Ten Scenery Satins 181-200

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Ten Scenes of Satin (One Hundred and Eighty-One)

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Wen Yuan's hand continued to explore inwards, his fingertips gently scratching the hair on her private parts. Little Murong's breathing
became more rapid, her body trying to jump, but because her limbs were bound by bandages, her slender waist would lift up only
to be forced down again, her buttocks constantly slapping the table, creating a crisp rhythm.

"Ah ha... ah ha..." Little Murong struggled while panting, her two legs
trembling slightly, fluid constantly seeping from between her thighs, her tender lips wide open, and unknowingly,
the little flower bud hidden within had already protruded. Wen Yuan scooped up a little of her love juice with his fingers, his thumb and forefinger touching it,
and couldn't help but laugh, "Xiao Yin, you're not only wet quickly today, but you're also wetting more than usual." Xiao Murong was extremely shy and
gasped, "You...you stop talking nonsense...I didn't do anything!"

Wen Yuan laughed, "You still won't admit it?" He patted her with his right hand and rubbed his palm against her private parts. Xiao Murong
groaned a few times, feeling her whole body go weak. Just as she was in a daze, Wen Yuan's palm was already covered with a large amount of love juice, which he waved in front of
her . Little Murong looked over in a daze and saw that his hands were wet, as if he had just
washed them. She blushed with embarrassment and whispered, "Don't bully me, please... please let me
go..." Wen Yuan touched her soft, silky thigh skin and laughed, "You're usually too naughty, today is a good day
to teach you a lesson, how can I let you go?" Little Murong said anxiously, "You! You're so annoying, I... I don't want to be
tied up like this! It's so embarrassing... Please, let me go..."

Wen Yuan saw that she looked pitiful, but her love juice was flowing continuously between her thighs, with a few drops already running from
the table to the edge, hanging there about to fall. Her body's reaction did not match her words.
He gently pinched Xiao Murong's clitoris and laughed, "You seem quite happy. Don't you like
trying new things?"

Xiao Murong's private parts were greatly stimulated, and she immediately moaned softly, her face flushed as she cried out, "I...
ahh , ahha, ya! But... in this position, I can't move..." Wen Yuan laughed, "Then I'll
do it." As he spoke, he bent down, unbuttoned her top, revealing her beautiful breasts
, and gently kissed them.

When he kissed the pink tip, Xiao Murong's body trembled again,
beads of sweat appeared on her fair skin, and she breathed heavily, softly saying, "Okay...okay, stop, hurry...hurry
..." Wen Yuan straightened up and began to loosen his belt, laughing, "So eager?" Xiao Murong's
pretty face turned red, and she said, "Don't forget, Big Brother is still waiting for us." Wen Yuan laughed, "
So , we're in a tight spot?" Xiao Murong smiled coquettishly and said, "So, either you
let me go first, and we'll come back after Big Brother leaves...otherwise, you can only do it for a moment this time." Wen Yuan
laughed , "A moment is fine too." Saying that, he grabbed Xiao Murong's thigh, pulled her back, and thrust his body forward.

Xiao Murong felt a hot, hard object slowly being inserted, and immediately cried out in surprise, "Ah, ahh...
" Because she was lying flat on the table, her private parts were horizontally facing Wen Yuan, and Wen Yuan's penis easily penetrated
deep into her body. Xiao Murong suddenly felt her whole body tense up, and she couldn't help but cry out, involuntarily
trying to squeeze her legs together. But with the bandages binding her, this was naturally futile.

Wen Yuan thrust several times in succession, and Xiao Murong had no ability to resist. Her waist arched and fell repeatedly, and beads of sweat flowed on her
snow-white abdomen, reflecting Wen Yuan's movements. Xiao Murong gasped for breath, occasionally
shaking her head , tears welling in her eyes, and cried out, "Ah, no... too... too deep... ah!
oh dear!" Seeing her intense reaction, Wen Yuan quickly slowed down and asked, "Xiao Yin, does it hurt?"
Xiao Murong gasped, "No... no... it's just that I... I... I can't take it, you're going too deep
... if this continues, I... I will..." Suddenly her face flushed red, and she stopped speaking. Wen Yuan asked, "
What will happen?" Xiao Murong turned her face away, her face shy, and whispered, "I... I... that
..."

Wen Yuan saw her stammering, much shyer than usual, and wondered what secret she was hiding
. He couldn't help but feel intrigued and laughed, "If you don't tell me, I'll just ask your body directly." He began
to , their thighs colliding, his penis moving in and out rapidly, the sound of lubricating fluid filling the air.

Little Murong groaned repeatedly, her face flushed with embarrassment, and cried out urgently, "No...no! Really...
no...ah...ah ha, ah ha, ha..." She cried out a few times, and Wen Yuan's hand touched her face
, his fingertips caressing her cherry lips, easing her protests and turning them into comfortable panting.
As she breathed, Little Murong felt a warmth on her breasts, which Wen Yuan had grasped and gently played with,
his fingers subtly teasing her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her. Little Murong shook her head in embarrassment,
gasping softly, "Wen...Yuan...Brother...Ah...Brother Wen...Please, let me go...
If ...if this continues, I...I'm going to..."

Wen Yuan's fingers moved to her inner thighs, and he said softly, "What are you going to do?" As he spoke, his fingers moved
again, rubbing her clitoris, which only made Little Murong's whole body tense up, and she moaned loudly, her mind
blank , a surge of intense excitement rising in her heart, and she thought she was going to faint on the spot.

At this moment, the position of the two of them was able to penetrate the woman's body, but the stimulation of the clitoris was less, so
in theory Little Murong's pleasure should be weaker. However, Wen Yuan used both methods at the same time,
and the effect of a little caress with his fingers was surprisingly good. Little Murong was immediately overwhelmed by this double stimulation, and her moans
were incessant . She could no longer call for Wen Yuan to stop. Her lips trembled slightly, exhaling warm, fragrant breaths
. The soft flesh of her private parts contracted in waves, like countless tiny tongues licking Wen Yuan's penis.

Wen Yuan grew increasingly excited, involuntarily lowering his head to kiss Xiao Murong's
nipples with soft, sucking sounds. He could faintly hear her sweet moans: "Ah...so good, so comfortable...ah ha, ha,
I can't take it anymore..." Hearing this, Wen Yuan felt even more aroused, knowing that whenever Xiao Murong's words became incoherent and
she couldn't control herself, it meant she was close to orgasm.
He intensified his thrusting, making Xiao Murong's tender skin rub against him even more intensely. The table creaked and shook, and Xiao Murong's body throbbed violently.
She cried out, almost whimpering, "Ah...no, I really can't take it anymore! I...I can't hold back!"

Just then, Wen Yuan embraced Xiao Murong's slender waist, gently called out, and released his scalding semen,
injecting it all into Xiao Murong's body. Xiao Murong gasped in surprise, her face burning, and she tightly
closed her eyes , her expression extremely shy. Wen Yuan released his semen, his waist relaxed, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly, "Xiao Yin
!" Xiao Murong hummed in response, her voice very unsteady, her shyness intensifying, but she still didn't open her eyes.

Seeing that she was already finished but still so shy, Wen Yuan was about to tease her a bit when he suddenly felt
a wetness , a trickle of fluid dripping onto his penis, and a strange smell mixed with the aroma of tea wafted into his nose.

Wen Yuan froze for a moment, and seeing Xiao Murong's shy expression with her eyes tightly closed, he suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly looked down
. A wet patch appeared between Xiao Murong's legs. Besides the existing overflow of love fluid, another stream of
pale yellow , further wetting their genitals.

Xiao Murong opened her eyes and saw Wen Yuan watching her incontinence. She was so ashamed she wanted to
disappear . She hurriedly cried out, "Stop it! Don't look!" Wen Yuan, however, stared blankly at the whole thing, watching the stream of water
emerge from her lower body, gradually weakening until it became droplets, dripping onto the ground. Xiao Murong
was overwhelmed with shame; if her hands hadn't been restrained, she would have covered her face long ago.

Wen Yuan scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Is this... over?" Little Murong turned her head away in shame
and whispered, "What else? You still want to see? I... I... Waaah... How
could see? It's so embarrassing..." Seeing that she was about to cry, Wen Yuan quickly said, "Don't worry about it. It was
me who saw it, not someone else..." Little Murong said anxiously, "Even if it were you, you couldn't! I... I...
I look so ugly..." Wen Yuan laughed and said, "How could you look ugly?"

Little Murong blinked nervously, still looking shy, and said, "You just like to coax me.
How can I look good when I'm relieving myself? Okay, okay, can you let me go now?"

Wen Yuan untied the bandages binding Little Murong's hands and feet. Little Murong jumped off the table, but when she stood
on the ground , she was a little unsteady and fell into Wen Yuan's arms. Wen Yuan quickly helped her up. Little Murong pouted, "
It's all your fault! You tied me up for so long!" Wen Yuan laughed, "Wasn't it your own fault for being naughty and asking for punishment
?" Little Murong blushed and said, "I can't stand being punished like this every time. Humph, I
begged you to let me go, but you still wouldn't, making me... making me so embarrassed."

Wen Yuan laughed, "If you had said you needed to relieve yourself earlier, I would have let you go, but you didn't."
Little Murong rubbed her fingers and whispered, "How could I say? If I had, you might have bullied me even more, and before
... before you came in, you made me... I... do this..." Wen Yuan's face flushed and he said, "
When become so bad?" Little Murong glanced at him and laughed, "You're not bad to Sister Ziyuan,
and you're not bad to the Hua family girls, but you're bad to me."

The two teased each other for a while, then wiped themselves clean with a towel, got dressed, and some time passed.
Little Murong, still blushing from remembering how she had lost control of her bladder in front of Wen Yuan, said, "Hey,
you can't tell anyone about what happened just now..." Wen Yuan replied, "Of course." Little Murong asked, "
What will you do if I tell?" Seeing her extreme nervousness, Wen Yuan couldn't help but laugh, "So
what if I told you? Can you take back what's already out?" Little Murong exclaimed anxiously, "What? You... why are you like this!"
Wen Yuan laughed heartily, patted her head, and said, "Just kidding, don't worry, why would I tell?"
He pulled still blushing Little Murong out of the room and towards the main hall.

Upon arriving in the hall, they saw Yu Qian and Zi Yuan, but Murong Xiu was no longer there. Little Murong looked around and
asked, "Where's Big Brother?" Zi Yuan smiled and said, "He left first." Little Murong exclaimed,
"He left?" Zi Yuan said, "Yes, he finished asking about things and said he didn't want to bother you, so he left first
." Wen Yuan and Little Murong's hearts skipped a beat and their faces flushed. Little Murong stammered, "Big Brother
...he...could he have come looking for us?" Zi Yuan smiled and said, "Yes, he got impatient
and ran to the side room without waiting for us to lead the way. He came back and said that. Didn't he talk to you?"

The two exchanged glances, embarrassed and unsure of what to do. They knew that with Murong Xiu's internal strength,
he could hear all their intimate conversations through the door, and they couldn't hide it from him at all. Zi Yuan
smiled at the two, her eyes carrying a hint of teasing, but in front of Yu Qian, the three of them
understood each other tacitly and pretended that nothing had happened.

Little Murong said nonchalantly, "Brother, really! We still have things to ask him." Zi Yuan smiled
slightly and said, "It's alright, he said he'll come again in a few days, and we can still ask him if we have anything to ask." Wen Yuan said, "
That would be perfect." The three of them chatted away, and Yu Qian, watching them, seemed to have noticed
something . He smiled casually and said, "Thank you all for your hard work today. Young Master Wen, I have some questions I'd like to ask
you privately. Is that convenient?" Wen Yuan said, "Of course."

Yu Qian nodded and led Wen Yuan to his study. Yu Qian asked, "Young Master Wen, were the assassins tonight
truly from the Imperial Mausoleum Faction?" Wen Yuan replied
, "Not only the Imperial Mausoleum Faction, but also two others, subordinates of Esen, the Grand Tutor of the Oirat Mongols." Yu Qian pondered, "Esen, is that so?" Wen Yuan said, "
Judging , perhaps Long Yuqing is colluding with Esen. Otherwise, Long Yuqing, relying solely on the manpower of the Imperial Mausoleum Faction, probably
wouldn't dare to rebel. But with external support, it's a different story."

Yu Qian nodded, paced back and forth in the room for a while, and suddenly said, "Young Master Wen, I'd like to show you
something." As he spoke, Yu Qian walked to a wooden cabinet, opened the door, took out a roll
of brocade, and unfurled it.

Upon seeing the embroidered scenery on the brocade, Wen Yuan was instantly struck by a chill, thinking, "Is this the Ten Scenes Brocade?
This scene is 'Autumn Moon over the Calm Lake'!" He had followed Shao Fei to the Yu residence before and knew that Yu Qian possessed
one of the Ten Scenes Brocades, but he hadn't yet asked Yu Qian about it.

Unexpectedly, Yu Qian took it out himself. Yu Qian said, "This is a bolt of brocade left to me by my ancestors. Prince Zhao, the Prince of Jingwei,
has sent people to borrow it from me several times. I never understood why, only thinking he coveted its exquisite embroidery and
wanted to possess it. A few days ago, Mr. Han told me that this brocade consists of ten bolts, each embroidered with one of the ten scenes
of West Lake , hence the name 'Ten Scenes Brocade'." Wen Yuan said, "Indeed, I also possess one of them." Yu Qian...
Qi asked, "You have one too?" Wen Yuan replied, "It was given to Miss Ziyuan by a senior."

Yu Qian said, "Mr. Han said that there is a secret hidden in this brocade. Unraveling this secret
will grant one the greatest joy in life." Wen Yuan was taken aback upon hearing this and asked, "The greatest joy in life?" Although he knew that the Ten Scenery Brocade
contained hidden secrets, none of the four women from Jin Guo Zhuang or Ren Jianqing knew its mysteries. He had originally thought that it
either contained special martial arts techniques or clues to finding treasures from the past. Now, hearing Yu Qian relay Han Xuqing's words
and mention "the greatest joy in life," he was somewhat confused and thought to himself, "This is a bit strange.
What does the greatest joy in life refer to?"

Yu Qian said, "I heard that Long Yuqing has already obtained several bolts of brocade. It seems that Prince Jingwei
is cooperating with him to acquire them. As a civil official, I would never search for the Ten Scenery Brocade in my lifetime. Keeping it in my hands
would be of no benefit. Young Master Wen, this..." "This brocade is for you."

Wen Yuan was taken aback and quickly waved his hand, saying, "This is Lord Yu's family heirloom. How could I, a junior,
dare to accept such a gift?" Yu Qian laughed and said, "What family heirloom? Such calligraphy, paintings, and brocades
are fine if they are displayed for appreciation and to cultivate one's temperament. But keeping them in a cabinet all day is as good as nothing. This brocade
is useless My ancestors never instructed me to take good care of it, so it has little significance to me today."

As Yu Qian said this, his face became solemn, and he continued, "Yu Qian..." "In officialdom, fortune and misfortune are unpredictable. Though
I hold a high position today, I cannot guarantee that I will not be disgraced one day. If this Ten Scenery Silk remains in Yu
Qian's hands, it may one day be lost and used by others. If it falls into the hands of someone like Long Yuqing, the so-called 'supreme pleasure' will,
for whatever reason, lead to dire consequences. I entrust it to you as a precaution. You possess exceptional skills and I imagine you are not easily schemed against..." Wen Yuan said, "That's not necessarily true. In the martial world, 　　there are countless
people whose martial arts and wisdom surpass
mine ."

Yu Qian smiled and said, "I know nothing about the affairs of the martial world." He then rolled up the "
Autumn Moon " brocade and said, "In short, I'm entrusting this brocade to you. I, Yu Qian,
no longer have the energy to waste on fighting for this. Whether this brocade brings joy
or , you can decide for yourself whether you want to keep it. If you don't want to get involved in the conflict, you can burn it;
I'll be happy for you." As he spoke, Yu Qian presented the brocade to Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan looked at the roll of brocade. Without seeing the exquisite embroidery inside, it seemed utterly ordinary
, lacking any brilliance. However, just based on the name "Ten Scenes Brocade," once Long Yuqing learned of it, he would definitely try
to obtain it, leading to another fierce battle. He suddenly thought, "So what if we fight? Since I've come to protect
Lord Yu, I've clearly made it clear that I'm opposing the Imperial Tomb Faction. Anyway, I already have 'Willow Waves and
Orioles Singing,' so another bolt won't hurt. Lord Yu is right; he really shouldn't have taken on this burden for no reason.
I don't need to worry about Master Shi of the Women's Manor refusing to destroy the Ten Scenes Silk. If it really comes to a head, I'll destroy it
."

Thinking this, Wen Yuan's mood brightened, and he took the silk from Yu Qian's hand, saying, "I understand
. I accept this responsibility."

He recalled the various things about the Ten Scenes Silk: "Miss Lan once said that Long Yuqing obtained two of the scenes..." "And
he knows the whereabouts of the Six Scenes. The Six Scenes... Ah, isn't that obvious? Master and his four fellow disciples each have one bolt, Long
Yuqing naturally knows, and he himself has two bolts, so he naturally got another bolt, plus he sent someone to Jin Guo Zhuang
, that's another bolt. So, if you count it this way... I also got two scenes, Long Yuqing has two scenes, Uncle Han and Uncle
Ren each have one scene, and Master should have had one scene before he died, but none of us have seen it. Adding Jin Guo Zhuang, that
's already knowing eight out of ten. The remaining two scenes, I don't know where they are?"

Wen Yuan had only seen the second scene since he first heard the name of the Ten Scenes Silk, but after careful consideration,
the whereabouts of eight scenes were already obvious. He thought of "the greatest joy in life," but felt it was elusive and
couldn't figure out what it meant. He couldn't help but wonder: "Is there really a definitive answer to the so-called ultimate joy in life? What exactly does it
mean? This is truly mysterious and perplexing." ( Ten Scenes　　　　of Silk

(182))

=== ... Worried about the safety of the Liu sisters, Wen Yuan went to the Bai residence after dawn that day to inquire. He learned that the two sisters had escaped the Lin brothers and returned safely, and he was relieved. 　　Time flew by, and half a month passed. Wen Yuan continued his usual routine, practicing the zither, sword, and internal energy cultivation, completely at . Occasionally, he would think about the Ten-Layer Brocade, but he had no clue what to do, so he simply put it aside. Zi Yuan, however, was very fond of the two bolts of brocade, frequently taking them out to admire and gaze at them, sometimes for quite a while. 　　On this particular day, Xiao Murong was accompanying Zhao Wanyan, while Hua Xuan stayed at the Yu residence. When Wen Yuan and Hua Xuan finished practicing their martial arts in the courtyard and returned to their room, they saw the two bolts of brocade spread out on the table, with Zi Yuan standing before them, quietly examining them . Hua Xuan laughed, "Sister Ziyuan, don't you get tired of looking at this brocade every day?" Ziyuan hummed in agreement , without looking up, and said, "This brocade is beautifully embroidered. I want to learn how to embroider it." 　　Upon hearing this, Hua Xuan recalled her first experience learning embroidery from Ziyuan and Zhao Wanyan, and immediately felt a headache coming on . She said, "What's so fun about embroidery? Sister Ziyuan, don't learn it!" Ziyuan smiled and said, "I find it very interesting . Xuan-mei, after I figure out these embroidery techniques, do you want me to teach you?" Hua Xuan was startled, flopped onto the bed next to her, waved her hands repeatedly, and called out: "No, no, Sister Ziyuan, you learn yours, please don't teach me anymore. This skill is incredibly difficult, I... I can't do it!" 　　Wenyuan walked to Ziyuan's side and smiled, "How is it? Have you seen any results?" Ziyuan's cheeks flushed slightly, and she said, "Not yet, the embroidery technique is extremely delicate and difficult to understand. The person who wove this Ten Scenes Satin is truly remarkable." Wenyuan said, "Hmm, could the secret of the Ten Scenes Satin be this exquisite embroidery technique?" Ziyuan smiled sweetly and said, "If I told Long Yuqing this great secret, what do you think..."

"What will he do?" Wen Yuan laughed. "From now on, he will become the number one embroidery master in the martial arts world?"
Zi Yuan laughed. "I think he definitely won't understand it either." After a pause, she suddenly said, "Miss Zhao's embroidery
skills are really good. If Miss Zhao were here, she would definitely like to see this brocade."

Hua Xuan suddenly jumped up from the bed and said, "That's right, Senior Brother Wen, shouldn't we bring Sister Zhao over
? Senior Brother Xiang said he would come back in a month, and today is exactly one month!"

Only then did Wen Yuan remember that Xiang Yang had gone out to practice martial arts alone, and it had been a full month since then. He
knew his senior brother valued his promises most, especially since Zhao Wanyan was his most beloved woman; he would never break his promise and return on time
. He immediately said, "That's right. Judging by the days, senior brother should be back soon." Hua Xuan said, "Then
if I go there today and see senior brother Xiang, I can come back with sister Murong, right?"

Wen Yuan pondered for a moment and said, "You should also ask senior brother if he wants to move in with us.
Long Yuqing's intentions are now obvious; if senior brother can come to help, we'll have more strength." Hua Xuan
clapped his hands and laughed, "Great! With senior brother Xiang coming too, we'll be even less afraid of those villains."

Hua Xuan then rode a fast horse out of the capital and headed towards the small house where Zhao Wanyan lived in the countryside. The horse clattered along the road
until they reached the house. She dismounted and called out, "Sister Murong! Sister Zhao!"

After a while, Zhao Wanyan came out to open the door and smiled, "Miss Hua, you've come so early today.
" Hua Xuan chuckled and said, "Today is different." As she spoke, she looked at Zhao Wanyan and saw that she was radiant
and couldn't stop smiling, clearly in a very good mood. She immediately asked, "Sister Zhao, has
Senior Brother returned yet?" Zhao Wanyan replied, "Not yet." Hua Xuan smiled and said, "Ah,
you're so happy that Senior Brother Xiang hasn't returned yet. If he did return..." She suddenly stopped midway, unable to think of
a way to describe it, and said, "Then I would be even happier!" Zhao

Wanyan felt a little shy and gave a bashful smile, saying, "Of course I'm
happy . Miss Hua, please come inside." With that, she led Hua Xuan into the house. Xiao Murong greeted
her a smile, "Oh dear, only Sister Hua came. Isn't Young Master Xiang here?" Zhao Wanyan
blushed even more upon hearing this, saying, "What's wrong? Are you all making fun of me? I haven't done anything wrong
." Xiao Murong laughed, "Not at all! How are you making fun of us? We're sincerely
hoping for your Brother Xiang's return."

Zhao Wanyan blushed and walked aside, refusing to speak to them. Xiao Murong laughed, "Hey, hey, why
are you running off? Sister, look, is Miss Zhao angry?" Hua Xuan leaned over to look at Zhao Wanyan's
face and immediately laughed, "She's not angry at all! Sister Zhao is secretly laughing!" Zhao Wanyan blushed even more and
hurriedly ran back to her room, closing the door behind her. She could still hear Xiao Murong and Hua Xuan's cheerful laughter.

She sighed, sat on the edge of the bed, and couldn't help but smile
. Turning to the little white tiger beside her, she clapped her hands and whispered, "Baby, come here." The little white tiger, which had been lying on the ground, immediately stood up and
climbed the bed. Zhao Wanyan held it in her arms and said softly, "Baby, Brother Xiang has been gone for so long, do you
miss him?" The little white tiger barked. Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "Brother Xiang will be back soon." The little
white tiger barked again. Zhao Wanyan gently stroked its fur, her heart filled with anticipation, thinking, "
Brother , come back soon... sooner rather than later..."

Time slowly passed, and the azure sky gradually turned orange-red, the sunset painting the sky.

The three girls waited in the small house, all feeling a little lost. Hua Xuan saw Zhao Wanyan gazing out the window
, her expression calm, but unable to hide the atmosphere of anxious anticipation. She gently tugged at Xiao Murong's sleeve and
whispered, "Sister Murong, I don't think things are looking good." Xiao Murong glanced at Zhao Wanyan, unsure
what to say, and simply shrugged.

After a while, the sky gradually darkened, and the sun was about to set behind the mountains. Zhao Wanyan suddenly said, "
Miss Murong, you should go back to the capital first." Xiao Murong was taken aback and said, "I should go back first?" Zhao Wanyan nodded
and said, "It was Miss Hua who stayed today. It's getting dark, and if you don't hurry
, you won't make it into the city in time." Xiao Murong scratched her cheek and said, "That's true, but... but...
" She glanced at Hua Xuan, looking somewhat troubled.

Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "It's alright. Brother Xiang must be delayed by something today, and Miss Hua probably wo n't be able
to go back either. Miss Murong, you should go back first. I... I'm fine."
Although she said this, Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong both heard the melancholy in her voice. Although Xiao Murong was clever
, she had no other choice but to say, "Alright, then I'll go first. Sister, you stay with Miss Zhao
."

Xiao Murong mounted the horse Hua Xuan had brought and spurred it on, hurrying back to the capital. Hua Xuan watched Xiao Murong leave
, then turned to Zhao Wanyan, hummed a few times, and whispered, "Senior Brother Xiang might not have gotten the dates right. This...
it's said to be a month, but it's hard to calculate exactly. Even counting on your fingers, it's often
a day early or too late... Uh... Sister Zhao, you... you... uh, uh..."

Zhao Wanyan gently raised her hand and smiled, "Miss Hua, I'm fine." Saying this, she closed the window and said,
"Could you help me? It's time to make some dishes." Hua Xuan quickly replied, "Ah, okay!"

The two women prepared some simple dishes and ate them themselves. It was already night. Zhao Wanyan lit a candle and
stared blankly at the flickering flame.

Until the middle of the night, she suddenly heard a pattering sound, which gradually grew louder and louder, and it started to rain. After a while, the drizzle
turned into a heavy rain, and the roof was pattering incessantly.

Zhao Wanyan sat at the table, her face showing no signs of fatigue. Hua Xuan, listening to the patter of rain, already felt her eyelids grow heavy
and was drifting off to sleep. Normally, Hua Xuan, possessing superior martial arts skills, wouldn't be as prone to drowsiness as Zhao Wanyan, but
the extremely awkward atmosphere made her incredibly tired. She couldn't help but ask, "Sister Zhao,
aren't sleep?" Zhao Wanyan softly replied, "You go to sleep first, I'm not tired."

Hua Xuan sighed and said, "Sister Zhao, don't wait any longer, perhaps Senior Brother miscalculated the date...
" Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "I know. Miss Hua, you go to sleep, I'm really not tired, and I can't sleep anyway.
" Seeing her insistence, Hua Xuan had no choice but to go into the room first.

Seeing Hua Xuan go to sleep, Zhao Wanyan stood up and slowly walked to the door. Night had fallen, and the...
The rain poured down, and in the deep darkness of the night, only the
sound of rain could be heard in the wilderness; not a soul was to be seen. Suddenly, Zhao Wanyan felt a cool dampness on her cheeks, thinking it was rainwater.
She touched them and realized it was her own tears, trickling down her cheeks. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she whispered, with a sob, "
Brother Xiang …where are you?"

Also in the pouring rain, on a desolate hillside, Xiang Yang stood among a dozen broken trees
, his entire body soaked through, breathing heavily, his clothes stained crimson.

In the past month, he had devoted himself to studying the Universal Divine Power and practicing the Nine Thunder Palms. Whether his skill
had improved was uncertain even to himself; the only certainty was that his internal injuries had worsened.

Xiang Yang gasped for breath, trying his best to calm his inner energy. He was filled with frustration, thinking, "It's useless. If
I continue training like this, my skill will probably regress. How many days have passed already?"

In his daily training, Xiang Yang had lost count of how many days he had been away from Zhao Wanyan. He looked up
at the sky, raindrops hitting his face, making him feel a chill. Xiang Yang sighed deeply, thinking
, "My junior brother's martial arts must have improved again. He's very smart, he learns everything quickly. Sure enough…
one day , I won't be able to surpass him."

He thought about Long Yuqing's words, pondering them again and again, feeling his mind in complete chaos. He couldn't help but shout and
strike a nearby pine tree with his palm. With a "crack," another pine tree fell, splashing
water everywhere.

Xiang Yang, having struck out, felt a sharp pain in his chest, and instinctively pressed his hand to his heart, breathing heavily. Suddenly, a
woman's voice called out, "Brother Xiang, what are you doing?"

Xiang Yang looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman holding a paper umbrella, standing some distance away, the raindrops pattering on the umbrella
. In the darkness and heavy rain, Xiang Yang couldn't see her face clearly, but he could tell by her voice, and said, "Is that
Miss Shi?" The woman smiled and said, "Yes." This woman holding the umbrella was none other than Madam Shi, the
head .

Xiang Yang's breathing calmed down slightly, and he said, "Miss Shi, what brings you here?" Madam Shi said, "It
's not far from Jin Guo Manor, can't I come here for a walk? Brother Xiang, what are you doing here?" Xiang Yang said,
"Nothing much, just practicing my kung fu." Madam Shi smiled and said, "After practicing for so many days, even to the point of
vomiting blood , you can't say it's nothing." Xiang Yang remained silent and walked away in the rain.

Shi Niangzi followed behind, calling out, "Brother Xiang, wait!" Xiang Yang turned around and quietly said,
"What can I do for you, Miss Shi?" Shi Niangzi stared at him for a moment, smiled slightly, and said, "Brother Xiang
seems quite displeased practicing alone. May I ask for a few pointers?"

Xiang Yang turned to face Shi Niangzi and said, "Miss Shi, how many days have you been watching me?" Shi Niangzi said,
"Including today, it's been six days." Upon hearing this, Xiang Yang suddenly became angry and shouted, "Are you here to
laugh ?" Shi Niangzi said, "I wouldn't dare. Brother Xiang is practicing, what's there to laugh at?"
Upon hearing this, Xiang Yang was speechless for a moment before saying, "If Miss Shi is willing to learn from me, I'll gladly oblige." Shi
Niangzi smiled and said, "Then I apologize for the intrusion, please enlighten me." With a wave of her hand, she closed the paper umbrella, and the heavy
rain soaked her completely. Ten Scenes of 　　Silk 　　(

183 )

=== ... With a soft "smack," Shi Niangzi pressed her palm against Xiang Yang's chest. 　　Xiang Yang's expression changed slightly, but he remained standing still. Shi Niangzi withdrew her palm and said, "Brother Xiang, be serious." Xiang Yang took a few deep breaths and said, "Forget it, I won't fight anymore." Shi Niangzi asked, "What's wrong? Have you been practicing for too long and are you too tired?" Xiang Yang didn't answer and walked to a tree to the side. The dense shade blocked much of the heavy rain, but rain still fell in streams from the branches and leaves, soaking Xiang Yang. 　　Seeing his listless appearance, Shi Niangzi's expression immediately turned serious . She stepped forward and shouted, "Brother Xiang, if you continue to be so dejected, won't your fellow martial artists laugh at you and say that Hua Xuanqing has no successor ? A few words from Long Yuqing have made you so indecisive?" 　　Just then, a bolt of lightning flashed in the darkness, illuminating the night for a moment. Xiang Yang turned around abruptly and said sharply, "What did you say?" Shi Niangzi remained calm and said, " I know everything Long Yuqing told you." Xiang Yang said, "How do you know?" His voice unconsciously rose as he spoke . 　　Shi Niangzi faced the nearby woods and called out, "Fourth Sister!" 　　A young girl wearing a bamboo hat emerged from the woods, blinking her large eyes as she looked at Xiang Yang, appearing quite uneasy. Xiang Yang saw Yang Xiaojuan there, whom he hadn't noticed, and felt a chill in his heart, followed by a sudden, sharp pain in his chest. 　　Yang Xiaojuan looked at Xiang Yang timidly and whispered, "Young Master Xiang, it was...it was me who heard it. " Xiang Yang asked, "How did you hear it?" Yang Xiaojuan glanced at Shi Niangzi and said softly, "Elder sister, let me tell Young Master Xiang." Shi Niangzi nodded and said, "I'll wait for you at the foot of the mountain." She opened her paper umbrella , and as she was about to take a step, she gave Yang Xiaojuan a faint smile before slowly walking into the woods. 　　Seeing her elder sister leave, Yang Xiaojuan's face grew tense. She whispered, "I... that day I left the manor to go to the capital. On the way, I saw a spy who had infiltrated the manor, the daughter of Luo Tiansheng of the Divine Camel Gang, named Luo Jinling. I secretly followed her and saw her go to a small house where you and Miss Zhao were staying." At this point, Yang Xiaojuan's face suddenly flushed red with embarrassment, and the front of her hat drooped slightly. 　　Although Xiang Yang had seen Luo Jinling before and even saved her from Yun Feichang, he didn't know her name or identity.

Hearing this, he didn't pay much attention and asked, "What happened to Luo Tiansheng's daughter again?" Yang Xiaojuan said,
"I saw her acting suspiciously and thought she was going to ambush you. I was about to warn her when I suddenly saw Young
Master Wen and Miss Hua coming from afar. Luo Jinling immediately ran away. I wanted to chase after her, but before I could even
take a step, I saw Long Yuqing hiding on the other side, and Luo Jinling ran towards him. Long Yuqing is so powerful,
how could I confront him head-on? I had no choice but to continue hiding."

At this moment, the rain subsided slightly, and the pattering sound of the rain lessened considerably. Xiang Yang recalled the events of that day and said:
"You were hiding to the side, watching my match with Junior Brother Wen?" Yang Xiaojuan said, "Yes."
She quickly added, "Although you fainted, it was because you were injured. Normally
, your skills are top-notch."

Xiang Yang snorted and said, "How long exactly were you hiding and peeping?" Yang Xiaojuan flicked her cheek with her finger
, her face flushed, and whispered, "I watched until midnight." Xiang Yang snorted again and said, "
Fine, I guess I, Xiang, am incompetent. I was being watched for so long and didn't even notice. " " Wait a
minute, why are you peeking? We're friends, not enemies. You can come inside and meet."

Yang Xiaojuan blushed and turned her head slightly away, saying, "I'm worried about your injury. But if I go in
, I'll inevitably disturb you and Miss Zhao. It's better to stay outside." Xiang Yang recalled that after he woke up from his unconsciousness
, he and Zhao Wanyan had been intimate for a while. Until Zhao Wanyan fell asleep, the two flirted and laughed countless times
. How could Yang Xiaojuan, a young girl, have the nerve to come in?

Thinking of this, Xiang Yang looked at Yang Xiaojuan's expression again. Although it was dark, the flashes of lightning on the horizon
made her eyes look watery and her cheeks flushed. She was incredibly shy. She must have
seen the intimate scene between the two in the room. Having figured this out, Xiang Yang felt a pang of embarrassment and changed the subject, saying, "You said that when you saw Long Yuqing
, he was also watching me?" Yang Xiaojuan quickly shook her head, saying, "No, as soon as Young Master Wen and the others left,
Long Yuqing left too. He only came back at night."

She hesitated for a moment, then added, "Young Master Xiang, I was telling you, don't listen to Long Yuqing's nonsense
. He's trying to sow discord between you and Young Master Wen, it's definitely a conspiracy. You're getting
upset over those nonsense words and harming your health, I..." She suddenly hesitated again, then whispered, "We're all
very worried."

Xiang Yang gave a wry smile, shook his head, and said, "How could I not know that Long Yuqing has ill intentions? But he's right about
one thing. Junior Brother is exceptionally intelligent..." "His comprehension is exceptional. Since entering the martial world, his martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds
. In a few years, he will surely far surpass me. I, as his senior brother, am afraid I am somewhat unworthy of the title." Yang Xiaojuan hurriedly denied it, saying, "How could that be? Young Master Xiang, please don't think like that!" 　　Xiang Yang seemed not to hear her, muttering, "From childhood to adulthood, my junior brother has learned everything quickly. He can play the zither , he can read, and now his martial arts... are about to surpass mine. Master passed on the Universal Divine Power to me, but I have practiced it for so long and have achieved almost nothing... Master, why didn't you pass it on to my junior brother? Wouldn't it be better for him to learn it? Why did you pass it on to me? I... I..." He muttered to himself, his expression becoming increasingly pained, and he slowly lowered his head, his hands tightly clutching his heart. 　　Seeing Xiang Yang's drastically changed expression, Yang Xiaojuan was greatly surprised and quickly stepped forward to ask, "Young Master Xiang, what... what's wrong?" She had only taken a few steps when she suddenly heard Xiang Yang shout, turn abruptly, and sweep his left arm horizontally. A powerful gust of wind erupted, pushing her several steps back. She landed on the ground with a "splash," water splashing everywhere, her straw hat flying off, and large raindrops soaking her hair. 　　Just as Yang Xiaojuan was still in shock, Xiang Yang roared repeatedly and unleashed a series of powerful palm strikes. "Bang, bang , bang!" Several loud sounds rang out as his incredibly powerful palm strikes landed on an ancient pine tree, snapping the trunk in two . A thunderous roar echoed in the air as Xiang Yang leaped forward and delivered another palm strike, causing the pine tree to crash to the ground. 　　Several thunderclaps struck the sky in succession. In the flash of light, Yang Xiaojuan saw Xiang Yang gritting his teeth, his expression pained. Panicked, she jumped up and said, "Young Master Xiang, calm down, don't be so ..." She was interrupted by several more thunderclaps, followed by a deafening roar and a violent storm. Xiang Yang roared, pointing at the stormy night sky, and shouted, "You bastard, what are you doing ? Want to spar with me? Let's fight! Who's afraid of who!" 　　With that roar, Xiang Yang leaped forward, unleashing a flurry of powerful moves from the Nine Thunder Palms: "Thunder Drums Shake Mountains and Rivers," "Swift Thunder Moves All Things," "Spring Thunder Splits a Hundred Flowers," and "Wind and Thunder on the Stone Altar." Each move was unstoppable; within a few strikes, a pine tree would fall. Instantly, pine needles flew everywhere, pine cones tumbled , and thunder roared amidst the raging storm. Yang Xiaojuan was stunned by his wild behavior and froze, not knowing what to do. 　　After unleashing dozens of palm strikes, Xiang Yang was exhausted. He stood up, panting heavily, surrounded by broken pine branches and trunks. Yang Xiaojuan mustered her courage, stepped forward, and softly called out , "Young Master Xiang!" 　　Xiang Yang looked blank and didn't respond. Suddenly, his legs gave way, and he collapsed forward. Yang Xiaojuan quickly caught him, only to find his eyes closed; he had fainted. Yang Xiaojuan helped him to sit down under a tree. The pouring rain had soaked Xiang Yang's clothes and hair, leaving him disheveled and drenched. 　　Yang Xiaojuan felt a pang of sadness. She sighed, brushed aside the hair covering his eyes, and softly said, " Why so despondent! You've gotten yourself into this state, I..." Looking at Xiang Yang's haggard appearance, Yang Xiaojuan choked back a sob. She pressed her left hand against Xiang Yang's dantian and gently supported his back with her right, thinking, "I'll try to wake you up first." With a slight movement of her inner energy, wisps of true qi flowed from her palms. 　　She was skilled in fists, kicks, and slingshots, but her internal energy cultivation was not profound. After several attempts, Xiang Yang remained dazed . Yang Xiaojuan felt that the true qi within Xiang Yang's body was chaotic, like cotton wool flying everywhere. Her inner energy often disappeared without a trace, and she couldn't help but worry, thinking, "What should I do? Sigh, I should have less lazy and practiced my internal energy more... There's no other way but to ask my elder sister for help." 　　Just as she was about to stand up and go down the mountain to find Shi Niangzi, Xiang Yang suddenly trembled and cried out. Yang Xiaojuan was both surprised and delighted, and quickly asked, "Young Master Xiang, you're awake? How are you feeling?" Xiang Yang was breathing rapidly and mumbled groggily, "Wanyan... Wanyan, where are you?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaojuan felt as if she had been struck a heavy blow to the heart, a wave of bitterness washing over her: "You only
care about Miss Zhao, you don't care about me at all..." Suddenly, Yang Xiaojuan's wrist tightened as Xiang Yang
grasped it. Xiang Yang opened his eyes, his gaze hazy, and softly said, "Wanyan, you...
how did you get here?"

Yang Xiaojuan's face flushed, and she shook off his hand, saying, "What Wanyan, Wanyan? Look carefully, I'm
Yang Xiaojuan, not Zhao Wanyan!" Hearing Xiang Yang call Zhao Wanyan's name, she felt like crying.
In her anger, she turned around, about to get up and leave, when she suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder—it was Xiang Yang pulling her back
and holding her tightly. Yang Xiaojuan froze for a moment, then blushed and cried out, "What...
what ?" Xiang Yang, seemingly oblivious, lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Wanyan, don't go...I
miss you so much, Wanyan..."

Yang Xiaojuan was taken aback, thinking, "He's not thinking straight, he can't tell who I am, he's mistaking me for
Miss Zhao?" Just as she thought this, Yang Xiaojuan suddenly felt a heat on her chest; Xiang Yang's hand had already reached up
from , grasping her breast. Her rain-soaked clothes immediately dripped with water.

She cried out in surprise, feeling her cheeks burning and her heart pounding. Embarrassed, she tried to struggle
, but Xiang Yang, still not fully awake, was strong, and Yang Xiaojuan couldn't pry his hand off. Just then,
Yang Xiaojuan felt a tickle on her neck; it was Xiang Yang gently kissing her. The cool raindrops fell incessantly on
the two of them . Yang Xiaojuan was soaked to the bone, yet felt an unprecedented heat coursing through her body.

She cried out urgently, "Young Master Xiang...hey, don't do this, wake up...ah...
" Her words were a protest, but her mind involuntarily recalled the battle at Jin Guo Zhuang, when she was forced by aphrodisiacs and forced into
intimate contact with Xiang Yang in the cellar. At the time, Yang Xiaojuan was in a daze, her memory hazy afterward
. When she saw Xiang Yang, she knew her chastity was intact, yet she felt secretly embarrassed and had fleeting fantasies. Now, however, it was Xiang Yang's turn to be confused, while she herself was fully conscious. A few caresses from Xiang Yang rekindled the pleasure she had felt then,
leaving her completely flustered. 　　Shame made Yang Xiaojuan want to resist, but when she turned around and saw Xiang Yang's face, her heart fluttered again: "What...what should I do? I should resist, but...for so many days, haven't I been thinking about him? He saved me at Jin Guo Zhuang, and when I was captured in the capital, it was him..." 　　Just as she was in a daze, her nipples, waist, and inner thighs were gradually being touched by 　　Xiang Yang, and the gradually being aroused... Ten Scenes Satin ( 184 ) === ... 　　Suddenly, she felt something pressing against her buttocks. Turning around, she saw a bulge in Xiang Yang's pants, the fabric bulging. Yang Xiaojuan swallowed, feeling incredibly shy. She thought, "That's a man's... that...what should I do?" 　　Trembling, she reached out her small hand, wanting to touch Xiang Yang's genitals for some reason. But just before touching him, she felt shy and quickly withdrew her hand, secretly ashamed: "How embarrassing! How could I think of such a thing?" A glance at Xiang Yang's crotch made her heart pound wildly again. Driven by curiosity, her hand reached out again, but she stopped halfway and quickly withdrew it, her hands pressed to her lips, both shy and timid. 　　While Yang Xiaojuan oscillated between desire and reason, Xiang Yang remained dazed, kneading her soft breasts and kissing her pink neck. Amidst the cacophony of rain, Yang Xiaojuan's breathing remained steady, gradually slowly lost her girlish reserve. The heavy rain blurred her vision, revealing her disheveled state. Yang Xiaojuan couldn't bear the caresses any longer 　　. She turned and nestled into Xiang Yang's arms, about to return the kiss , but hesitated shyly, thinking, "If my older sister knew I was like this, she'd definitely scold me to death." In a flash, she saw Xiang Yang's silhouette and her heart skipped a beat: "Never mind, let her scold me!" Her cherry lips parted slightly, and she leaned forward to kiss Xiang Yang's lips. As 　　she kissed Xiang Yang's lips, a strange excitement rose within her, and she embraced his body with blissful intoxication, feeling as if she were melting away. After a long, difficult kiss, they finally separated. Yang Xiaojuan breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Xiang Yang's face, filled with happiness, and gently kissed him again. At the same time, Xiang Yang seemed to tremble as he caressed her petite body, constantly stimulating her desire. 　　In the pouring rain, Yang Xiaojuan gradually became immersed in Xiang Yang's arms, the love hidden deep in her heart being constantly unearthed, causing her defenses to crumble and her coquettish nature to be fully revealed. Caresses alone were no longer enough to satisfy her needs . Amidst her soft moans, Yang Xiaojuan pulled away from Xiang Yang's lips, hastily unbuttoning his clothes. She pressed her body against his, rubbing her breasts against his chest with lingering affection panting, "Young Master Xiang, Young Master Xiang... come... I can give you everything......" 　　Suddenly, Xiang Yang flipped her over, pinning her to the ground. He lowered his head, kissing her breasts through her clothes, tearing at them. Yang Xiaojuan groaned softly, shy yet unable to suppress her desire, panting, "Slow... slower... ah, ah ah..." Stimulated by this, Yang Xiaojuan felt her soul tremble, tilting her head back in pleasure, moaning softly, her breath coming in gasps. Just as she was lost in the pleasure, she suddenly heard Xiang Yang make a muffled, low voice, the words of which were indistinct . 　　Yang Xiaojuan gasped softly, "What...what did you say?" A moment later, upon closer listening, she clearly heard Xiang Yang calling out softly, "Wanyan...Wan...Yan..." 　　Hearing Xiang Yang call Zhao Wanyan's name, Yang Xiaojuan trembled violently, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her heart. Her passion vanished instantly, replaced by extreme shame and anger. She abruptly pushed Xiang Yang away, landing with a splash in a shallow puddle. Xiang Yang's expression 　　shifted, a hint of surprise in his eyes as he stared at Yang Xiaojuan. Yang Xiaojuan, still panting heavily from the lingering pleasure, cried out angrily, "Wanyan, Wanyan...you only think of Miss Zhao! I was worried about your health, so I secretly followed you..."

"So many days, and you haven't cared about me at all! You didn't know before, and now that you know, you
still ... still..." she shouted,
her voice trembling with rage. Suddenly, she slapped Xiang Yang across the face. In the blink of an eye, tiny droplets of water, whether tears or raindrops,
glistened .

Xiang Yang sat there, half his face flushed, and slowly began to speak, "I..."

Yang Xiaojuan straightened her clothes, stomped her foot, splashing water everywhere, and yelled, "You
bastard! If you want to see Miss Zhao, go find her! Don't stand here like this, half-dead,
it's !" Xiang Yang stared blankly at her, then, as if waking from a daze, he abruptly
sat up, staring intently at Yang Xiaojuan.

The rain gradually subsided, the downpour had lessened. Yang Xiaojuan's shoulders trembled slightly
as she picked up the straw hat from the ground, still angry. Just as she was about to turn and leave, she heard Xiang Yang say,
"Miss Yang, I have a favor to ask of you." Yang Xiaojuan turned around and
glared at him, saying, "What is it?" Xiang Yang said, "Please go find Miss Zhao and apologize to her for me." Yang Xiaojuan snorted and said, "
Why don't you go yourself?" Xiang Yang said, "Because I can't go back yet. In my current state, I
have no face to see her." He paused for a moment and said, "I need to go find Long Yuqing."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaojuan was immediately shocked and exclaimed, "Long Yuqing? What do you want with him?"
Xiang Yang said, "Of course, to tell him my answer." Yang Xiaojuan was even more surprised and said in a trembling voice, "You
can't beat him at all, and if you go..." Suddenly, her expression changed, and she said, "Or... Xiang
Yang, you wouldn't actually listen to him and really, really want to..."

The wind and rain stopped, the long night passed, and another day dawned.

Yu Qian changed into his court robes, preparing to enter the palace for the morning court session. Just as he reached the gate, he saw a young girl running towards him from afar
—it was Hua Xuan, who had accompanied Zhao Wanyan the day before. She rushed to Yu Qian's side, calling out, "Good morning,
Lord Yu !" Without stopping, she dashed straight into the room.

Wen Yuan and Zi Yuan were in the hall, startled to see Hua Xuan suddenly burst in. Wen Yuan said, "
Junior Sister , why are you rushing in so fast? Has Senior Brother returned?" Hua Xuan braced herself on the table, panting heavily
, and cried out, "No, no… he hasn't returned! Senior Brother Xiang, he, he…" Her expression was urgent, as if
she had a lot to say, but she had run too fast and was panting heavily, making it impossible for her to speak clearly.

Zi Yuan said, "Xuan-mei, don't rush, catch your breath before we talk."

Hua Xuan pressed her hand to her chest, panted a few times, and exclaimed, "Brother Xiang didn't come back last night, but in the middle of the night
, Sister Yang suddenly came running over..." Wen Yuan said, "Sister Yang?" Hua Xuan said urgently, "
Sister Yang from Jin Guo Zhuang!" Wen Yuan said, "Ah, I didn't understand at first. Why did Miss Yang come to find you?"

Hua Xuan exclaimed, "She said she ran into Brother Xiang, but... but... Brother Xiang isn't coming back
!" Wen Yuan and Zi Yuan were both startled, not understanding what was going on. Zi Yuan said, "How could that be? Young Master Xiang and
Miss Zhao are so close..." Hua Xuan said anxiously, "She said that Senior Brother Xiang asked her to convey his apology to Sister Zhao
... Senior Brother Xiang, he... he went to find Long Yuqing!"

Wen Yuan was greatly surprised and said, "What is Senior Brother's intention in doing this? Did Miss Yang explain?" Hua
Xuan said, "She told Sister Zhao, but not me. They went into the room to talk, and after they finished,
Sister came out and kept crying. I asked her what was wrong, but Sister Zhao just shook her head and told me to come back first."
Zi Yuan said, "If you come back, won't Miss Zhao be left alone there?" Hua Xuan said, "
Sister is with her. She said she would take Sister Zhao to Jin Guo Manor first, because Prince Jingwei and the others are in the capital, and
it is inconvenient for Sister Zhao to stay here."

Wen Yuan suddenly stood up and said, "There's something fishy about this. I have to go to Changling to find out. How can Senior Brother
be all alone with Long Yuqing?" "Confront?" Zi Yuan said softly, "Don't rush, let's find Yin Mei first
and discuss it together." Wen Yuan nodded and said, "That's the way to do it." Hua Xuan called out, "Then,
I'll go find Sister Murong..."

Just as she finished speaking, footsteps were heard, and Little Murong rushed in from the porch. When she saw Hua Xuan, she was stunned
for a moment and said, "Sister, why are you back?" Hua Xuan said, "Why are you back? Of course,
something important has happened! Sister Murong..." Little Murong waved her hand and said, "Wait, let me tell you, I
also have something important to do!" Wen Yuan asked in surprise, "Why are you in such a hurry? What happened?"

Little Murong said, "I only found out when my elder brother sent someone over. My elder brother has been outside the pass these days.
Yesterday, he received news that the Oirat have already sent troops and are now marching towards Datong. I heard that they are
bringing the Emperor Zhengtong with them."

The three of them were deeply moved upon hearing this. Wen Yuan thought to himself, "Finally, they've set out. If the Imperial Mausoleum Faction is truly
in cahoots with the Oirats, they certainly won't remain inactive. The safety of the nation hinges on this." He then asked, "Xiao Yin
, have you told Lord Yu about this?" Little Murong replied, "Not yet, Lord Yu has gone to court."

Zi Yuan said, "When Lord Yu returns, we'll tell him so we can prepare." Wen Yuan said,
"Exactly. Brother Murong is usually so unrestrained, it's unexpected that he cares so much about the fate of the nation; truly
admirable .

" Murong chuckled softly, saying, "Oh dear, don't overpraise him. Do you think my elder brother
likes to meddle in such national affairs? He has no choice but to do it." Wen Yuan was puzzled and asked, "
That's strange. How can he have no choice?" Little Murong blinked and laughed, "I can't say that.
If I do, my elder brother will scold me to death."

Beyond the Northwest Pass, yellow sand swirled in the air as tens of thousands of Oirat cavalry, led by Grand Tutor Esen,
marched mightily towards Datong.

On a distant hill, a man in a blue robe stood atop a withered tree branch, observing the Oirat army
with a cold smile, and said, "What a grand display! But in the eyes of the Great Murong, it's nothing to fear."

Below the tree stood a woman in military attire, carrying two halberds—it was Lan Lingyu. She looked up at Murong Xiu
and said, "Don't be so confident. Military campaigns aren't like one-on-one duels. Even if you're
skilled in martial arts, can you handle so many soldiers?"

Murong Xiu remained calm, pointing at the Oirat soldiers, and said arrogantly, "I just want to see
what kind of people they have under their command, who can hold their own against me. Hmph, tonight we'll infiltrate their camp
. If they're not careful and get their heads chopped off, this bunch of useless trash will be headless too.
What good will they be then?"

Lan Lingyu sighed and said softly, "We need to scout the camp, but killing Esen won't be easy
! If you act recklessly and lose your life, then... then the agreement won't be fulfilled, don't blame me." As she
said this, her face flushed slightly. She mounted her horse, gave a shout,
and rode away.

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)
The news of Esen's large-scale invasion quickly spread throughout the capital.

The Oirat army first attacked Datong. Esen held the Zhengtong Emperor hostage, intending to trick him into opening the city gates. However,
Guo Deng, the general of Datong, was not fooled and blocked the way. Esen then attacked Zijing Pass, but his advance was unstoppable, easily breaching the pass
and advancing directly towards the capital.

With a formidable enemy invading the border, the court was in a state of panic. Yu Qian, of course, would not stand idly by and immediately gathered
the soldiers of the capital to prepare for the enemy's arrival. Emperor Jingtai knew the situation was serious; his throne was in danger if
Yu Qian could repel the enemy. He immediately appointed Yu Qian as the commander-in-chief of all the troops, and ordered that any soldier who disobeyed could be executed first and
reported later .

Yu Qian deployed his troops and arrayed them outside the nine gates of the capital. General Shi Heng advised, "The enemy's forces are overwhelming and difficult
to deal with. It would be better to hold the city and let them suffer a fruitless defeat."

Yu Qian's face darkened, and he said, "Esen has led a large army to attack and has also taken the retired emperor hostage. His arrogance
is rampant. Our army was defeated at Tumu Fortress, and our morale is low. If 　　we hold the city, it will only weaken our position. This is the perfect
opportunity to severely damage the prestige of the Oirat Mongols. How can we show weakness and let them underestimate us?" He personally donned his armor and went out of the city, ordering his generals and soldiers: "This battle is a battle with our backs to the city, a matter of life and death for the nation . Everyone must fight to the death. If any general abandons his soldiers and retreats on his own, everyone may kill him , including me, Yu Qian. If any soldier abandons his general and flees, the rear guard will kill the front guard!" 　　Upon hearing this strict order, the 220,000 soldiers were all stirred. The importance of this battle was obvious . Victory was the only option; defeat would mean the destruction of the nation. Under Yu Qian's impassioned speech, everyone was filled with fervor, eagerly awaiting Esen's arrival to settle the score. 　　Wen Yuan and Xiao Murong, who had followed Yu Qian out of the city to provide close protection, stood by, watching Yu Qian deploy his troops . Xiao Murong suddenly asked, "Hey, if the Oirats attack, will you go into battle?" Wen Yuan replied, " Everyone must contribute to resisting foreign aggression; of course I'll go." 　　Xiao Murong turned her head slightly, her clear eyes meeting his, and she sighed softly. Wen Yuan felt a little strange and asked, "Xiao Yin, what's wrong?" 　　Xiao Murong said softly, "I really don't want you to go to war. Why are you so warm-hearted? You always shoulder everything yourself. Even if you don't care about life and death, I'm worried sick." 　　Wen Yuan patted her shoulder and said gently, "Don't worry, I'll be careful. Do you think I'd abandon you all and easily face death?" 　　Xiao Murong looked at the hand on her shoulder and said softly, "I know, but war is dangerous. Who knows if something will happen to you?" She slightly... She raised her head slightly and said, "Honestly, I'd rather your martial arts were like before, just a tiny bit better than mine, neither too good nor too bad. That way, there are many things you ca n't control or interfere with. You won't have to spar with masters like Huang Zhonggui and Long Yuqing. And you won't have to worry about the Imperial Mausoleum Sect, the Ten Scenes Silk, the Fragrance-Stealing Banquet, Esen, the Oirats… all of that. We could just be the four of us—Ziyuan , Huajia, and I—living carefree. Wouldn't that be wonderful…?" 　　Wen Yuan listened to her gentle words, speechless for a moment. Seeing his silence, Xiao Murong smiled faintly and said, "Never mind, never mind, I was just rambling. Don't take it to heart. I'm going for a walk, I'll be back later." 　　Wen Yuan smiled in response, watching Xiao Murong leisurely walk away, but he couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Looking around , banners fluttered, soldiers moved about, and a sense of impending doom filled the air. An inexplicable, heavy sense of oppression made him think unconsciously: "'From ancient times, on the battlefield, no one has ever returned.' In this battle, just outside the capital , many people will likely never return. Alas, 'Pitiable bones by the Wuding River, still the dream of their beloved in their boudoirs!'" 　　He adjusted the sword at his waist, thinking: "If I die, what will happen to Ziyuan, my junior sister, and Xiaoyin? Putting everything else aside, just for their sake, this battle must be won." 　　With a "whoosh," Wen Yuan drew his sword, his left hand forming a sword incantation, his right hand thrusting the sword forward with a shout. The Lilong Sword shone with silver light, the blade motionless, its sharpness pointing towards the southern sky, seemingly still yet suspended, seemingly floating yet suspended . His stance was already that of a master. 　　As soon as he unleashed the "Guide Sword," Wen Yuan immediately focused his energy, closed his eyes slightly, and abruptly turned to retract his sword . In the instant he retracted, he leaped forward, his foot following, a straight sword beam shooting back six feet, accompanied by . The soldiers nearby, hearing the sound, looked over and saw a white light like snow, its movements as unpredictable as a surging dragon, leaving them all speechless with astonishment. 　　After the "Guide Sword," Wen Yuan showed no slackening, his swordsmanship changing once more. First he practiced "Xiao Xiang Shui Yun," then " Ba Ji You," his movements seamlessly blending with the advanced techniques of "Riding the Wind," "Butterfly Dream," "Crane Dance in the Cave Heaven," and " Three Drunkennesses of Yueyang." Simultaneously, his left hand moved swiftly, sometimes fist, sometimes palm, sometimes finger, sometimes claw, continuously transforming into "Yellow Clouds Autumn Frontier," "Fisherman and Woodcutter's Dialogue," "Wind and Thunder Guidance," and "Floating on the Vast Waves," complementing and enhancing his swordplay, resulting in a series of ingenious moves. 　　Those watching were overwhelmed and dumbfounded, but Wen Yuan remained oblivious, completely focused, unleashing all the skills he had learned in his life. Thousands upon thousands of moves flowed through his mind like a revolving lantern. At this moment , his only thought was to perfect his martial arts to the fullest extent. On the battlefield, whether he encountered ordinary soldiers or top masters, he could not afford to relax even slightly; he had to give it his all. 　　His targets were three: 　　Zi Yuan, Xiao Murong, and Hua Xuan. 　　Late at night, outside the capital, all was silent. Although the Ming Dynasty's military forces were numerous, under Yu Qian's strict orders, everyone was self-disciplined, military discipline was impeccable, and not a sound could be heard. 　　In the capital, within the Yu residence, Hua Xuan lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Zi Yuan sat by the bedside, gently plucking the pipa , the soft notes tinkling, her eyes closed, silently praying. 　　Wen Yuan was worried about Zi Yuan going out of the city to watch the battle, fearing she might be caught in the crossfire, so he stayed at the Yu residence to await news. Hua Xuan stayed to keep her company, but she was also worried about Wen Yuan and Xiao Murong, and couldn't fall asleep no matter what. 　　She sat up in bed and whispered, "Sister Zi Yuan, I can't sleep." Zi Yuan opened her eyes.

She smiled and said, "You can't stay up all night, it's so late. Come, let me sleep with you." She put down her pipa,
got into bed, lay down beside Hua Xuan, gently held Hua Xuan's hand, and said softly, "Xuan-mei, don't worry
. When the Oirat army comes, we'll climb the city wall and watch them return safely, okay?"

Hua Xuan opened her bright eyes, her gaze trembling slightly, and nodded vigorously.

Dawn broke in the east, and under the radiant light of the rising sun, the golden armor and iron horses swept across the mountains and plains.

The Oirat army had arrived. Esen, holding the retired emperor hostage—the former legitimate emperor—led his iron
cavalry from beyond the Great Wall, attacking the capital with overwhelming force.

Yu Qian ordered all the city gates of the capital closed, and personally supervised the battle outside Desheng Gate, leading the charge. He issued
orders, assigning soldiers to ambush the enemy in civilian houses outside the city. He also mobilized several hundred cavalry, instructing them: "You
will advance immediately to lure the enemy. Once you see the Oirat army, turn back immediately. Remember, do not engage them in battle."
The cavalry obeyed and departed.

Wen Yuan and Xiao Murong guarded Yu Qian in case of any unforeseen events. Both of them
glanced at , seeing his calm demeanor, neither overconfident nor fearful.

Half an hour later, dust began to rise in the distance. The dust billowed like
dark clouds , followed by a rumbling, rumbling sound that echoed across the earth, wave after wave of distant tremors. Yu Qian

suddenly shouted: "All troops, prepare for battle!"

The Ming army, swords and spears gleaming, stood ready.

Suddenly, a series of loud noises erupted, shaking the heavens and earth. In the distant civilian houses of the capital, the Oirat army and the ambushed Ming troops
had begun a fierce battle. The cavalrymen who had gone to lure the enemy returned from afar. The leading general rode up to the front of the formation and reported
loudly , "My lord, Esen's vanguard has fallen into an ambush, but the leading generals are extremely brave and
I'm afraid we can't stop them."

Wen Yuan stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Lord Yu, there are quite a few skilled warriors in the Oirat ranks. Let me
deal with them ." Little Murong shouted, "I'll go too!" Wen Yuan waved his hand and said, "No, you protect Lord Yu.
" As soon as he finished speaking, he mounted his horse.

Yu Qian said, "Young Master Wen, the enemy is powerful and we must not be careless." Wen Yuan nodded and replied, "I
understand , thank you." With a shout, he spurred his horse and rode away from the formation.

A fierce wind and sandstorm rushed towards them, carrying with them the bloody killing intent. The residents outside the city had already evacuated or
been plundered and slaughtered. The Ming army hid in the shadows of the houses and, taking advantage of the terrain, launched a surprise attack with rockets and other weapons. The Oirat army was
caught off guard and their formation was thrown into chaos.

However, the Oirat army advanced wave after wave, with successive waves of cavalry charging in like lightning. The Ming army could no longer rely solely on surprise attacks
and began a direct confrontation. The streets and alleys became a bloodbath for both armies

. Wen Yuan charged into the battle formation, where two enemy generals immediately surrounded him. Wen Yuan shouted, "Go!" He drew his sword
, swung it, and sheathed it. The sword was only three feet long, which was not advantageous in battle, but in Wen Yuan's hands, it was superior to the enemy's
long spears and halberds. He easily sliced through the throats of the two generals, ending their lives.

A bearded general came to Wen Yuan's front and shouted, "Where did this little beast come from!" With a whoosh
, a large axe came down towards Wen Yuan's face. Wen Yuan held the axe flat against the blade, using the force of the blow to deflect it
. The general, unable to control himself, was pulled to the left by the heavy weapon in Wen Yuan's hand, fell off his horse, and was immediately
killed by Ming soldiers' fire arrows.

Wen Yuan defeated three generals in quick succession with ease, causing an uproar among the Oirat army and weakening their morale.
Suddenly, a thunderous roar erupted, and a burly man with a thick beard charged forward on horseback. His eyes were wide and round, and he wielded a long iron
spear , sweeping in like a storm. No Ming soldier could stop him. As soon as he reached Wen Yuan, he thrust his spear.

The attack was lightning fast, happening in an instant. Wen Yuan parried with his sword, feeling the man's incredible strength and
the unusually heavy force on his spear. It wasn't the power of internal martial arts, but it was different from brute force; it was clearly the result of
profound external martial arts training, with its own subtle and mysterious power.

Wen Yuan shouted in approval, "Excellent skill! I am Wen Yuan, and who are you?" The general, speaking
in Chinese, replied, "I am Saipo, the vanguard of the Oirat! I captured your Ming emperor!"

Wen Yuan laughed, "Wrong, wrong, it was 'captured with ease'! General Saipo, you captured our
Ming emperor, now it's my turn to capture you, be careful!" With that, he drew his sword and thrust forward three times.

Saipo's spear trembled, deflecting each thrust, and he immediately felt the internal energy of Wen Yuan's "Nine Revolutions Profound Skill" surging through him
. He exclaimed, "Young man from the Central Plains, I didn't expect you to have such strength!" He parried the three sword strikes and immediately countered with three spear thrusts. Wen Yuan met
the blow head-on, his Li Long sword brimming with internal energy, also parrying three spear thrusts in succession. The two weapons clashed, the sound buzzing incessantly, and
the force of the wind swirling in all directions.

But just as the sound of the weapons lingered, a woman's scream suddenly rang out from the chaotic army, her
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=== ... 　　The scene before him, though not quite a bloodbath, was one of thousands fighting, flesh and blood flying everywhere, firearms exploding wildly, flames like red lotuses. This Regardless of victory or defeat, tens of thousands will perish. There are many battles in the martial world, but never such a cruel and gruesome slaughter!" 　　Seeing him distracted, Sai Po roared, his spear swirling around, aiming a fierce thrust at Wen Yuan's chest. He had caught Wen Yuan off guard, aiming for a decisive blow; the force of the spear penetrated to the tip, the wind whistling through it, utterly unstoppable. Wen Yuan snapped back to reality, the spear tip already near his heart. He let out a long howl, slapped his horse's back, and in an instant, his figure soared into the air, leaping above Sai Po. 　　Sai Po was greatly surprised; even as a fierce general, he was completely bewildered by this high-flying, agile technique . Wen Yuan shouted, "Sai Po, surrender now!" Just as he was about to fall, his longsword flashed down, a flurry of attacks, a flurry of blue light, like a white crane swooping down from the sky— the exquisite move of "Crane Dance in the Cave Heaven." 　　Sai Po raised his spear high, attempting to block, but with a few soft scrapes, the spear shaft was sliced into four pieces by the sharp blade of the Li Long Sword. Wen Yuan, high above, suddenly flipped over in a wide arc, deflecting the broken spear with his sword, and then kicked Sai Po in the chest with his right foot. The Nine Revolutions Profound Skill was incredibly powerful; even with his armor, Sai Po couldn't withstand the force of that kick.

A spurt of blood erupted, and the towering figure swayed, falling backward from his horse.

With a series of clangs, four broken spear fragments fell to the ground. Wen Yuan landed lightly
beside Sai Po. Just as he was about to subdue Sai Po, a sudden, unusual whistling sound came from behind him. Wen Yuan sidestepped
, and turning back, he saw three flaming arrows flash past, striking Sai Po's body, one
hitting him squarely in the throat. Sai Po screamed in agony, rolled over in agony, and lay still. The Ming generals and soldiers erupted in cheers
, their morale soaring.

Seeing their vanguard dead, the Oirat soldiers roared wildly, and more than ten soldiers charged towards Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan
froze for a moment, then brandished his longsword, slicing through the enemy soldiers' weapons and sending them flying with a wave of his hand. Looking at Sai
Po's corpse, a sudden sense of bewilderment washed over him: "I didn't intend to kill him, yet he's still dead! What did he do
wrong? He was just following orders. A fine man, and he died like that?"

From all directions, the sounds of fierce fighting and screams of agony rose and fell. More and more people lay on the ground, each step
leaving a bloody footprint, only to be obscured by another pool of blood. In an instant, Wen Yuan felt his heart
pounding , his right hand gripping the sword hilt trembling slightly. A voice echoed in his mind: "Regardless of who
wins or loses this battle, so many have died. But what were they sacrificing for?"

A clear, sharp shout instantly pulled Wen Yuan back to reality. He turned his head and saw a young man in
light armor, mounted on a warhorse, his long halberd flashing through the air, cutting down two Oirat generals who were closing in on Wen Yuan.
The man reined in his horse and turned back, shouting to Wen Yuan, "What are you daydreaming about on the battlefield?"

Wen Yuan glanced at the man; he was dashing and agile, clearly a young and valiant general. Upon closer inspection
, he saw that the man had delicate features and a slight, mocking smile on his rosy lips—it was none other than
Lan Lingyu, the third mistress of the Heroine Manor, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

Upon seeing him again on the battlefield, Wen Yuan was both surprised and delighted, exclaiming, "Miss Lan, what are you doing here?"
Lan Lingyu replied, "The barbarians on the border have invaded our territory. How could the Heroine Manor stand idly by? My eldest sister, second sister, and fourth sister
have all led reinforcements to cut off the Oirat's retreat from the rear. Young Master Wen, grab a horse and charge out first!"

Wen Yuan exclaimed, "The other three mistresses have come too?" He didn't have time to think further;
there were many fallen horses around, so he casually picked one, mounted it, and rode to Lan Lingyu's side. Lan Lingyu
brandished her halberd horizontally, her spirit gleaming, and shouted, "Ah Huan, Ah Ying, Ah Sui, lead your teams and follow
me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, three teams burst forth from the chaotic army, each
led by a young woman, clad in black, red, and white armor respectively. They broke through the encirclement and converged on Lan Lingyu. Ah Ying's group of women from the Heroine Village,
all mounted and armed with spears, were the fastest and arrived first. They thrust and stabbed at the enemy, and although the Oirat soldiers were brave,
they were no match for their martial arts skills and agility, making them unstoppable. Ah Huan and Ah Sui's teams, on foot
, each wielding swords and knives, engaged in close combat with equal skill. Each female soldier and general was no less formidable than the male warriors, and
the Oirat soldiers scattered and cried out in despair.

Wen Yuan was deeply impressed, thinking to himself, "In the battle of Jin Guo Zhuang, these girls may not be as
skilled as those from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect, the Dragon Palace Sect, or the Divine Camel Gang, but their art of large-scale warfare is unmatched by ordinary martial arts sects
. They truly deserve to be called heroines."

At this time, the Oirat army was in disarray and clearly at a disadvantage. The Anding Gate of the capital opened, and Shi Heng led a Ming army out of the city
to join the battle. The Ming army's momentum was unstoppable, causing the Oirat army to retreat in defeat.

Soon after, A Huan and A Sui arrived with their followers. A Huan said, "Third Master,
the sisters say that Esen couldn't break through Desheng Gate and has now turned towards Xizhi Gate." Lan Lingyu looked at Wen Yuan and said
, "Young Master Wen, let's go and support them!" Wen Yuan nodded and said, "Exactly!"

Immediately, Wen Yuan and Lan Lingyu turned their horses around and led their followers westward at full speed. Along the way, several Oirat generals tried to intercept them,
but they were all defeated by the two within a few exchanges. Lan Lingyu, who originally wielded a pair of short halberds, switched to a long halberd
for strategic advantage, her halberd skills remaining exquisite. Wen Yuan, seeing her spirits high and no longer
the absent-minded , was happy for her, though he didn't know why.

As they approached the western city, they could see thousands of troops clashing in the distance, the sound of war drums echoing in their ears; the intensity of the battle
was no less than that outside Desheng Gate. However, the Oirat forces had already suffered a defeat outside Desheng Gate, so their attack on Xizhimen was inevitably
weaker locked in a stalemate.

Leading this group of female warriors from the Heroine Village was Ling Yunxia. Upon seeing Lan Lingyu and Wen Yuan arrive, she immediately shouted, "
Third Sister, Young Master Wen, divide into two groups and surround them!" Lan Lingyu directed her three maids to lead three teams, each charging into the melee
.

Wen Yuan, observing the battle, said, "Miss Lan, the enemy is overwhelming. Although you ladies are skilled in martial arts, I fear
you are outnumbered. It is not advisable to disperse." Lan Lingyu nodded and said, "I will lead them." She immediately spurred her horse
, brandishing her halberd, and charged into the

chaotic army. Amidst the turmoil, Wen Yuan carefully observed and spotted the largest commander's banner in the distance. A thought flashed through Wen Yuan's
mind : "To capture the enemy, first capture their leader. I will find a way to capture Esen. Without a leader, the Oirat forces can be defeated
. There is no need to let so many people live or die at any moment."

This idea was decided in an instant. Wen Yuan immediately spurred his horse, gripped his longsword, and plunged back into
the midst of the thousands of soldiers. Whenever an Oirat general intercepted him, Wen Yuan would first break his weapon with a sword and a palm strike, then knock the opponent off his
horse. Whether he lived or died was of no concern to him. Although he was reluctant to indiscriminately kill enemy generals, the battlefield was ruthless. Even if he did not
kill, he had to subdue the enemy. This was the limit of his mercy.

Although the Oirat soldiers were numerous, none could match Wen Yuan's sword and
palm strikes in terms of genuine martial arts. Wen Yuan charged straight into the center of the battle formation and saw Oirat soldiers protecting a man in brocade robes and armor, exuding extraordinary nobility. Among
the soldiers beside him were the brothers Lin Xiutang and Lin Xiudi, renowned for their archery skills. The man they
were protecting was none other than Esen, the Oirat Grand Tutor who had captured the legitimate emperor at Tumu Fortress and commanded this battle.

Seeing Wen Yuan break through the encirclement alone, the Oirat generals erupted in clamor. One general, wielding a large sword,
charged at Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan did the same, slicing the sword in two with a single stroke, then sweeping his palm across the general's
chest , knocking him off his horse and onto the ground. The Oirat soldiers gasped in shock, realizing that their general, also a
fierce warrior, was utterly powerless against Wen Yuan.

Esen was astonished by Wen Yuan's skill and stared intently at him, asking, "Young man,
who are you?"

Wen Yuan tightened the rope and replied, "A Han Chinese from the Ming Dynasty, a commoner." Lin Xiutang quickly spoke to Esen.
"Grand Tutor, he is Wen Yuan!" Lin Xiudi said, "Our assassination attempt on Yu Qian failed because of this man
."

Esen's eyes flashed, and he stroked his chin, saying, "You are Wen Yuan? I thought you were some kind of
hero, but you're just a young man with such skills."

At this moment, the Oirat general had already stood up, pressed his chest, and retreated with a face full of shame. Wen Yuan brandished his longsword
and said, "Grand Tutor Esen, do you intend to surrender, or will I make the move? War is causing endless
suffering and death. To end this battle on both sides, I have no choice but to invite you to sit in the Ming army camp."

Esen laughed and said, "You want to exchange me for your emperor, is that it? Who came up with this idea?
" Wen Yuan said, "It was my own idea. Even if I can't capture you by myself, there are thousands upon thousands of
Ming soldiers here. I'm afraid you will be defeated here and won't be able to escape either."

Esen secretly looked around and saw that the Ming army was gradually gaining the upper hand. With Shi Heng sending troops to reinforce them and
the women of fighting outside, it was not easy to win. Seeing Wen Yuan's amazing martial arts skills, he had already made up his mind. He laughed and said
, "Good lad, if you have the ability, then come at me!" With a wave of his hand, three generals rode up their horses and
surrounded Wen Yuan. Just

as Wen Yuan was about to meet the attack, he suddenly heard the loud whistling of arrows piercing the air. Startled,
he first raised his sword to parry the incoming arrows, deflecting four powerful wolf-tooth arrows with a series of clangs. He then saw the Lin
brothers each drawing their large bows and nocking arrows; these four arrows were clearly their work.

The three generals attacked, and Wen Yuan countered with his sword, but Lin Xiutang and Lin Xiudi were too skilled archers
, constantly interfering from the side. While Wen Yuan wasn't injured, he found it difficult to simultaneously defeat the combined attack of the three surrendered generals.
In fact, dealing with the continuous barrage of arrows was more difficult than dealing with the three men before him.

At this moment, the Ming army, under Yu Qian's command, had completely annihilated the Oirat vanguard and
surged towards Xizhimen, aiming to crush Esen's central army in one fell swoop. Esen sensed something was wrong and secretly resented Yu Qian,
but he was powerless to do anything. He ordered his three generals to hold off Wen Yuan while he began his retreat.

Seeing that Esen was about to escape, Wen Yuan immediately shouted, "Esen, stop!" He forced aside the three generals and spurred his horse to
give chase, but the Lin brothers fired several arrows, blocking Wen Yuan's path from a distance. Coupled with a large number of soldiers blocking the way,
the distance gradually increased, and he could not catch up no matter what.

Wen Yuan sighed inwardly, "What a pity, such a good opportunity. If it weren't for these many soldiers blocking the way..." He shook
his head and reined in his horse.

A Ming Dynasty deputy commander, seeing the Oirat army retreating, was eager to seize the opportunity for merit. He led several hundred cavalrymen to pursue Esen
, shouting loudly. Lin Xiutang drew back her bow, released an arrow, and with a whoosh, the arrow pierced the
deputy commander's heart, causing him to scream and fall from his horse.

Yu Qian dispatched his troops to pursue the Oirat, intending to seize the opportunity and rescue the kidnapped Emperor Zhengtong in one fell swoop. The Ming army
counterattacked and pursued relentlessly. Although they killed many Oirat soldiers, they still could not catch up with Esen, who finally escaped.

Although the battle for the capital failed to save the retired emperor's legitimacy, it dealt a heavy blow to the Oirat Mongols,
saving the capital. The court and the public were overjoyed, and Emperor Jingtai was especially delighted. Yu Qian, however, remained vigilant and did not
withdraw his troops, maintaining a formidable military presence outside the city.

At dusk, Wen Yuan and young Murong entered the city together and returned to Yu's residence. As soon as they entered the gate, Hua Xuan
rushed over, hugged Wen Yuan, and shouted joyfully, "Senior Brother Wen, you're amazing!"

Wen Yuan was jolted back by her embrace, patted her head, and smiled, "What's so amazing
? What are you talking about?" Hua Xuan beamed and laughed, "Sister Zi Yuan and I watched from the city wall! You dealt with those
Tartar soldiers so easily, as if they were nothing. You don't even know how many times I cheered!"

Wen Yuan smiled and said, "You two shouldn't go fooling around on the city wall. If you get scolded, it won't look good for Lord Yu
." Hua Xuan laughed, "I'm not fooling around." She looked behind Wen Yuan and asked, "Hasn't Sister Murong
returned?"

Wen Yuan said, "She went to see her elder brother. I just heard from Miss Lan of Jin Guo Zhuang that Brother Murong has been with her these past few days,
but she has something to tell me. " "Yin went to see him." Hua Xuan nodded and shook
his head, saying, "I saw several groups of female soldiers. At first, I didn't know they were from Jin Guo Zhuang, but
I found out . Are Sister Lan and the others alright?" Wen Yuan said, "Of course they're all alright.
There will be some casualties, but nothing serious. The four young ladies of the manor are all safe."

The two entered the hall. Wen Yuan looked around and asked, "Isn't Zi Yuan here?" Hua Xuan smiled and said, "
Sister Zi Yuan is sleeping in her room." Wen Yuan was taken aback and said, "It's only this early, and Zi Yuan is already asleep?" Hua
Xuan shrugged and said, "Sister Zi Yuan didn't sleep a wink last night, so of course she's exhausted today."

Wen Yuan said, "How could she not have slept all night..." He stopped before he could finish, knowing that it must be
because he was about to have a great battle and couldn't rest. Hua Xuan said, "Really, last night, Sister Ziyuan told
me to go to bed early, and she even lay down in bed with me. But I fell asleep, and she didn't sleep at all."

Wen Yuan smiled and said, "I'll go check." He entered the room and, sure enough, saw Ziyuan lying on the bed, her face turned
inward , her long hair disheveled, covered by a quilt, clearly fast asleep. Hua Xuan followed him in and said with a smile, "
Sister Ziyuan, Senior Brother Wen is back! Get up!"

Wen Yuan placed his sword on the table, walked to the bedside, and said softly, "Ziyuan, I'm back."

He lowered his head slightly, wanting to look at Ziyuan. Suddenly, a long, drawn-out breath reached Wen Yuan's ears
.

In that instant, Ziyuan suddenly rolled over, a flash of silver light streaked past, and with a hiss,
a pierced Wen Yuan's chest.

At the same moment, Wen Yuan's right hand reached out and pressed down on "Ziyuan's" shoulder, then he immediately turned and leaped backward, jumping more than
ten feet away. But the moment his feet touched the ground, he fell backward with a loud thud, his back slamming into the earth. The internal force hadn't dissipated, and
the short knife in his chest flew out, spraying a large patch of

crimson blood—a horrifying sight. The short knife landed on the ground, flipped over, and splattered blood everywhere.

Startled by the sudden turn of events, Hua Xuan didn't even bother with "Zi Yuan." Her first reaction was to rush to
Wen Yuan's side, crying out, "Senior Brother Wen, you…how are you?" Her hands trembled as she carefully
helped Wen Yuan sit up. Wen Yuan was pale, his lips tightly pressed against his chest wound, and he didn't speak.

"Zi Yuan," pressed by Wen Yuan, trembled uncontrollably, gritting her teeth and groaning in pain. However,
when Wen Yuan attacked, his internal energy had been depleted due to his injury, and he hadn't been able to seal her acupoints. She only trembled violently…
Unable to calm down,

Hua Xuan glanced at "Zi Yuan" and her face immediately changed. She cried out, "You...you are..." She
remembered seeing the woman once, but couldn't recall her.

Although the woman was in great pain, she still smiled, unable to hide her smugness, and said softly, "
Luo Jinling, the daughter of the leader of the Divine Camel Gang, Luo Jinling!"

She suddenly circulated her qi and sat up perfectly fine, seemingly no longer suffering from Wen Yuan's attack. Hua
Xuan looked at Luo Jinling, then at Wen Yuan, her mind in chaos, terrified. She hugged Wen Yuan,
not knowing what to do.

Wen Yuan barely managed to catch his breath and whispered, "Junior Sister, don't worry, I...I'm perfectly fine." He could only say
these words before he was too breathless to continue. Hua Xuan refused to believe it. Ignoring Luo Jinling in front of him, tears
streamed his face as he cried, "How badly are you hurt? I... what should I do?"

Luo Jinling jumped off the bed and pulled a weapon from under the quilt—a crescent-shaped scimitar. She
shrieked , "Wen Yuan, your senior brother is finished! Now I'll kill you to avenge my father!"
With a flick of her wrist, the scimitar flashed like a moonlit blade. Hua Xuan was startled and shouted angrily, "Don't even think about touching Senior Brother Wen!"
He drew his whip, which had already sprung from his waist. The "Kaifeng Style" was swift and fierce. With a snap, the whip tip knocked Luo
Jinling scimitar away.

Hua Xuan was terrified, but his initial reaction was one of sudden calm. He unleashed three lashes with incredible internal force.
Luo Jinling gained no advantage and was forced to retreat. She sneered, "No need to make another
move , your Senior Brother Wen is doomed too!"

Wen Yuan struggled to regulate his breathing, staring at Luo Jinling, and spoke with great difficulty, "
Where is Zi Yuan?"

Luo Jinling sneered, "You miss her so much." Wen Yuan closed his eyes and said very softly, "
If you lay a hand on Zi Yuan, I won't be polite to you." By this time, his clothes were completely soaked with blood
.

With a bang, the door opened, and a hoarse voice said, "I'm afraid you don't have
the strength ." A few clanging metallic sounds rang out, and a person walked in. It was
Yan Tie, who had not shown himself since Xiao Murong shattered his mask.

At this moment, he put on the same iron mask again, and his two eyes, fixed on Wen Yuan and Hua Xuan,
flashed with a cold light. Ten Scenes of 　　Silk 　　(

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=== 　　... Having exhausted all other options, Hua Xuan had no choice but to grit his teeth and use his left hand in a gentle stance to deflect Yan Tie's palm strike. With a swift flick of his right whip, he unleashed the "Vast Desert Wind Style." The Vast 　　Desert Wind Style was a magnificent spectacle; once unleashed, a howling wind arose, whip shadows danced, and a long dragon rolled and soared in all directions. The powerful wind protected Hua Xuan and Wen Yuan, and continued to expand outwards. 　　Although Yan Tie was protected by iron armor, he was unwilling to directly confront such power and hesitated to advance. Luo Jinling picked up her curved sword, slashed a few times in the air, and shouted, "Wen Yuan, you're only clinging to life for a moment thanks to your junior sister's protection. Tell your junior sister to stop, and I'll spare her life!" 　　Hua Xuan glared at her angrily and shouted, "You're so wicked! You impersonated Sister Ziyuan to deceive people, and you're colluding with this monster. I won't let you hurt Senior Brother Wen again!" 　　Luo Jinling sneered, "I don't need to hurt him anymore. You'll see whether he's dead or alive in no time !" 　　Hua Xuan was startled and couldn't help but turn around to look at Wen Yuan. He was sitting on the ground with his hand on his chest, just like , but his pale face was faintly bluish, and red and black blood was flowing from between his fingers as he pressed his hand against the wound. 　　Hua Xuan cried out in alarm, "Is the blade poisoned?" 　　Startled, the power of her whip unconsciously weakened. Yan Tie, with his sharp eyes, seized this opportunity and pounced, his left arm striking the whip. The impact was deafening, the whip's momentum momentarily halted, and it crumbled considerably. Hua Xuan groaned in pain, her hand aching. Yan Tie's arm also trembled, but his attack didn't falter. Protected by his iron armor, he fearlessly charged forward like a wolf. 　　With her "Vast Wind Style" broken, Hua Xuan was greatly alarmed. Seeing Yan Tie too close, she could no longer wield the whip effectively and had no choice but to abandon it and fight bare-handed. After exchanging only three or four blows with Yan Tie, Luo Jinling attacked from behind , her curved blade flashing coldly, delivering three deadly blows in quick succession. 　　Although Luo Jinling's martial arts were inferior to Hua Xuan's, with the formidable Yan Tie ahead, Hua Xuan had little time to spare to deal with her , yet he had to be on guard. He sidestepped and flicked his fingers, but Luo Jinling immediately sheathed her sword and retreated. Taking advantage of the opening, Yan Tie launched a fierce attack, throwing a heavy punch . Hua Xuan quickly turned to defend, blocking Yan Tie's iron wrist with her arm. The pain was excruciating, and her delicate face flushed red. She was extremely anxious: "If this continues, I definitely won't be able to defeat him. What should I do?" 　　That day, Yu Qian led his troops to garrison outside the city, and the Yu residence was almost undefended. The guest rooms were separated , so although the fight was fierce, no one noticed. Besieged on two sides and also having to protect Wen Yuan, Hua Xuan was simply overwhelmed. After holding out for about ten moves, she finally couldn't withstand Yan Tie's palm strike and was hit in the chest, falling to the ground. The palm strike was powerful and struck several acupoints on her chest. Hua Xuan was unable to move , groaning a few times on the ground. Suddenly, her eyes welled up with tears. 　　Wen Yuan, who had been silently bowing his head, spoke softly, "Junior Sister, don't cry." Hua Xuan sobbed , "How...how can this be...Senior Brother Wen, I don't want you to die..." Wen Yuan said softly, "I will stay with you, I won't die." 　　Yan Tie said in a hoarse voice, "Do you think you can escape death today? Do you still hope that the mischievous little Murong will come to save you?" Wen Yuan stopped speaking, only staring at Yan Tie. 　　Yan Tie let out a strange sound from his throat, chuckled twice, and turned to leave with a clanging sound. Not long after,

A petite figure was dragged into the room by Yan Tie, pulled by the back of her collar. It was none other than Little Murong. Her hands and feet
were shackled, and she was dazed. Bloodstains were on her lips and clothes, as if she had been defeated and captured in battle.

With a "bang," Little Murong was thrown by Yan Tie, her back hitting the brick wall, and she fell to the ground with a muffled groan. Hua Xuan was shocked and
called out, "Sister Murong?"

Little Murong heard Hua Xuan's call and slightly opened her eyes. Her expression was extremely urgent, as if she wanted to say
something , but she couldn't speak. It was clear that her mute acupoints had been pressed.

At the same time, Luo Jinling bent down by the bed and pulled a person out from under the bed.
It was Zi Yuan, who was bound by ropes and was still unconscious. Luo Jinling pressed an acupoint on the back of her neck and sneered, "Wake up and
see how your lover is going to die!"

Zi Yuan opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Wen Yuan, who looked haggard from his injuries. She was
shocked and cried out, "Yuan..." Her body wanted to rush forward, but her limbs
were held back by Luo Jinling, and she couldn't move at all.

Wen Yuan silently watched Xiao Murong, his gaze slowly drifting to Hua Xuan, Zi Yuan, and Luo Jinling, finally settling
on Yan Tie, staring at his face, his iron mask gleaming with a cold, silver light.

Yan Tie closed the door and said in his hoarse voice, "Wen Yuan, you're really good at holding on, you haven't
died from the poison yet. However, the longer you hold on, the more pain you'll only suffer." He pointed at Xiao Murong and said,
"You actually let this girl go alone, which led to her being captured by me. This is your own oversight..."

As he said this, Yan Tie glanced at Xiao Murong and saw her
staring at . Yan Tie stepped forward and said, "Before you go to hell, I'll make you wish you were dead. This
little Murong ruined my plans, and now I'll get my revenge with interest."

With that, Yan Tie walked towards little Murong and grabbed her collar. Little Murong couldn't resist, her heart filled
with panic. She glanced at Wen Yuan, her eyes shimmering as if tears were about to fall. A long, sharp "ripping" sound rang out, and little Murong's
clothes, including her bodice, tore open, exposing her skin. Without a word, Yan Tie's two iron fingers gripped her
breasts and squeezed them hard.

"Ugh...ugh..." Little Murong couldn't speak, but she still groaned in pain. The cold iron fingers
touching her nipples sent chills down her spine, and her delicate body writhed weakly.

Wen Yuan's eyes widened, his body trembling slightly, and he squeezed out what seemed like the last sound from his throat, saying:
"Yan Tie, stop!" Yan Tie sneered, "Heartbroken? That's not all. I'm going to
fuck all your women until they're dead. You've never tasted the feeling of watching your beloved woman being fucked by someone else, have you?"

Hua Xuan cursed, "Shameless, despicable man! You can't touch Sister Murong!" Yan Tie chuckled
strangely , "Don't worry, it'll be your turn soon. I'll fuck your tender little hole properly, I guarantee
you'll be so happy your soul will fly to heaven." Hua Xuan was furious. Her face flushed red, she cried out, "You...you're disgusting!"

Zi Yuan lowered her head and said softly, "Miss Luo, are you really willing to cooperate with this kind of person for revenge
?"

Luo Jinling glanced at Zi Yuan and said coldly, "The hatred of killing one's father is irreconcilable! I can sacrifice everything to kill Xiang Yang and
Wen Yuan , what do you know?" As she spoke, she turned around and walked towards Yan Tie, threw
down her curved sword, gently hugged Yan Tie from behind, and stuck out her tongue to lick his neck, which was encased in steel.

Yan Tie stopped moving, removed his hand from Xiao Murong's chest, turned around and hugged Luo Jinling, saying, "You
slut, want to be fucked again?"

But Luo Jinling's stern expression vanished, as if she were a different person, her eyebrows and eyes full of lust, her coquettishness
boundless , she said softly, "Yes, I can get my revenge today, I'm in a great mood..."

Yan Tie pressed her down to the ground, touched her buttocks, and said, "You used to let men fuck you
to learn kung fu to get revenge, now that you've gotten your revenge, you still want to offer yourself up, you're such a lowly slut, so
wanton, even a prostitute is worse than you." As he spoke, he pulled down her pants forcefully, revealing her plump buttocks
.

Luo Jinling let out a soft "Ah," her buttocks tightening slightly, her brows furrowing, and she trembled as she said, "Yes...
yes, I'm a slut, I'm wanton...Quick, give it to me..."

Yan Tie chuckled, pulled his pants down a third of the way, opened the metal cover protecting her genitals, and pulled out a stiff penis.
Apparently, after his first encounter with Hua Xuan, to avoid repeating the same mistake, he had widened the metal cover; although his penis
was already erect, he felt no discomfort.

He grabbed Luo Jinling's buttocks, glanced at Xiao Murong, and sneered, "Let's have an appetizer first,
then the main course." He thrust forward, inserting himself into Luo Jinling's body.

"Ah...ah ha!" Luo Jinling cried out loudly, raising her head,
her sorrow.

Yan Tie moved freely, his ten fingers wreaking havoc everywhere, pinching her buttocks until he had his fill, then pulled off Luo Jinling's top
and grabbed her breasts. Her breasts were quite substantial; when he grabbed them, the tender, red flesh,
glistening with sweat, squeezed out in small clumps between his iron fingers, both beautiful and wanton.

His penis thrust violently inside Luo Jinling's tender orifice, spraying and spraying her juices, leaving a wet patch on the floor. Luo
Jinling cried out in a frenzy, her expression utterly lost, repeatedly calling out, "Faster...faster...oh...good...ah
..."

Yan Tie swayed his hips, coldly saying, "You slut, you're nothing but material for my lustful release, don't get too
cocky!" Luo Jinling gasped, saying, "Yes...yes...it's okay, I...I
feel so good ...ah!"

The two continued their intercourse for a long time, oblivious to their surroundings, until Yan Tie pulled out his penis, his semen gushing
out ." Luo Jinling's buttocks, lower back, and back were successively covered in thick, white fluid. She lay panting on
the ground , her legs crossed, a sticky mess between her thighs, her tongue licking her lips, saliva dripping down. Her expression
, beyond lewdness, held a hint of madness.

After ejaculating, Yan Tie's penis went limp, the tip drooping with barely dripping semen. He walked to
Xiao Murong's side, squatted down, and turned her chin, saying, "Lick it clean."

Xiao Murong glanced at it, closed her eyes, and smiled contemptuously. Yan Tie was furious, saying, "
You brat, lick it!" He thrust forward, his penis pressing against Xiao Murong's lips, his semen staining them.
Xiao Murong tightly closed her lips, resisting desperately.

Yan Tie sneered, "Fine, let's see how long you can last?" His right hand still gripped her chin, while his left
thumb and forefinger pinched Xiao Murong's nose.

A moment later, Xiao Murong felt suffocated. She tried her best to endure it, unwilling to open her mouth to breathe, but
the true energy became increasingly scarce. When she reached her limit, she finally opened her mouth. As soon as she opened her mouth, Yan Tie's penis forced
its way in.

"Ugh, ugh—" Xiao Murong was both ashamed and angry, trying to spit out the penis in her mouth, but Yan Tie's left hand
had already pressed down on her head, preventing her from escaping.

Yan Tie was very pleased with himself and said, "Lick it well, lick it clean, so when I penetrate you later...
Ouch !" Before he finished speaking, Xiao Murong bit down hard, startling him so much that he quickly let go and pulled out his penis. However,
Xiao Murong was injured and her acupoints were sealed, so her bite had little power and did not damage Yan Tie's manhood.

Enraged by the repeated resistance, Yan Tie abruptly turned to look at Wen Yuan, only to find him still
seated , slightly hunched over due to his injuries, yet his eyes showed no sign of fatigue, his gaze
fixed intently on Yan Tie.

With a clang, Yan Tie stomped his foot, shouting, "What are you looking at?"

Wen Yuan pressed his hand to his chest wound, his posture unchanged, his bright eyes still fixed on Yan Tie,
like a pair of sharp swords piercing through Yan Tie's mask, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Yan Tie adjusted his iron shield, pulled on his trousers, and walked to Wen Yuan. Their eyes met,
locked in a fierce stare . Yan Tie looked down at Wen Yuan, who slightly raised his head
to Yan Tie suddenly shouted, "What are you looking at—you're about to die! You're doomed!"

Wen Yuan remained silent, his eyes unwavering, burning like flames.

For some reason, Yan Tie gradually felt uneasy, troubled by Wen Yuan's gaze. His throat gurgled,
his tone wild, and he whispered, "You're about to die, and you… what are you still trying to prove?"

Wen Yuan remained silent, his eyes fixed on Yan Tie, unblinking.

Clang, clang… Yan Tie raised his right hand, his knuckles twisting stiffly.

"You—don't look at me again!"

A hoarse howl followed, then a splatter of blood. In that instant, Yan Tie's index and middle fingers,
their tips stained with blood, had pierced Wen Yuan's eyes. After the attack, Wen Yuan closed his eyes, blood trickling slowly beneath
his eyelashes , his eyelids unharmed. When his eyes were pierced, he hadn't even considered closing
them.

Zi Yuan, Xiao Murong, and Hua Xuan were all shocked. Hua Xuan's eyes widened, and he cried out, "Senior
Brother Wen—ah!" Xiao Murong

gritted his teeth, unable to speak, his eyes already brimming with tears. Zi Yuan looked blankly at
Wen Yuan's closed eyes, her voice trembling, "Yuan…"

At this moment, Luo Jinling had already dressed, gripping her curved sword again. Seeing Yan Tie's sudden attack, she too felt a jolt of fear
, a chill running through her body.

Yan Tie roared with laughter, shouting hoarsely, "Look again, look again! Haha, ahaha
! You brat, you're blind, you're blind!"

Amidst the laughter, Wen Yuan smiled slightly. This closed-eye smile seemed strangely relaxed.

Luo Jinling noticed his smile and cried out, "Yan—"

In an instant, Wen Yuan stood up, palms facing the sky and the ground, abruptly turning and embracing, forming
a circle in the void. Instantly, his true energy spread out, sealing Yan Tie's entire body. Then, his palm shadows spread rapidly, like clouds, like water, like
wind, like smoke, a myriad of phenomena, yet seemingly nothingness.

Yan Tie suddenly felt himself enter nothingness, floating and soft, as if drunk. Suddenly, his body swayed
, and he awoke with a start, then felt a burning sensation in his throat, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He was filled with shock and anger, and quickly retreated three steps to create distance. When he stood still, his steps were unsteady, his internal injuries already
quite severe. He saw Wen Yuan standing with his hands behind his back, blood gushing from his chest wound, but it was not black blood; his clothes were completely red, his face
pale, but his expression was calm.

Yan Tie coughed up blood a few times and whispered, "You...you can still make a move..." Wen Yuan said, "It was you who
gave me this opportunity, have you nothing to say?" Yan Tie wiped the blood from his mouth and said, "For this opportunity, you
even gave up your eyes?" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Of course I wanted my eyes, but unfortunately, my internal energy
wasn't enough , so I probably couldn't hurt you. I had to prioritize the overall situation."

Yan Tie was about to speak when he suddenly exclaimed, "I just...wiped the blood from my mouth?" He hurriedly raised his hands
and touched his face with both palms, indeed feeling the skin.

Wen Yuan raised his right hand, the iron mask already in his hand. He slowly said, "Although I can't see,
I still know what your face looks like..."

Yan Tie froze, turning his head once, then again, then a third time, and saw Zi Yuan's astonishment, Xiao Murong's
mockery, and Hua Xuan's face filled with disbelief, a mixture of hatred, sadness, and mostly disappointment
.

Wen Yuan tossed aside the mask and said, "What else do you plan to do... Senior Brother Han?"

The edge of the iron mask touched the ground, turned slightly, and with a clatter, it lay on the ground, its empty eyes facing the sky.

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=== 　　... 　　Wen Yuan's shoulders relaxed slightly, and he continued, "More than two months ago, my senior brother saved an unknown girl. He said that the girl was willing to sell her body to obtain the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique manual from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect. At the time, I didn't know the reason, but now that I think about it, that was Miss Luo... I should have realized it sooner." 　　Luo Jinling was startled upon hearing this, gripping her sword hilt tightly. 　　Wen Yuan's face darkened, and he said, "I don't know how you can change your voice so easily, perhaps it's drugs? 'Yan Tie' has never appeared with 'Senior Brother Han,' yet he hates me so much... The eyes behind the mask can't be hidden. Now that I think about it, there are so many signs, but I never doubted you... Senior Brother Han..."

"Whose fault is it that things have come to this?"

Han Xi's eyes snapped open, and he roared, "Who...whose fault is it? It's you—it's you!"

A series of loud clangs echoed as Han Xi's joints shifted, his armor vibrating and bouncing wildly, an incredibly eerie sight
. He screamed, "If you hadn't stolen Junior Sister Hua, how...how
could I have ended up like this? I...I'll kill you!"

Two loud clangs followed as Han Xi lunged forward, his iron feet slamming into the ground with a resounding thud
. He thrust out with both palms and wrists, the force fierce. Hua Xuan cried out, "Senior Brother Wen, be careful!"

Wen Yuan, extremely quick-witted, though blind, had already discerned the attack's location by sound. He turned and moved to Han
Xi's right, dodging the attack. Han Xi shouted, "Where are you going?" His wrist snapped back, pulling the force of his palm
back, and with uncanny accuracy, struck Wen Yuan's right shoulder. Wen Yuan groaned bitterly, taking
three steps back before finally regaining his footing.

Han Xi made a grabbing motion with both palms, his killing intent palpable, and said, "Only by killing you can Junior Sister Hua be mine!
You've exposed my secret, so I have nothing left to hold back. I'll show you my true skills." A cold smile appeared on Han Xi's face
as he slowly added, "It's a pity you can't see it anymore, what a shame
!"

With a clang, Han Xi clapped his hands, gathering his energy, and lunged forward. Wen Yuan met the attack with his palm, but missed completely. Suddenly, a jolt ran through
his waist, and he was struck by Han Xi's leg instead. Wen Yuan gritted his teeth in pain, his inner energy dissipating from his palm. His technique, seemingly
unreal , was a counterattack with "Xiao Xiang Shui Yun," but to his surprise, his palm struck nothing; Han Xi had already dodged.

Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong, unable to support Wen Yuan, watched with growing anxiety and astonishment. At this moment, Han
Xi's martial arts techniques were somewhere between his two identities, "Han Xi" and "Yan Tie," combining orthodox and unorthodox methods,
complementing each other . Sometimes they were the authentic martial arts passed down by Han Xuqing, but at other times they were mixed with exotic techniques from the Western Regions, complex and ever-changing,
dazzling the eye. His two iron arms were like a raging storm, pressing forward relentlessly.

Wen Yuan, after all, was already seriously injured. Although his unexpected attack wounded Han Xi, he was powerless to continue.
Coupled with his blindness and disability, he was now in a complete rout, only able to take the beating. In an instant, he was hit by two more punches from Han Xi.

At this moment, it was clear to anyone who was in a better position. Even if Wen Yuan could withstand Han Xi's offensive, he would
eventually fall due to the severe chest injury. Han Xi was also injured and vomiting blood, his injuries were not light either, but at this moment, his remaining strength far exceeded
Wen Yuan's, and his martial arts were unpredictable, so he was practically invincible.

A moment later, Han Xi's skills grew increasingly fierce. Wen Yuan's defense crumbled, and he was struck again, flying backward
and crashing into the wall, blood spurting from his chest wound. Hua Xuan cried out urgently, "Han...Han...
Senior Brother Han, stop! Don't fight anymore!"

Han Xi was about to press his advantage when he heard Hua Xuan's call and paused for a moment, thinking, "She still calls me
Senior Brother, could it be that she...doesn't hate me that much?" Hesitating for a moment, he did not immediately attack, glancing sideways at Hua Xuan.
She lowered her head, tears welling in her eyes, her pretty face filled with endless sorrow. She whispered, "Please don't kill Senior Brother Wen
, please..."

Han Xi raised his hand, hovering it in front of Wen Yuan, as if to strike down. His eyes were still fixed on Hua Xuan as he said, "
If you want me to spare his life, I can! As long as you agree to stay by my side from now on,
I'll agree to ."

Upon hearing this, Luo Jinling immediately cried out, "Wait! Han Xi, if you don't kill Wen Yuan, I will!
" Hua Xuan's delicate body trembled slightly, and she looked at Han Xi with hesitation. Han Xi was eager to entice Hua Xuan to agree, and Luo Jinling's
words were undoubtedly an added obstacle for him.
He immediately said, "Junior Sister Hua, don't worry, I, Han Xi, keep my word and never lie. I said I wouldn't kill Wen Yuan, and this woman can't kill him either! Quick, agree, don't
worry !"

Luo Jinling, however, couldn't agree. She slashed her curved blade in mid-air and shouted, "Han Xi, what did you say?
We already agreed that after the matter was done, Hua Xuan would be yours to deal with, and I would kill Wen Yuan. Are you breaking your promise?" Han Xi
angrily said, "You bitch, who gives you the right to negotiate here? If it weren't for me, would you have mastered
eighty percent of the 'Nine Revolutions Profound Technique'? If you say another word, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Luo Jinling bit her lip tightly, her eyes bloodshot, and shouted loudly, "Nonsense! I want to avenge my father,
I must kill him!" With a wild shout, Luo Jinling charged forward with her blade and slashed down at Wen Yuan.
Han Xi spat and muttered, "You annoying bitch!" His right arm slashed, shattering the curved blade with a clang
. His left hand followed, grabbing Luo Jinling by the throat and slowly lifting her up.

Luo Jinling was terrified, crying out, "Let...let..." She only managed two gasps before her breath dried up,
and after a few moments, she couldn't even breathe anymore, only flailing her limbs in a feeble struggle. Han Xi's face was cold. He
tightened his grip, and Luo Jinling's limbs convulsed, her mouth agape, her eyes rolling back in her head. He flung her
away with his right hand, sending her crashing to the ground without a sound.

Wen Yuan, though unable to see what Han Xi had done, had a rough idea from Luo Jinling's cries, and
his face darkened. Zi Yuan and Xiao Murong, witnessing Han Xi's actions, both felt a chill run down their spines. Hua
Xuan's face turned pale, and she stammered, "You...you..." Han Xi said softly, "See, Junior Sister Hua, I
said I wouldn't kill Wen Yuan, and I really won't, nor will I let anyone else kill him. Come on, believe me!"

Hua Xuan looked at Wen Yuan, tears slowly streaming down her face, unsure of what to do. Han Xi said gently, "
Junior Sister Hua, if it's not my choice, I don't want to coerce you. Do you know how much I wish you would happily
throw yourself into my arms, instead of crying like this? How about it, come with me? I'm doing all this
for you. As long as you come with me, I can spare this boy's life..."

Hua Xuan trembled and said, "Really...really? If I listen to you, you won't hurt
Senior Brother Wen anymore?" Han Xi's face lit up with joy and he said, "Of course! However, you can no longer have any dealings with Wen Yuan
. If you agree, why would I kill him?"

Zi Yuan saw Hua Xuan's expression... Her expression shifted, seemingly swayed by Han Xi's words, and she hurriedly cried out, "Xuan-mei, don't
do anything foolish ! Wen Yuan can't lose you, and besides, this man... he won't keep his promise!" Han Xi glared at
Zi Yuan and angrily said, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Zi Yuan looked back at Han Xi and said, "Since we know you're so good at deception, how can we possibly trust you
? Xuan-mei, think about it, and you'll understand!"

Hua Xuan stared blankly at Han Xi, the image of "Yan Tie" flashing through her mind: the iron mask, the iron armor, the
hoarse voice, the strange martial arts, the scene of him holding Zi Yuan hostage and threatening her—all of this contrasted with the image of "Han Xi."
Some of the figures were so distinct, they were completely different people.

She saw Luo Jinling's corpse again, and for some reason, Hua Xuan thought of a vague dream. Suddenly
, she seemed to realize something, and unconsciously shook her head, but couldn't help but shed tears again, softly calling out
, "Wen... Senior Brother Wen!"

Seeing the despair on her face, Han Xi's anger flared up, and he roared, "You don't believe me?
You don't even believe me?" Hua Xuan cried, "How can I believe you? You... you put on a mask and treated me
so badly, bullying me, and bullying Sister Ziyuan... You've been lying to me all along, it's so outrageous, how can I
believe you?"

These words pierced Han Xi's heart, leaving him speechless. In an instant, Han Xi's eyes flashed with murderous
intent. He thought, "My identity has been exposed today. Junior Sister Hua will never truly care for me. Since things have come to this
, the only way is to get rid of this brat Wen Yuan and snatch Junior Sister Hua away!"

With this thought, Han Xi's killing intent was revealed. He suddenly shouted and struck Wen Yuan's forehead with his palm. Wen Yuan
didn't make a sound. He lowered his head and body in the process. His palm strike was fast, but his movements were even faster. He pressed down as low as he could, then suddenly
turned his waist and stepped back, skillfully avoiding the palm strike. The palm strike missed, causing the floor to tremble. Taking advantage of Han Xi's surprise, Wen Yuan
changed his footwork again, extending his knee and leaping diagonally. In an instant, he went from a crouching position to flying diagonally, passing Han Xi's waist and
delivering .

The palm strike landed, and Wen Yuan had already floated to the side. Only a clanging sound echoed endlessly. Han Xi couldn't
dodge it . His dantian was hit hard, and his blood and qi surged violently. He felt extremely nauseous. He was filled with shock and anger, and hurriedly turned to glare at
Wen Yuan, saying viciously, "Fine, I didn't expect you could still move. I miscalculated! These next few moves will definitely
take your life."

Wen Yuan clutched his chest, panting heavily, his body covered in blood, his situation extremely dire. Hearing Han Xi's words, he shook his head
and said, "Senior Brother Han, you'd better stop now. If it weren't for the iron armor protecting you, this palm strike would have been enough to bring you
down . If we continue, you will undoubtedly lose. I... I don't want to kill you."

Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned. Han Xi first stiffened, then snorted, his eyebrows
raised high , and slowly said, word by word, "I will undoubtedly lose? What a joke, dream on!"

With two clangs, Han Xi suddenly thrust out his palm, his iron fingers instantly transforming into claws, unleashing ten sharp blades that lashed out
at Wen Yuan like a net, each strike audible. Wen Yuan whirled around, the blade grazing past him, narrowly
avoiding being disemboweled. Han Xi shouted, "Where do you think you're going?" and followed up with three more attacks. Wen Yuan
moved , as if riding the wind and clouds, effortlessly dodging each vicious blow.

Han Xi was astonished, thinking, "Even if this kid isn't blind, he shouldn't
be able to fight me so easily under my full pressure, especially since he's already seriously injured. What... what's going on?"

In his anxiety, he attacked even more fiercely, the clanging of metal resounding like the clash of swords on a battlefield.
However, no matter how fierce Han Xi's moves were, Wen Yuan was able to evade and deflect them,
becoming composed. He could no longer see anything, yet as he parried the blows, his mind was crystal clear: "His true
skill indeed formidable. Judging from his offensive and defensive style, he combines Western Region martial arts with our own school's techniques, seemingly similar
yet not quite. I can't see, no wonder I couldn't handle him before. Against any other opponent, I would surely have been
defeated , but he has one major weakness: the sound of metal clashing."

Wen Yuan was well-versed in music, and since his battle with Mu Yanding, he had gained a deeper understanding of the sounds of all things. Every move Han Xi made,
large or small, would produce the sound of metal clashing; how could it escape Wen Yuan's ears? Having lost his sight, Wen Yuan was forced to rely on
his ears, something he was initially unfamiliar with. However, the metallic sound was so clear, unlike fighting ordinary people where
one could only discern the wind carried by the opponent's hands and feet. For Wen Yuan, who could clearly distinguish all sounds, this was the best guidance. Wen Yuan
calmly parried the blows, fully utilizing his martial arts skills. After more than ten moves, he suddenly counterattacked, striking Han Xi's abdomen once again
where .

Han Xi's dantian was injured, causing his internal energy to become chaotic, forcing him into excruciating pain and turning his face deathly pale. Wen Yuan
said softly, "Senior Brother Han, stop." Han Xi gritted his teeth and said, "Stop? You... I swear I won't
rest until I kill you..."

This palm strike was truly powerful. Han Xi never expected that Wen Yuan's internal martial arts were so exquisite
. His iron armor was almost useless in protecting him, and his own power was insufficient to withstand it. On the other hand, although Wen Yuan
had been hit many times before, he had not suffered any further serious injuries. What was troubling him was still the knife in his chest. The difference in their
internal strength was now obvious.

Han Xi clenched his fists and took a step forward with a "clang," but couldn't take a second step. Wen Yuan stepped
forward first and struck Han Xi's chest with a single palm. Han Xi couldn't defend himself and fell backward with several "thuds," a trace of
blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

The situation had completely reversed. Wen Yuan pressed his chest, managing a weak smile.
The bleeding from his wound was unstoppable. He slid down slowly, one hand against the wall.

A hazy stream of thoughts gradually made him drowsy, and the sounds around him seemed to
fade. He heard the sound of a door opening, followed by someone calling his name—he couldn't tell if it was Zi Yuan, Xiao Murong, or
Hua Xuan. A gentle, cool sensation touched his chest wound; something was being applied
. In his hazy state, he heard a girl crying and the comforting voices of others. 　　Before

completely losing consciousness, he only heard someone shout: "Something terrible has happened! The Imperial Mausoleum Sect, Long Yuqing—
"

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=== ...
For a fleeting moment, he felt a sense of bewilderment, for
although he was awake, he couldn't open his eyes; everything was still dark. He then remembered that his eyes had been
injured and he was blind.

Just as he was feeling lost, he suddenly heard a gentle voice beside him, saying, "Are you awake?" The voice
was Zi Yuan's.

Wen Yuan softly replied, "I'm awake." He tried to sit up, but as soon as he straightened his back,
a sharp . Zi Yuan quickly helped him up, saying softly, "Don't get up; resting is more important." Wen Yuan said, "
It's alright." He sat up anyway, pressing his hand to his chest, where the wound had already been bandaged.

Zi Yuan softly asked, "How are you feeling? Is your chest uncomfortable?" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm
fine. But how are you? Did Luo Jinling hurt you? What about Junior Sister and Xiao Yin?"

Ziyuan said, "I'm not injured, and Yinmei's injuries are also fine; she's resting in the next room. Xuanmei isn't injured,
but she..." She hesitated, unable to finish her sentence. Wenyuan hurriedly asked, "Junior Sister, what's wrong?" Ziyuan softly replied,
"Xuanmei...she's been crying, crying for a long time."

Although Wenyuan couldn't see, he could guess her sorrow from Ziyuan's tone, and his heart ached
. He sighed. Ziyuan remained silent, only a few soft nasal sounds coming from her ears, like sobs.

Wenyuan said gently, "Ziyuan, don't cry!" Ziyuan shook her head, sobbing softly, "I...I...
I can't...your eyes..." Wenyuan said gently, "At least I'm alive and well; I
just can't see. Don't cry like this." He reached out and touched Ziyuan's shoulder, wanting to pull her
closer, but he was too weak from his injuries to lift her up. Zi Yuan moved closer to him, gently embracing Wen Yuan, and
sobbed softly, "Yuan, are you really... blind? How can this be... Waaah..."

Just then, Xiao Murong's voice came through the wall: "Sister Zi Yuan, is he awake?" Zi Yuan's
voice rose slightly, and she said, "He's awake!"

A moment later, Wen Yuan heard the door open, and two people's footsteps entered. Wen Yuan said softly,
"Is that Xiao Yin and Junior Sister?" Zi Yuan nodded, then remembered and said softly, "Yes."

Xiao Murong looked at Wen Yuan, seeing his eyes closed, and felt a surge of emotion, her throat tightening slightly. Hua Xuan
sat on the edge of the bed, tightly gripping Wen Yuan's hand, and cried, "Senior Brother Wen...you...your eyes..."

Wen Yuan heard the sobbing and felt a pang of sorrow in his heart. He sighed, "Junior Sister, don't cry.
Aren't making me even sadder?" Hua Xuan continued to sob, saying, "But...but I can't help it...
Senior Brother Wen, Senior Brother Wen..."

Xiao Murong approached Wen Yuan, reaching out to stroke his cheek. Her fingertips lightly touched his eyelids, and
she could no longer hold back, bursting into tears as well. Wen Yuan smiled bitterly, "Xiao Yin, why are you crying too?"
Xiao Murong forced back her tears, wiping her nose forcefully, and said, "I...I'm not crying. You don't want me to cry, do
you ?" Though she said this, her voice was choked with sobs.

Wen Yuan sighed, "Yes, it's understandable that you're crying like this... I don't want you
to be sad, but I don't know what to do." In truth, his eyes had been severely injured and he had lost
his sight; the blow was unparalleled. At this moment, Wen Yuan wanted to cry even more. His eyes suddenly stung with intense pain,
as if a thousand knives were stabbing them. His muscles tensed, and no tears flowed. He smiled bitterly, thinking, "People say 'one
can't cry when one wants to,' but I have tears but can't cry. I can't even cry; it seems my eyes are truly
ruined ."

He then heard Xiao Murong whisper, "I'll go ask my brother, beg him to find all the famous doctors in the martial world, and make sure
your eyes are healed." Wen Yuan said, "With this kind of injury, I'm afraid it's beyond saving." Xiao Murong also knew
this was extremely difficult. An eye injury was not like the flesh and blood of the hands and feet; there had never been a case in the martial world of someone who had suffered external eye injuries and
lost , only to be healed and regain their sight. But she was unwilling to give up even a sliver of hope, saying, "
How will we know if we don't try? I'll ask my brother as soon as he gets back!"

Wen Yuan shook his head upon hearing this, but suddenly felt something was amiss, thinking, "Why did Xiao Yin say 'come back'
?" He asked, "Has Brother Murong come by?" Little Murong replied, "He...he came by, but he just went out again
."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yuan was secretly puzzled, "Given Xiao Yin's personality, she should have asked Brother Murong as soon as she saw him.
Why didn't she ask?" Suddenly, he remembered the fragmented memories he had heard before he fainted, and immediately asked
, "Zi Yuan, Xiao Yin, Junior Sister, what happened after I fainted?"

The three women looked at each other, remaining silent. Wen Yuan received no response and was startled, realizing something was amiss.
He hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" He touched the bed, then suddenly felt something was wrong and said, "This bed
... doesn't look like the one in Lord Yu's mansion. I didn't sleep in it. Where is this?"

Zi Yuan said softly, "This is the Bai residence, the hometown of Miss Bai from the Yunxiao Sect." Wen Yuan said, "
Miss Bai's home? Why are you here?" After this question, there was silence again.

Wen Yuan was even more uneasy and shouted, "Speak! Why is no one speaking?"

Hua Xuan suddenly cried out, "It's...it's Long Yuqing...he rebelled and stormed the palace
! Wei Gaoxin and Ge Yuandang led a group of people to surround Lord Yu's house..." Wen Yuan was greatly shocked and
exclaimed , "Surround Lord Yu's house? Then, Lord Yu's family—"

Xiao Murong whispered, "They all escaped. The two Miss Lius from the Yunxiao Sect discovered that the Huangling Sect's
troops were attacking the palace, so they went to block the city gates, keeping Lord Yu's troops outside the city, and even the people from the Jin Guo Zhuang
couldn't get in. They remembered that we lived here and rushed over to inform us, originally wanting us to go and stop them together,
but we didn't expect that we were all injured..."

Wen Yuan listened and was greatly shocked, saying, "Later..." "Come here?" Little Murong said, "If
we were to fight Wei Gaoxin and the others head-on, we would all be doomed. So I asked the two Miss Lius to lead the way, and
Lord his family all came here to take refuge. Fortunately, Bai Song has a good reputation in the capital. It seems that Long Yuqing's
overall situation is not stable, and he doesn't want to cause any trouble. He hasn't noticed that we sneaked over, and hasn't sent anyone to cause trouble yet..."

Wen Yuan shouted, "Unstable situation? If he stabilizes it, then what will happen! Has no one stopped Long Yuqing
?" Little Murong said, "Big Brother climbed over the city wall and came into the city. I found him and he knows
the situation. He has already gone to the palace. Bai Song also went with several girls from the Yunxiao Sect, but... their
kung fu is not top-notch. Big Brother alone..." Then there was a moment of silence.

Wen Yuan said urgently, "Brother Murong's martial arts are high, but the Imperial Mausoleum Sect has many people and great power, and Long Yuqing is a top
expert. How can we fight them? No, I have to..." Before he could finish speaking, Hua Xuan and Little Murong cried out at the same time,
"No!"

Zi Yuan said softly, "Yuan, don't worry about this. You...you're injured like this, how can you fight
the Imperial Mausoleum Sect? Your sacrifice will be pointless. Didn't you say you didn't want us to be sad?"

Wen Yuan smiled bitterly, "I haven't finished speaking, and you already knew all of this?" Little Murong said, "Of course,
you...you're just too kind-hearted, you don't even think about yourself! Look at you...look at you in this state..."
As she spoke, Little Murong burst into tears again. Hua Xuan also had tears in her eyes and pleaded softly, "Senior Brother Wen,
please , don't fight Long Yuqing...You can't see, how can you fight him? I...I
don't want you to die!"

Hearing his three close female friends' advice against it, Wen Yuan was well aware of the danger. He knew his skills were
far inferior to Long Yuqing's, and even unharmed, he couldn't win. Moreover, his external wounds were not yet healed, and he was blind. To
fight Long Yuqing would be tantamount to suicide. However, he was torn by internal conflict. He absolutely could not allow Long Yuqing's rebellion to succeed
. The Oirat army had not yet retreated; if Long Yuqing killed the Jingtai Emperor, the capital would be thrown into chaos. If
he opened the city gates and attacked from both inside and outside with Esen's army, Yu Qian's army would inevitably perish, the throne would change hands, and the Central Plains
would descend into utter chaos.

Thinking of this, Wen Yuan could not stand idly by and resolutely stood up. But Xiao Murong immediately blocked his
way , shouting, "No! No matter what, we will never let you go!" Hua Xuan also grabbed his
hand, weeping, unsure what to say.

Wen Yuan was extremely anxious and said, "You...you can't value my life more
than everyone else's! If I don't go..." But then he heard Xiao Murong cry out, "The problem is
, it's useless even if you go! Even if you want to fight Long Yuqing to the death, can you hurt him now? Just me and the Hua family girl
can hold you off here. How do you plan to fight him? Don't just throw your life away..." As she spoke
, her voice was already trembling with tears. Wen Yuan's heart softened, and he knew that Xiao Murong was right. He sighed and
said "Zi Yuan, you...you think so too?"

Zi Yuan sighed softly and said, "We are helpless. I know you are very anxious, but sacrificing yourself
like this will really not help. Now, we...can only pray for Brother Murong and the others to have good luck
."

Wen Yuan sat down dejectedly, pressed his eyes, and shook his head repeatedly, his expression extremely dejected. Hua Xuan
wiped away her tears and whispered, "Senior Brother Wen, there's nothing we can do..." Wen Yuan shook his head, looking extremely
pained, and said, "Is there really nothing we can do? Just because I've lost these eyes, I can't do anything?
While Brother Murong and the others are trying their best to turn the tide, I can only wait here in vain..."

Zi Yuan and Xiao Murong looked at each other, feeling unbearable pain, but they couldn't think of any words to comfort him. Besides,
they themselves were still unable to escape the grief of their beloved's blindness, and could only silently accompany him.

Suddenly, with a "bang," the door was flung open, and a female voice called out, "Wen Yuan, Wen Yuan!" Footsteps
rushed to Wen Yuan's side. Wen Yuan was stunned for a moment, and upon hearing the voice, he couldn't help but blurt out, "Han...
Miss Huyan?"

Zi Yuan, Xiao Murong, and Hua Xuan were all astonished, looking at the woman who had suddenly barged in, dressed in a golden cloak that
shimmered throughout the room. Who else could it be but Huyan Feng? However, only Wen Yuan and Zi Yuan knew that her real
name was Han Feng. Han Feng's face was streaked with tears as she looked at Wen Yuan's face, her voice trembling as she said, "You...
you're really blind?" Wen Yuan nodded with a bitter smile and said, "Miss Huyan, how could you..."

But then another rough voice called out, "What a fine son Han Senior Brother has taught! We'll teach him a lesson later
! Brother Wen, can you move now?" Upon hearing this, Wen Yuan was even more surprised, and at the same time, he was overjoyed, and exclaimed,
"Uncle Ren...Uncle Ren? You've come too?" Judging from the voice, it was clearly Ren Jianqing, but he didn't know why he
had come with Han Feng. Ren Jianqing said, "I'm here too? Of course I'm here! Good, your eyesight is ruined, but
your gait is still good, so there's no problem."

Suddenly, another aged voice entered his ears: "The situation is urgent, there's no time to talk. Brother Ren
, you need to act quickly." Wen Yuan was even more shocked to hear this voice, thinking, "Isn't this Mu
Yanding? Mu Yanding, the guardian of the ancestral tomb? He... he actually came too?" Sure enough, he heard Zi Yuan's surprised tone
, saying, "Mr... Mr. Mu? How come you..."

Mu Yanding's tone was very gentle, saying, "Miss Zi Yuan..." "You needn't worry, although I'm old and
senile , I can still distinguish right from wrong. I'm not here to make things difficult for Young Master Wen."

The simultaneous appearance of these three unrelated individuals was quite rare, and Wen Yuan was just beginning to wonder when Ren Jianqing
said, "Indeed, a great calamity is imminent. We can talk later." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly shouted, "With all
the past masters as witnesses, this unworthy disciple, Ren Jianqing, dares to presume to assume the position of Third Senior Brother and issue this order.
Wen Yuan, the second disciple under Hua Xuanqing, kneel down and receive my command!"

Wen Yuan's heart tightened, and without a word, he immediately knelt. Hearing Ren Jianqing not address him as "Brother Wen"
and suddenly address him with such seriousness regarding seniority, he knew this was no ordinary matter. Then he heard Zi Yuan, Xiao Murong, and Hua
Xuan simultaneously gasp, as if they had witnessed something astonishing.

Ren Jianqing stared intently at Wen Yuan, his eyes blazing, and shouted, "Wen Yuan, listen up! From this day forward, you have received
the token of our sect's 'Universal Divine Power' Human Character Technique. No one in our sect, regardless of seniority, may object! Extend your hand and accept
the token!" With that, he waved his right hand, and suddenly a resounding, powerful, and resonant sound echoed.

Each word was like a thunderclap. Wen Yuan was utterly astonished and bewildered when he suddenly
heard the last sound—a sound he knew all too well 　　. His mind jolted, and he cried out, "The Seven-Stringed Zither of Civil and Martial
Arts?" (

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=== ...
But the sound from the strings
was both powerful and gentle, reaching its pinnacle; no other zither could replace it except the "Civil and Military Seven-String Zither. "

Wen Yuan, still in surprise, obediently reached out and took the zither. Ren Jianqing then relaxed his tense face
and smiled, "Excellent! Everything is settled; now it's my turn to risk my life."

Wen Yuan gently stroked the zither, examining its design; indeed, it was the "Civil and Military Seven-String Zither" he knew so well. He
lightly plucked the strings with his right hand while keeping his left hand still; the strings resonated softly, like old friends reuniting, echoing each other. Wen Yuan
smiled and said softly, "I can't see it, but at least I can hear it. Long time no see! Long time no see!"

He then stood up and said, "Uncle Ren, how did this zither return to you?" Ren Jianqing said, "I
have to thank this Venerable Envoy Mu. He stole it." Wen Yuan was stunned and said, "What?"

Zi Yuan was also surprised and asked softly, "Elder Mu, this zither, is it yours...?" Mu Yanding
stroked his white beard and said, "Indeed. I am also a lover of the zither, and I couldn't bear to see such a famous instrument covered in dust and hidden in a tomb,
so I took advantage of the sect leader's absence to snatch it out."

Wen Yuan's expression changed drastically and said, "But in doing so, Senior Mu... wouldn't you be going against the Imperial
Tomb Sect?" Mu Yanding laughed and said, "On the contrary, my actions were precisely for the sake of the Imperial Tomb Sect's reputation."
"Name." Wen Yuan asked curiously, "What do you mean by that?"

Mu Yanding's expression turned solemn, and he sighed, "The Imperial Mausoleum Sect was founded to guard
the mausoleum of the Ming Emperor, and its responsibility lies in ensuring the safety and stability of the country. The sect leader, who leads the entire sect, should set an example. Of the four
sect leaders I have seen, each one is stronger in martial arts than the last, but each one is worse in character!"

Wen Yuan's heart stirred upon hearing this, and he was about to reply when Mu Yanding continued, "Sect Leader Long is acting perversely and
intends to rebel. I cannot advise him against it, but I also cannot..." I watched helplessly as the Imperial Tomb Sect's reputation was ruined, destroyed by his
hand . Young Master Wen, this zither originally belonged to you. I heard that Wei Gaoxin and Ge Yuandang led an attack on Lord Yu's
residence, presumably targeting you. I immediately took the zither and rushed there, partly to stop those two fools,
and partly to return it to you. Unexpectedly, when I arrived, the Yu residence was deserted. However, on my way out, I encountered your
martial uncle and this Miss Huyan, who led me here. Now that it has been returned to its rightful owner, I am content. " Peace
."

Ren Jianqing laughed, "I rushed to the capital to stop my scoundrel senior brother, but I didn't expect to
see our sect's precious zither again. I was worried that if I fought with my senior brother, we would at most die together, and I wouldn't have time to explain this important
matter , which would be troublesome. Now it's resolved!"

Wen Yuan said, "But Uncle Ren, you already gave me this zither, why are you being so careful and
giving it to me again?" Ren Jianqing said, "That's a long story." He focused his mind slightly and pricked up his ears. Listen, she said
, "There's chaos outside, and the palace is probably in turmoil. I can't say more. Anyway, I recently
went to Yunnan to visit Senior Brother Han's hometown. Wen Yuan, Hua Xuan, do you remember? At
the inn outside the capital, your Senior Uncle Han said that after you got married, he would take you to meet someone."

Wen Yuan replied, "I remember." Hua Xuan nodded and said, "Yes, I remember too." At this moment, an outsider arrived
, and she was too embarrassed to cry anymore, so she wiped away her tears. Ren Jianqing said, "
Although I couldn't resist my curiosity and went to investigate myself. And what a surprise! I discovered
another secret of the 'Seven-Stringed Zither of Civil and Martial Arts.' Hehe, this zither has been with me for twenty years, and I didn't even know..."
He then revealed a hint of self-deprecation, saying , "No wonder my martial arts are so poor and my mind so dull! Wen Yuan,
our sect's 'Universal Divine Power' has always been passed down to only one person of the same generation. But that's generally true;
the situation Including your Senior Brother Xiang Yang, plus Long Tengming and Han Xi, there are already three people who possess this skill
..."

Little Murong interjected, "Wait a minute, Han Xi doesn't know the Universal Divine Power, does he?" Ren Jianqing
chuckled , saying, "Don't know it? Of course not! If it weren't for the miraculous effects of the Universal Divine Power's 'Heavenly Character Technique,' how could he cultivate two
completely different internal skills..." He then suddenly waved his hand, saying, "..." "Let's leave that aside for now. Wen Yuan, our sect's '
Universal Divine Power' is profound and extensive, divided into three sets of mental techniques: 'Heaven,' 'Earth,' and 'Human.' Your
three all practice the 'Heaven Technique,' which focuses on internal strength. However, your senior brother Xiang Yang, without the aid of the Taiyi Sword
, may find it difficult to grasp the essence of the 'Heaven Technique.' He has also practiced the 'Nine Thunder Palms,' failing to achieve the power of thunder throughout the world
. If he cannot overcome this bottleneck, he will find it difficult to achieve anything. You must inform him of this."

Wen Yuan said, "Yes. But Uncle Ren, why didn't you tell him when he was practicing?"
Ren Jianqing smiled bitterly, "If I had known then, I would have told you long ago! Alas, I will tell you the details later. The '
Heaven Technique' can be taught orally, but the practice of the 'Human Technique' requires the guidance of the Seven-Stringed Zither." Saying this, he took out a book and said, "Wen Yuan, you already know how to use this zither. Now, I will pass on this zither score
to you ."
"You can grasp the secrets of the 'Human Character Technique.' Although you are blind, Zi Yuan is skilled in playing the zither
, and she can teach you through oral instruction. This piece is truly the key to mastering the 'Human Character Technique,' a universal supernatural art; you must study it
thoroughly . If I truly die at Long Yuqing's hands, you two brothers will be the successors bearing the responsibility for the rise and fall of our sect
. This is a matter of great importance and cannot be taken lightly."

Wen Yuan took the zither score and said, "Wen Yuan will certainly do his best, but please, Uncle Ren, do not say anything ominous."
Ren Jianqing smiled and said, "Life and death are predestined; what impact will a few words have?" He reached out and felt Wen Yuan's pulse
, saying, "Although your internal injuries are not light, your true qi is still relatively even. Judging from your complexion, your external injuries are more severe than your internal ones.
Stay here, practice your skills and heal your injuries properly, and do not come here to show off. The three girls, you must keep a close eye on this
boy ." Wen Yuan smiled bitterly, "They have already kept an extremely close eye on him; Uncle Ren, there is no need to worry."

Ren Jianqing said... Qing laughed heartily and turned to say, "Envoy Mu, would you like to come along?" Mu Yanding replied, "
Of course I will. But as the guardian of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect, although I have disobeyed the sect leader, I will never disobey the Imperial Mausoleum Sect.
Ren Jianqing, I cannot help you on this journey." Ren Jianqing smiled and said, "So, when we get to the palace,
perhaps we will have to settle our differences?" Mu Yanding said, "We will settle our differences on the zither."

Wen Yuan suddenly remembered something and asked, "Senior Mu, has your finger injury healed?" Mu Yanding replied
, "Thanks to my friend's treatment, it has fully healed."

Zi Yuan suddenly said, "Old Master Mu, could your friend heal... Young Master Wen's eyes?"

Mu Yanding's face darkened, and he shook his head slightly, saying, "I heard that Young Master Wen's eyes were
blinded by Han Xi's two fingers. Such an injury is so severe that even the most renowned doctors in the world would find it difficult to heal." Zi Yuan lowered her head sadly and
gently grasped Wen Yuan's hand.

The noise from the street was now audible throughout the room. Ren Jianqing and Mu Yanding emerged from their rooms one after the other
. Han Feng glanced at Wen Yuan, a glance filled with unspoken meaning, which Wen Yuan could not perceive. Han Feng suddenly said, "
Wen Yuan, I also need to go help Junior Sister Qin and the others. You must wait for me. When I return, I... I have
something extremely important to tell you." With that, she turned and, wielding her golden-winged sword, left the room, gently closing the door behind her.

Wen Yuan thought to himself, "I didn't expect Miss Han to return so suddenly, bringing Senior Uncle Ren and Senior Mu with her
. Could it be that she has already resolved the matter of finding her father?" As he pondered this, Wen Yuan waved the musical score and said,
"Zi Yuan, take a look. What kind of music is this?"

Zi Yuan took the score, looked down at it, and said, "There are no words on the cover. Let me see..." Opening the score
, one finds densely packed text. Little Murong leaned closer to look, seeing the strange characters, seemingly Chinese
but unfamiliar, and couldn't help but ask, "What is that?" Zi Yuan said, "This is tablature, each character
representing the fingering for the left and right hands. Hmm... this piece... is in the slow Shang mode! This... is truly rare..."

Wen Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "Slow Shang mode?" The guqin has seven strings, the Gong string represents the ruler, and the Shang string represents the minister...
The so-called "slow Shang mode" is a melody where the Shang string is lowered to the same pitch as the Gong string, implying a subject defying the ruler or an inferior rebelling against the superior
. Although Wen Yuan had learned many qin pieces, he had never played this mode before, and because of its rebellious intent, qin players throughout history
had never played it. After a moment's thought, he suddenly said, "Zi Yuan, as far as I know,
there is only one piece in the slow Shang mode..." At this moment, Zi Yuan gently turned the pages of her book, completely absorbed, and did not respond to Wen Yuan. Hua Xuan and
Xiao Murong watched this, utterly bewildered.

After reading the entire book, Zi Yuan closed the score, sighed, and her voice trembled slightly as she whispered, "
It's true!" Wen Yuan's body trembled slightly, and he asked, "What?" Zi Yuan said, "Guangling Zhixi... this
piece is 'Guangling San'!"

Wen Yuan suddenly shouted, startling Xiao Murong and Hua Xuan, who exclaimed in unison, "What's wrong?"
But Wen Yuan's expression was excited as he exclaimed, "Is it really Guangling San? Which score is it?" Zi Yuan said, "
I've never seen this one before. It's different from... different from what's recorded in other scorebooks. This fingering... um, it really is
the oldest score of 'Guangling San'! But it only has thirty-three beats."

Hua Xuan asked, "Sister Zi Yuan, what is Guangling San?" Zi Yuan smiled and said, "It's a piece of music."
Hua Xuan's face flushed slightly, and she said, "I know that. I mean, is this... is this very rare?" Zi Yuan said,
"Yes, if this is the original, it's a priceless treasure that's hard to find even in a thousand years."

The guqin piece "Guangling San" is traditionally attributed to Ji Kang, one of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove during the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Played in a slow
Shang mode, it subtly alludes to the Sima family's rise to power and their plot against the Cao Wei regime. Another legend claims it
was transmitted by spirits while Ji Kang was staying overnight at Huayang Pavilion. The truth remains uncertain, with much speculation among later generations. Ji Kang was exceptionally talented but also
fiercely independent, offending the powerful Sima Zhao and ultimately being executed. Before his execution, Ji Kang played
a piece on his guqin, saying, "Yuan Xiaoni once learned Guangling San from me, but I always refused. Guangling San is now lost forever."
This means that Yuan Xiaoni had asked him to learn Guangling San, but Ji Kang always refused, and after his death, this
piece became a lost art.

However, later generations have claimed that Yuan Xiaoni secretly listened to Ji Kang playing and learned thirty-three beats, which Ji
Kang discovered. Originally, Guangling San had forty-one beats. Yuan Xiaoni, understanding its meaning, added eight more beats, but it ultimately
differed from the Guangling San played by Ji Kang.

Another account, based on Cai Yong's "Qin Cao" from the Eastern Han Dynasty, states that Guangling San is
the melody of "Nie Zheng Assassinating the King of Han." The story recounts how, during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, Nie Zheng painted his body with lacquer to create sores and swallowed charcoal to make
his voice hoarse, altering his appearance to assassinate the King of Han and avenge his father. However, according to Sima Qian's "
Records of the Grand Historian," the actions of "painting the body with lacquer to create sores and swallowing charcoal to make one hoarse" were those of Yu Rang when he assassinated Zhao Xiangzi, while Nie Zheng assassinated Xia Lei,
the prime minister of Han. Some believe that "Qin Cao" was not written by Cai Yong, but this cannot be definitively established.

Wen Yuan and Zi Yuan naturally knew these stories well, but Xiao Murong and Hua Xuan were less familiar with them.
Zi Yuan's brief explanation clarified the matter for them. Wen Yuan said, "The name 'Guangling San' is
known to , but no one can say for sure what its origin is. Zhu Quan of this dynasty compiled a qin book called 'Shenqi Mipu,'
and the 'Guangling San' included in it is probably not the oldest score. It's a pity I can't see this score, so I can't make a judgment
." Zi Yuan said, "Hmm, this only has thirty-three beats. Could this score be the one passed down by Yuan Xiaoni
? But it's missing the 'Zhixi' part... Yuan, I'll tell you the score, and you can try playing it."

Zi Yuan then explained the entire "Guangling San" score to Wen Yuan in great detail. It used
many qin terminology, which Xiao Murong didn't understand, and Hua Xuan was also clueless. So they simply sat down to the side, and the two of them
talked quietly.

Little Murong asked, "Sister, guess who your Uncle Ren met?" Hua Xuan replied,
"I don't know." Little Murong said, "It must be someone closely related to your sect, otherwise
how would he know so much?" Hua Xuan looked puzzled and said, "There shouldn't be... there shouldn't be such a person...
My father said that all his elders have passed away, and he hasn't heard of any other disciples." Little Murong pondered,
"Hmm, that's strange. Also, how could he have run into Hu Yanfeng? That's very strange too."
Hua Xuan said, "It was just a coincidence."

Seeing that she was listless, Little Murong knew that she was still in a very bad mood, and feeling bored herself, she also quieted
down.

Over there, Wen Yuan had listened to the entire score of "Guangling San" and sat upright, playing the zither, preparing to practice. He secretly channeled his inner strength
, thinking, "It's been a long time since I played the Wenwu Seven-Stringed Qin, and now I'm playing it while injured. I wonder if I can still control it?
Let me try first." He gently plucked two notes, feeling the strength in his fingers return without any obstruction.
He then deeply gathered his strength and began to play.

As soon as the music started, the murderous aura of the "Slow Shang Tune" filled the surroundings, solemn and dangerous. Shang is the sound of
autumn . Ouyang Xiu's "Ode to the Autumn Sounds" says: "The Shang sound is the sound of the west, and Yi is the musical scale of the seventh month. Shang
means injury; things are old and sad. Yi means slaughter; things are too prosperous and should be killed." The Wenwu Seven-Stringed Qin is
the finest . The murderous intent of this Slow Shang Tune was even more evident. The entire room seemed to have become another
world, despairing and lifeless.

When Xiao Murong and Hua Xuan heard this music, their faces calmed down at the same time.
They felt an indescribable urgency and even a sense of bewilderment. Zi Yuan, a master of the zither, had never imagined that the "Guangling San" would possess such
grandeur . Wen Yuan, playing the piece, shared the same sentiment and was deeply moved.

People, having only heard the name "Guangling San" without ever hearing its true sound, made wild guesses—some described it as a balanced and harmonious melody
, others as a majestic and powerful piece. But Wen Yuan felt a profound impact; a sorrowful
, melancholic atmosphere, like a tiny spark, slowly expanded, burning into a sea of fire,
booming …

If "Guangling San" were merely a beautiful piece, it would never have earned its reputation as a timeless masterpiece
, and why would Ji Kang have so resolutely refused to pass it on? Wen Yuan seemed to vaguely grasp the essence of the matter.

His eyes were blind, and in this darkness, Wen Yuan suddenly saw a
white light , its origin and destination unknown, piercing the darkness in a fleeting moment like a
divine sword that had traversed eternity, only to vanish without a trace. Amidst the music, a voice seemed to ask,
"Who are you?"

Wen Yuan froze, utterly bewildered, yet his playing continued uninterrupted. He didn't even consider the
question ; his inner energy remained intact, but a sharp pain shot through his head. He seemed to hear the voice again: "What do you wish to do
?"

Wen Yuan gritted his teeth, his head throbbing with pain, yet the zither music continued unabated. In an extremely eerie state,
the voice rose again, then faded into the distance, as if asking, "Can you stop?"

Wen Yuan was suddenly startled: "All thirty-three beats are played, what about now?" The Guangling San passed down by later generations,
though its authenticity was unknown, was at least complete; the version recorded in this zither score, however, was incomplete. The piece was nearing its end,
at its climax, was it to end abruptly here?

"Can you stop?"

Wen Yuan's heart trembled violently, his fingers trembled slightly, and the zither music
stopped abruptly, the lingering sound slowly drifting away and gradually fading. Just as the melody was about to end, another voice suddenly rang out, gentle and full of concern, asking, "
What's wrong? Are you alright?"

Was it Zi Yuan, Xiao Murong, or Hua Xuan? For a moment, Wen Yuan couldn't recognize it. Suddenly, he
perked up and whispered, "Don't worry, I'm fine!" With a resounding clang, his fingers struck again, the music continuing unbroken
…

"Can you stop?"

For some reason, this voice drifted into Wen Yuan's mind again. Wen Yuan's lips curled into a smile, and he said, "Why not
?" His right hand played with five fingers, while his left hand used a variety of techniques—vibrato, glissando, and other fingerings—unpredictable and varied, mastering the open and closed strings
with unparalleled skill. The unfinished "Guangling San" continued to play endlessly.
Wen Yuan seemed to see that beam of light pierce through the darkness once more, swirling in all directions, illuminating the void, and suddenly
transforming into a blinding radiance. The darkness became a bright expanse, and an incredible sound rang in his ears…

He didn't know when, but the music stopped. When Wen Yuan came to his senses, he felt someone shaking him and heard
Hua Xuan calling, "Senior Brother Wen, Senior Brother Wen—" His voice was extremely urgent. Wen Yuan asked, "Hmm? What's wrong?
" Hua Xuan's voice suddenly stopped, as if she had been stunned for a moment, and she asked, "Are you alright?" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "I'm fine
, how could I be alright?"

Zi Yuan then said, "Yuan, what... what were you playing just now?" Wen Yuan said, "Just now
... I played Guangling San?" Zi Yuan said, "No, I mean, after the thirty-third beat, then...
what was that?" Wen Yuan was taken aback and said, "After that... what... what did I play? I've forgotten everything, I just played it
randomly , it just came out naturally. How was it?"

The three women remained silent.

Wen Yuan, unable to see anything, asked again, "Zi Yuan?" Zi Yuan gave an awkward laugh
and said softly, "Yuan, don't be angry. To be honest, that...that next piece, it was really
...I really didn't expect you to play it like that." Wen Yuan asked, "Played it like that? What do you mean?"
Xiao Murong said, "Nothing, just a complete mess!" Even Hua Xuan said, "Senior Brother Wen, are you really
alright? I've never heard you play such...unpleasant music! It was a complete mess, like you were going crazy
. I thought you'd gone mad!" Xiao Murong said, "Yes, seeing you covered in sweat
, sitting still after you finished, I...I really thought something was wrong!"

Wen Yuan was greatly surprised and said, "Was it really that bad? But I played it very smoothly just now." With a slight
exertion energy, he felt his true qi abundant, his meridians unobstructed, and his internal injuries much better than before. He felt refreshed and full of energy;
there was nothing wrong with him at all. There was only one unusual thing: within his dantian, there seemed to be a fiery energy, warm and comforting,
like the gentle sun. This pure and powerful internal energy was different from the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique; it condensed in his dantian and
circulated slowly.

Then Zi Yuan said, "Although it doesn't sound good, the resolute spirit in the music is very strong.
Although the overall melody is chaotic, there is a clear, unbroken note running through it. That note is very accurate, carrying
the whole piece; that's what your music should sound like. The rest is really unbelievable..." She smiled slightly and added
, "However, this is the first time I've heard you play a piece spontaneously, without sheet music."

Hearing Zi Yuan's words, Wen Yuan suddenly had a flash of inspiration, as if he had understood something. He raised his head slightly and said,
"Is that so?" He touched his forehead; the pain from playing the zither had subsided, and he felt his mind was clear and bright. Although
he couldn't see, he didn't feel unfamiliar with the place. Suddenly, a thought arose in his mind: "Although I am blind
, I am not deaf. Why not use my ears instead of my eyes? As long as I master the skills, I can still fight against enemies."

Zi Yuan observed his expression, her mind stirred slightly, and said: "Yuan, you want to help Mr. Ren and the others, don't you?
" Wen Yuan moved his body and smiled bitterly. Little Murong's pretty face hardened, and she said, "You can't go!" Wen Yuan said
, "I didn't say I was going!" Little Murong glared at him and said, "You didn't say you weren't going! You don't think
your injuries are better, so you want to go help? Even if your injuries are fully healed, I won't let you go!"

Wen Yuan said, "Xiao Yin, you're worrying too much. It's not like I haven't fought Long Yuqing before. How could I not know
how powerful ?" Little Murong said, "This time is different! You...you can't see."
Wen Yuan laughed and said, "You may not have eyes, but you still have ears." Little Murong shook her head and said, "With just your ears,
you'll be fooled by the enemy!" Wen Yuan said, "Even with your eyes, you'll still be fooled." Little Murong said, "In short,
you're not allowed to go." Wen Yuan frowned and said, "Xiao Yin, you..." Suddenly

, a cold laugh was heard, and someone said, "Let's argue, let's argue, anyway, you're not going anywhere!"
Suddenly, the paper window shattered, and a person broke through the window and landed steadily on the ground. Xiao Murong's heart skipped a beat, and she whispered,
"It's Wei Gaoxin!" Wen Yuan said, "I know. Xiao Yin, give me the sword!"

Xiao Murong hesitated for a moment, then heard Wei Gaoxin laugh, "Wen Yuan, you... haha, are you really blind
? Haha, haha, hahaha!" He laughed uncontrollably, seemingly unable to contain himself, determined to laugh to his heart's content.
Wen Yuan said, "So what if I'm blind?" Wei Gaoxin's laughter stopped abruptly, his eyes gleaming, and he slowly said, "It's
nothing. Even if your eyes were perfectly intact, you'd still be no match for me! The Sect Leader, the Emperor, is invincible, and specially sent
me here to let you taste the power of our sect's 'Tiger Talisman Technique'!" With that, he flicked his arms, and his sleeves suddenly
ripped into pieces, fluttering around his arms, quite different from when he usually used the "Divine Weapon Hand" with his sleeves rolled up.

With a "whoosh," Hua Xuan drew his long whip and, before Wei Gaoxin could make a move, launched a preemptive attack. Wei Gaoxin
grinned maliciously, and fragments from his sleeves suddenly scattered. He reached out and grabbed the long whip, pulling it violently. Hua
Xuan lost her balance and stumbled forward. She hurriedly tried to resist with her inner strength, but Wei Gaoxin's internal energy was far greater
than before. Hua Xuan couldn't withstand it and was forced to release the whip, which he immediately snatched away. Wei Gaoxin casually
tossed the whip aside and shouted, "A petty trick! You three kids had better get out of the way. I'll deal with you after I kill
Wen Yuan!"

At this moment, Little Murong had already taken the Lilong Sword from the bedside, but instead of handing it to Wen Yuan, he drew the sword himself and shouted, "Do
n't be so smug! If my elder brother were here, I guarantee he'd kill you until you cried for your parents. You don't dare fight my elder brother, so you
come here to bully people. Aren't you ashamed?" Wei Gaoxin sneered, "You mean Big Murong? Heh heh, that
Big Murong, he... heh heh, he... is he still alive? Haha, heh heh!"

His words were incoherent and his tone was strange, but Little Murong was startled and shouted, "
What nonsense are you talking about?" Wei Gaoxin continued to sneer, saying, "Big Murong overestimated himself and challenged the Emperor, the sect leader.
When I was ordered to leave the palace, I heard screams of agony inside." "I think, by now, the eldest Murong... hehe, is probably already
reduced to ashes . Little Murong, why don't you go and see for yourself, and help your brother collect his body? Hehe, there are still a few Yunxiao
Sect kids who refused to submit obediently, kill them all, and you can deal with them all at once!"

Little Murong was shocked and doubtful, and shouted angrily: "Nonsense, you're talking nonsense!" Wei Gaoxin said: "Whether it's
nonsense or not, you'll know when you go and see. After I kill Wen Yuan, I'll have to take the three of you with me. The sect leader and
the emperor are very merciful and want to take you into the harem! Haha, ha..." He was speaking smugly
when suddenly a sword light flashed, and Wen Yuan had snatched the Lilong Sword from Little Murong's hand. With a fierce swing of the sword, the white light was like snow.

Wei Gaoxin thought he had suddenly launched an attack, and hurriedly jumped back, but saw that he was sitting in the same place, without moving.
He cursed, "Even on the verge of death, you still put on a show! Wen Yuan—" With a roar, Wei Gaoxin
rushed forward, his right hand like a knife, a sword, a spear, while his left hand formed the "Fangtian Huaji stance," the very same
divine weapon technique he had used against Wen Yuan, the "Three Heroes Fighting Lü Bu," which had once given him the upper hand. Wen Yuan suddenly shouted, "
Wei Gaoxin, watch out!"

Wei Gaoxin's eyes suddenly lit up as the Lilong sword swept past him with incredible speed and ferocity. He was immediately alarmed
, ducking to avoid it. Suddenly, the sword light spun rapidly and slashed down. In a flash, Wei Gaoxin felt a chill on his left hand
; half of his arm flew off. The "Fangtian Huaji stance" was shattered by the sword. Wei Gaoxin screamed and cried out in agony, his right hand's
moves suddenly becoming chaotic.
Then Wen Yuan shouted sharply, "Who's bluffing?" The sword light had just fallen when it flew up again in an instant. A flash of cold light appeared, and Wen Yuan's long sword was held horizontally. Wei Gaoxin's wildly flailing right hand was thrown into the air and
fell far away, blood splattering all over the ground. Wei Gaoxin let out another wild howl, extremely shrill, shouting, "My hand...
my hand..."

Wen Yuan pointed his sword at Wei Gaoxin's chest and shouted, "Who did you kill?" Wei Gaoxin seemed to have lost his mind and gone mad,
shouting "Wh...what?" Wen Yuan shouted angrily, "You just said that you killed the girl from the Yunxiao Sect?
" Wei Gaoxin shouted, "Killed...killed...of course I killed her!"

Wen Yuan took a light breath and said, "You, you..." Suddenly,
the heat powerful force rushed to the sword in Wen Yuan's hand. He suddenly exerted his strength, and the Lilong
Sword went in and out, blood scattering everywhere. Wei Gaoxin screamed loudly, his chest pierced through. He staggered back
a few steps, fell backward to the ground, twitched a few times, and then lay still. Zi Yuan had already turned her head away, unable to bear watching any longer.
Xiao Murong and Hua Xuan, seeing Wen Yuan's attacks as swift and unparalleled as lightning, effortlessly slaying the formidable Wei Gaoxin as if cutting melons and
vegetables, were stunned by his imposing presence and speechless for a moment.

Wen Yuan wiped the blood from his sword and said, "Long Yuqing already knows we're here, and it
's no longer . This guy calls Long Yuqing 'Sect Leader Emperor,' I don't know if he's truly succeeded,
or if I'm just giving him empty praise. Xiao Yin, now that things have come to this, even if you don't agree, I have to go
!"

Xiao Murong grunted, though she didn't speak, her expression clearly wavering, her heart filled with worry
for Murong Xiu 's safety. Hua Xuan picked up the long whip, lowered his head, and said, "Senior Brother Wen, if you're going, we
'll all go with you." He added, "Sister Ziyuan too." Wen Yuan asked, "Ziyuan?" Ziyuan
said, "Yes, we've decided. No matter who's missing, the remaining people won't be able to bear it, right
?"

Little Murong sighed, "Forget it, forget it, I can't even sit still myself." He touched the short sword in his bosom and
said, "Let's go then!"

In the Imperial Palace, on the Fengtian Hall, Long Yu sat aloof on his dragon throne, looking at the scene in the hall with smug satisfaction. There were no fewer than a hundred people lying
on the ground , either corpses or naked women, mostly palace eunuchs, guards, and maids. Long
Tengming entered through the main gate, kicked aside a corpse, and laughed, "Father..."

Long Yuqing's eyes widened, "What?" Long Tengming said, "No, I misspoke. Father,
I have found another woman, the favored concubine of Emperor Jingtai." Long Yuqing laughed, "Very good, bring her
here ."

Long Tengming beckoned with his right hand, and two men from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect carried a concubine in. Long Yuqing rose from his
seat , walked into the hall, and said, "What is her name?" Long Tengming said, "I didn't ask, but I heard the other
palace maids call her Consort Qiong."

Long Yuqing's eyes flashed like lightning as he sized up Consort Qiong. Her clothes were undoubtedly gorgeous,
and her face was fair and delicate, very beautiful. She looked quite young, no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. Her bright
eyes showed a hint of fear as she looked at the surrounding corpses, trembling uncontrollably.

Long Yuqing touched her cheek and laughed, "Not bad, a beauty. From now on, you must
serve me well. Heh heh, haha!" Consort Qiong turned her head in horror, trembling, "You...who are you?
How...how dare you be so rude..."

But Long Yuqing laughed loudly, "Who? I am the Emperor!" Suddenly his gaze sharpened
, "Where is the Emperor of the Great Ming, Zhu Qiyu, hiding?" Consort Qiong trembled under his gaze, "I...
I don't know..." Long Yuqing frowned slightly and sneered, "Tengming, all of you, step back." Long Tengming
and two burly men obeyed and left the hall. Although Consort Qiong was free, she was too frightened to move and slumped to the ground.
Long Yuqing stepped on her skirt and sneered, "Listen carefully, from now on, the Emperor you will serve
is here!"

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