Ten Scenery Satin 121-140

This post was last edited by icemen00 on 2014-10-3 at 05:30. 　　Ten Scenes (One Hundred and
Twenty-One)

＝ ... 　　One of the henchmen, feeling uneasy from the wind, said, "Third King, this place is too eerie. We should leave first." Guo Degui, though suspicious, didn't want to lose face in front of his men, so he shouted , "Bah! It's just a few birds chirping and a gust of cold wind. What's the big deal? We've been in these mountains for two days already, what's happened? If we go down and encounter government troops searching, wouldn't that be too much trouble? What are you afraid of? Follow me!" He picked up his double hammers and walked in the direction the wind was blowing. 　　The henchmen dared not disobey and had no choice but to follow. Zhao Wanyan was grabbed by the arms by two of them and dragged along, feeling an indescribable fear. The birds in the mountains continued to chirp incessantly. 　　After walking a dozen or so paces, in the darkness, they could vaguely make out a canyon ahead, from which the wind was coming from. Guo Degui noticed a dark spot on the cliff face of the canyon. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a naturally formed cave . Overjoyed, he exclaimed, "Excellent! We'll hide in this cave all the time, and we won't have to suffer from the wind and rain anymore!" Turning to look at Zhao Wanyan, he saw fear filling her clear eyes, her body trembling slightly , looking incredibly frail. A wicked thought arose in his mind again. He shouted, "Let's take this girl to the cave first, so she can't escape . This girl is that old thief Zhao Tingrui's daughter. After I've properly dealt with her, all of you brothers can have a share and enjoy yourselves, venting the anger that old thief Zhao has caused us!" The bandits shouted loudly, all extremely excited . The two men who had captured Zhao Wanyan couldn't wait and dragged her towards the cave. 　　Although Zhao Wanyan knew that struggling was futile, she still resisted desperately, pleading, "Chief Guo , please... please don't do this. When I attacked you and my elder brother, I didn't make things difficult for you..." Guo Degui wouldn't listen, and chuckled sinisterly. 　　The two thieves dragged Zhao Wanyan to the cave entrance, and suddenly felt a chilling aura rush towards them . All three of them shivered. The two henchmen cried out, "Third King, this cave entrance is strange, there's a cold air, it's freezing!" 　　Guo Degui was just imagining how beautiful and alluring Zhao Wanyan's body must be, and was very impatient when he was disturbed . He cursed, "What nonsense are you talking about? Go in!" The two thieves stared at each other, and had no choice but to drag Zhao Wanyan into the cave. One of them held a torch, and in the torchlight, they saw that the cave was about two zhang high and four or five zhang deep, and turned to the left. One man stroked Zhao Wanyan's chin and laughed, "This place is nice; the little girl's moans will be doubly pleasurable." Another man said, "It's a pity the Third King has to play with her first. He always gets the girl all greasy; it's not very comfortable to do it with her." The first man had a sudden thought and lewdly said, " If I can't have this little girl before the Third King, I can at least touch her a few times." As he spoke, he reached out and touched Zhao Wanyan's thigh. 　　Zhao Wanyan screamed and stepped aside, but the other man took the opportunity to grab her from behind and grab her chest . He casually put the torch on the ground, and the two men each grabbed Zhao Wanyan's hands and feet, pressing her down to the ground . Their four hands rushed to invade every part of her body. Zhao Wanyan cried out urgently, "No...no... " Tears streamed down her face, but she still couldn't stop the two men's wicked acts. One hand was already kneading her breasts, and lewd laughter echoed in the cave. 　　Suddenly, a blast of cold air shot out from the left corner of the cave passage, extinguishing and plunging the cave into darkness. The cold was truly bone-chilling; in an instant, the three felt as if their blood had frozen, their teeth chattering. The two thieves were terrified, finding the sudden chill incredibly eerie. In their panic, just as they were about to get up, they heard a voice from the left side of the cave say, "Get out ." The tone was strangely cold and indifferent, like a taut steel wire, devoid of emotion, unlike a human voice. 　　The two thieves and Zhao Wanyan, hearing the sudden, eerie voice from within the cave, were both startled and horrified . A gust of cold wind swept in, as if their very souls were being carried away by this ghostly, eerie wind. Two henchmen screamed in terror, ignoring Zhao Wanyan, and scrambled out of the cave, shouting, "Ghosts! Ghosts!" 　　Guo Degui, who had been wondering why the fire in the cave had suddenly gone out, was startled to see the two men emerge in such a disheveled state, crying out that there were ghosts. He asked, "Ghosts?" One of the henchmen, pale-faced, stammered, "Third ...Third...Third King, there's a...a...a ghost in the cave!" The other nodded vigorously, too frightened to utter a single word. 　　Seeing their panicked expressions, Guo Degui felt a chill run down his spine. He thought to himself, "Could there really be some kind of , causing this strange wind? To hell with it, I have to get that girl out of here first." He immediately led his henchmen forward to explore the cave. 　　Zhao Wanyan was left alone in the cave, where it was almost pitch black. Still shaken, she thought to herself, "These wicked people are so afraid, could it be... could there really be ghosts? That voice... it doesn't sound like a human's voice at all. " For a moment, she didn't know whether to be thankful for being temporarily spared from humiliation or worried about the terrifying ghosts in the cave. Just then, the voice spoke again: "If you don't want to die, get out of here." 　　Hearing these few cold, hard words, Zhao Wanyan felt a chill run down her spine. Suppressing her fear , she asked in a trembling voice, "Are you... are you a human or a ghost?" This time, the voice uttered only one word: "Ghost." 　　Zhao Wanyan was naturally timid, and upon hearing this word, she trembled, almost screaming in fright. But then she thought, "Would a ghost really admit to being a ghost?" However, she had never seen a ghost before, so she couldn't really question it. Instead, she felt a little calmer, thinking, "Even if he is a ghost, he doesn't seem too vicious. If I go out, I'll definitely be caught by those people. Rather than lose my chastity, I'd rather risk dealing with a ghost. " This was a desperate, whimsical thought, completely disregarding the "ghost's" feelings. She whispered, " Ghost... Mr. Ghost, could you let me hide here for a while? There's a group of evil people outside, they... they want to catch me."

The voice asked, "Who are those people?" Zhao Wanyan whispered, "They are...the third
leader of White Tiger Stronghold, his surname is Guo." The voice was silent for a moment, then said, "Come here." Zhao Wanyan heard that he still spoke
without any life in his eyes, which was frightening, but he didn't seem to have any intention of harming her. So she mustered her courage and felt her way along
the cave wall to the left bend. In the darkness, she couldn't see anything
. She didn't know which way to speak, so she said, "Mr. Ghost, where are you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a faint light shone in. It was Guo Degui leading his men in to investigate. By
the light of the fire, Zhao Wanyan caught a glimpse of a shadow beside her. Just as she was about to turn her head to look at him, she suddenly
heard a whoosh. Zhao Wanyan felt a cold air sweep past her, and the firelight went out instantly. She heard the bandits scream in alarm, and then darkness returned.

Suddenly, she heard several heavy footsteps. It was Guo Degui, who had boldly walked over. He clashed his hammers together,
a deafening crash echoing through the cave. Riding the momentum
, he shouted, "What demons and monsters? Show yourselves! I'll smash you with one blow!" Before he could finish his sentence, Zhao Wanyan suddenly felt a
suction force pulling her back, a gust of wind whistling past like tearing cloth, followed by a
pig-like scream, several heavy clanging sounds, and then a chorus of terrified screams.

Confused and bewildered, Zhao Wanyan heard the voice beside her, coldly saying, "Guo
Degui, this won't kill you. Get out of here now. If you bother me again, I'll kill you all
." The bandits, terrified, scattered in a chaotic frenzy, helping Guo Degui as they fled.

Zhao Wanyan stood there stunned for a moment, then, realizing the bandits had escaped, she felt a wave of relief and, unable to hold on any longer,
slowly slumped against the cave wall. The voice fell silent. Zhao Wanyan calmed down slightly and thought to herself, "He doesn't seem to be
a ghost. Ghosts should snatch a person's soul in an instant. How could he have
martial arts moves like my elder brother and the others?"

She stared blankly for a while, then whispered, "Thank you for helping me. You...you shouldn't be a ghost,
right?" The voice said coldly, "I am a ghost." Hearing him still say that he was a ghost, Zhao Wanyan
was quite frightened and whispered, "But...but you can talk to me like this, it doesn't seem like...
it doesn't seem like a ghost. You...what kind of ghost are you?" As soon as she said this, the voice stopped. After
a long while, the voice said, "In the entire martial arts world, there is only one ghost, Huang Zhonggui." The person in the cave was

Huang 　　Zhonggui, the guardian of the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum, who was second only to Long Yuqing in the Imperial Mausoleum Sect. He was defeated by the combined forces of Murong Xiu, Xiang Yang, and Wen Yuan in the battle at Jin Guo Manor, and was even struck by Wen Yuan's sword, suffering a severe wound. After retreating, he did not return to the capital to report, but instead went to the mountains alone to heal his injuries. The Taiyin True Qi he cultivated was an extremely unpredictable and domineering internal martial art, incredibly powerful in both offense and defense. However, it had one disadvantage: while it was easy to heal internal injuries, it was much harder for external injuries to heal than for ordinary people. However, Huang Zhonggui cultivated both internal and external skills, and was almost invincible in battle. Even when he suffered external injuries, they were usually minor. Only this time was he severely injured, forcing him to seek a place to hide and recuperate. 　　Zhao Wanyan rarely discussed martial arts matters with Xiang Yang and knew little about the Huangling Sect. She was unaware of Huang Zhonggui's identity , and upon hearing his words, she breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "So you're also a figure in the martial world. Then you're not a ghost." The surroundings were no longer as cold as before, but still shrouded in darkness. Zhao Wanyan felt uneasy and whispered, "Mr. Huang, may I light a fire?" Huang Zhonggui replied, "Light." His tone was concise, as if he didn't want to say another word. Zhao Wanyan took out a flint and, in the darkness , piled together the torches that Guo Degui and the others had thrown down and lit them. 　　As soon as the fire started, the cold air in the cave suddenly intensified, and the flame dimmed, seemingly about to go out at any moment. Although the firelight in the cave, his face gloomy, his eyes empty, and his whole body exuding a gray aura, just like a stone sculpture, devoid of any human presence. Upon seeing him, Zhao Wanyan's heart skipped a beat. She thought, "Is this person really still alive ? If he insists he's a ghost, I might believe him too." 　　Huang Zhonggui stared intently at Zhao Wanyan and said, "You're all alone, wandering deep into the mountains at night. What brings you here?" Zhao Wanyan heard his questions, which, though cold and unhurried, seemed to contain no malice . She immediately whispered, "I... I originally lived in a village at the foot of the mountain, but tonight these bandits attacked, so I fled here." Huang Zhonggui remained silent for a long time, then said, "Your appearance and clothing don't suggest you're a peasant girl. Who are you?" 　　Zhao Wanyan didn't want to reveal her identity as a princess, but she didn't know how to respond . She hesitated timidly for a while before saying, "Actually, I... I... I came out of my home to look for someone." As she spoke, she lowered her head , too embarrassed to speak to Huang Zhonggui. Her demeanor was that of a delicate young girl. Huang Zhonggui asked, "Who are you looking for?" Zhao Wanyan blushed, unable to speak. 　　Seeing her silence, Huang Zhonggui suddenly stretched out his right arm, his palm seemingly grasping. With a surge of internal force, Zhao Wanyan involuntarily leaned forward, suddenly feeling a tight grip on her wrist. Her left wrist was now held firmly by Huang Zhonggui's five fingers. She cried out in alarm, "Ah...you...what are you doing?" Huang Zhonggui remained silent. Instantly, a chill emanated from his hand, causing Zhao Wanyan to tremble violently. She felt dizzy, her mind went blank, and her body slowly went limp. 　　Huang Zhonggui had originally intended to test her internal strength, but he hadn't expected her to be completely unskilled in martial arts and so frail . She fainted after just one test. He withdrew the chill and channeled his inner energy. Zhao Wanyan let out a soft moan, her mind slowly returning to normal. She struggled to sit up, leaning against the cave wall, still shivering from the cold . She looked at Huang Zhonggui nervously, her expression flustered, and whispered, "You…you…" 　　Huang Zhonggui said, "I was just testing your martial arts. You don't know martial arts?" Zhao Wanyan shook , shrinking back, her heart filled with fear. She whispered, "I don't know martial arts." Huang Zhonggui looked at her for a moment and asked, "Who is Brother Xiang?" 　　Zhao Wanyan was startled, then thought, "He must have overheard what I said to Guo Degui." Thinking of Xiang Yang, Zhao Wanyan's fear lessened slightly, and a feeling of happiness welled up inside her. She whispered, "Brother Xiang, he… I'm going to find him." Huang Zhonggui said, "His martial arts are quite formidable?" Zhao Wanyan smiled slightly , "I don't understand these things, and I can't really say, but I think so."

Huang Zhonggui's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked, "What is this person's name?" Zhao Wanyan's ears
burned slightly, and she hesitated to answer. Huang Zhonggui asked, "This man's surname is Xiang, isn't his name Xiang Yang?"

Zhao Wanyan was startled upon hearing this and exclaimed, "Ah, you...how do you know? You
know Brother Xiang?" Huang Zhonggui replied, "Yes, I do." Zhao Wanyan's heart pounded, her face flushed, and she was so embarrassed she didn't know
what to say. She thought, "He knows Brother Xiang, so...is he Brother Xiang's friend? But Brother Xiang
has never mentioned him to me. He was willing to help me, so he shouldn't be a bad person, but...but...
who exactly is he?"

Huang Zhonggui, knowing that Zhao Wanyan was going to look for Xiang Yang, had another idea in mind and asked, "You said you're looking for
Xiang Yang , where are you going to look?" Zhao Wanyan's mind was in turmoil. After a moment of hesitation, she whispered, "We
agreed to meet at a certain place, but...I just don't know if he's there." Huang Zhonggui said:
"You're his wife?" Zhao Wanyan's heart skipped a beat, her face flushed red with embarrassment, and she whispered, "Not...
not yet ..."

In a moment, several thoughts raced through Huang Zhonggui's mind, and he said, "Since you don't know martial arts,
if you encounter bandits on the road, you might not be able to escape danger." Zhao Wanyan whispered, "I know, but...
there's nothing I can do, I have to go see Brother Xiang." Huang Zhonggui said, "You stay here, wait for me
to heal my injuries two days, and I'll take you to meet Xiang Yang, how about that?"

Zhao Wanyan was taken aback and said, "You...you'll take me to see Brother Xiang?" Huang Zhonggui said, "That's right."
Zhao Wanyan still couldn't believe it, saying, "This...this makes no sense." Huang Zhonggui said, "I
was going to find Xiang Yang as soon as I finished healing here, not because of you." Zhao Wanyan found it
unbelievable and asked, "What do you want with Brother Xiang?" Huang Zhonggui said, "I have my own business."

Zhao Wanyan secretly scrutinized Huang Zhonggui, unsure whether to trust him. Hesitant, she whispered:
"But...but...how can I, a young woman,...travel with you..." Huang Zhonggui said, "
No need to worry, just wait here for me for two days. Once I've healed, I'll set off on my own. I won't
show myself along the way; I'll just secretly follow you, and no one will know. You'll be traveling as if you were alone."

Although Zhao Wanyan didn't know Huang Zhonggui's identity, seeing how easily he had driven away Guo Degui and the others, and his extraordinary aura,
she guessed he must be an extraordinary figure in the martial arts world. Hearing that he was willing to protect her, she thought to herself, "This man
is so powerful; if he wants to coerce me, I won't be able to resist." " Alright. Judging from what he said, he might not have any ill intentions
. I'll trust him this once and see Brother Xiang first."

Having made up her mind, Zhao Wanyan nodded slightly and whispered, "Mr. Huang, do you mean we have to wait here for two more
days ?" Huang Zhonggui said, "That's right, we can set off in two days." Zhao Wanyan hesitated for a moment and
whispered, "Okay, I... I'll wait. You must leave when the time comes." Huang Zhonggui said, "
Very good . We'll set off in two days. I guarantee you a safe journey." He raised his hand lightly, sending out a gust of cold air,
extinguishing the flames instantly, and the cave was pitch black again. Huang Zhonggui said, "Sleep now," and then fell silent.

Seeing that he was no longer moving, Zhao Wanyan calmed herself and listened carefully. She could only hear her own breathing in the cave,
as if she were the only one in the darkness, and Huang Zhonggui had vanished into thin air.

She was naturally shy and would have found it impossible to agree to travel with a strange man, no matter what. However, Huang
Zhonggui remained lifeless in his speech and actions, cold as iron and stone. Zhao Wanyan found him very strange
, but not particularly repulsive. She thought to herself, "Why is this person like this? Are there really such people in the world? He...
he really doesn't seem to live in the human world." Suddenly, Zhao Wanyan felt pity. She felt that this
lifeless person must have lost many things in his heart, leaving only an empty shell. She couldn't help but
feel sad for him.

The night passed. The next morning, Zhao Wanyan woke up with a slight tightness in her chest and
a . The light in the cave was very dim, and the sunlight did not shine directly into the bend of the cave, but she could still see her surroundings clearly.
She saw Huang Zhonggui still sitting upright in the same place, his eyes closed, motionless, like a frozen stone
. She didn't know whether he was asleep or awake.

Hungry and finding no food in the cave, she went outside and searched around.
She picked up a few pears under a pear tree and returned to the cave. Seeing Huang Zhonggui still sitting cross-legged, she softly called out, "Mr. Huang!"
Huang Zhonggui opened his eyes but didn't answer. Zhao Wanyan handed him a pear and said softly, "You haven't
eaten anything, have you?" Huang Zhonggui didn't take it, saying, "I don't eat." He closed his eyes again.

Zhao Wanyan was slightly startled and a little embarrassed. She could only place the pear in front of him and eat one herself.
With nothing to do in the mountains, and Huang Zhonggui not eating anything from morning till night, just sitting with his eyes closed, Zhao Wanyan
grew bored and could only wander aimlessly in the mountains, missing Xiang Yang even more, hoping these two days would pass quickly.

That night, in the middle of the night, Zhao Wanyan was fast asleep when she suddenly awoke, feeling an intense cold,
as if it were the dead of winter. In the darkness, Huang Zhonggui's deep breathing, like a biting north wind, could be heard. After a few breaths, the cries of owls echoed from
outside the cave , followed by the calls of mountain birds, just as they had the night before. Zhao Wanyan, inside the cave,
shivered from the cold and stammered, "Mr. Huang, why... is it so cold?" She was unaware that Huang Zhonggui's martial arts were
extremely Yin, and he was currently using his unique technique to heal his injuries, unable to speak.

She wrapped herself in her clothes, still feeling the intense cold, and tried to strike a fire with a flint, but after several strikes
, only a tiny spark appeared before extinguishing. Zhao Wanyan was already weak, and now she couldn't bear the cold any longer, so she quickly
ran out of the cave to escape the chill.

As soon as she stepped out, she felt the night wind blowing through the valley, carrying the cold downwind.
Walking felt the Yin energy unable to reach her, and thus felt no cold. The autumn night wind was inherently chilly, but compared to the Yin energy in the cave
, it was infinitely more comfortable.

Zhao Wanyan dared not return to the cave immediately, thinking, "I'll wait until the cold air dissipates before going back." The further
she walked against the wind, the fainter the birdsong became, suggesting she hadn't been frightened by the Yin energy.

She strolled to a wooded area, found a large rock to sit on, looked up at the night sky, and listened to the distant birdsong.
A sudden wave of loneliness washed over her, and she sighed softly.

After a while, Zhao Wanyan no longer felt any chill, but her chest felt slightly hot and swollen. Zhao Wanyan felt a little
strange, thinking, "I felt the same way this morning, how... why is this happening?" The more she
thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt in her breasts. Zhao Wanyan's cheeks flushed, knowing that the deep mountains were sparsely populated, she still...
Zhang Di looked around, seeing no one and no sign of Huang Zhonggui leaving the cave, she slightly opened her robe
, glanced around again, and then pulled it open to look down. She was always shy and
rarely , but now, examining her breasts, she felt quite embarrassed, her face slightly flushed.
In the pale moonlight, her breasts were white and lovely, still two extremely beautiful shapes, and because of her nervousness
, the cherry-red nipples seemed about to stand erect.

A cool mountain breeze blew against her bare skin, and Zhao Wanyan's heart pounded .
She felt inexplicably shy, but still reached out to touch her breasts, feeling a fullness and an indescribable restlessness.
Zhao Wanyan thought for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Ah, is it because I haven't breastfed my baby these past two days that they're so
full?"

Zhao Wanyan's ability to produce milk was due to the White Tiger, the reason for which was difficult to understand, but the White Tiger's intention was clearly
for her to nurse the cub. The white tiger cub was still nursing and usually nursed several times a day, which Zhao Wanyan
was used to . However, she hadn't had the cub's touch for over a day, yet her milk production was normal, and a considerable amount had accumulated. No wonder her breasts were swollen and hot, unable to release the milk. Thinking of this, Zhao Wanyan suddenly felt at a loss. The white tiger cub wasn't
there, so how could she breastfeed? In an instant, her face flushed with anxiety. She pulled up her clothes, blinked, and couldn't make up her mind. 　　Suddenly, she remembered her intimate moments with Xiang Yang. He had kissed her nipples, arousing her to the point of milk production. Her soft, sweet cries had excited Xiang Yang beyond measure. That encounter had been incredibly intense. Even now , thinking about it made her blush and her heart pound. Zhao Wanyan became increasingly lost in thought, feeling both sweet and shy. She thought, "Brother Xiang... he really embarrassed me that time, but it felt so good... " A hand gently caressed her breast, its tips already firm , rosy, and luscious in her fantasies. 　　Her heart pounded, and she pressed her hands to her chest, an idea forming in her mind: "Why don't I try... see if I can... let some milk come out myself? Maybe it will feel better..." As she thought this , her hands began to gently knead, her equally flawless white fingers rubbing against her tender breasts, the two swaying vermilion nipples particularly striking. Even so, she was the only a touch of melancholy filled her heart. However, she naturally didn't want anyone else to spy on her; her thoughts were solely focused on Yang. 　　Ten Scenes of Silk 　　( 123 ) === ... However, this was her own doing, entirely of her own volition. No matter how shy she felt, she couldn't stop herself; her fingers instead rubbed even more wantonly, shaping her delicate breasts into various forms. This was the first time Zhao Wanyan had ever caressed her own body like this, and unexpectedly it felt so wonderful. She felt both ashamed and flustered, and Xiang Yang's image floated into her mind . She gasped, "Xiang...Brother Xiang...ah, ah...there..." 　　Not wanting to sit on the cold stone, she stood up, panting, leaning against a nearby tree trunk, imagining Xiang Yang beside her, showering her with caresses. As she thought about it, she could almost feel his masculine scent, and her heart burned even hotter. This fantasy drew Zhao Wanyan even deeper into the frenzied state . Leaning against the tree trunk, she breathed heavily, unbuttoning her upper garment and passionately stroking her breasts with her arms, hands, and fingers. Although she couldn't see it, her delicate face was filled with an indescribable passion. Beads of sweat reflected the moonlight on her beautiful body, and she kept moaning , "Ah... ah ah... Brother Xiang... I... I want..." 　　At this point, Zhao Wanyan felt her breasts swelling and burning to the extreme, and the stimulation in her heart was also rising higher and higher. Her ten slender fingers deliberately squeezed her two tender breasts. The intense and fervent pleasure overwhelmed her reason . Her panting was like waves, one higher than the other, and a layer of milky white luster appeared on the red and tender tips of her breasts. Zhao Wanyan, distraught, squeezed her soft breasts faster and faster until the milky white fluid was about to spill out. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, she cried out a high-pitched sound that filled her with shame— 　　"Ah, ah ah... um, um, ah! ah ah—" As the trembling sound echoed through the forest, Zhao Wanyan's whole body shuddered violently, and two thick streams of milk gushed from her full nipples, splattering a large white patch on the ground. After a violent outpouring, a few drops spilled, then slowly flowed down . In an instant, Zhao Wanyan felt all her strength drain away. Her hands continued to knead her milk-drenched breasts with reluctance, letting out weak gasps: "Heh... ha... ha... ah..." Her legs suddenly went weak, and she slowly sat down on the ground along the tree trunk. She felt a chill between her legs; unknowingly, she was completely soaked. 　　Zhao Wanyan, panting, lowered her head. Although her body was numb and weak, her hands still gently caressed herself. Breast milk flowed like a spring, slowly covering her tender breasts and abdomen with thick, white milk. 　　As the tightness in her chest subsided, Zhao Wanyan gradually came to her senses. She felt both confused and ashamed, quietly savoring the lingering pleasure of playing with herself. Her cheeks flushed again, and she softly said, "Brother Xiang, if you were really here, how wonderful that would be..." 　　She leaned wearily against the tree trunk. Although the discomfort in her breasts had been relieved, her longing for Xiang Yang surged up again, and her body felt hot. Thinking of the intimate moments she had shared with Xiang Yang, her heart pounded. The more she thought about it, the harder it was to restrain herself. With a soft breath, one of her slender hands naturally explored between her legs. 　　Although she and Xiang Yang had reunited for a few days, she stayed at naturally shy Zhao Wanyan didn't dare to have any intimate relations with Xiang Yang, only exchanging a few teasing words.

Fearing it would be too loud and someone would hear, Zhao Wanyan, a young girl in the throes of passionate love with Xiang Yang
, was now suffering the torment of unrequited love.
Moved couldn't control herself. With soft moans, her fingers began to gently caress herself through her skirt.

"Uh... um..." After a few strokes, Zhao Wanyan's voice rose slightly.
She had just exhausted herself, and now, after relaxing, she felt quite tired, but her
lingering made her seek solace in this involuntary act. Her private parts were already moist, and this stimulation
caused an even greater flow, with visible wetness where her skirt clung to her skin.

When Zhao Wanyan realized her love juices were overflowing, her body felt like it was on fire, as if she were melting. She moaned incessantly,
her face flushed, and the caresses through her skirt were no longer enough to relieve her desire. In a daze, she slipped her hand under her skirt, tilted
her head back , and her index finger hesitated around the petals, thinking to herself, "
How did Brother Xiang do it when he used his fingers? Can I...can I try it myself?"

Her nail lightly touched the tender skin of her lower body, and Zhao Wanyan suddenly felt uneasy, thinking, "But...what if I accidentally
hurt myself? I...I don't know how to handle it..." Thinking this, Zhao Wanyan raised her other hand to her eyes
. As a princess, Zhao Wanyan didn't usually have to carry heavy things herself; her hands were soft and boneless,
her fingers long and slender, seemingly lacking strength. However, her lower body was naturally
a hundred times more delicate. Zhao Wanyan felt a chill, her passion subsided slightly, and she dared not easily probe further with her fingers. She withdrew her hand,
pursed her lips , and slightly concealed the murmurs that escaped from her lips.

After the release of her milk, she had already felt a sense of satisfaction and her body relaxed. Then,
after much thought, she thought , "Forget it, no matter what, my fingers can't compare to Brother Xiang's... his... sigh,
why think about these things?"

Her mind calmed down slightly, and she quickly tidied her clothes. Her cheeks still felt hot, and recalling her
bold actions, she was overcome with shame, her heart pounding much faster than usual. She
quietly returned to the cave entrance, and seeing that the air conditioning had dissipated, she went back inside. Without a sound, she nestled in a corner,
closed eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

In a short while, she was fast asleep. In her hazy dream, Zhao Wanyan felt her body floating, as if on a cloud, the surrounding scenery
constantly , sometimes mountains, sometimes water, elusive and unpredictable. Suddenly, someone grabbed
her hand from the side. Turning her head, she saw it was Xiang Yang, whom she had been longing for for days.

Overjoyed, Zhao Wanyan threw herself into his arms, calling out, "Brother Xiang, Brother Xiang!" But
as , she could barely hear herself; the surroundings seemed empty, and she couldn't hear anything
. Xiang Yang's lips moved, as if he were saying something, but Zhao Wanyan couldn't hear him at all. Undeterred, she
whispered, "Brother Xiang, I...I miss you so much...I think about you every day..."

She saw Xiang Yang's excited expression, but still couldn't hear his voice. The scenery around them
shifted , suddenly transforming them back to the Zhaozhou Bridge where they had met. Xiang Yang embraced her, kissing her deeply, pressing her
against the bridge railing, removing her clothes, and passionately caressing her naked body. Zhao Wanyan felt
weak and gasped softly, "Mmm...ah...Brother Xiang...I...ah...no...
really...can't...take it...ah..."

Xiang Yang then wrapped his arms around her waist and thrust forcefully, his lower body deeply penetrating Zhao Wanyan's private parts.
Zhao Wanyan's instantly boiled, as if intoxicated, unable to suppress her excitement, and she groaned loudly, "Ah, ah!"

This groan, however, Zhao Wanyan could suddenly hear clearly. She blinked and realized that she was still
in the cave. The sky was already bright, and Huang Zhonggui was still sitting in meditation with his eyes closed like a stone statue. Zhao Wanyan was stunned for a moment before realizing
that it was just a dream. Thinking of the scene in the dream, Zhao Wanyan couldn't help but blush and feel hot, thinking, "How...how
could I have such a dream? Sigh, is it because I went too far last night, that...that's why?"

She sat up and felt that her clothes were damp and cold, soaked with sweat, while her lower body was particularly wet.
Zhao Wanyan sensed something was amiss. Looking down, she was instantly
overcome with shame, covering her face with her hands and nearly gasping for breath. She had been sleeping on her side, her body slightly bent, and now her clothes and skirt were soaked with water, clinging tightly to her skin and
wrinkled . Beside her lay a pear with a mangled peel. It was the pear she had left in the cave the day before, the one she hadn't finished eating,
but somehow it had become like this.

Overwhelmed with shame, Zhao Wanyan timidly reached out and touched it; the fabric was completely soaked. She sniffed her hands,
smelling a faint pear scent, and found a few drops of pear juice on them. She was even more embarrassed and didn't know what to do. She thought, "
Could it be...could it be that in my dream, I unconsciously picked up a pear...picked it up..." Too
ashamed , she touched the wet part of her skirt, her heart pounding. She felt both shy and flustered
, thinking, "How...how did it get so wet? If it was just a pear, it's...it's too far-fetched
..."

Just as she was feeling embarrassed, she suddenly remembered the moan she had made upon waking, and her heart skipped a beat: "Oh
no if...if someone heard me, I'd be so incredibly embarrassed..." Thinking this,
Zhao Wanyan turned to look at Huang Zhonggui. Seeing that he was motionless, she wondered if he had heard her sleep-talking. Zhao Wanyan's
pretty face flushed red with embarrassment. She wanted to call out to him to see if he was asleep or awake, but she didn't dare.

After a long pause, Zhao Wanyan's timidity subsided slightly, and she said softly, "Mr...Mr. Huang!"
The words came out with difficulty. She saw Huang Zhonggui open his eyes, his body and neck motionless,
only his eyes moved, his expression still stiff and cold. Zhao Wanyan's heart skipped a beat, her face flushing even more. She
thought anxiously, "Oh no, he...he's awake! He must have heard me. If...if he saw me
doing this, then...what should I do?" The thought that her moaning and groaning
might be seen by someone filled Zhao Wanyan with anxiety and almost made her cry. Her face was filled with panic and shame; she wanted to dig a hole and
hide.

Seeing her embarrassed and uneasy appearance, but not speaking, Huang Zhonggui asked, "What?"
Zhao Wanyan was stunned, not expecting such a cold question. She was momentarily speechless
, staring blankly at Huang Zhonggui. Huang Zhonggui said, "It's nothing, don't talk to me. In another hour
, my cultivation will be complete, and you can set off." After saying this, he closed his eyes again.

Zhao Wanyan quietly looked at Huang Zhonggui, and the shame and anxiety in her heart immediately faded, replaced by a deep...
Deeply puzzled, she truly didn't know why this man lived, or even if he was still alive. She felt he possessed neither
emotion nor any semblance of life, like a living dead. She knew almost nothing of the martial world and wasn't afraid of
Huang . Now, filled with curiosity, she couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Huang, how...how could you be like
this? You...you seem...really not like a living person..."

Huang Zhonggui's eyes snapped open as if from a switch, his pale pupils fixed on Zhao Wanyan. He said, "
Why do you ask this?" Fearing he might be offended, Zhao Wanyan quickly said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Huang, I
...I didn't mean it, it's just that I really...feel very strange."

Huang Zhonggui remained silent, turning his gaze away from Zhao Wanyan. Zhao Wanyan
, puzzled and filled with unease, suddenly saw Huang Zhonggui's gaze return. He said, "If you really want to know
, you must wait three more hours until I gather my true energy before we can set off." Zhao Wanyan was confused, thinking
, "Does it have to take that long?" She casually replied, "Okay." Huang

Zhonggui 　　remained silent for a while, then extended his right hand, palm facing upwards, and said, " Try ." Zhao Wanyan, unsure of his intentions, did as he said and touched his palm. The moment her palm touched his, she felt his skin and flesh were as hard as ice, abnormally stiff. Zhao Wanyan shuddered, shivering slightly , and quickly withdrew her hand, saying, "You...your body...why is it so cold?" Huang Zhonggui said, " The 'Taiyin True Qi' I cultivate is such a cold and icy martial art." 　　Zhao Wanyan whispered, "Isn't practicing such a skill painful?" Huang Zhonggui coldly replied, " Cultivating 'Taiyin True Qi' is indeed arduous, but when used on an enemy, they can suffer a hundred times more than I do. To kill those I want to kill, I'll practice any martial art." 　　Zhao Wanyan... When Yan heard him speak, his tone was as cold as ever, and she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart. She said softly, " Brother Xiang's martial arts are very good, but he... he doesn't kill people indiscriminately. Mr. Huang, don't you think this... is a bit inappropriate?" 　　Huang Zhonggui slowly said, "There aren't many people I want to kill. The one I most want to kill, I haven't managed to kill yet . When I've mastered my martial arts and killed this person, that will be the day I die. Right and wrong, good and evil, will no longer be my concern." Zhao Wanyan was suddenly startled and said, "Why?" 　　Huang Zhonggui gazed at Zhao Wanyan and quietly said, "I'll ask you a question. Do you believe..." " After , they become a ghost?" Zhao Wanyan was taken aback, unsure of his intention. After a moment's thought, she said, "When I was little, my mother told me some ghost stories, but... I've never actually seen a ghost." Huang Zhonggui said, "If no one has seen a ghost, then after a person dies, they can't become a ghost to seek revenge . In that case, I'd rather become a ghost before I die." 　　Although it was already dawn, the light in the cave was dim. Huang Zhonggui's eerie words made Zhao Wanyan feel frightened, and she involuntarily took a small step back, whispering, "..." "I don't understand... what does this mean?" 　　Huang Zhonggui said, "Twelve years ago, this person came to where I live and killed someone. This person is to me what Xiang Yang is to you." Zhao Wanyan swayed, thinking , "So his beloved was killed by someone else, and he wants revenge." 　　But Huang Zhonggui's face was cold as he continued, "At that time, I didn't know any martial arts, but this person's martial arts were unfathomable. I wasn't killed by him and survived. I don't need to tell you the details." He suddenly stopped and stopped talking. 　　As Zhao Wanyan listened to his recounting of the past, she vaguely sensed that he had experienced a great upheaval. However, Huang Zhonggui spoke without any emotion, simply recounting his story. Although Zhao Wanyan was soft-hearted, she couldn't feel his sorrow; instead, she felt pity for him and softly asked, "According to what you're saying, your past must have been very tragic. Why... why do you seem... not to feel any pain at all?" 　　Huang Zhonggui replied, "Before, I lived in pain. For the first three years, I cried like any other mortal, haunted by hatred. From that day on... " "I desperately wanted to find this person, so I joined a sect, learned martial arts, rose through the ranks, and practiced even higher levels of skill. But in the end, I faced an insurmountable bottleneck. I suddenly realized that seeking revenge with ordinary martial arts was far too difficult, because that person's martial arts were once far superior to mine. Therefore, I practiced this martial art." 　　With that, Huang Zhonggui raised his right palm and slashed through the air. A sharp "whoosh" sounded, and a three-inch-deep knife mark appeared on the cave wall—the result of the "Taiyin Blade's" fierce energy. Zhao Wanyan was startled, her heart pounding. She whispered, "This skill is indeed formidable." Huang Zhonggui said, "Indeed , but this martial art is excessively cold and yin, defying the laws of nature. A deeper level of mastery will damage one's own body. None of those who practiced this skill in the past lived past six years." Zhao Wanyan was even more astonished, saying, "Then you…you…" 　　Huang Zhonggui said, "I have cultivated the Taiyin True Qi for nine years; I should have died long ago. The day I began practicing, I changed my name to 'Zhonggui,' originally with this understanding." Zhao Wanyan thought, "Zhonggui? What does that mean?" A sudden realization dawned on her: "Ah, yes, that's a ghost among men. He… he doesn't care about his own life at all." Understanding this, she felt a deep pang of pity, wanting to say something, yet unable to utter a word. 　　Huang Zhonggui said calmly, "For nine years, my only purpose has been to kill this person. The deeper my martial arts skills, the more I find it difficult to live a normal life. Rather than being human, I'd rather be a ghost. Without the constraints of emotions and desires, my martial arts skills will deepen, and only then can I kill him in my lifetime." Zhao Wanyan gently shook her head, thinking, "Isn't this too painful? If it were me, I... I couldn't do it." 　　Hearing Huang Zhonggui's words, she gradually understood his inhuman behavior. Seeing his empty , though looking at her, only reflected a dark hue, she unconsciously thought of Xiang Yang's eyes, always bright and spirited, even at the moment of their separation, his eyes held an unyielding belief. So different from Huang Zhonggui's, one alive, one dead, she felt a mix of emotions and sighed softly . 　　Huang Zhonggui asked, "What are you doing?" Zhao Wanyan whispered, "Nothing, it's just... I... I..."

"...I don't think you need to force yourself like this..." Huang Zhonggui remained silent, his body motionless
. Seeing this, Zhao Wanyan said softly, "Mr. Huang, you don't really want to be a ghost, do you? Why...
hurt yourself like this..." Huang Zhonggui said coldly, "Being a ghost is good. Staying in
the world saves me a lot of unnecessary trouble." Zhao Wanyan gently shook her head and said softly, "You want
to avenge your loved one, isn't that... isn't that a kind of emotion? This proves that you are still human,
why do you have to..."

Suddenly, Huang Zhonggui's left hand reached out and grabbed Zhao Wanyan's throat. Zhao Wanyan was stunned. She could
no longer make a sound, and felt like she couldn't breathe, as if she were tightly bound by a cold iron ring. Her face turned red from the
suffocation . She tried to pry it off, but her hands and feet were powerless.

She was anxious and scared, but unable to struggle. Her head was spinning, and she almost fainted. Just then, Huang
Zhonggui slowly released his grip, and Zhao Wanyan's body went limp, collapsing to the ground. A surge of energy rushed out, causing her to cough incessantly
and gasp for breath.

She managed to lift her head and saw Huang Zhonggui's frosty face, his right hand pressed tightly to his chest. He stood up and said,
"Don't say anything more, just go. You don't need to wait for me for these three hours; I'll follow you on the road.
Don't tell anyone else that I'm following you." With that, he turned and slowly walked out of the cave.

Zhao Wanyan gently touched her throat, coughed a few more times, and finally felt a little better. She stood up, but
Huang Zhonggui was already gone from the cave. Zhao Wanyan was lost in thought for a while, thinking, "He's not a ghost;
he's just torturing himself. If he wants to practice martial arts, why does he have to become like this? Brother Xiang
, Young Master Wen, and Miss Hua wouldn't do this, nor would Master Lu." Then she thought, "Since Brother Xiang
knows him, why doesn't he help him? Hmm, perhaps he hasn't mentioned it to Brother Xiang. When I see
Brother Xiang, I'll tell him, so he can help Mr. Huang find a way to stop him from
living like this. Isn't it too pitiful to live like this?"

Having made up her mind, she walked out of the cave. Seeing the bright sunshine and no
trace , she thought, "Mr. Huang said he would follow me, so I'll just go my own way." She straightened
her clothes and began to walk down the mountain.

She walked along, frequently looking around, but she didn't see Huang Zhonggui at all. She walked until she
reached the bottom of the mountain, spending more than half an hour, but Huang Zhonggui still hadn't appeared. If he really was secretly following her
, Zhao Wanyan couldn't be sure. Suspicious, she stopped thinking 　　about it and 　　headed south .
=== 　　... Under the faint starlight and moonlight, a young man in a long robe stood on the riverbank, continuously striking the water with powerful palm strikes, like a dragon churning the sea, creating towering waves. 　　Xiang Yang and Wen Yuan, the two brothers, each had their own thoughts. After escaping danger that day, they split into three groups with Ren Jianqing. Wen Yuan set off to find Zi Yuan, Hua Xuan, and Xiao Murong, while Xiang Yang, remembering his promise to Zhao Wanyan, came to the Zhaozhou Bridge the next day and stayed there day and night. During the day, he strolled around, silently practicing the secrets of the "Universal Divine Power." At night, when no one was around, he would verify the techniques he had practiced during the day with the "Nine Thunder Palm" palm technique, practicing without ceasing every day. 　　The "Universal Divine Power" was infinitely profound, truly a peerless divine skill containing the essence of supreme martial arts. Xiang Yang devoted himself to studying it, but after several days, he had only achieved a partial understanding. He had always progressed rapidly in martial arts since childhood, but now, in practicing the Universal Divine Power, he was encountering repeated obstacles, and he couldn't help but feel somewhat impatient. During breaks from his training, Xiang Yang thought of Zhao Wanyan 's every smile and gesture, and his longing for her intensified. He desperately wanted to rush back to the capital and bring her back, but then he reconsidered: "Wanyan has already made a promise to come here; she will surely arrive. If I sneak into the capital and she comes here, we will miss each other. Can I let her wait here in vain?" With this thought , his resolve hardened, and he remained by the bridge. 　　That night, he encountered another obstacle in his training . Xiang Yang tried to circulate his inner energy, but he couldn't follow the instructions of his supernatural powers. Frustrated, he stopped his internal energy cultivation and stood by the river, unleashing a flurry of thunderous palm strikes to vent his frustration. 　　He unleashed nearly a hundred palm strikes, his inner energy surging and churning, but this only made him more agitated. Suddenly, he shouted , thrusting out both palms, creating countless ripples on the river's surface, and leaped onto the bridge. 　　He leaned against the railing, regulating his breathing to calm his inner energy, his heart filled with dejection: "When I fought Long Tengming that day, I even applied the 'Universal Divine Power' technique to my Nine Thunder Palms. How come, after these past few days of frantic only regressed? How can my skill compare to Long Yuqing's?" 　　Xiang Yang lowered his head, and a lone figure was reflected in the river, the flowing water making the reflection sway and blur. Gazing at his reflection, Xiang Yang murmured, "Xiang Yang, Xiang Yang! You couldn't calm down until you saw Wan Yan? A grown man, so dejected, it's laughable." 　　He mocked himself for a moment, then looked up and suddenly saw two figures approaching quickly from the other end of the bridge. Night had fallen , and Xiang Yang couldn't see their faces, but their light steps suggested they had martial arts skills. He was worried about Zhao Wanyan and didn't want to get involved, so he jumped off the bridge and hid in the archway beneath. 　　The two men drew closer and soon reached the bridge. One of them said, "We're acting on behalf of the young master today , so we have to be careful. That girl's martial arts aren't great, but she's ruthless." The other said, "Once we get up there, we'll tie her hands and feet tightly, play with her for a while, say a few words, and slowly wear her down. Let's see what she can do." The first man said, "That's not bad. Hehe, now that you mention it, I can't wait to have her..." After a few more words, they had crossed the bridge, and the rest of their conversation was inaudible , except for a few faint laughs. 　　Xiang Yang, hiding under the bridge, heard their conversation and thought to himself, "These two are cunning..."

"Improperly, I wonder what kind of evil deeds they're up to." Although he didn't want to cause any trouble before seeing Zhao Wanyan,
hearing that they were about to commit some misdeeds, given his personality, he couldn't stand idly by. So he leaped onto the riverbank and
followed the two men at a distance. From behind, he could see that the two men were both dressed in yellow linen robes,
nothing particularly special.

Their lightness skills were far inferior to Xiang Yang's, and Xiang Yang followed them quietly without them noticing. After walking a few miles
north , they saw a dilapidated manor by the roadside. Although there were many broken walls and ruins, it was still
clear that the original structure was quite large. A man in yellow robes pushed open the gate, and the two men went inside one after the other.

Xiang Yang stepped forward and saw that the door was already rotten, so it made no difference whether it was closed or not. He then slipped into
the manor and walked through the front yard. He heard a voice call out from inside the house, "Hey! You surnamed Kang,
what are doing here?" Judging from the voice, it was one of the two men from before. A man's voice chuckled, "
Young Master is injured and can't handle this girl himself, so I've come to take his place. Brother Ma, Brother Xu, aren't you
here too?" The man replied, "We two brothers came because Young Master sent word. He didn't ask you to come, did he?"
Another man laughed, "Brother Xu, everyone knows Brother Kang's womanizing ways, no wonder he
came uninvited." The man surnamed Kang laughed, "This young lady is quite formidable, I was just worried I couldn't handle her. It's perfect that
you two have come to relieve me." Suddenly, a soft "snap" was heard, followed by
a woman's soft moan, clearly in pain.

Xiang Yang was very suspicious and went around to the side window to peek. What he saw made
him furnish in disarray, with several oil lamps lit, illuminating four figures. The two men were
yellow-clad . A disheveled girl was lying on the ground, her expression pitiful, her hair disheveled, her waist being
lifted up, and one man was slowly thrusting into her from behind, gently doing it again and again, looking quite pleased with himself. It was
Kang Chufeng from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect.

Xiang Yang had long known that Kang Chufeng was a womanizer. During the battle at Jin Guo Zhuang, Yang Xiaojuan had been drugged by him and nearly
forced lose her virginity. His junior sister, Hua Xuan, had also been seduced by his flute playing. Recalling these events, Xiang Yang considered him an unforgivable lecher.
He cursed inwardly, "This scoundrel is committing evil here! Now that I've caught him, how can I not eliminate him!
" Just as he was about to rush into the room, he heard the girl's weak voice say, "Kang...Kang Chufeng, you must keep your promise
..." Kang Chufeng laughed, "Of course I will. Hmm, squeeze tighter." He increased
the force of his thrusts, causing the girl's disheveled clothes to sway, revealing her fair skin. The girl moaned softly
, gently twisting her waist, her buttocks rubbing against Kang Chufeng's thighs, her appearance extremely
lewd .

Upon seeing this scene, Xiang Yang couldn't help but feel suspicious. He thought to himself, "Wait a moment and see what's
going on first ."

The two men, Ma Guangyuan and Xu Jun, were both members of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect and were subordinates of Long Tengming. Seeing the two men standing to the side, Kang Chufeng
didn't want to keep the woman to himself, fearing they might complain to Long Tengming
, which would be difficult to deal with. So he thrust a few times, pulled out his member, and laughed, "Brother Ma
, Brother Xu, you haven't tasted this girl yet, have you? I'll let you have her first; dealing with the young master's
instructions is the priority."

Ma Guangyuan asked curiously, "Brother Kang, you're not finished yet? Are you going to stop here?" Kang Chufeng
touched the girl's buttocks and laughed, "After you two have enjoyed yourselves, I'll make up for it again." Ma Guangyuan
said "Oh," and laughed, "Then we won't be polite." He walked up to the girl and said with a grin,
"This little girl is indeed very beautiful. Brother Xu, shall we go first or shall we?" Xu Jun was already impatient.
He wiped his mouth and grinned, "I'll try this woman's taste first." He walked forward, flipped the girl
over, made her lie on her back, and was about to pounce on her.

The girl, still panting, suddenly sat up with a thud, brushed aside the hair covering her eyes, gasped a few more times, and
whispered, "You...you have to...tell me first." Xu Jun chuckled, "
I'll tell you when I'm done, why the rush?"

Only after she sat up did Xiang Yang get a clear look at her face. The girl was
beautiful features and a slender yet strong figure. Although somewhat haggard from Kang Chufeng's abuse, her shameful expression
held a hint of defiance, and her gaze was intense and almost frightening.

Kang Chufeng laughed, "Once these two tell you the cultivation incantation, I will also teach
you a few words of the Mad Dream Cry Technique. Before that, you should serve these two well." The girl trembled,
biting her lower lip tightly, her face full of shame and indignation. After a long while, she asked, "How many words are there this time?" Ma Guangyuan
said, "Teach each of them about forty words." The girl nodded slightly and whispered, "Each person can only do it once
. Do whatever you want."

Xu Jun laughed a few times, then suddenly pressed the girl down and tore off the few pieces of clothing she was wearing. The girl
did not resist at all, but simply closed her eyes. Judging from her expression, she was clearly trying her best to endure. Ma Guangyuan loosened his belt, pulled out
his penis, and chuckled, "Little girl, let Brother Xu insert it into your hole first. Don't let your mouth be idle either;
come and give me a blowjob."

The girl opened her eyes and saw a fleshy red thing pointing straight at her. Her face
flushed
embarrassment. She turned her upper body slightly, her hand grasping the penis with a half-closed grip. She parted her lips slightly, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of the penis. Ma Guangyuan shuddered and lewdly laughed, "Your tongue
skills are quite good, hehe. I wonder how many men you've licked?" The girl hesitated for a moment, then continued
to lick the penis with her tongue, whispering in her spare time, "Besides you, young master... mmm... in total...
hiss... ah... there are... eleven..."

Xu Jun lifted her right leg and wrapped it around his waist, completely exposing her vulva.
The girl's pubic area was quite thick, with drops of white fluid, left by Kang Chufeng, clinging to the deep pubic hair
. Xu Jun paid no attention, his penis probing the entrance a few times, lewdly laughing, "
How many men have fucked your little cunt? You can't even count them all, can you?" With a forceful thrust, his penis mercilessly
broke in.

"Ah, ah!" The girl let out a short, painful moan, arching her back and arching her body backward,
seemingly unable to bear it. Xu Jun lifted her legs with one hand and grabbed her breast with the other,
kneading it roughly and brutally. The girl's breasts gradually turned from white to red, and her delicate body was covered in sweat.
She cried out repeatedly, "No...like this...uh, ah! It hurts...ahh! Ugh, ugh!" After a while
, Ma Guangyuan's penis thrust in, filling her mouth and making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

The two men, one in front and one behind, indulged their lust. The girl's eyes were filled with tears, and her body moved involuntarily, sometimes swaying
back and forth , sometimes stretching and bending, becoming like a plaything. But the girl did not resist at all,
letting the two men humiliate her, and even actively used her hands to play with Ma Guangyuan's penis, doing so very diligently. Kang Chufeng laughed,
"What a lewd girl. I'm afraid you don't want to learn the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, you just want a man
to fuck you like this every day, don't you?"

Upon hearing this, the girl's face changed drastically. She glared fiercely at Kang Chufeng, but under the attack of the two penises
, the anger on the girl's face quickly dissipated, turning into a look of utter humiliation, only with a few more
resentments and shame. Ma and Xu, witnessing this, were further aroused, their four hands ravaging the girl's
body. The girl uttered muffled sounds, a few tears falling to the ground, but none as
many as the nectar produced by the thrusting of their penises.

Xiang Yang, watching this obscene act from outside, couldn't fathom the girl's intentions,
growing agitated. Just as he was about to smash the window and kill Kang Chufeng in one fell swoop, he
suddenly heard the words "Nine Revolutions Profound Skill." His heart skipped a beat: "Nine Revolutions Profound Skill? How did this woman learn the incantation of our sect's internal energy?
In the Imperial Mausoleum Sect, only Long Yuqing and his son should know this skill, but… why would this woman learn it?"

His mind was filled with doubt, desperate to understand. Without further thought, he pressed his hand against the window frame, about to
break it open and rush in to deal with Kang Chufeng and the other two, when suddenly he heard a strange, aged voice behind him, whispering
: "Don't rush, don't rush!" "Young man, this show is getting exciting! After we finish watching, we can
go in and take over. Are you worried that this little slut will slip away?"

Xiang Yang was shocked. He hadn't expected that someone would silently appear behind him. He turned around and saw a short
old man standing in front of him. He was bald with a white beard, thin and frail, and seemed to have hardly any flesh on his body. His tattered
clothes were filthy, but his eyes were sharp as an eagle's. However, his face had a lecherous look on it.
As soon as Xiang Yang turned away from the window, he immediately slipped over, pressed his eyes against the window, and
stared intently inside. He licked his lips and swallowed saliva repeatedly, ignoring Xiang Yang. Ten 　　Scenes of Silk (

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=== ... 　　Xiang Yang was furious upon hearing this, thinking, "This old man is no good either, why bother with him?" He raised one palm and said, "Excuse me!" His palm thrust forward with tremendous force, a move from the "Nine Thunder Palms." Although aimed at the window, its power was far-reaching. If the old man didn't dodge, his back would be swept by the palm wind. 　　The old man suddenly felt the palm wind whistling behind him and was instantly shocked. He jumped up, leaping more than two zhang high, cursing, "Damn brat, how dare you ambush your grandpa!" In this dodge, the force of the Thunder Palm had already swept past his feet without any obstruction, and with one palm, it sent the two broken windows flying into the room, shattering them. Xiang Yang ignored the old man, rushed through the window, drew a half circle with both palms in front of him, his true energy surging, and shook open the broken . He landed in the room and, without saying a word, struck Kang Chufeng with a palm. 　　The four people inside were startled to see someone break in. Kang Chufeng recognized Xiang Yang and, seeing him unleash a fierce attack the moment he appeared, paled in horror and cried out, "Not good!" In his haste, he rolled on the ground, avoiding the direct force of Xiang Yang's thunderous palm strike. Unexpectedly, Xiang Yang's move was swift and decisive. His hand sank down, grabbing Kang Chufeng's shirt from behind, and with a flick of his arm, he lifted Kang Chufeng up and slammed him towards Ma Guangyuan. Ma Guangyuan was reveling in the pleasure of torturing the girl when he suddenly saw Kang Chufeng's body flying towards him from the side. Startled, he hurriedly pulled his penis out of the girl's mouth and tried to catch him, but it was too late. The two collided and tumbled to the ground, rolling and rolling until they reached the corner of the wall, both feeling dizzy and their bones felt like they were about to break. 　　Xu Jun was raping the girl when he saw Xiang Yang knock down the two of them with a single move. Startled, he hurriedly pulled away from the girl, pulling up his pants with one hand and reaching for the weapon lying to the side with the other, shouting, "You... who are you? How dare you disturb my business..." Before he could finish speaking and reach for the weapon, Xiang Yang stepped forward and struck him with a palm, sending him flying. He crashed onto an eight-immortal table, which immediately collapsed, and he passed out. 　　The girl, exhausted from the repeated abuse by the three men, was panting weakly, her skin stained with the men's filth. When Xiang Yang suddenly came to her aid, she was terrified and cried out "What are you doing? You...you mustn't kill them!" Xiang Yang paused slightly, saying, "I didn't kill them. Girl, are you alright..." The girl interrupted him, urgently shouting, "Get out, get out! Who asked you to meddle? Ah, cough..." She only managed a few words before, due to the intense intercourse, she couldn't catch her breath and coughed violently. 　　Xiang Yang was utterly bewildered and puzzled when the old man rushed into the room, laughing, "Young man, you 're so impetuous. Hehe, I told you before, this girl is a little slut, she's always going at it. Why did you come in and interrupt her? Aren't you spoiling her fun?" 　　The girl barely managed to stop coughing, her face flushed with shame and anger, and cried out, "Old thief Yun, what... what nonsense are you spouting?" The old man surnamed Yun laughed, "If you want to learn any good skills from that kid Long Tengming, that 's extremely difficult. His father's martial arts are quite impressive, but he himself is still nothing special. Hehehe, you've been driven to the brink of death by so many people for a few incantations. If you weren't enjoying it, how could you bear it?" 　　The girl was completely powerless, and even tried to pick up her clothes to cover herself, but couldn't . She could only gasp and curse, "You...you stop talking nonsense, you just want to trick me into...to...me dying..."

"No, I don't want it either!" The old man Yun laughed. "My treasure is still going strong, getting stronger with age. I don't know how many
girls it has made ecstasy. Why don't you want it? You just need to be with me for three nights, and I'll teach you all my skills
. Any revenge you want will be a piece of cake." The girl trembled and whispered, "
The women who fall into your hands all die within two days. I can't die yet. Yun Feichang, get out of here and stop bothering me
!"

The old man Yun Feichang pressed forward step by step, smiling. Suddenly, he pulled down his pants and shouted, "Look, my
treasure is so hard. How can you stand it if you don't fuck me five or six times?" He
held his penis in his hand. It was thick and long, with red veins showing and a thick white tip. This old man
was skinny over sixty years old, but his penis was surprisingly thick and strong, even more so than that of an ordinary middle-aged man,
which was disproportionate to his body. The girl turned her face away, struggling to back away, and cried out in a trembling voice, "Go away,
go away!"

Yun laughed loudly, rushed forward, and grabbed with one hand with unparalleled speed. Seeing that the girl could not
dodge , he unexpectedly grabbed empty air. Looking down, he saw Xiang Yang holding the girl horizontally, standing to
the side, and had already draped an outer garment over her naked body. Yun Feichang was taken aback, then laughed, "You little brat,
you want a piece of the pie too? Come on, put this kid down, let's take turns, I'll finish you and you
'll finish me, that's fair, isn't it?" Xiang Yang's expression turned solemn, and he said, "This young lady is quite pitiful,
I won't allow you to bully her any further."

Yun Feichang was startled, his face changed drastically, and his eyes revealed a fierce intent. He sneered, "Boy, in
front of this old man Yun Feichang, how dare you act like a hero?" Without even pulling up his pants,
leaving , he spread his fingers wide and suddenly slapped his hands together three times, paused, then slapped them together
three more times, and so on, clapping nine times in total. Then, he suddenly opened his palms from both sides and slapped Xiang Yang's cheeks.

Xiang Yang was wondering what trick Yun Feichang was up to when suddenly two slaps came flying at him, the movements as swift as lightning
. He was startled and took a slight step back. Yun Feichang's palms missed their mark, and as his arms crossed, he suddenly stepped forward again,
this time striking back with the backs of his hands, hitting Xiang Yang's cheeks. Xiang Yang, holding someone in his arms, was unable to retaliate and
immediately took another step back. Yun Feichang's slaps, both front and back, all missed their mark, followed by two more front slaps,
quick and relentless.

Seeing that Yun Feichang's technique was the same, but his attacks were getting faster and faster, with layers upon layers of force, the previous force not dissipating
before the next arrived. The moves seemed crude, but they were extremely fierce. If he were to be slapped, his cheekbone would surely
be shattered. Xiang Yang was secretly shocked: "If I take two more steps back, I'm afraid I won't be able to avoid it anymore. This old man's martial arts are extraordinary.
I wonder what his background is?" Seeing Yun Feichang's palms coming down, a thought flashed through his mind
. As he retreated to dodge, he suddenly threw his hands up and shouted, "Catch!"

Yun Feichang was overjoyed to see him pretending to throw the girl. He turned his palms down and tried to snatch
the girl . Unexpectedly, Xiang Yang changed his stance, using the "Reversal of the Dipper," his body suddenly shifting to the left. His throw
became a gentle lift of the girl forward half a foot, and he abruptly withdrew his right palm, embracing the girl with his left. His right palm
unleashed a Nine-Strike Thunder Palm, its force fierce and powerful, no slower than Yun Feichang's Six Consecutive Palms, aimed directly
at Xiang Yang's chest. Yun Feichang flipped both palms outwards from below, combining them into a single force to push against the incoming thunder palm. A loud
crash followed, and Xiang Yang, using the force of the impact, was sent flying backwards. He felt a tingling numbness in his right arm and cried out,
"I'm not playing anymore!" Holding the girl, he rushed out of the house.

Yun Feichang angrily retorted, "Not so easy!" He took a step to give chase, but Xiang Yang's trousers, half-pulled down
but not completely, hung around his knees, obstructing his movement. He couldn't catch up. He
quickly pulled up his pants and chased after her, but the night was dark and there wasn't a soul in sight.

Xiang Yang carried the girl for about a mile, still feeling his blood surging. After exchanging a blow with Yun Feichang, his internal energy was
still turbulent and difficult to calm. He was secretly alarmed: "Yun Feichang's internal strength is truly formidable. If we continue fighting, I'm afraid
it will be difficult to handle him." Looking down, he saw that the girl's expression was complex, showing surprise, doubt,
and fear all at once. He wondered what she was thinking.

He ran all the way back to Zhaozhou Bridge without stopping. Seeing that Yun Feichang hadn't chased after him, he gently put
the girl . The girl was only wearing an outer garment, and a crumpled skirt in her arms
couldn't cover her bare legs, and many parts of her skin were also exposed. Xiang Yang, unwilling to look any longer, turned away and said, "Miss
, please put on your clothes."

The girl sat on the grass and whispered, "Why bother? You've already seen it all. It
makes no difference whether I wear them or not. You...you turn back around." Hearing this, Xiang Yang had no choice but to turn around. He saw the girl
pulling her clothes up to her chest to cover herself, kneeling in the grass, and whispering, "
Why ?" Xiang Yang was stunned and couldn't answer for a moment. He had initially assumed that Kang Chufeng and the other two had raped the girl,
but upon closer inspection, the situation was clearly more complex, and the girl's reaction was quite unusual. However
, seeing the girl's miserable treatment, he felt it was only natural to help her escape from Yun Feichang's clutches, but
he couldn't come up with a reason.

The girl stared blankly at him. Seeing his silence, she sighed deeply and said, "You think this
is saving me? You...you're really meddling in other people's business. I...if I leave...all
the suffering I endured will have been for nothing..." Her shoulders trembled, she buried her face in her hands, and began to sob.

Xiang Yang's mind stirred, recalling the scene in the room earlier. He said, "Miss, why did you willingly let these
three bully you? Was it really to obtain the 'Nine Revolutions Profound Technique' manual from Long Tengming?"

The girl's heart skipped a beat. She wiped away her tears, looked up at Xiang Yang, and said, "You...you know about this
? How many times have you come to see me?" Xiang Yang said, "I only found out tonight. Miss, are you from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect?"
The girl shook her head, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she remained silent. Xiang Yang thought to himself, "There are so many
martial arts , why must this girl learn this one, and even ruin herself for it? What is her intention?
It's truly hard to understand." Although he had his doubts, it concerned a woman's chastity, so he didn't press the matter. Just
then , he heard the girl whisper, "You attacked the people from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect, and then you brought me out. I
... I can never go back. I can never learn all the martial arts." She rested her hand on her forehead, her expression sorrowful,
her eyes filled with despair, as if she were about to cry.

Seeing her so heartbroken, Xiang Yang felt a mixture of curiosity and pity. He knelt down and softly said, "..."
"Girl, why do you insist on learning this Nine Revolutions Profound Skill?" The girl sobbed incessantly, saying intermittently,
"What do you care about this? You...you...you can't help me..." Xiang Yang said, "I have learned this
skill before. If you could tell me the reason for this, perhaps I could really help you."

The girl's body trembled, and she stared at Xiang Yang with wide eyes, saying, "You...you know the Nine Revolutions Profound Skill?"
Xiang Yang nodded. The girl stared at Xiang Yang in astonishment, her face turning pale. She stammered, "Who are you
? Are you Han Xuqing's disciple? Or Ren Jianqing?" Xiang Yang replied, "I am Xiang Yang, my late master was Hua Xuanqing.
"

The girl's face suddenly filled with horror. She covered her mouth with one hand and stammered, "You are...
Xiang Yang ?" Seeing her so surprised, Xiang Yang was puzzled. He said, "That is me." The girl
stared at him, her eyes becoming terrifying. Suddenly, she turned away, supporting herself on her hands, her body trembling uncontrollably. She
cried out softly, "Heavens, heavens!"

Xiang Yang was greatly taken aback, not understanding what
was happening. Seeing her bare back turned, he didn't want to look any longer and slightly turned his head away, wondering, "Who is this girl? Why is she reacting so
strongly to hearing that I am my master's disciple?"

He didn't know that the girl wasn't agitated by the name Hua Xuanqing, but by
the name Xiang Yang. To her, it was the name of her father's killer, a name she would never forget.

This young girl was Luo Jinling, daughter of Luo Tiansheng, the leader of the Divine Camel Gang.

During the three-way attack on Jin Guo Manor, Luo Jinling, taking advantage of her gender, infiltrated the manor on her father's orders
. She sabotaged many of the manor's mechanisms, traveled back and forth, and relayed a great deal of intelligence, causing Jin Guo Manor to
suffer several defeats. Later, Yang Xiaojuan noticed her unusual identity, and during their fight, Luo Jinling lured
Yang Xiaojuan to fight the Prince of Bi'an. Through her schemes, she led Yang Xiaojuan to be
captured by the Prince of Bi'an, the Kang siblings, and others, nearly losing her virginity.

Afterwards, Huang Zhonggui, Shi Niangzi, and others fought a major battle in the back mountain, leaving the manor vulnerable. Luo Jinling seized the opportunity to rescue her brother,
Luo Yingfeng , and discovered the cellar mechanism. She then captured the wounded and exhausted Ling Yunxia and Yang Xiaojuan,
who were taken to the back mountain by Luo Yingfeng and the members of the Divine Camel Gang, intending to use the two women as hostages. Unexpectedly, just as Xiang Yang was at a great disadvantage
, Wen Yuan arrived at the opportune moment and knocked Luo Tiansheng off a precipice. Luo Jinling was still
in , not yet at the back mountain, and had not yet recognized Xiang Yang and Wen Yuan. Upon hearing of their father's
death from her brother, Luo Jinling was filled with grief and resolved to avenge him.

Luo Yingfeng, witnessing the extraordinary martial arts skills of Xiang and Wen, felt intimidated and said, "These two
are far superior to us, and most of our best fighters in the Divine Camel Gang have already been lost… It's not that I don't want revenge, but
given the current situation, I am truly powerless." Luo Jinling saw that her elder brother, having succeeded as gang leader, was weak-willed, and that her own martial arts
were not yet fully mastered. She harbored a deep desire for revenge for her father but was at a loss for what to do.

Later, Long Yuqing wanted to retain the Dragon Palace Sect and the Divine Camel Gang to guard Changling, and Luo Yingfeng, not daring to defy Long Yuqing's
authority, had no choice but to agree. In Changling, Luo Jinling inadvertently witnessed Long Tengming displaying his martial arts skills, which surpassed even
her father's . Amazed and impressed, she suddenly had a thought: "Long Tengming's martial arts belong to the same school as Xiang Yang and Wen Yuan
. If I could obtain the mental techniques and secret formulas of a few martial arts from him, and study their weaknesses, even if my own martial arts still
couldn't match those two villains, I could at least use this to counter their skills. Wouldn't that be a brilliant plan to strike at their root
?"

Having made up her mind, Luo Jinling secretly discussed the matter with Long Tengming, disregarding the cost, hoping only to obtain
the secret formulas of advanced martial arts such as the Nine Revolutions Profound Skill and the Nine Thunder Palm. Long Tengming dared not easily agree without his father's permission,
but seeing Luo Jinling's captivating beauty and hearing her pleading voice, his lust was aroused, and he found it difficult to refuse.
He immediately promised to teach Luo Jinling some martial arts formulas every day, but she had to submit to him and be at his
beck and call.

Luo Jinling, inherently stubborn and now consumed by revenge, surprisingly agreed to Long Tengming's
conditions . On their first night together, the virgin Luo Jinling was ravaged by Long Tengming, suffering excruciating pain until she could barely
stand the next day. Seeing this beautiful woman in such a pitiful state, Long Tengming was delighted and
kept her in the Changling Underground Palace, indulging in daily debauchery and pleasure. Sometimes he would order her to have sex with his subordinates while he
watched. On some days, Luo Jinling was raped more than ten times.

Over time, although Luo Jinling suffered terribly from the torment, Long Tengming kept his promise and
taught her a considerable portion of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, though only a few dozen characters each day, with no end in sight. Fearing that
Long Tengming would grow tired of her and not teach her the complete technique, she diligently learned various bedroom arts to please
him and keep him entertained.

A few days ago, Long Tengming was injured by Xiang Yang's palm strike and was recuperating. Unable to engage in sexual relations with Luo Jinling, he ordered
Ma Guangyuan and others to relay the cultivation technique, leaving Luo Jinling to be subjected to their lustful desires. Ma Guangyuan and Xu Jun were
Long Tengming's trusted confidants and wouldn't reveal the profound cultivation technique to outsiders, especially since it was only a few words and useless to others.
These men, ordered to track down Ren Jianqing, Xiang Yang, and others, subjected Luo Jinling to abuse along the way. One day,
they imprisoned her in an abandoned house in the countryside, only to have her taken away by Xiang Yang. Although Kang Chufeng and the others were ordered to investigate, they were completely powerless
to resist .

Luo Jinling, her back to Xiang Yang, trembled, covering her face to hide her emotions. Her only thought was, "
He is Xiang Yang, one of my father's enemies!" In an instant, any gratitude she felt for Xiang Yang's help
vanished, replaced by a murderous intent. She thought, "He doesn't know my identity and won't be
wary of me; this is the perfect opportunity to kill him. But with my current martial arts skills and stamina, if I can't kill him in one move, I'll never have
another chance..."

She recalled her fight with Wen Yuan, where she was completely outmatched, and even her junior brother was... This
was obvious , who thought to himself, "He fought Yun Chang and managed to escape unscathed; his martial arts are truly formidable. If
I want to kill him, I can't confront him directly right now..."

She tried to calm herself, took a breath, and looked down to see her clothes on the ground. She
realized she was naked. A thought struck her, and she turned to look. Seeing Xiang Yang's gaze fixed elsewhere, not taking the opportunity
to peek at her body, she felt a surge of turmoil. Suppressing her hatred, she whispered, "Xiang... Xiang...
Young Hero ..." Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

Hearing her call, Xiang Yang turned around. Seeing her unclothed, her eyes flickering, and
her face pale, his suspicions deepened, but he didn't want to look any longer. Just as he was about to reach for her clothes, Luo Jinling...
She reached out and pressed his hand against the back of his hand, then lowered her head and gently shook her head. (Ten Scenes Satin

(One Hundred and Twenty-Seven)) 　　Xiang Yang felt a sudden unease as his hand touched hers, and he withdrew it, picking up Luo Jinling's clothes and handing them to her. Luo Jinling took it casually, covering her chest with it but not putting it on . Forcing herself to calm down, she whispered, "Young Master Xiang, can you really help me?" Xiang Yang said, "The Nine Revolutions Profound Skill is a martial art of our sect. My skills are not yet proficient, so I cannot teach it casually. Miss, what difficulties do you have? You might as well tell me." 　　Luo Jinling had already considered several ideas, wanting to trick Xiang Yang into revealing the Nine Revolutions Profound Skill's inner workings. However, after hearing Xiang Yang's words, she felt it was unlikely to work. After a moment's thought, a look of sorrow appeared on her face, and she said softly, " I can't say it. You saved me, and I can no longer go back to Long Tengming's side. Young Master Xiang, if you are willing to teach me the rest of the incantation, I... I will be your servant from now on, at your disposal, and I will do it willingly. Please ... please..." As she spoke, she bowed gracefully to Xiang Yang, her voice like a plea, and her fair body faintly revealed a soft blush. 　　Xiang Yang's expression changed drastically. He stepped aside, refusing her bow, and said solemnly, "Miss, you mustn't have any more thoughts of degrading yourself. What is it that requires such a sacrifice?" Luo Jinling trembled slightly and sighed, "This is something I really can't say. Young Master Xiang, you...you despise my body for being impure and don't want to take me in?" Xiang Yang hurriedly said, "No, Miss, don't think such things." Luo Jinling said, "Is it because I'm ugly that Young Master Xiang doesn't find me attractive?" She raised her head slightly and looked at Xiang Yang quietly. 　　In the hazy night, Luo Jinling lay half-naked on the ground. Her body, which had been violated multiple times, still had translucent and alluring skin. A strand of long hair fell in front of her beautiful face, and her eyes were full of hope and pleading. With such an expression, how many men could remain unmoved? Xiang Yang, seeing this, couldn't help but feel a jolt in his heart. He immediately avoided her gaze and said, "Miss, I rescued you purely out of anger, with no other intentions. How could I possibly violate you like those three?" 　　Luo Jinling heard his resolute tone and unwavering gaze. A thought flashed through her mind: "This villain is quite self- controlled. If I continue to entangle with him, I'm afraid he won't be bewitched by me. I should find a way to stay by his side and kill him when the opportunity arises." Thinking of this, Luo Jinling propped herself up and said in a low voice, "Young Master Xiang I was unaware of the gravity of my words and have offended you greatly. I... I'd better leave. Don't trouble yourself, Young Master." With that, she slowly put on her clothes and got up to leave. 　　Seeing her sorrowful and helpless expression, a lone young girl, weak and disheveled after suffering abuse, walking alone in the middle of the night, Xiang Yang couldn't ignore her. He stood up and asked, "Miss, what are plans?" Luo Jinling whispered, "I...I don't know. I have no home, nothing left, what can I do?" 　　Xiang Yang thought, "Regardless of who this girl is, her refusal to speak of her difficulties is her own predicament, and I shouldn't interfere. But letting her leave like this is unsettling." After thinking for a moment, a thought suddenly . He stepped forward and asked, "Miss, do you know about Jin Guo Zhuang?" 　　The words "Jin Guo Zhuang" struck Luo Jinling like thunder. She immediately recalled the tragic death of her father, her heart filled with rage. Afraid that Xiang Yang would notice her strange expression, and also afraid that her words might reveal hatred, she slightly turned her head and nodded, secretly filled with suspicion. 　　Xiang Yang didn't pay attention. Seeing her nod, he said, "I have some connections with the four mistresses of Jin Guo Manor. If you have nowhere to go, how about I introduce you to Jin Guo Manor?" In his heart , he thought that Luo Jinling had suffered misfortune and was traumatized, something he couldn't truly understand, and he didn't know how to help her. Jin Guo Manor was full of women, and Madam Shi was very wise and capable. In this environment, she would surely be able to help Luo Jinling get out of the shadow of humiliation. So he made the suggestion. 　　Luo Jinling feigned leaving, a tactic intended to lure Xiang Yang into promising to help her stay by his side and avenge her father. Hearing Xiang Yang's words was exactly what she wanted. She suppressed her turbulent emotions and said softly, "Jin Guo Zhuang is the orthodox sect of the martial arts world. How can it tolerate a lowly woman like me?" As she spoke , two clear tears slid down her cheeks. These were tears she couldn't help but shed involuntarily when she thought of her father, which only deepened the vulnerability and bitterness she desperately wanted to portray. 　　Xiang Yang gently comforted her, "Miss, you don't need to think like that. The ladies of Jin Guo Manor are all open-minded; how could they discriminate against you? If you trust me, please stay here for a few days. I must wait for someone to arrive , and then we will go to Jin Guo Manor." 　　Luo Jinling wiped away her tears and said softly, "Since Young Hero Xiang 'll leave it to you. Who are you waiting for?" Xiang Yang's heart stirred slightly, and he said, "I'm waiting for a young lady." 　　Luo Jinling saw a hint of tenderness flash across his face and thought, "That must be his sweetheart. I heard from Long Tengming that his woman is Prince Jingwei." "The princess. He values this woman so much, so he's not averse to women. Using this to seduce him and make him lower his guard isn't impossible." Thinking this, Luo Jinling felt a surge of heat. She thought, "My body is already filthy. Even if he's my father's killer, as long as I can kill him, what does it matter if he takes me again? Having this opportunity to kill him is truly wonderful." Thinking of the prospect of revenge, a slight smile appeared on Luo Jinling's face . She whispered, "Very good." Xiang Yang, seeing her sudden smile, assumed she was mocking him and didn't mind, returning the smile slightly. 　　That night, Luo Jinling slept in the pavilion by the bridge, while Xiang Yang slept on the ground outside. Around four in the morning, Xiang Yang was suddenly awakened by a cry. He sat up with a start, looked into the pavilion, but Luo Jinling was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he heard several mournful cries from the riverbank. 　　Xiang Yang was slightly startled and rushed over. He saw Luo Jinling lying on the riverbank, her body submerged in the water, only her head above the surface, seemingly struggling for something. Xiang Yang quickly reached her side and called out, "Miss, what's wrong?" He pulled her hand, intending to help her up, but then noticed her bare arms. Looking closer, he realized her body underwater seemed to be naked as well. He hesitated, unsure how to help her. Seeing her furrowed brow and heavy breathing, as if enduring some pain, he disregarded propriety and pulled her to the surface. 　　Luo Jinling groaned softly, whispering, "It hurts... ah, ah..." Her body seemed unsteady.

With a pull, Xiang Yang found herself nestled in his arms, her naked body spraying water droplets onto him as she breathed
softly moaned.

Taken aback, Xiang Yang was caught off guard by the sudden embrace of a naked young woman. A moment of unease washed over him, and he was about to
gently push her away to inquire when he heard Luo Jinling whisper, "Am I...am I clean?
" Xiang Yang was slightly startled and asked, "What?" Luo Jinling softly replied, "I'm taking a bath. Those people
made me so dirty. I need to wash myself clean. Look...look at me, is my body...still dirty
?"

Hearing the plaintive tone in her voice, Xiang Yang felt a pang of sadness. He couldn't bear to push her away, yet he dared not look at
her naked body any longer. He said, "Of course you're clean. Girl, get up and get dressed." Luo Jinling, however, clung
tightly to Xiang Yang, her soft, damp breasts pressed against his chest, wetting his clothes, and whispered:
"Are you really clean? Then you won't dislike me, will you?"

Her tone was gentle and affectionate. Xiang Yang's heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, he gently pushed Luo
Jinling away and said, "Miss, I..." Before he could finish speaking, Luo Jinling's body trembled, and she cried out, "Ouch
!" Her left leg gave way, and she was about to fall. Xiang Yang reacted quickly and steadied Luo Jinling. He heard Luo Jinling
say softly, "I wasn't paying attention just now, and I slipped in the river. My left ankle... I think I twisted it, but
it's nothing serious ." As she spoke, a faint blush rose to her cheeks, and she quietly looked at Xiang Yang.

Xiang Yang was slightly startled by her gaze, but quickly regained his composure. He helped Luo Jinling
sit down and said, "Sit down, let me take a look." Luo Jinling nodded, a hint of shyness in her eyes,
and whispered, "Okay."

Xiang Yang squatted down and said, "Excuse me." He held Luo Jinling's left ankle in both hands, gently circulating his
inner energy, and circled her foot. Not feeling any injury, he released her, saying, "It's nothing serious,
just a little sore. You can rest assured, Miss." After saying this, he stood up, not even
glancing .

Luo Jinling hummed in agreement, slightly disappointed, thinking, "This villain is really patient." She
had deliberately pretended to have injured her ankle while bathing in the river, drawing Xiang Yang to check on her. Her original intention was to entice him
to commit an offense against her. Once Xiang Yang was aroused by lust and engaged in intimate relations, it would be the perfect opportunity to kill him. Unexpectedly,
Xiang Yang remained
unmoved. He glanced at her ankles and then looked away, waiting for her to put on her clothes. Luo Jinling was helpless, thinking to herself, "If it doesn't work this time, there will be other opportunities. I don't believe you can really resist."

In truth, although Xiang Yang wasn't seduced by Luo Jinling, he wasn't entirely unmoved either. Luo Jinling was beautiful and voluptuous,
and compared to the slender and elegant Zhao Wanyan, they each had their own strengths. Xiang Yang had seen her naked several times
, and he couldn't help but have lustful thoughts about her. However, with Zhao Wanyan in his heart, he could not tolerate any other woman.
Moreover, he was currently longing for Zhao Wanyan, and this place was where the two had met and fallen in love.
He cherished her all the more. Luo Jinling's words made his mind wander, and he immediately became alert, repeatedly admonishing himself: "Xiang Yang,
you must not act recklessly! This girl's situation is pitiful, you should do your best to help her. If you have any ill intentions,
wouldn't you be worse than a beast? How could you face Wanyan?"

The two were lost in thought and remained silent for a moment, with only the murmuring of the river heard by the bridge. Suddenly
, a clear whistle came from afar, approaching with incredible speed. At first, it seemed to be a mile away, but
the whistle sounded like surging waves, and in an instant it was as if it were right next to him. The whistle's maker not only possessed
extraordinary internal strength but also extremely rare lightness skills. The strange whistling sound flowed and swirled, like a hundred birds flying in formation, singing as they passed through
the air. Though it was only one person's voice, its variations were endless, like a song, with clear and crisp tones, seemingly a woman's
voice.

Xiang Yang and Luo Jinling looked towards the source of the whistling sound at the same time, and saw a golden light and a silver light rushing towards them
, as if flying and floating, like two birds skimming the ground
. However 　　, the golden light came straight, while the silver light zigzagged and darted, sometimes high and sometimes low, occasionally circling slightly, but never falling behind the golden light.

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=== ... 　　As the golden light passed, a silver light, accompanied by a clear whistling sound, followed. Just as it passed the two figures, it suddenly and gracefully turned, circling back in a semi-circle before arriving in front of Xiang and Luo. It circled them four times, the whistling sound melodiously, extremely pleasing to the ear. With each circle, it slowed down slightly. After four circles, the silver light gently landed before the two, and the whistling ceased. 　　Xiang Yang, initially bewildered by the two beams of light, now clearly saw a beautiful young woman before him. Petite and with fair skin, she was shrouded in a silver-white cloak of unknown material, which shone brilliantly in the darkness, like a glowing orb. The young woman tilted her head, sizing up the two of them. She blinked, then smiled slightly and said, "It's so late at night, what are you two doing here?" Her voice was sweet and melodious, each word a rhythmic melody. Xiang Yang and Luo Jinling felt an indescribable comfort in her voice and remained silent for a moment. 　　Seeing their lack of response, the silver-clad girl was about to say something more when the golden light stopped several dozen feet away , and a voice called out, "Junior sister, what are you doing? Come quickly, don't delay!" The voice also seemed to belong to a young woman, but it was far more calm and serious, a stark contrast . 　　The silver-clad girl smiled sweetly and said, "Some villains are going to pass by here soon, you mustn't be seen . Quickly hide." With that, she waved her hand lightly, and with a leap, her figure swiftly moved towards the golden light , uttering a clear whistle. 　　Xiang Yang watched the two disappear into the distance, feeling utterly bewildered, when suddenly he saw another figure rushing towards . It was a woman in purple, remarkably beautiful. She paused briefly as she passed the two, saying, " Excuse me! Did...did two girls dressed in gold and silver pass by just now?" Her breathing was labored , as if she were exhausted from a long journey. 　　Xiang Yang pointed in the direction the silver-clad girl had gone. The woman in purple bowed and said, "Thank you!"

He followed, panting heavily.

Before the woman in purple had gone far, three more girls arrived, one in pale yellow and two in
emerald green, all struggling to keep up. They didn't even glance at Xiang Yang and Luo Jinling before rushing off,
following far behind the woman in purple.

Xiang Yang frowned and said, "This is a bit strange." Luo Jinling hummed in agreement, but
she understood , thinking, "Could it be those people? Otherwise, why would they have alarmed these women?"

Soon, seven or eight more women arrived. The later ones could still see those in front, so none
stopped to speak to Xiang Yang. After a while, twenty or thirty girls arrived together, their paces varying
, their expressions different—some angry, some panicked, some completely calm. But
the strangest thing was that they were all beautiful, without exception.

After fifty or sixty girls had passed, no one else arrived. Xiang Yang thought to himself, "The silver-clad girl
said that evil people were coming. Surely not all these women are evil people? Dozens of girls traveling at night, yet
they're scattered like this—it makes no sense." Just as he was having these doubts, he suddenly
heard . Upon closer listening, it sounded like the clash of metal. The clashes were both numerous and rapid, indicating that people were
exchanging blows with weapons.

Xiang Yang thought to himself, "The main culprit has arrived." Although the sound of the weapons clashing was loud, it also seemed somewhat stagnant
. He knew that one of the attackers possessed profound inner strength, concealing his true power, while
another
relied on fierce and powerful moves to win. In the darkness, he saw several dark figures gradually approaching. One young man was running in the lead, weaving left and right, his long sword opening and closing with ever-changing movements. He fought against several people behind him single-handedly. Although he fought and retreated, he still managed
to hold on, parrying all the attacks of his enemies.

Upon seeing the young man's martial arts skills and movements, Xiang Yang was startled and exclaimed, "It's Junior Brother!"
Hearing this, Luo Jinling's heart skipped a beat. Looking from afar, it indeed resembled Wen Yuan. A sense of foreboding washed over her: "This is bad
! Wen Yuan already knows my identity. If he sees me, I won't be able to fool Xiang Yang."

Unwilling to let her chance for revenge slip away, yet unable to act
immediately to hide behind the bridge, avoiding Wen Yuan before making her own plans. Xiang Yang didn't notice her unusual expression, assuming
she was afraid of a fierce fight and that hiding was better for her. He said, "Miss, don't come out. I'll
deal with these guys first." He circled his right palm, gathering his inner strength, and strode forward, calling out, "Junior Brother,
come quickly!"

The lone fighter was indeed Wen Yuan. He was already at a great disadvantage fighting against overwhelming odds, but hearing Xiang Yang's
shout , he was overjoyed. He had no time to turn around, only shouting, "Senior brother, be careful! These people are incredibly powerful!
"

Xiang Yang had already clearly seen that there were five people attacking Wen Yuan: two middle-aged men wielding broadswords,
two younger men with short spears and nine-section whips respectively, and a short
, bald old man, thin and bony, unarmed, yet his moves were the most formidable. He used his hands to grab and strike, his fingers and palms flashing, his advances and retreats
unpredictable. Wen Yuan's longsword defense was mostly used to deal with this old man. Without hesitation,
Xiang Yang stepped forward, slightly lifting his left foot, and with a split of his palms, his right palm struck the old man with a whoosh.

This palm strike not only contained the power of the "Kui Dragon Force,"
but also unconsciously incorporated the "Universal Divine Power" secret technique that Xiang Yang had been diligently practicing for many days. The palm force was sometimes released and sometimes withdrawn, with layers upon layers of power, as vast as a raging ocean
, its power was astonishing. The old man, suddenly faced with a fierce
attack
, remained calm under pressure. He abandoned Wen Yuan and retreated, clapping his hands three times with each step. When he had retreated three steps, Xiang Yang's palm force had arrived. The old man brought his palms together, unleashing his inner strength, and a fierce and powerful force met the attack head-on. Its power was even comparable to the Thunder Palm. The two exchanged
palm strikes from a distance, each taking a step back. They stared at each other, both surprised, and exclaimed in their hearts: "It's this guy
!"

The withered old man in front of them was actually Yun Feichang, whom Xiang Yang had just sparred with.

With the help of Xiang Yang's palm strike, Wen Yuan's situation immediately improved. He unleashed four consecutive "Xiao Xiang Shui Yun"
moves with his longsword, the sword seemingly shrouded in wisps of smoke, elusive and unpredictable. The two burly men wielding knives cried out in pain, struck by the sword,
and fell to the ground one after the other. Yun Feichang cursed, "Damn it, two little brats trying to ruin my grandpa's
plans !" He lashed out with his left palm, attacking Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan used his "Butterfly Dream" movement technique to dodge,
laughing, "If you were my grandfather, why would you curse my grandmother?" Yun Feichang spat and cursed, "If I
were truly your grandfather, your grandmother would naturally be a shameless harlot, wouldn't she deserve to be cursed?" Wen Yuan smiled and said,
"If that's the case, then you're the one who should be cursed." Their words were sharp and confrontational, and their hand-to-hand combat was equally
swift, sword and palm striking each other with lightning speed, exchanging seven moves in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that Yun Feichang was holding off Xiang and Wen, the remaining two men didn't step forward to help, abandoning the three of them and
running ahead. Wen Yuan caught sight of this, feinted a move with his sword, and immediately withdrew, chasing after the two, shouting
: "Stop!" His long sword followed like a shadow, stabbing the two men in the back with a single thrust. The two had no choice but to turn around and
block with their weapons, fighting Wen Yuan again.

Xiang Yang was secretly puzzled: "I thought these five were joining forces to chase down my junior brother, but it seems that it is
my junior brother who is entangled with these people. What's going on?" To ensure that Wen Yuan had no worries, he
unleashed a flurry of palm strikes, the fierce move "Thunderous Drums Shake Mountains and Rivers," parrying all of Yun Feichang's dangerous attacks.
Wen Yuan and the two men fought and ran, reaching the bridge. Wen Yuan intensified his swordplay, unleashing a flurry of fantastical strikes, his sword flashing and
surging. Suddenly, he drew several circles, deflecting one man's nine-section
whip stabbing the man to the ground, sending him tumbling off the bridge and into the river. The other man had barely cried out in alarm when Wen Yuan's left palm lashed out with a backhand motion
, light and nimble as flowing water, knocking the short spear from his hand. He then grabbed the man's collar, pulling
and then throwing him into the river with a powerful internal force.

Yun Feichang was secretly surprised, thinking, "These four useless fools were defeated so quickly! Those two
brats are quite skilled in martial arts; although they might not be able to defeat me, they are still troublesome. It seems I have no choice but to abandon those beauties for now
, start over, and reunite with Lao Si." He then feigned an attack with Xiang Yang, glared at him, and suddenly
retreated, slowly striking each other three times with his hands. His sleeves billowed with gusts of wind, and his imposing presence was already overwhelming
.

Seeing this, Xiang Yang dared not be careless. He stood still, secretly channeling his
inner energy into his palms, waiting for Yun Feichang's fierce attack, ready to counter at any moment. Unexpectedly, after Yun Feichang clapped his hands three times, his knees bent and straightened, and his thin...
The little boy sprang back like a spring, calling out, "My two good grandsons, Grandpa will play with you again next time!
" He then thrust out both palms, both blocking Xiang Yang's pursuit and using the momentum to float several feet away. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he turned and darted off
, truly as fast as a shooting star, disappearing in a flash.

Xiang Yang called out, "Junior brother, should we chase him or not?" Wen Yuan stood on the bridge, watching Yun Chang's escape,
sheathed his sword, and said, "He's fleeing the way he came; he won't be able to catch those girls. We don't need to worry about him for now. Senior brother
, have you waited for Miss Zhao?" As he said this, he had already stepped off the bridge and come to Xiang Yang's side. Luo Jinling, who had been hiding on
the side of the bridge, quickly slipped to the other side when she saw him step off.

Xiang Yang said, "Not yet. Junior brother, weren't you going to find your junior sister and the others? Why are you fighting with this old man
? Who are those girls dressed in gold and silver?" Wen Yuan's face flushed slightly, seemingly quite embarrassed,
and he laughed , "I'm sorry to make you laugh, senior brother. This was originally meddling in other people's business, but it's quite a headache. Senior brother,
who is that girl behind the bridge?"

Luo Jinling was suddenly startled, her heart pounding wildly, thinking to herself, "Oh no, he... he still found me,
what should I do?" She only heard Xiang Yang say, "I just met that girl myself. Miss, you can come out now.
This is my junior brother, he's not a bad person." The last few words were obviously spoken to Luo Jinling. Luo
Jinling huddled by the bridge, burying her head in her knees, desperately trying to lower her voice, trembling as she said, "I...I don't want to see
anyone else. Young Hero Xiang...please don't force me."

Xiang Yang sighed inwardly, thinking, "The wounds this girl has suffered are probably quite severe." He then
said softly, "Junior Brother, this girl has suffered misfortune, her chastity is compromised, I think it's best if you don't see her."
Wen Yuan had only exchanged a few words with Luo Jinling that day and wasn't familiar with her voice.
Moreover, her current state of unease and anxiety was vastly different from the resentment and agitation she felt in the underground palace, so he didn't recognize her. Upon hearing Xiang Yang's
words, he didn't press further and instead asked, "It's alright. Senior brother, did you see those two
girls in gold and silver? Are the other sixty-odd girls all safe?"

Xiang Yang replied, "I did see the ones in gold and silver. There were others in purple and yellow
, about fifty or sixty in total. Whether that's all you're talking about, I don't know. Junior brother, it seems you
haven't found your junior sister, Zi Yuan, or Murong yet, but you've been traveling with these girls. What are
your intentions?" He smiled slightly, clearly teasing him. Wen Yuan patted his head, smiled helplessly, and said, "
Senior brother is joking. These girls were almost wiped out by Yun Feichang and his gang of villains. I overestimated
myself and tried to step in, almost becoming a scapegoat. If senior brother weren't here, I'd probably be dead by now."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yang could
n't help but feel puzzled and said, "Junior brother, what you're saying is a bit strange. I fought Yun Feichang before. Although he's extremely powerful, he might not necessarily be able to kill you. Those two girls in gold
and silver also seem to be very skilled. If all of you joined forces,
how could these five people have put you in such danger?" Wen Yuan said, "If it were just Yun Feichang alone, we could handle it,
but it wouldn't be that simple. Senior brother, do you know Yun Feichang's background?" Xiang Yang said, "This old man's
martial arts are... " " His path is righteous and forceful, yet it carries a hint of evil, as if he cultivates both good and evil, each with its own strengths. I
've never heard of him before."

Wen Yuan said, "I didn't know either, but after hearing these girls talk about him, I learned more. This Yun Feichang
has three other sworn brothers. He's ranked second, and the third one has already died in the Changling Underground Palace
. That's Tang Feidao."

Xiang Yang heard the names "Yun Feichang" and "Tang Feidao" at the same time, and his mind suddenly cleared. He said, "
Ah, that's right, this old man must be one of the 'Four Non-Men' of the martial arts world. I've only heard of his name, but I don't know the names of these
four . I didn't expect it to be him!"

Wen Yuan nodded and said, "Senior brother, you've also heard of this person. Then it
will be easier for me to tell you what has happened these past few days." Then he and Xiang Yang sat on the bridge and talked for a while. 　　Ten Scenes of Silk (

129 )

=== ... As dusk approached, he heard the shouts of waiters coming from the inns along the street. A thought struck him: "Ziyuan doesn't know martial arts, so Xiaoyin and my junior sister certainly wouldn't let her sleep in the wilderness . If they're safe and sound, they might have already found an inn to rest. I might as well inquire about it from here." 　　As he was thinking, one foot had unconsciously stepped into the inn. A waiter came up and invited him to sit down . Wen Yuan was also a little hungry, so he ordered a bowl of noodles. When the waiter brought it over, he asked, " Waiter , may I ask you about a few people? Did three beautiful young ladies come to the shop together today?" 　　The waiter grinned and said, "We've had quite a few customers today, from morning till night. Let alone three ladies, we've had thirty." Wen Yuan said, "No, I mean they came together . Hmm, these three young ladies are all very young. One is wearing purple, one is wearing light red, and the youngest is wearing a blue cloth shirt." He described the colors of Zi Yuan, Xiao Murong, and Hua Xuan's clothes. Suddenly, four pairs of eyes shot over from the next table . They were two young women, one with a surprised expression and the other with an angry look on her face. 　　The waiter's eyes darted around, and he chuckled, "It seems there are some, but none of them are wearing red . There are two wearing green. Young master, why are you asking about these girls for no reason?" Wen Yuan's spirits lifted immediately, overjoyed. He paid little attention to the glances from the two women at the next table, grabbed the waiter's hand, and exclaimed, "Really? Where...where did they go?" The waiter shrugged and said, "They left an hour ago." Wen Yuan pressed, "Where did they go?" He thought to himself, "Did Xiao Yin change into green ? Hmm, perhaps she disguised herself to avoid the Imperial Mausoleum Sect's pursuers." 　　The waiter said, "I haven't seen these three girls since they left the shop, so how would I know where they went? "

"Where did they go?" Seeing Wen Yuan's eager expression, he became curious and asked, "Young Master,
who are these three girls to you? Such elegant and beautiful women are truly rare!" Wen Yuan was slightly taken aback,
feeling that answering that all three were his partners was unbelievable. After a moment's thought, he replied, "They are
my sisters." He thought to himself, "As the saying goes, 'Within the four seas, all are brothers,' and Zi Yuan, Xiao Yin, and
my junior sister so close, 'within the same family, all are sisters.'" "It seems quite logical."

The waiter seemed somewhat surprised, looking Wen Yuan up and down, and said with a smile, "Young master, with such a handsome appearance
, it's quite fitting to have such beautiful sisters..." Before he could finish speaking,
one dressed in yellow, suddenly stood up, pointed at Wen Yuan, and cursed, "You lecherous scoundrel, you look respectable on the outside
, how can you speak so shamelessly!"

As soon as the girl uttered those words, many people in the inn turned to look. Another slightly older
girl in blue quickly pulled the woman in yellow back and whispered, "Don't cause trouble." The girl in yellow stamped her foot and angrily said
, "Who's causing trouble? Listen to what this person is saying, it's so filthy."

Wen Yuan was quite taken aback. He bowed to the two women and said, "Miss, why do you say that?
Where did I go wrong? Please enlighten me." The girl in yellow angrily said, "Oh, so you're pretending. You said
our..." Before she could finish speaking, the girl in blue pulled her hand, signaling her not to say more, and
said to Wen Yuan, "What is your purpose in inquiring about the whereabouts of those three young ladies?" "?" Wen Yuan noticed that
although the woman in blue spoke calmly, her expression was quite hostile. He felt uneasy, but still politely
bowed and said, "These three are my family members. I got separated on the way and am in a hurry to find
them and bring them back."

The girl in yellow was very impatient. Hearing Wen Yuan's words, she suddenly rushed forward and shouted, "
Sister, listen to his nonsense! I... I don't care anymore, I have to teach him a lesson." As soon as she finished speaking,
the girl moved swiftly and appeared in front of Wen Yuan in a flash. Her left palm protected her body, and her right thumb, index, and middle
fingers were raised together to quickly press on Wen Yuan's "Jianzhen" acupoint.

Her movements were swift and precise, her stance exquisitely beautiful. Seeing her right hand strike and
her left hand knew she was preparing a surprise attack. He thought, "This young lady is truly strange.
Why did she attack so suddenly?" Unwilling to injure someone without reason, and seeing the girl's remarkable finger technique, he
couldn't ignore her. He flipped his left hand, and with a flick of his sleeve, he touched the yellow-clad girl's right wrist. The
girl's wrist went numb, her attack unable to advance further. Startled, she swiftly brought her three left fingers together and thrust them out
like a bird's beak, light and skillful. Though the moves were sequential, they were executed in a seamless, high-level fashion.

Wen Yuan's left sleeve returned to his right, his inner strength surging. The wind from his sleeve immediately neutralized
the force . With a single finger, he grasped the girl's pulse point through her sleeve, and smiled slightly. The girl in yellow, her pulse
restricted, could no longer muster any internal energy. Her face turned deathly pale, and she cried out in alarm, "What...
what are you doing?"

Wen Yuan, seeing her terrified expression, hadn't yet understood what was happening when the girl in blue suddenly leaped forward
, shouting, "Let her go!" Her hands moved in rapid succession, her martial arts style mirroring that of the girl in yellow,
but her internal energy was far stronger. Wen Yuan noticed her previously composed demeanor had suddenly changed to one of panic
, and that her attacks targeted vital acupoints. He frowned, thinking, "Why are these two girls
resorting to desperate moves right from the start?" Without time to ponder further, he raised his right hand slightly, activating the "Butterfly Dream" technique.
His five fingers moved like the gentle strumming of a zither, lightly and gracefully deflecting all of the girl in blue's attacks.

The girl in blue had launched a fierce attack with all her might, yet it was easily
countered by the opponent with a single hand. Her face drained of color, and she leaped back several steps, stammering, "You...you..."

Wen Yuan released the girl in yellow with his left hand, gracefully retreating several feet. He said, "Ladies
, have I said something wrong that has angered you so much? 'Man suffers from not knowing his own faults.' I humbly request your
guidance. If I have indeed acted improperly, I will apologize to you. Otherwise, 'to know one's faults but not to correct them is cowardice
.'"

Now free, the girl in yellow immediately leaped back to the girl in blue's side, her face still showing signs of shock. She
gritted her teeth and whispered, "Sister, this lecherous thief is formidable. I'll hold him off. You quickly go find the sect leader to deal with
him." The girl in blue forced herself to remain calm and said, "No, you go first. I can stall him longer." She seemed not to have heard much of what
Wen Yuan said.

Wen Yuan was bewildered and said, "I truly had no intention of fighting with you two. If you wish to leave,
how could I dare to stop you? This matter must be a misunderstanding."

The girl in yellow angrily retorted, "What misunderstanding? You just said you wanted to take...those...those three girls home
. Wasn't that malicious? You lecher! My sisters and I may not be as skilled as you, but with the Yunxiao Sect
here, we will not allow you to act so recklessly!"

Wen Yuan was slightly taken aback and said, "Yunxiao Sect?" He secretly pondered, "What kind of sect is that? I
don't think I've ever heard of such a sect in the Central Plains martial arts world." The girl in blue's expression changed, and she pulled the girl in yellow
towards the shop's exit, shouting, "Stop talking and let's go!" Reaching the door, seeing that Wen Yuan wasn't chasing after them,
she was filled with suspicion and uncertainty. She pushed the girl in yellow out of the shop, and seeing that Wen Yuan still didn't move,
she cautiously backed away step by step, as if she would fight to the death if Wen Yuan stepped forward.

Wen Yuan was pondering the meaning of her words when suddenly it dawned on him: "Ah, that's it!
Zi Yuan and the others must have encountered wicked men who were lustful on the road. Xiao Yin and my junior sister couldn't resist them and were only able to escape with the help of the '
Yunxiao Sect' members. These two ladies must be from the Yunxiao Sect. They must think
I also had ulterior motives, which is why they called me a lecher. No one has called me
like that ." Thinking of this, Wen Yuan suddenly realized something and was overjoyed. He thought to himself
: "In that case, these two ladies must have seen Zi Yuan and the others, and perhaps they even know their
whereabouts ."

Seeing the two women about to leave, Wen Yuan quickly stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said: "Ladies, please
wait !" When the two ladies in yellow and blue saw him approaching, they immediately gathered their strength in their palms, their faces full of fear
, ready to strike with all their might at any moment. Wen Yuan, unwilling to escalate the conflict, simply smiled and said, "This matter is difficult to explain
clearly. In short, I have absolutely no ulterior motives and am not what you two think. Why don't you take me away?"
"Once you see those three girls, their explanation will make everything clear."

The two girls exchanged glances, hesitant, both thinking, "Could they really know each other? That's
strange, I've never heard of them before. He never showed his true colors, he probably has other plans. If he came along
, it's a good opportunity. If he's not a villain, that's best, otherwise, we can have our sect
leader punish him. With dozens of fellow disciples, how could he possibly defeat them?"

The two girls exchanged a look and nodded. The girl in blue said, "Alright, we'll take you to see those
three girls. But let me make this clear: if they don't recognize you, we won't hold back." With just the two of
them , the phrase "holding back" was obviously not appropriate; it
referred to a situation where dozens of members of the Cloud Soaring Sect attacked together, resulting in a numerical advantage. Seeing that the two women remained wary, Wen Yuan didn't mind and smiled, "Alright
, that's settled." He then took out a few pieces of silver and casually handed them to the waiter, saying, "Let's go!
" He was worried about the three women, and now that he knew their whereabouts, he didn't want to waste a single moment.

The two women didn't exchange a word and ran side by side out of the inn, heading towards the edge of town. Wen Yuan had previously fought with the two women and
felt that their internal strength was mediocre. Now, seeing their light and swift steps, like birds skimming the ground without any hesitation,
their lightness skill far surpassed that of ordinary people with such internal strength. He couldn't help but secretly marvel, "The lightness skill of the Yunxiao Sect
is truly unparalleled in the martial arts world." He gathered his true energy and used the "Riding the Wind" movement technique, his body moving like a breeze,
seemingly slow but actually swift, following closely behind the two women.

Seeing his incredible lightness skill, as if his feet didn't touch the ground, the two girls were filled with admiration
and thought, "This man's martial arts are truly remarkable. With this level of lightness, perhaps only the three senior sisters can
compare." Their fear of Wen Yuan deepened even further.

The three of them, two in front and one behind, soon arrived at a lush green valley. The two girls quickened their pace and slipped into
the woods, with Wen Yuan gracefully following. Upon entering the forest, Wen Yuan saw two women
in red . Seeing Wen Yuan follow them, their faces showed extreme surprise.

Reaching the depths of the forest, the two girls stopped one after the other. The girl in blue looked up and suddenly
let out a few soft "duo duo jia jia" sounds, like birdsong.

Suddenly, birdsong filled the forest—orioles, larks, all kinds, incredibly beautiful
—and many birds of all sizes flew into the woods. Upon closer inspection, some were indeed birds, but many were
young women, each nimble and agile, perched high on treetops or sitting in the grass beneath. Wen Yuan
looked around and saw at least sixty or seventy young women, their colorful attire dazzling.
The sudden appearance of so many women surrounding him left Wen Yuan slightly bewildered, wondering, "Could it be that the Cloud Soaring Sect
, like the Heroines' Manor, is entirely composed of young women?"

The yellow and blue-clad girls darted into the crowd, bringing out three figures. The blue-clad girl said, "
Young master, please look, are these three your sisters?"

Wen Yuan looked and was startled, both surprised and disappointed. The three girls were dressed in purple and
green , just as the waiter had described. The purple-clad woman was about twenty years old,
rather tall for a woman, with a delicate oval face and deep, still eyes. She wore a
purple cloak, adding a touch of mystery to her beauty. The other two girls appeared to be sixteen or seventeen years old,
with identical features and pretty faces. Beside the girl in purple, they seemed quite petite,
dressed in emerald green. Each wore a round jade pendant on their belt, one on the left and the other on the right.

Such beauty from these three girls was truly rare. However, they were not any of Zi Yuan,
Xiao Murong , or Hua Xuan. Wen Yuan was stunned, realizing that the waiter had been referring to these
three girls. As for Zi Yuan and the others, he had no idea where they were. Thinking of this, Wen Yuan
sighed deeply, almost bursting into tears in his disappointment.

As soon as he sighed, the girl in purple frowned slightly and whispered a few words in the ear of the girl in blue
. The girl in blue answered softly. The girl in purple's expression changed slightly, and she gave a soft snort, a hint of annoyance in her voice
. The girls in yellow and blue quickly retreated into the group of girls, a gloating expression on their faces
. 　　Ten Scenes　　Satin (

130)

=== ... "Observe," he said, "and also, 'Words often seem wrong but are right, and often seem right but are wrong; the principles of right and wrong must be distinguished.' Green and red are inherently different. If I hadn't misinterpreted the meaning, I wouldn't have made this mistake . As the Book of Rites says, 'A difference of a hair's breadth leads to an error of a thousand miles.' Alas, in the end, it was all my oversight. I hope you two ladies will forgive me for any offense I may have caused." 　　He hadn't been able to see Ziyuan and the other two, and his hopes had been dashed. He was already feeling dejected, and these few words came out with his head down and his spirits low. Apart from the two women in blue and yellow, how could the other women know what the waiter had said to him? This string of quotations, delivered with a tone that was both sentimental and apologetic, left most of the onlookers bewildered. Many young women found it amusing and smiled knowingly. 　　Although the woman in purple didn't quite understand, seeing his sincere expression, she thought it was genuine and wondered to , "This person doesn't seem to be a member of those villains. Could it really be a misunderstanding?" 　　Two identical green-clad girls stood behind the woman in purple. The girl on the left suddenly whispered on the right, "What did he say next? 'Lüshi Chunqiu said something like that,' I don't understand." The girl on the right pursed her lips, pondered for a moment, then turned her head and whispered back, "That 'say' means 'to say.' His sentence was about a person named Lüshi Chunqiu saying the following string of words." The girl on the left widened her eyes and whispered, "This person's surname is Lü? But how come his name has four characters? Doesn't that mean his given name has three characters?" 　　The girl on the right said, "Not necessarily. If his surname is Lüshi and his given name is Chunqiu, then it makes sense..."

"It's like the sect leader's surname is Huyan. If she didn't use a single character for her given name, it could also have four characters
." The girl on the left said, "It's still very strange. I've heard of the surname Huyan, but I've never heard of the surname
Lü . Do you think anyone has this surname?" The girl on the right said, "Yes, there is. This
person named Lü Shi Chunqiu has the surname Lü."

Not only did the two of them look alike, but their tone and voice were also exactly the same, equally clear and
gentle . These few words of conversation sounded like a question and answer to themselves. Seeing their serious
expressions couldn't help but chuckle. He said, "Ladies, the Lüshi Chunqiu isn't a person
, it's a book." The two girls turned around simultaneously, looking quite puzzled. The girl on the right said, "
Really ? I only know that books have titles, but I didn't know that books had surnames." The girl on the left said, "Yes
, I've never heard of that either. Hey, aren't you trying to fool us?" As they spoke, both girls tilted their heads slightly
, their large, bright eyes fixed on Wen Yuan, their postures and expressions identical, like a
mirror reflecting him.

Wen Yuan suppressed a laugh and said, "Of course a book doesn't have a surname.
And under heaven, there's probably no such compound surname as 'Lü'." The girl on the left said, "No such compound surname as 'Lü'? How do you know that?" The girl
on the right said, "There are so many names in the world, you couldn't possibly have heard of them all." The woman in purple
frowned slightly and said, "Hanbi, Yunqing, stop fooling around." The two girls seemed not to hear him. The girl on the left said:
"We both say it exists, but you say it doesn't. What proof do you have?" the girl on the right said again. "If
there's no proof, then you're just talking nonsense. There must be a surname called Lü."

The two girls, who had been answering each other, turned to speak to Wen Yuan. Their voices rose and
fell in perfect harmony, as if they were talking to one person. Wen Yuan was surprised and amused. He thought
that this nonsense would go on forever, so he cupped his hands and smiled, "I am not very knowledgeable. Perhaps there really is
a surname called Lü in the world, but I just don't know it. The two girls are very clever and insightful. They have come up with something that no one has seen before. It is
truly rare. They can infer three things from one. I admire them very much. I am not as good as them."

The two girls in green were very pleased. They smiled and returned the greeting at the same time, saying, "We dare not, we dare not!" Their faces were
innocent and happy, and their smiles spread, as if they had just received some beautiful clothes or novel toys.
Seeing the two girls' innocent and adorable nature, Wen Yuan's heart stirred. He thought of Hua Xuan and wondered, "
If my junior sister were here, the three of them, being of similar age, would surely get along well. Junior sister, where are you
?"

The girl on the left leaned closer to the woman in purple and whispered, "Senior Sister Qin, I don't think this person is
a bad guy. He's already apologized. Let's not make things difficult for him, okay?" The girl on the right also leaned closer
and whispered, "Yes, Senior Sister Qin, look how kind he is, how good his lightness skill is, and how
handsome . He certainly can't be a bad person. In my opinion, he's a very good person." After the two girls finished speaking, they
looked up at the woman in purple, their eyes sparkling, waiting for her to give her her consent.

The woman in purple was both amused and annoyed. She gently scolded, "Don't talk nonsense. Just because someone speaks politely,
has good martial arts skills, and is handsome doesn't mean they're a good person. That would be outrageous!" She took a step forward, gave Wen Yuan a slight bow
, and said, "Excuse me, may I ask which school of martial arts this young master Wen belongs to?" Her tone had softened considerably. Wen Yuan said,
"My late master's surname was Hua, and he passed away long ago. He had no sect affiliation. Just now, from what you two young ladies said, is your surname
Qin?" The woman in purple nodded and said, "I am Qin Panying from the Western Branch of the Yunxiao Sect. These two junior sisters are surnamed Liu
, and all of us here are disciples of the Western Branch of our sect." Wen Yuan said, "It's a pleasure to meet you." He thought to himself
, "What kind of sect is the Yunxiao Sect? It's strange that so many female disciples are gathered in one place."

Qin Panying said, "We have traveled a long way to the Central Plains to deal with a group of villains
. The two junior sisters who brought you here are probably overly sensitive and have mistaken you for one of them. Their words may
have been disrespectful, and I apologize on their behalf." As she spoke, she bowed gracefully. Wen Yuan hurriedly returned the greeting, saying, "
Miss Qin, you flatter me. I was so anxious to find someone that this oversight occurred. You two ladies are truly innocent."

Seeing his respectful attitude, which seemed genuine, Qin Panying smiled slightly, thinking, "This man is a bit
simple-minded. Judging from his appearance, he really doesn't seem like Kou Feitian or Cheng Taihao's group." She then said, "Since it's
a misunderstanding, young master, you don't need to take it to heart..." Just as she was about to say something to persuade Wen Yuan to leave and resolve the
misunderstanding, a long, clear cry suddenly pierced the air, its melodious sound carrying an inexplicable power. The expressions of the women in the forest
immediately changed. Many of the girls who had been sitting in the trees or standing on the rocks jumped down and stood still
, their faces becoming extremely solemn. Qin Panying also stopped speaking and turned to face the depths of the forest.

Suddenly, a golden light burst forth from the forest, dazzling and brilliant. The convergence of the light resembled a bird in flight, and
under its golden glow, it was as if a golden phoenix had descended from the sky. All the women of the Cloud Cloud Sect, from Qin Panying down,
looked towards the source of the golden light. Wen Yuan felt the dazzling golden light; with his eyes slightly closed, he vaguely saw
a figure within it—slender, tall, and seemingly a woman. A thought struck him: "Judging by this,
this is most likely the sect leader they've been talking about?"

The golden light arrived with incredible speed, and in an instant, it
stopped , standing before Qin Panying. The women exclaimed in unison, "Senior Sister!"

The person within the golden light was indeed a woman, appearing to be in her early twenties. Her face was fair and radiant,
her lips a touch of crimson, and her beauty was striking. However, her expression was cold and aloof—truly an ice queen, unapproachable
. She was draped in a dazzling golden cloak, her arms crossed over her chest, each wrist
adorned with a glittering gold bracelet.

This stunning woman swept into the woods like a gust of wind; though she had already stopped, her golden cloak still
billowed , not yet settling. Surrounded by other women, she resembled a phoenix spreading its wings, a sight to behold, her majesty indescribable.
Only Qin Panying stood beside her, her hair fluttering gently in the wind, her purple dress flowing lightly, creating a different kind of
beauty , like a purple phoenix dancing in the breeze. The two women complemented each other perfectly.

The woman in golden robes glanced coldly at Wen Yuan, then turned her head and said, "Junior Sister Qin, are you going to let this
man go?" Qin Panying was startled, saying, "This was all a misunderstanding. Young Master Wen is not an accomplice of those thieves
." The woman in golden robes said, "How do you know? The world is full of fickle hearts. If you want to put on an act, you'll do it perfectly."
"Looks quite similar." She glanced sideways at Wen Yuan, her lips twitching as if she were about to snort.

Wen Yuan, having nothing to hide, stepped forward and bowed, saying, "This young lady, are you
Miss Hu Yan?" The woman in gold glanced at him and said, "So what if I am?"

One of the two green-clad girls surnamed Liu stepped forward and laughed, "Young Master Wen, I see you have no
idea who our Yunxiao Sect has. You only learned from our conversation that our sect leader's surname is Hu Yan,
but you don't know her given name." The other girl followed, smiling, "You heard our sisters'
names , but you still can't tell who's who, can you?" Wen Yuan saw these two young girls... The girl was lively and adorable,
quick-witted, and he felt a good impression of her. He smiled and said, "The two ladies look exactly alike;
I really can't tell them apart."

A girl in green jumped over and laughed, "Since you don't know anyone from our Cloud Soaring Sect, I'll
introduce you." Another girl followed, laughing, "Young Master Wen doesn't really know us either, so of course
you'll introduce us first. There's no
reason for , is there?" Her words were like a tongue twister, yet she spoke clearly, and many young girls
smiled again.

Wen Yuan said, "Hmm, from what Miss Qin said, your names are Hanbi and Yunqing, right?" The girl
blinked and laughed, "Yes, but do you know who Hanbi is and who Yunqing is? Why don't you
guess?"

Wen Yuan glanced at the girl in gold and saw that her face was as cold as ice, and Qin Panying looked embarrassed. He thought to himself:
"It's not appropriate to joke around with these two young ladies like this." He smiled and said, "Anyway, you
can't guess, so please speak freely." The other girl in green smiled sweetly and said, "It's up to you whether you guess or not
. I'll tell you. My name is Hanbi." She pointed to the other girl and said, "And she is Yunqing
, of course. We are twin sisters. But my mother said we were born at the same time, so we are not distinguished by age." Wen Yuan
smiled and said, "I see." He lowered his head slightly and saw that the jade pendants on the two girls' waists were exactly
the same shape and size, and both were emerald green. However, Liu Hanbi's jade pendant was tied on the left side of her belt, while Liu Yunqing's jade pendant was tied on
the right side of her belt. Apart from that, the two girls were no different in appearance and clothing.

Liu Yunqing chuckled, turned slightly, and faced the woman in golden robes, saying, "You know our names
now, so let me introduce you to our sect leader. Her name is Huyan Feng, nicknamed 'Golden-Winged Phoenix
.' In the Western Branch of the Cloud Soaring Sect, she has the highest martial arts skills and the most beautiful appearance. Young Master Wen, you
haven't , but she is truly the most beautiful, don't you think?"

Suddenly, Huyan Feng raised her eyebrows and angrily said, "Yunqing, stop fooling around! You and Hanbi are always so
mischievous , what kind of behavior is this? If you don't quiet down, you'll both be going back to the Biyi Palace tomorrow and won't be leaving with the rest of us
." She spoke angrily and sharply, and the Liu sisters simultaneously turned their heads away and stuck out their tongues. Liu Hanbi
whispered , "Sect Leader Sister has a terrible temper, so you'd better watch your words. Senior Sister Qin also has a nickname, '
Heavenly Palace Purple Phoenix.'"

Wen Yuan glanced at Qin Panying's purple clothes and thought to himself, "That nickname must come from those purple clothes."
He said, "Do the two ladies also have nicknames?" Liu Yunqing smiled and said, "Our nickname is for both of us,
called 'Jadeite in the Mirror.' Young Master Wen, what's your nickname?" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "I'm
unknown , and I don't have a nickname in the martial arts world." He looked at Liu Hanbi and Liu Yunqing and thought to himself, "
Jadeite in the Mirror? Hmm, that's right. These two ladies are so similar, aren't they just like a pair of little jadeite birds in and out of a mirror
? That title is quite interesting."

Hu Yanfeng stepped forward slowly and said in a deep voice, "Hanbi, Yunqing, step back!" With his hands outstretched, two
streams of energy swept out to the left and right, and Liu Hanbi and Liu Yunqing immediately lost their footing and involuntarily took several
steps back to the sides. Seeing her serious expression, Wen Yuan was slightly taken aback and said, "Miss Huyan, what brings you here?" Huyan Feng's
beautiful eyes were full of hostility as she said, "Since you've come here, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Are you Kou Feitian
's subordinate?" Wen Yuan was taken aback again and said, "Kou Feitian? Who is that? I've never heard of him."

Huyan Feng sneered and said, "Is that so?" Suddenly, a golden light flashed, and Wen Yuan's eyes
lit up. He was startled and quickly took a step back. With a "swoosh," a long gash appeared on his left sleeve, and
a large amount of blood gushed out. Wen Yuan hadn't expected her to attack so suddenly. He was completely unprepared and caught off guard.
Huyan Feng's attack was incredibly fast. He hadn't even seen what weapon she was holding. He only saw
her right arm swing, lifting her cloak. A golden light swept over her, and although he had dodged, he was still injured. He was secretly astonished
, thinking, "Even Huang Zhonggui and Long Yuqing couldn't injure me in one move. Although she caught me off guard
, her technique is truly formidable!"

Qin Panying exclaimed, "Senior Sister, why... why did she suddenly attack?" Hu Yanfeng stared at Wen Yuan and
said, "We don't even know if this person is good or evil. He might be a spy sent by the other side to test us. How could you just
let him go like this? Kou Feitian, Yun Feichang, and those villains could arrive at any moment, plus that group of traitors from the Eastern Sect..."
"With a formidable enemy at hand, why aren't you alert? Capture this Wen fellow first, just in case." As soon as she finished speaking, she pulled up her cloak
with her right hand , and with a twirl, golden light flashed beneath it. In that instant, Wen Yuan saw several
golden blades arranged like bird wings, and his mind immediately cleared: "So her weapon is
this golden cloak!"

He had no intention of fighting without cause. Seeing the golden light approaching a second time, he gathered his true energy and floated up as lightly as a cloud
, landing on the top of the cypress tree behind him. Hu Yanfeng's "Golden Wing Blade" missed its right wing. As the golden light flashed, six smooth blades simultaneously slashed across
the cypress trunk, causing it to collapse with a crack, and five round pieces of wood flew out from the middle
. Wen Yuan leaped off the fallen treetop with a light tap of his foot. Hu Yanfeng raised his head slightly, facing Wen Yuan's location. With
a flick of his left wing, he soared into the air. Suddenly, golden blades flew through the air, and countless blades of the Golden Wing Blade flashed out from both wings, slashing
intricately at Wen Yuan, who was in mid-air.

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