughter clearly audible. The man said, "Carrying a broken bronze bell, all you do is shout and yell, and you're from the Dragon Palace Sect, so you must be Pulao?" "Heh heh heh, you dare speak to me like that? You're courting death." As the man approached, Zhao Wanyan could see him clearly. He was handsome, but his brows betrayed a sinister and malevolent nature. His hair was somewhat disheveled, and his cold laugh was filled with madness. He seemed to harbor immense hatred for what was before him. The blade of his longsword was crimson, a terrifying sight in the setting sun. Zhao Wanyan felt a chill run down her spine, thinking to herself, "He…""He doesn't seem like a good person either." Seeing his appearance, Prince Bi'an felt a chill run down his spine. He released Zhao Wanyan, assumed the stance of the Blue Wave Divine Palm, and shouted, "I am Bi'an, the Fourth Prince of the Dragon Palace. Who are you? We are all from the same martial arts lineage, why..." Before he could finish speaking, the man suddenly abandoned Xiang Yang, his body like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Prince Bi'an. His left hand swiftly grabbed Prince Bi'an's throat, and a sinister force was injected into his "Lianquan" acupoint, instantly rendering Prince Bi'an unable to move or breathe. Prince Bi'an was terrified and wanted to retaliate, but the opponent's internal strength far surpassed his own. His own internal energy was completely suppressed, his arms trembled, and he couldn't deliver a single move. The man's eyes widened, and he coldly said, "I'm in a terrible mood, and I'm already feeling like I haven't killed enough people lately. I'm afraid the King of Hell will drag me to the seventeenth level of hell. You bastard, you're so ungrateful, you don't even know my name?" He turned his head and shouted at Prince Pulao, "Pulao, who am I? Don't you recognize me?" Prince Pulao ignored him, raised his bronze bell, and shouted, "Release my fourth brother!" The bronze bell swept horizontally, striking the man's head. The man was furious, and with a flick of his right arm, his longsword flew out of his hand, shooting straight at Prince Pulao's abdomen like a meteor. The longsword came with astonishing speed, and Prince Pulao couldn't dodge it. He screamed and fell to the ground, pinned to the ground by the longsword in one move. The bronze bell, before it could hit the man's head, was dragged back by the momentum of Prince Pulao's fall and landed on the ground with a "clang." Seeing the man's immediate and deadly attack, Prince Bi'an trembled with fear. Suddenly remembering someone, he managed to utter a few words: "You...you...you are..." The man glanced at Prince Bi'an, slightly loosening his left hand, and asked, "What am I?" Prince Bi'an stammered, "You...you could be the Great Murong?" Before the words were even out of his mouth, the man burst into laughter, then his gaze turned cold, and he shouted, "Damn it, you idiot!" Prince Bi'an was startled, thinking, "Couldn't I be?" He heard the man yell, "You said 'couldn't be the Great Murong'? Heh heh heh, you're truly stupid! What do you mean 'couldn't be'? I am the Great Murong!" He released his left hand and kicked Prince Bi'an more than ten feet away. Prince Bi'an vomited a large amount of blood and struggled on the ground, unable to get up. Murong Xiu burst into laughter, but there was a chilling undertone to his voice. Zhao Wanyan was terrified. She didn't know who Murong Xiu was, only that he was ruthless. Overwhelmed with fear, she ran towards Xiang Yang. Suddenly, a flash of green appeared before her eyes, and Murong Xiu blocked her way, saying in a deep voice, "Little girl, you don't look like you're from the Dragon Palace. Who are you? Speak! Murong Xiu is ruthless towards women. If you dare to play tricks, I'll make you wish you were dead!" As he spoke, his eyes blazed with ferocity. The little white tiger ran to Zhao Wanyan, arched its back, and growled at Murong Xiu. Zhao Wanyan panicked and whispered, "I...I am..." She didn't know who Murong Xiu was and dared not reveal her identity as a princess, finding herself in a difficult position. Just then, she heard Xiang Yang make a few soft sounds, as if he had woken up.

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