Ten Scenery Satin 61-80

This post was last edited by icemen00 on 2014-10-3 05:28 .　　　　Ten Scenes of Silk
(Sixty-One )

=== ... Shi Niangzi kicked twice more, and after a crisp metallic clang, the floorboards flipped open again. 　　Xiang Yang nodded and said, "I see." Shi Niangzi said nothing more, squatted down in front of Yang Xiaojuan , and seeing her flushed face, drenched in sweat, and groaning incessantly, she couldn't help but sigh. Then she stood up, without turning her head , and said, "Brother Xiang, I'm entrusting Fourth Sister to you." With a leap, she left the cellar and closed the entrance. 　　In an instant, only Xiang Yang and Yang Xiaojuan remained in the underground stone chamber. Seeing Yang Xiaojuan 's dazed state, Xiang Yang was in utter turmoil. He thought to himself, "Miss Yang and I are complete strangers. We just met today , and she doesn't even know what kind of person I am. How can she just give herself to me like this? It's absurd!" 　　Looking at the beautiful young girl before him, Xiang Yang felt no joy, only immense frustration and distress. He thought, "Although Miss Shi agreed to my request, it wasn't Miss Yang's own will. How can I know she won't regret it? Besides, I already have Wan Yan. What will Wan Yan think ? Miss Yang is currently delirious. If I do this to her at this time, wouldn't that be taking advantage of her vulnerability? Xiang Yang , you're not a real man! Can't you come up with a solution?" 　　But in this situation, Xiang Yang was truly at a loss. Yang Xiaojuan was in the nearly stuffy cellar . Although she was still dazed, her body felt unbearably itchy and hot, and she couldn't help but slowly . The stone ground, initially cold, warmed up after Yang Xiaojuan had been tossing and turning for a while. Yang Xiaojuan groaned incoherently, her eyes filled with tears, pleadingly looking at Xiang Yang. Her limbs twisted and turned, and she touched her sweat-soaked body through her thin shirt. A large puddle of sweat covered her skin, which glowed a hot pink, making her appear as if she were about to melt. She sobbed, "Hot...so hot...who...who will...save me ..." 　　Xiang Yang, at a loss, sighed deeply, picked up Yang Xiaojuan, and held her in his arms, whispering, " Miss Yang, I'm sorry." He reached out and removed her thin shirt, tossing it aside with a loud thud, showing just how soaked it was. 　　Yang Xiaojuan moaned softly, her tender body, under the influence of the drug, exuding an aura of desire in her movements, sounds, and postures, yet she was powerless to resist. A hidden plea for help, tinged with helplessness and shame , but what she outwardly expressed was entirely different. 　　Forced by circumstances, Xiang Yang had no choice but to violate Yang Xiaojuan. His heart was filled with mixed emotions. As his exceptionally beautiful skin was revealed inch by inch before him, his mood worsened, feeling an indescribable suffocation and a surge of guilt. However, Yang Xiaojuan was facing a life-or-death situation, leaving Xiang Yang no choice. With a resolute heart, he ripped off her lower garment. 　　Held in Xiang Yang's arms, Yang Xiaojuan, though still dazed, strongly felt the man's presence . Driven by the drug, she couldn't help but moan softly, not in pain, but in a seductive, intoxicating ecstasy. She whispered, "Mmm... Brother... Brother... Good... Ah... So comfortable... Xiaojuan likes it so much... Ah... Mmm..." 　　Xiang Yang felt guilty and dared not look at Yang Xiaojuan's body any longer. He immediately had her sit before him, lowered , and gently caressed her sparsely pubic hair with his right hand. He didn't want to take advantage of Yang Xiaojuan any further; he was determined to open that untouched secret place as quickly as possible, to quickly overcome the drug's effects and save Yang . Therefore, he held nothing back with his hands, his palm constantly rubbing between her tender flesh, the pressure varying with the speed and intensity. 　　Yang Xiaojuan, legs spread wide, faced Xiang Yang, who was determined to rescue her. She showed no shyness whatsoever, appearing quite pleased. Her beautiful eyes were hazy, her lips parted, and a stream of wanton, seductive voices escaped her lips : "Good...good...Xiang...brother...brother...ah...I...I...ah...I like it...so much...mmm...it's so good...ah...ah..." 　　Hearing this, Xiang Yang suddenly felt a surge of anger and shouted, "Miss Yang, do you know what we're doing ?" Yang Xiaojuan's right hand went to her lips, kissing her slender breasts with ecstasy. She pointed and said in a sweet voice, "What... what? Hmm...hmm...Brother Xiang...brother...hmm...you're so great...Xiao Juan...I like you so much ...hmm, hmm, ah..." Xiang Yang pressed his hands on her shoulders and shook her violently, whispering, "Don't say that, this...this isn't how you should be. You should be a perfectly good girl..." 　　Yang Xiao Juan seemed not to hear him, leaning her body against Xiang Yang, her slender hands kneading his chest, making his clothes disheveled, and she murmured softly, "Brother Xiang...don't stop...Xiao Juan...Xiao Juan wants you to touch me... " As she kneaded, she slowly wrapped her arms around Xiang Yang's neck, pressing her whole body against him, actively rubbing against him, her soft breasts pressing against Xiang Yang, teasing him whether intentionally or unintentionally, her skin burning hot as if roasted by charcoal, and a fragrant aroma wafting through the air. 　　Xiang Yang's heart jolted. He took a breath and sighed inwardly, thinking, "That's it!" Knowing the situation was beyond repair, he gritted his teeth, his left arm tightly encircling the delicate body, while his right hand wantonly invaded the girl's tender private parts. The lovely little petals opened and closed slightly, and honey-like fluid gushed out. 　　Yang Xiaojuan moaned softly with excitement, her expression dazed, as if she had lost her soul. Her delicate face was full of charming allure, like a newly blooming lily, exuding a captivating and intense fragrance, constantly tempting Xiang Yang. She said dreamily, "So...comfortable...oh...Brother Xiang is really...so great ...um...ah, ah, um! It feels like...I'm...melting...oh..." Her pair of delicate little hands did not stop, groping back and forth on Xiang Yang's body.

Faced with such a response, Xiang Yang could not remain unmoved. His lower body was already ready to unleash its full power,
eager . He knew that Yang Xiaojuan, under the influence of the aphrodisiac, would be difficult to satisfy easily. Unlike his
gentle treatment of Zhao Wanyan, he pressed Yang Xiaojuan forcefully against the wall, continuing his attack on her throbbing private parts with one hand
, while his other hand frantically kneaded her still-developing breasts, as if playing with two soft silken balls.
Yang Xiaojuan trembled all over, her breathing becoming rapid, and she stammered, "Xiang...Xiang...Brother...so...so amazing
...ah...the most, the most amazing...ah, um...um, um!"

Under Xiang Yang's onslaught, Yang Xiaojuan's cheeks flushed a rosy red, and fragrant sweat poured down her face. Her parted legs
trembled weakly, almost unable to stand. All her strength had been plundered by Xiang Yang, leaving her utterly empty
. She couldn't help but cry out, "Xiaojuan...Xiaojuan wants Brother Xiang...Brother Xiang...come...come quickly...Xiaojuan
wants it so much!" As she spoke, waves of pleasure surged from between her thighs, slowly flowing down her legs.

What should have been the innocent, youthful face of a girl was now like a ripe apple, exuding fragrance,
making one want to pick it and taste it, to feast on it. Although Xiang Yang intended to save her, his youthful
impetuosity made him tempted, yet he felt a growing sense of guilt. He whispered, "Miss Yang, I
am forced by circumstances to offend you." Yang Xiaojuan, panting excitedly, said, "No...uh...it's alright...
come...offend...Xiaojuan...brother...brother...brother...ah..."

Xiang Yang bit his lower lip, took off his upper robe, and was about to undo his belt when Yang Xiaojuan's legs went weak. She could
no longer
she kissed Xiang Yang's genitals through his clothes, muttering indistinctly, "Brother Xiang...Brother Xiang's...there...
oh......umm..."

Xiang Yang pressed Yang Xiaojuan's head against his crotch and whispered, "Miss Yang..."
Yang Xiaojuan pulled down Xiang Yang's pants halfway, and a powerful object immediately appeared before her eyes. Yang Xiaojuan froze
for a moment, her jade-like hand moving from Xiang Yang's waist to his lower abdomen, stroking the base of his massive member. She murmured, "So
big... hard, hot... mmm... um... Brother Xiang... Xiaojuan... Xiaojuan wants
this ... mmm..."

Hearing Yang Xiaojuan's eager whispers, mingled with heavy moans, her private parts flowing with fluids, her body
burning hot, Xiang Yang knew the drug had reached its peak. If he didn't act with
Yang Xiaojuan soon, it would be disastrous. He immediately lifted her up and whispered, "Miss Yang... I'm going in." Yang Xiaojuan was already extremely excited
, looking at Xiang Yang in a daze, her hands eagerly grasping his lower body,
pushing . But although Yang Xiaojuan was burning with desire, she was inexperienced, and her mind was confused.
In her frantic movements, the tip of Xiang Yang's member kept poking at the tender skin around the entrance. Having practiced martial arts for many years, Yang Xiaojuan
possessed exceptionally elastic skin. She gently pushed the massive rod back again and again, coating it with nectar.

Seeing Yang Xiaojuan struggling, Xiang Yang immediately grabbed her round buttocks, positioning
them directly at the entrance. His erect penis rubbed against the damp opening, his fingers digging into her two snow-white buttocks.
Yang Xiaojuan cried out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and sobbing, utterly wanton, moaning, "
So hot… Xiang… Xiang… Brother Xiang… ah… um… I want… I want
it… inside… ah… faster… faster… Xiaojuan… Xiaojuan wants it so much… I want it
to die…"

Facing this crucial moment, Xiang Yang hesitated again, then shook his head vigorously, thinking, "
There's no other way!" He thrust his hips forward, the tip probing the entrance, slowly inserting itself.

Yang Xiaojuan closed her eyes, screamed, her whole body tensed, and cried out in a trembling voice, "Oh God... ah...
this... is too..." Suddenly, the sound caught in her throat, and she made a few "uh uh" sounds, pressing her face against Xiang Yang's shoulder
and sobbing loudly. Xiang Yang had only penetrated less than half an inch, yet Yang Xiaojuan's reaction was so intense, which
surprised him somewhat. Suddenly, he felt a warm wetness between his shoulders and neck. Yang Xiaojuan was desperately kissing him, trying to release
the intense feeling of her private parts being invaded, and she was making delicate and plaintive panting sounds.

Yang Xiaojuan's behavior, which was both lustful and innocent, was incredibly stimulating for Xiang Yang, who was experiencing it firsthand.
He couldn't help but squeeze her soft and firm buttocks hard. Yang Xiaojuan trembled,
letting out a mournful cry as if overwhelmed by the stimulation, "Ah... Brother Xiang... Ah... Xiaojuan... really... loves
you to death... so much... Xiaojuan... wants... more..."

Xiang Yang's blood boiled, and without any restraint, he firmly grasped her buttocks, his penis slightly separating from Yang Xiaojuan,
preparing to plunge straight into the depths of that overflowing flower bush. Suddenly, he heard a faint female
cry from above, the voice filled with fear and helplessness.

Xiang Yang was startled: "Are there any girls from the Heroine Village in danger outside?" He immediately released Yang Xiaojuan,
pulled up his pants, leaped to the northwest corner of the room, kicked the mechanism twice, and jumped up. Before he even reached it, the trapdoor
opened, and the two of them fell down. Xiang Yang clearly saw that the two were a man and a woman, their faces unrecognizable.
He grabbed them by the back of their necks, instantly sealing their pressure points, and then lifted them up, throwing
the man aside and landing the woman safely on the floor of the room. Several people remained in the room, and were all surprised to see someone suddenly emerge from the ground,
shouting in alarm.

Upon closer inspection, they recognized the man as one of the two old men who had intervened when rescuing Yang Xiaojuan.
Looking at the woman beside him, they were shocked to see that it was Ling Yunxia, the second master of Jin Guo Manor. She was only wearing a
pale yellow undergarment, her back covered in blood, riddled with wounds, and she looked exhausted, clearly seriously injured. The old man, however, had loosened his belt, obviously intending to do something malicious. The other old man was fighting with a young girl, her long whip flashing like the wind, each move exquisite. This girl was none other than Hua Xuan. 　　Ten Scenes of Silk (Sixty- two )　　=== ...

"Oh dear! Senior Brother Xiang, please help Sister Ling, she's injured!" Xiang Yang said, "Alright!" He released
Ling Yunxia's acupoints and whispered, "Which faction is this group from?" Ling Yunxia lowered her head and panted, seemingly extremely tired
, and whispered, "The Twin Eagle Envoys of the Divine Camel Gang, the rest are from the Imperial Tomb Sect." Xiang Yang nodded and
said , "Miss Ling, please take a moment to recover, let me deal with them." Ling Yunxia whispered, "Thank you
." Seeing that Xiang Yang was shirtless, she couldn't help but feel a slight flush on her cheeks, wondering, "How did Young Hero Xiang
come out of the underground chamber?"

There were eight enemies in the room. The Twin Eagle Envoys had been unexpectedly sealed by Xiang Yang, and the one fighting Hua Xuan
was the Great Eagle Envoy. The remaining six Imperial Tomb Sect disciples split into two groups, four attacking Xiang Yang, while the other two went
to besiege Hua Xuan. Xiang Yang raised both palms and shouted, "Well done! Take this!"

Worried about Yang Xiaojuan's situation in the cellar, he decided to finish the fight quickly. His palm strikes suddenly became twice as fast,
the powerful Thunder Palm move "Swift Thunder Moves All Things." Where his palms passed, a rumbling sound of wind and thunder filled the air. His figure
moved swiftly, his footwork like lightning, his attacks fierce and agile. The four members of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect, with limited skill, were terrified and
struggled to parry , but they were no match for Xiang Yang. In an instant, three of them were killed.

The remaining member, seeing the situation deteriorating, hurriedly shouted, "Mr. Eagle, let's run!" But the Eagle
Envoy ignored him, joining forces with the other two to press on Hua Xuan, their moves perfectly coordinated. Hua Xuan felt the strain, seven parts
defense and three parts offense, the battle deadlocked. Then, a scream rang out, and Xiang Yang had already killed the fourth man with his palm strike
. He flew to the rescue, pressing a palm down on the Eagle Envoy's back.

The Great Eagle Envoy snorted, his left claws flashing out, five curved hooks simultaneously grabbing at Xiang Yang's palm. Xiang
Yang , fearless, roared, unleashing a palm strike that shattered the Great Eagle Envoy's left hand. The Great Eagle Envoy
screamed in agony, only then realizing the devastating power of Xiang Yang's palm, but it was too late. Hua Xuan's
whip struck, breaking his spine, killing him instantly. Xiang Yang's left palm cleaved down, knocking down another opponent, the remaining
one immediately killed by Hua Xuan's whip.

Ling Yunxia watched, mesmerized, thinking, "This young hero Xiang's skill is truly formidable, seemingly
no less than my elder sister's. If only Hua Xuan and I were to face him, I fear we would ultimately be defeated." Seeing the two
Eagle Envoys lying nearby, she was consumed by rage and struck them down with her palm. The two Eagle Envoys' pressure points were sealed, leaving them no chance to dodge, and
they died instantly. Ling Yunxia sighed, stumbled, and nearly fell,
grabbing the wall for support.

Hua Xuan rolled up his whip and said, "Senior Brother Xiang, thank you
so much serious trouble." Xiang Yang said, "It's nothing. How's the situation in the manor now?" Hua Xuan said, "
Sister Shi and Sister Lan are holding off the Dragon Palace Sect. The only ones who managed to break in from the Divine Camel Gang are these two
old scoundrels . Huang Zhonggui and Luo Tiansheng haven't been able to get in." Xiang Yang said, "So, they're
holding them off..." Suddenly, Yang Xiaojuan called out from below, "Brother Xiang...you...where are you...
Xiaojuan...Xiaojuan still wants to..."

Upon hearing this, Hua Xuan's face turned bright red, and he cried out, "Senior Brother Xiang, what...what are you doing down there?"
Xiang Yang blushed and stammered, "This...this is..." Before Xiang Yang could finish speaking, Ling Yunxia had already jumped
down. The stone chamber was filled with a strong fragrance. Yang Xiaojuan was completely naked, rolling around on the ground. Her skin was flushed with
a cherry red and covered with wet, sticky fluid. Under the firelight, she looked extremely lewd. She kept
moaning calling out, "Brother Xiang...faster...um, ah...um...again...again...
"

Ling Yunxia was stunned. She was so shocked by the scene in front of her that she couldn't speak. Xiang Yang and Hua Xuan followed and entered
. When Hua Xuan saw her, she cried out in surprise and was so ashamed that she didn't know what to do. Ling Yunxia turned to look at Xiang Yang and shouted,
"Xiang...you...what did you do to Fourth Sister?" Seeing her angry face, Xiang Yang quickly explained, "
Miss Ling, don't misunderstand, Miss Yang has been drugged with Kang Chufeng's aphrodisiac." Ling Yunxia was taken aback and said, "Aphrodisiac
?" Xiang Yang said, "Miss Shi and Miss Lan have both seen it." Ling Yunxia took a few deep breaths
to calm down and said, "Why didn't she take the antidote and instead...here..."

Xiang Yang shook his head and said, "The medicine jar in the pharmacy was broken during the fight. Miss Shi said
it would take three hours to reconstitute the medicine, and Miss Yang can't last that long." Ling Yunxia seemed to understand
the situation , and her anger subsided. She whispered, "So, it was Eldest Sister who asked you to save Fourth Sister?" As she said this
, a slight blush appeared on her face. Xiang Yang said, "That's right."

Yang Xiaojuan crawled slowly towards Xiang Yang from the ground, mumbling, "
Brother hurry... hurry... Xiaojuan wants to continue... um... um..." Hua Xuan blushed
and turned away, calling out, "Senior Brother Xiang, you and Sister Yang... have already... already done... that thing
?" Xiang Yang's face flushed, and he scratched his head, saying, "We were just about to start when we heard a sound from above
."

Hua Xuan sighed and whispered, "That villain Kang Chufeng! Senior Brother Xiang, you're skilled in martial arts, can you kill that villain
next time ? Sister Yang... he's so pitiful." Xiang Yang felt a wave of guilt wash over
him again, and sighed, "I know, I'll definitely kill him next time." Ling Yunxia stared silently at Yang Xiaojuan,
then suddenly had a flash of inspiration and exclaimed, "That's right, Kang Chufeng should have the antidote, right? If we can get the antidote, Fourth Sister
won't have to..." She stopped when she saw Xiang Yang.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yang was overjoyed and exclaimed, "That's right! How come I didn't think of that?" He hurriedly grabbed
his robes and said, "Junior Sister, Miss Ling, please take care of Miss Yang. I'm going to find that guy!" With that,
he was about to rush out of the cellar. Ling Yunxia called out, "Young Master Xiang, please wait!" Xiang Yang immediately stopped and turned around, asking, "
What's wrong?" Ling Yunxia said, "How much longer can Fourth Sister hold on? If you can't get back in time, then...
no one can save Fourth Sister." Xiang Yang thought it was true and said, "I can't leave, so who will go and get the antidote
?" Hua Xuan eagerly said, "I'll go!"

Xiang Yang was a little worried and said, "The Imperial Mausoleum Sect has many people, Junior Sister, you'll be alone..." Hua Xuan raised her pretty
eyebrows and said, "Senior Brother Xiang, trust me, I can handle it. Kang Chufeng's martial arts
aren't that great, I'll just be careful." Xiang Yang thought for a moment and said, "Kang Chufeng's flute playing
is strange, we need to be extra careful." Hua Xuan nodded and said, "I know!" The
scene of her and Xiao Murong being bewitched by "Mad Dream Cry" and Wen Yuan arriving in time flashed through her mind, and she couldn't help but feel her ears burning and lower her head.
She said, "I'll be back soon, Senior Brother Xiang, you...you mustn't do anything rash." With that,
she leaped out of the cellar.

Inside, only Xiang Yang, Ling Yunxia, and Yang Xiaojuan remained. Ling Yunxia whispered, "I'm
a little injured and need to rest here. Young Hero Xiang, please close the entrance." Xiang Yang did as she asked, activating
the mechanism and closing the flap. Looking at Ling Yunxia and then at Yang Xiaojuan, he felt a little awkward. Ling Yunxia
was only wearing a bodice covering her upper body. Xiang Yang looked at her and couldn't help but feel shy. He whispered, "My clothes
were torn to shreds by those two eagle envoys." Xiang Yang hummed in agreement, not daring to look any longer, and tossed the clothes in his hand to her
, saying, "Miss Ling, please wear these." Ling Yunxia said, "Thank you." As soon as she put them on, a sharp pain shot through her back wound. She
gritted her teeth and let out a soft groan.

Remembering the severity of her back injury, Xiang Yang immediately took out a packet of wound medicine and said, "Miss Ling, let's
bandage ." Ling Yunxia took it, but the wound was on her back, and she couldn't treat it herself. Her face flushed slightly,
and she said, "I'm sorry, Young Hero Xiang, could you please help me?" Xiang Yang said, "Alright." He walked behind Ling Yunxia
and saw that the wound was a bloody mess, quite gruesome, likely inflicted by Er Ying's steel hooks. Xiang Yang wiped away the blood around
the wound , revealing her fair and beautiful skin. A thought struck Xiang Yang,
and he composed himself slightly before applying the medicine to Ling Yunxia's wound.

The wound was extensive, making bandaging difficult; he had to bandage around Ling Yunxia's entire body. Xiang Yang tore open his clothes,
ready to begin, but Ling Yunxia was wearing a bodice, making it impossible to bandage her, and he hesitated. Ling Yunxia asked, "
What's wrong?" Xiang Yang said, "Miss Ling, you...you're wearing clothes." Ling Yunxia was extremely embarrassed, her heart
pounding like a drum. She whispered, "Then...I'm going to take them off. Please...please don't come closer
." She gently untied the ropes, revealing her upper body completely naked.

Seeing her without hesitation, Xiang Yang felt somewhat uneasy. Gazing at her alluring back, he couldn't help but have
some fantasies. But this was only for a moment. He quickly wrapped the strip of cloth around Ling Yunxia's front.

Yang Xiaojuan, who had been writhing and groaning on the ground, suddenly slowly propped herself up and murmured, "
Brother ...what are you...what are you doing...hurry...please..." She lost her balance and
fell towards Ling Yunxia, bumping into Xiang Yang's arm. Xiang Yang couldn't move aside. Upon touching her, his left hand, holding the strip of cloth,
moved slightly and touched something soft. Ling Yunxia's shoulders trembled, and she let out
a a sob, her long hair swaying slightly.

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Xiang
Yang was startled and quickly withdrew his hand. Ling Yunxia, her chest touched by him, felt unbearably ashamed, her heart
pounding with anxiety , unsure of Xiang Yang's intentions.

Xiang Yang only paused briefly, continuing to carefully bandage the wound, his movements gentle, avoiding touching Ling Yunxia's
skin again. After treating the wound properly, he said, "Miss Ling, that's enough." Ling Yunxia hummed in agreement
and whispered, "Thank you." A sudden emptiness filled her heart, a slight disappointment, but
she couldn't explain why.

She then saw Yang Xiaojuan lying in front of Ling Yunxia, panting increasingly rapidly, groaning loudly; the drug's effects had
reached their peak. Ling Yunxia picked up Yang Xiaojuan and whispered, "Fourth Sister, be patient. Once Miss Hua
returns with the antidote, everything will be alright." Yang Xiaojuan continued to wail and cry out, "Brother Xiang...
Brother Xiang... Xiaojuan wants you... Waaah... Waaah..."

Ling Yunxia, at a loss, turned and said, "Young Hero Xiang, please think of a way." Xiang
Yang took Yang Xiaojuan from Ling Yunxia's arms and whispered, "Miss Yang, how do you feel?" Yang Xiaojuan felt
the masculine aura emanating from Xiang Yang's body, and her blood boiled instantly. Overwhelmed with excitement, she cried out, "Brother Xiang, it's
Brother Xiang... So good... So good... Xiaojuan... Xiaojuan wants Brother Xiang to come in..." As she spoke
, her delicate hands caressed Xiang Yang's chest, and her face rubbed against his neck, showing extreme affection.

Ling Yunxia, seeing this, couldn't help but blush. Xiang Yang glanced at Ling Yunxia, then at Yang Xiaojuan, feeling extremely
embarrassed. He lowered his head and said, "Miss Yang, please hold back, wait for my junior sister..." Yang Xiaojuan
ignored him , raising her head to kiss Xiang Yang's lips, making "mmm" sounds, her slender waist twisting, her wet private
parts teasing his penis beneath his pants.

Xiang Yang glanced at Ling Yunxia, seeing her face flushed and her expression ambiguous, and quickly pushed
Yang Xiaojuan , catching his breath
, and said, "Miss Ling, I... I have to help Miss Yang release some tension, otherwise I'm afraid she won't be able to hold on until her junior sister returns." Ling Yunxia looked shy and said, "Just do it,
what can I say?"

Xiang Yang composed himself, pulled Yang Xiaojuan into his arms, and let her rub her penis against his penis.
His hands slowly moved down, touching her small, round buttocks, squeezing her fragrant, youthful buttocks forcefully
. Yang Xiaojuan's delicate body trembled, and she lay against Xiang Yang's chest, her shoulders heaving as she moaned loudly, "
It's so ...comfortable...ahh...so comfortable...um, um, Brother Xiang's...it's hard
..."

Under the influence of the drug, Yang Xiaojuan's body was far too alluring; how could Xiang Yang not have fantasies? His lower body
naturally hardened, almost bursting through his clothes. Yang Xiaojuan lovingly caressed Xiang Yang's chest muscles for a while, then
slowly lowered herself to pull down his pants. Xiang Yang's hand also naturally reached her waist and under her breasts, giving
her intense stimulation. Yang Xiaojuan gasped for breath, tugging hard on his belt a few times, and in one go pulled Xiang Yang's pants
down to his knees, panting, "It's...this...big, hot rod...um...
um..." Her cherry lips moved forward, and she began to lick the two testicles beneath his penis.

Even Zhao Wanyan, out of shyness, had never used her mouth to serve Xiang Yang's penis. Yang Xiaojuan, however,
took the initiative to lick it, lacking any skill, simply trying to savor the throbbing, erect member. She licked and kissed it, and
although she didn't put it in her mouth, it already gave Xiang Yang an unparalleled thrill, causing a surge of heat in his lower body, almost causing him to ejaculate
. Just as he was lost in his ecstasy, he suddenly remembered Ling Yunxia was still beside him. Glancing to the side, he saw Ling Yunxia
staring -eyed at Xiang Yang's lower body, her cheeks flushed, beads of sweat glistening, her right hand covering her mouth, her chest
heaving – clearly, she was both shocked and ashamed.

Seeing her expression, Xiang Yang didn't know what to do. He tried to pull his pants back up, but Yang Xiaojuan
couldn't bear to leave that massive member for even a moment, squeezing and kissing it, licking it from base to tip with her delicate tongue.
After a while, saliva covered his body. Suddenly, Yang Xiaojuan gasped, "Brother Xiang... this rod...
is supposed to be inserted... um... inserted into Xiaojuan's... body... inside, right... right... ah?"
These words made Xiang Yang's blood boil, and he quickly restrained himself, saying, "No, you can't do that."
A look of regret appeared on Yang Xiaojuan's face, and she said plaintively, "But... when it touches Xiaojuan's hole,
Xiaojuan feels... so good... really... so good..."

Suddenly, Ling Yunxia sighed "Ah," put her hands on the ground, let her long hair fall down, and faced the ground, breathing
heavily . Xiang Yang was startled and, without answering Yang Xiaojuan, turned to ask, "Miss Ling, does your wound hurt
?" Ling Yunxia lowered her head and did not answer, but only shook her head slightly and breathed softly.

Yang Xiaojuan touched Xiang Yang's penis, stared at it blankly, and suddenly squeezed it tightly. Xiang Yang shuddered
and cried out. The stimulation was too intense, and a little of his semen spurted out, sticking to Yang Xiaojuan's lips.
Yang Xiaojuan was stunned for a moment, then licked it with her tongue, swallowed it, and asked blankly, "Brother Xiang
, what...is this?"

Xiang Yang was gripped tightly by her slender hand, and like an arrow nocked on a bowstring, he had no choice but to release it. His desperately suppressed
lust instantly went out of control. He suddenly lifted Yang Xiaojuan's body, flipped her over, and pinned her down, shouting,
"Do you want to know that much?" Yang Xiaojuan was still dazed, moaning sweetly, "
Brother ...you...your rod...touched Xiaojuan's...hole...oh...um, haa
..." Xiang Yang's eyes widened, his blood boiling for a moment. Without thinking, he naturally grabbed Yang Xiaojuan's
waist, disregarding everything, and aimed his lower body at her secret place, ready to thrust in hard.

Ling Yunxia cried out in alarm, "Young Master Xiang, don't do this!" Xiang Yang, startled by the cry,
quickly moved away from Yang Xiaojuan and sat down beside her, inwardly cursing himself, "Damn it, damn it! I should have waited for
my junior sister to come and save Miss Yang. How could I lose control of myself?" He tried his best to calm himself and exhaled
.

However, after this series of flirtations, Yang Xiaojuan became increasingly wanton, constantly arousing his
desires . Xiang Yang felt his lower body throbbing with heat. If the person in front of him were his beloved Zhao Wanyan,
he would naturally have no hesitation in bringing her to ecstasy. But to do this with the oblivious Yang Xiaojuan
was not what he wanted. He could only desperately restrain himself, preventing his surging semen from escaping.

Seeing Xiang Yang's gritted teeth, Ling Yunxia assumed that her words of intervention had displeased him.
She also noticed his heavy breathing and his erect penis, which seemed to ignite a raging fire. Feeling both anxious and guilty, she
whispered, "I'm sorry, Young Hero Xiang, but since Fourth Sister can be saved, I... I can't let her
lose her virginity ." Xiang Yang replied, "I know I lost my composure just now. I'm the one who should apologize." He took
a few deep breaths, trying to ease the pain in his lower body.

Ling Yunxia, her lips pursed and eyes hazy, suddenly moved closer to Xiang Yang and whispered, "Young Master Xiang
, are you feeling unwell?" Xiang Yang, startled by her approach, realized he shouldn't let his manhood flaunt itself in front of an
unrelated girl, and quickly covered himself, saying, "It's alright."

Ling Yunxia's eyes were like water, brimming with tears. She lowered her head gently and whispered, "If...
if you can't hold it in, let me help you relieve yourself." These words startled Xiang Yang, who
quickly said, "Miss Ling, you're joking..." Ling Yunxia slowly untied her skirt and
whispered, "Young Master Xiang, please release your pent-up desires..." She shyly covered half her face as she
removed her lower garments piece by piece. Xiang Yang's heart skipped a beat. He quickly reached out and grabbed her right wrist, exclaiming,
"Miss Ling, don't do this!"

Ling Yunxia's left hand slid down from her cheek to her chest, pressing against her rapidly heaving chest. She whispered, "
Please ... Young Hero Xiang, please try your best... okay?" Hearing the slight tremor in Ling Yunxia's voice
and the expectant and anxious look on her beautiful face, Xiang Yang's heart wavered. His lower body became even more aroused, as if urging
him to act quickly. Ling Yunxia blushed and said, "You...you think I'm shameless...
right ?" Xiang Yang blurted out, "Yes." He immediately realized his mistake and felt extremely embarrassed
. He continued, "No...I just felt that matters between men and women shouldn't be so casual."

But then Yang Xiaojuan began to moan again, "Brother Xiang...faster...faster...Xiaojuan's hole
is so itchy ...uh...I really...can't take it anymore...ah, um..." Ling Yunxia's cheeks burned, and she said
, "Young Hero Xiang, you really don't want to?" Xiang Yang said, "I cannot do such illicit acts."
Ling Yunxia hummed in agreement, glanced at Yang Xiaojuan, put on her skirt, and silently lowered her head.

Seeing the sorrow and resentment in her expression, Xiang Yang felt quite guilty. Seeing her
radiant while not as delicate as Zhao Wanyan,
she possessed a captivating charm, making her the most beautiful among the four mistresses of Jin Guo Manor. However, he had no feelings for Ling Yunxia, and his heart already belonged to Zhao Wanyan. He simply could not accept this
sudden offering.

This made the atmosphere in the stone chamber even more awkward. Just as Xiang Yang was about to say something, he suddenly heard Hua
Xuan's voice coming softly from above: "Senior Brother Xiang, Senior Brother Xiang, open the door!"

Ling Yunxia looked up and whispered, "Miss Hua is back." Xiang Yang nodded, put on his
lower garments, and opened the mechanism. Hua Xuan immediately jumped down from above, holding two women's clothes in his hands. He handed
one to Ling Yunxia and said, "Sister Ling, this is from your manor. Put it on quickly." He then quickly
covered Yang Xiaojuan with the other one and said, "Senior Brother Xiang, help Sister Yang get dressed. I'll go get some water!"
With that, he turned and ran. Xiang Yang called out, "Wait a minute, Junior Sister, have you gotten the antidote yet?" Hua Xuan turned around and
smiled, "Of course I have! That's why I'm going to get water so Sister Yang can take it."

Just then, a man's voice called out from above, "No need to come up. I have water here. Little girl
, hurry up and get them dressed. I have to come down!" Hua Xuan called out towards the entrance, "No
, wait a little longer! Sister Yang isn't dressed yet!" The man cursed loudly, "Damn it,
can't ?"

Hua Xuan handed a small white porcelain bottle to Xiang Yang and said, "Senior Brother Xiang, this is the antidote." She then took out
another small bottle and said, "This is the poison. I searched for it all together. You take this first. I'll help Sister Yang
get dressed faster." Xiang Yang took it and praised, "Junior Sister, your skills are truly remarkable. You managed to steal it so quickly..."
"The antidote is here." But then the man above shouted, "Pah! This little girl almost got caught!
If I hadn't arrived in time, she wouldn't have gotten the antidote!"

Hua Xuan blushed, stuck out his tongue, and said, "Senior Brother Xiang, that's Sister Murong's brother."
Xiang Yang was slightly surprised and said, "Is it the eldest Murong? He helped you?" Hua Xuan said, "Yes."
As he spoke, he had already tied Yang Xiaojuan's belt and called out, "Alright, come down now!"

A green shadow shot down like lightning. The leap was extremely fast, and a young
man with a cold face was already standing in front of Xiang Yang. His gaze swept around, looking at Ling Yunxia and Yang Xiaojuan, and then stared intently at
Xiang Yang , not knowing what he was planning.

Seeing Murong Xiu's immediate display of power, Xiang Yang thought to himself, "The renowned Murong Xiu is truly
extraordinary." He cupped his hands in thanks and said, "Thank you for your help, Brother Murong." Murong Xiu chuckled and said, "No need
." Suddenly, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and with a flick of his right sleeve, a palm strike shot out, aiming straight for Xiang Yang's
chest—a truly ruthless assassin's move. Xiang Yang reacted with lightning speed, countering with his Thunder Palm. His palm collided head-on with
the edge of Murong Xiu's palm, and with a muffled thud, both forces were thrown back, each taking a step back.

Murong Xiu waved his sleeve and laughed, saying, "Boy, your skills are quite impressive, even better than your junior brother
Wen Yuan ." Xiang Yang's arm went slightly numb, and he was also amazed by Murong Xiu's profound skill
. He smiled and said, "Brother Murong lives up to his reputation."

Murong Xiu took a leather pouch from his waist and tossed it to Hua Xuan, saying, "The water is here, little girl, catch
!" Hua Xuan caught it gently and said, "Senior Brother Xiang, come and help Sister Yang take the antidote!" Xiang Yang said, "Okay
." He opened the bottle containing the antidote, poured out some powder, and suddenly had a thought. He said, "Junior Sister,
is this really the antidote? Then Kang Chufeng handed it over so easily?" Hua Xuan smiled and said, "It is indeed
the antidote I'll tell you how I got it later. It's important to give it to Sister Yang first." (

Ten Scenes Satin, Chapter Sixty-Four)

==
...

" I went to find Kang Chufeng,
and found him by a small hill. We fought. There were only three or four of them at first, but I couldn't
defeat , and then more and more people came..." Murong Xiu interrupted, "You don't need to say more. In short, you
were surrounded by a bunch of bastards from the Imperial Tomb Sect. You were
in dire straits, but luckily I arrived in time and wiped them out. Otherwise, you would have been in serious trouble. Hehe, little girl, you're too bold!"

Hua Xuan blushed and whispered, "I didn't expect there to be so many experts among them." Xiang Yang said,
"So, it was Brother Murong who got the antidote from Kang Chufeng?" He knew that Murong Xiu's martial arts
skills far surpassed Hua Xuan's, and since he had helped, Kang Chufeng was naturally no match for him either.

Seeing Murong Xiu's smug expression, he said, "Of course it's me. Heh,
what's so difficult about scaring that bastard Kang Chufeng? I'll make him gain three extra fingers, and that useless thing will obediently hand over the antidote.
" Ling Yunxia was puzzled and asked, "What do you mean?" Murong Xiu replied, "Just split one of his
fingers in half from tip to root, and then split three more fingers in that order, and you'll have three extra fingers, right?" He
chuckled as he spoke.

Xiang Yang and Ling Yunxia were both shocked and secretly clicked their tongues in amazement: "The great Murong is known as
the demon , and he truly lives up to his name." It's common in the martial arts world to cut off someone's fingers as a form of coercion, but splitting the finger
bones would be even more terrifying and unimaginable. Seeing the reluctance on Hua Xuan's face, Xiang Yang thought to himself
, "Junior Sister is soft-hearted. It's too much for her to have to see such a cruel method." He looked down at Yang Xiaojuan and
saw that her expression had softened, she was sound asleep, and her breathing had returned to normal. It was as if the antidote had taken effect and was
slowly dissipating the aphrodisiac's effects.

But then Murong Xiu said, "This little girl has taken the antidote; I wonder how long she'll sleep. Kid, let's
go out and have a big slaughter, wiping out those bastards from the Imperial Tomb Sect, the Divine Camel Gang, and the Dragon Palace Sect until their blood flows like a river."
Xiang Yang glanced at Ling Yunxia and said, "Miss Ling, you're injured. Stay here and recuperate, and take care of
Miss Yang while we go up to deal with the enemy." Ling Yunxia nodded slightly and said, "We
'll go up when Fourth Sister wakes up."

Xiang Yang put on his shirt and said, "Junior Sister, Brother Murong, let's go!" He led the way out of the cellar,
followed by Murong Xiu and Hua Xuan. Then, a series of mechanical sounds rang out, and Xiang Yang closed the cellar flap from above. Ling Yunxia
watched the three leave the cellar, then suddenly felt a void in her heart. She sighed softly, stroked Yang Xiaojuan's
hair , and whispered, "Fourth Sister, if you were to lose your virginity to Young Hero Xiang, it might not be such a bad thing."

As Xiang Yang, Hua Xuan, and Murong Xiu left the cellar, Murong Xiu said, "There were no
experts Madam Shi and the others must be fighting those guys elsewhere. Let's split up and search.
You two go together, I'll go by myself." Without waiting for Xiang Yang and Hua Xuan's reply, he dashed off. Xiang Yang
frowned and said, "Brother Murong's martial arts are indeed formidable, but we are outnumbered and need to disperse our strength, which is
not advisable." Hua Xuan said, "Sister Murong is also in Jin Guo Manor. Senior Brother Xiang, shall we
meet up with Sister Murong first, and then look for Sister Shi and the others together?" Xiang Yang said, "Senior Brother doesn't know what Miss Murong looks like, so
you'll have to look carefully." Hua Xuan smiled and said, "Alright, I understand!"

The two wandered around the manor, but there weren't many enemies, and they couldn't find Lady Shi, Lan Lingyu,
Little Murong or the others. When they reached the steps below the observation platform, they faintly heard the sound of clashing weapons coming from above. Xiang Yang
strode up the steps and saw the two maids, A Ying and A Sui, fighting fiercely with a thin man
. Despite being outnumbered, they were at a disadvantage. They were overjoyed to see Xiang Yang coming up.

Hua Xuan followed, his long whip flashing, striking the man in the back. The man quickly dodged to the side, but
the whip's trajectory was unpredictable. The tip suddenly slid down, wrapping around the man's right foot, and with a pull and a swing, it propelled him forward.
She was thrown over the watchtower and died instantly.

Ah Sui gasped for breath, unable to speak for a moment, clearly exhausted from the fight. Ah Ying was also almost
completely exhausted , but still bowed and said, "Thank you, Young Master Xiang and Miss Hua." Hua Xuan coiled his long whip and
supported Ah Ying, saying, "Are you alright? Take a rest, you're covered in injuries." Ah Ying gasped for breath
and said, "Minor injuries, nothing serious. Please... please, both of you, hurry and save the Great Master, okay?" Hua Xuan asked, "
What happened to Sister Shi?" Ah Ying said, "The Great Master... she... she lured Huang Zhonggui, Luo Tiansheng, and Ao
Sihai away to the back mountain. Huang Zhonggui is very powerful, the Great Master... the Great Master alone... cough
, uh..." She coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Upon hearing the name Huang Zhonggui, Hua Xuan was startled. He gently patted A Ying's back and slowly channeled
his inner energy, saying, "Alright, Senior Brother Xiang and I will go find Sister Shi right away. You must rest; your injuries are quite severe
." A Ying leaned against the railing of the observation deck and sat down, looking listless. She whispered, "A Sui and I are fine.
Please go find the Great Master quickly, in case... in case the Great Master she..." She became more and more anxious, but was too weak to say anything more.

Hua Xuan was also anxious and said to Xiang Yang, "Senior Brother Xiang, let's go quickly!" Xiang Yang replied, "No
, Junior Sister, you take care of these two young ladies. There are still enemies inside Jin Guo Manor, and we need someone to stay behind to
help . You deal with the enemies in the manor, and I'll go to the back mountain to find Miss Shi." Hua Xuan was very worried and said, "But
Huang Zhonggui's martial arts are too strong. Even if Senior Brother Wen, Sister Murong, and I joined forces, we couldn't defeat him. Senior Brother Xiang, you alone
... I'm afraid it will be dangerous."

Xiang Yang, however, was fearless and said, "If Huang Zhonggui is really that powerful, I must go and meet him
. Junior Sister, you just need to protect the manor." Seeing his determination, Hua Xuan didn't know how to dissuade him and could only
say, "Senior Brother Xiang, please be careful." Xiang Yang nodded, strode down from the watchtower, and headed straight for
the back mountain of Jin Guo Manor.

Although there were some enemies in the manor, most of them were second- or third-rate characters. It seemed that the experts had all gone after Miss Shi
. Xiang Yang hurried towards the back mountain, killing four or five more people along the way. Once inside the forest, there were no further obstacles, and he continued
his search deeper into the woods. Xiang Yang thought to himself, "Miss Shi is already injured.
How can she possibly win against these three masters? Could she have another plan? In any case, I must find her as soon as possible and go to help her
."

Just as he was searching quickly, he suddenly saw a figure rushing from
the A man jumped out from the bushes, blocking his way, and raised his palm, unleashing a burst of true energy.

The clash of palms in mid-air was the most exquisite aspect of the Nine Thunder Palms. Without hesitation, Xiang Yang immediately met the attack with his own palm
. The two internal energies collided in mid-air, causing the man to stagger back three or four steps. Xiang Yang, however, caught up with
him, stood firmly, and examined him closely. The man wore a dragon-patterned belt, indicating he was one of the Nine Dragon Princes
. He immediately shouted, "Where is Ao Sihai?"

The man was Chiwen Prince, one of the Nine Dragon Princes, and his martial arts were quite impressive.
Yet, he was knocked away by Xiang Yang's palm strike. Surprised and shocked, he showed no panic. He returned his palm to protect himself and turned to leave.
Xiang Yang chased after him, grabbing his shoulder and shouting, "Take me to see Ao Sihai!"

The Chiwen Prince suddenly felt a strong gust of wind and knew he couldn't dodge in time. He could only turn and use the "Sea Dragon Stirring Waves"
move, skillfully applying force to try and deflect Xiang Yang's attack. However, even the Suanni and Yazhi were no match for
Xiang Yang ; how could the Chiwen Prince alone possibly be a match? This attack was completely ineffective against Xiang Yang's momentum. His "
Jianzhen" acupoint tightened, and he was immediately subdued by Xiang Yang, unable to move.

Prince Chiwen snorted and said, "Although your martial arts surpass mine, seeing the Dragon King is tantamount to
going to your death..." Xiang Yang tightened his grip, making his shoulder bones crack, and said in a deep voice, "Stop talking nonsense, quickly
tell me the whereabouts of Ao Sihai and the others, or I'll send you to your death first!" Prince Chiwen gritted his teeth in pain and shouted, "
The Dragon King is less than half a mile ahead."

Without saying a word, Xiang Yang grabbed Prince Chiwen by the back of his collar and rushed forward, his pace not
slowing down at all despite carrying a person. After running for a while, they suddenly emerged from the dense forest. At the other end of the mountain path was an extremely treacherous valley, with a mountain wall
on one side and a cliff on the other. In the distance, a group of people could be seen blocking the mountain path, and further ahead were
two figures, exchanging punches and palm strikes, fighting fiercely in this perilous place where one misstep would result in certain death. Several other people stood nearby
.

Ten Scenes of Silk (Sixty 　　- Five )

=== 　　... The burly man shouted, "Madam Shi, surrender ! Hand over the Ten Scenery Silks and release my son, and I'll spare your life!" Madam Shi's eyebrows shot up, and she retorted, "Have you ever seen anyone in my Heroine Manor utter a word of surrender?" Her hands moved in rapid succession, each move clear and distinct. Although at a disadvantage, she maintained a disciplined and orderly attack and defense, never losing her composure. It was nearing dusk, the twilight deepening, the sky growing darker. This battle on the cliff edge was even more perilous; a moment's carelessness could lead to a fall, the consequences of which were self-evident. 　　The burly man was none other than Luo Tiansheng, the leader of the Divine Camel Gang. Two days prior, Luo Yingfeng had fought Yang Xiaojuan and been defeated on the spot , captured and taken to the manor. Luo Tiansheng was furious. Today, he stormed Heroine Manor, determined to rescue his beloved son , but he didn't know where Luo Yingfeng was being held. He had chased Madam Shi here, demanding she release Luo Yingfeng. 　　He had expected that Shi Niangzi, exhausted from her injuries, would not be able to hold on for long. However, Shi Niangzi, relying on the terrain, used the extremely steep cliff to hold off the three sects' experts. Because the path was too narrow for two people to stand side-by-side, Shi Niangzi escaped being surrounded and fought several enemies one-on-one. Several disciples of the Divine Camel Gang were even knocked off the cliff by her palm strikes. At that moment, no one dared to act rashly; only an expert like Luo Tiansheng could step in. 　　Xiang Yang came running from afar, and some sharp-eyed people spotted him, shouting, "Boy, who are you ?" "Oh dear, he's captured the Second Prince of the Dragon Palace!" "Everyone, charge together and capture this brat!" 　　Suddenly, the Suanni Prince shouted, "Everyone, don't act rashly! This is a disciple of Hua Xuanqing!"

"Xiang Yang, your martial arts are formidable, don't be careless!" Long Yuqing, Han Xuqing, Hua Xuanqing, and Ren Jianqing were all disciples of the same master.
Long Yuqing was the leader of the Huangling Sect. While the names of Han, Hua, and Ren weren't particularly well-known in the current martial arts world,
those with broad knowledge were all amazed by Hua Xuanqing's extraordinary martial arts skills. Several disciples of the Divine Camel Gang, unaware of Xiang Yang's
prowess, charged towards him, shouting, "Gang Leader Luo is fighting here, and you dare to cause trouble
?" They drew their weapons and charged forward.

Xiang Yang channeled his power into his right arm, hurling the Chiwen Prince at the Divine Camel Gang disciples. A burly man tried to
catch it , but the moment his fingers touched the Chiwen Prince's body, he felt as if a thousand pounds of force had crushed him, leaving him breathless
. He staggered back several steps, only to be knocked to the ground by the Chiwen Prince, instantly dying from broken bones.

Xiang Yang let out a long roar, unleashing a barrage of thunderous palm strikes. None of the Divine Camel Gang disciples could dodge; the moment the palms struck
, they perished. Fearing that Lady Shi wouldn't withstand Luo Tiansheng's onslaught,
he leaping over the three factions.

Suddenly, a figure from the Dragon Palace Sect charged out, pointing at Xiang Yang and shouting, "Good heavens, less than a day later, we
meet again! Looks like we don't need to fight another day; let's settle this once more!" Even as his voice faded, his palms unleashed the "
Evil Shark Breaking Waves," attacking Xiang Yang from both above and below. The newcomer was none other than the Seventh Prince of the Dragon Palace, Ya.

Xiang Yang casually deflected the attack, shouting, "Ya, get out of the way!" Prince Ya roared,
"Not so easy!" Ignoring Xiang Yang's words, he unleashed a series of fierce attacks with his Blue Wave Divine Palm, as if fighting for his
life . Prince Suanni and another prince from the Dragon Palace flew in, launching a combined attack on Xiang Yang.

Xiang Yang focused his attention, using the power of his Nine Thunder Palms to deflect the attacks of Ya and Suanni. He then exchanged a palm strike with the Dragon
Palace prince, finding his palm technique less refined than Ya's, but powerful and
solidly grounded in internal energy, making him a formidable opponent. He exhaled and shouted, "Who are you?" The man,
recovering his breath, charged again, shouting, "The First Prince of the Dragon Palace!" He thrust both palms together, like a tidal wave.

Prince Ya seized the opportunity, increasing his palm power and rushing towards Xiang Yang's upper body. Prince Suanni unleashed his Mahayana Buddha
Palm, its power even more astonishing. Facing the three most skilled martial artists among the Nine Dragon Princes simultaneously, Xiang Yang suddenly lifted one
foot , separated his palms, and swiftly
assumed the "Kui Dragon Force" stance. His palm strikes flowed swiftly and powerfully, his body spinning seven or eight times like a thunderbolt, instantly shattering the palm strikes from the three attackers.
Seizing the opportunity, he immediately leaped up, gracefully landing four or five zhang away.

The princes, confident in their powerful palm strikes, were astonished by Xiang Yang's
profound skill after exchanging blows with the Nine Thunder Palms. Now, freed from the three-on-one attack, their faces paled. Xiang Yang, however, had no intention of prolonged fighting.
As soon as he touched the ground, he leaped high again, gathering his inner energy, his body floating towards the mountain wall.
He pressed his palms back against the rocks, using the force to propel himself forward, attempting to soar over the stone wall above over a hundred enemies. Amidst gasps of surprise
, a figure suddenly leaped upwards like lightning, ghostly and silent, blocking Xiang Yang's advance. The newcomer's face was
as cold as ice, and wherever he went, a chilling wind swept through the air—it was Huang Zhonggui, the guardian of the Xiaoling Mausoleum.

The two met in mid-air, their eyes locked, and Xiang Yang suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
A thought flashed through his mind: "This person is Huang Zhonggui?" In that instant, Huang Zhonggui pressed his right palm against the mountain wall, his body becoming incredibly
stable, as if his five claws were embedded in the stone. The momentum of his leap instantly dissipated,
and his body, suspended in mid-air, became motionless in an eerie silence. Xiang Yang's forward momentum had not yet dissipated, and he
immediately followed up with a palm strike, a thunderous palm strike aimed at Huang Zhonggui's vital points.

Suddenly, a cold glint appeared in Huang Zhonggui's eyes. His left arm rose, flashing rapidly like
a crossbow bolt, his five fingers instantly transforming into thousands of sharp blades. His entire body remained motionless, but his left
arm moved like a raging storm, the changes in fists, palms, fingers, and claws completely unpredictable
. His unprecedentedly fierce attacks relentlessly assaulted Xiang Yang, causing the Thunder Palm's true power to crumble and disintegrate under the barrage of attacks.

Xiang Yang was greatly shocked by the setback in his palm strike. His forward momentum was blocked, and he fell to the ground against his will.
Huang Zhonggui released his right hand, stepped down, and remained blocking Xiang Yang's path, coldly staring at him.

Xiang Yang surveyed the situation. Although he had overcome the combined forces of the three sects, Huang Zhonggui blocked his path. With only Huang Zhonggui
, he could hardly help Shi Niangzi. He snorted and said, "You are Huang Zhonggui, aren't you?" Huang Zhonggui
remained expressionless, his hands behind his back. The mountain wind blew, causing his clothes to flutter, but his body remained as
still as if cast in iron, as if he had never displayed such astonishing martial arts. Xiang Yang secretly regulated the
chaotic , his whole body tense. He thought to himself, "He broke the Nine Thunder Palm so easily, as if nothing had happened
. He is truly amazing! My junior brothers and sisters cannot defeat him. What about me? Can I win?"

Suddenly, Luo Tiansheng shouted and struck Shi Niangzi's left shoulder heavily with his palm. The members of the Divine Camel Gang cheered in unison
, someone shouting, "Shi Niangzi, surrender quickly!" But then Shi Niangzi let out a clear shout, and a flying stone
grazed Luo Tiansheng's cheek, drawing a large patch of blood. Luo Tiansheng broke out in a cold sweat, thinking to himself, "That was close!"
If he had been even slightly careless, this blow to his face would have been fatal.

Shi Niangzi had been struck in the shoulder, her shoulder bone throbbing with excruciating pain. Fighting with only her right hand was even more disadvantageous. Seeing
Xiang Yang arrive, she immediately cried out, "Brother Xiang, how is Fourth Sister?" Xiang Yang replied, "My junior sister obtained
the antidote and is alright!" Shi Niangzi was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Thank you!" But then she heard an old
voice say, "Heh heh, you're already in dire straits yourself, yet you're still thinking about those little girls in the village
. You're truly foolish."

Xiang Yang turned around and saw an old man with white hair and beard, hazy eyes, and a tall, imposing figure.
He was dressed in very luxurious clothes, with dragon patterns embroidered on the cuffs of his long robe. He was none other than Ao Sihai, the leader of the Dragon Palace Sect. He
led the Dragon Palace Sect members, blocking Xiang Yang's path from both sides with Huang Zhonggui, but instead of paying attention to Xiang Yang, he stared intently
at the fight between Shi Niangzi and Luo Tiansheng, squinting and constantly stroking his beard and chin. Shi

Niangzi 　　ignored Ao Sihai and focused on parrying the attacks, but Luo Tiansheng's palm strikes grew stronger having injured an arm, found it increasingly difficult to defend herself and was on the verge of defeat. 　　Seeing the urgency of the situation, Xiang Yang thought, "I must get past Huang Zhonggui no matter what, otherwise Miss will surely fall into enemy hands." He immediately gathered his true energy, pushing the power of his "Nine Thunder Palms" to its peak.

With a clear whistle, he strode forward, his palm
strike like a bolt of lightning, carrying the force of thunder, aimed directly at Huang Zhonggui. Even before the palm arrived, the rumbling of wind and thunder was already deafening.

Huang Zhonggui remained stationary, raising one palm. Suddenly, the area three feet around him became intensely cold, and
layers of Yin energy rippled outwards, enveloping Xiang Yang in a Yin True Qi, greatly hindering the power of his thunderous palm. Huang Zhonggui's palm strike
followed immediately, cold and sharp, completely different from the thunderous palm, yet possessing boundless power and unfathomable aftereffects. The moment their palms clashed, the difference in strength was immediately apparent. Xiang Yang
felt a bone-chilling cold and involuntarily took a step back, his chest feeling unbearably nauseous
. He was secretly shocked: "His internal energy is so cold and domineering, it's truly unheard of."

Huang Zhonggui, however, remained unmoved, standing firmly in place, neither pursuing nor retreating. Xiang Yang
unleashed a barrage of attacks, his Nine Thunder Palms striking relentlessly with astonishing force, like countless thunderclaps striking out of
thin gravel flying everywhere. His offensive was incredibly fierce, but Huang Zhonggui seemed to parry casually,
deflecting each attack with a single wave of his hand. Xiang Yang's palm techniques grew faster and faster, but Huang Zhonggui remained composed, his defenses clear and precise,
waves of yin energy occasionally rebounding back at him.

Xiang Yang's fighting spirit soared. Although his fierce attacks were futile, he did not let up, each palm strike possessing
the power to shatter monuments and split rocks, determined to break through Huang Zhonggui's defenses. Huang Zhonggui parried with a single palm strike, suddenly saying, "You
cannot defeat me. If you want to live, leave quickly, or you will perish here."

Xiang Yang raised an eyebrow and said, "I am grateful for your hospitality, but the crisis at Jin Guo Zhuang is not yet resolved, and I will not leave here
!" His palm strikes grew even more ferocious, the power of his Nine Revolutions Profound Skill, honed over many years, surging forth in layers.

Suddenly, Luo Tiansheng roared, "You stinking woman, see if you can still be so tough!
So what if you're the head of the Heroine Manor? You still fell into my hands!" Xiang Yang was startled and glanced over, only to see Luo Tiansheng
holding Shi Niangzi by the back of her collar, looking smug. Shi Niangzi's mouth and clothes were covered in blood,
her long hair was disheveled, and her limbs hung limply, almost unconscious.

Ao Sihai stroked his beard and laughed, "Chief Luo's reputation for dominating beyond the Great Wall is truly well-deserved."
Luo Tiansheng was extremely proud and slammed Shi Niangzi heavily to the ground. Shi Niangzi trembled and then became still,
letting out a painful groan.

Luo Tiansheng bent down, grabbed Shi Niangzi's collar, and laughed loudly, saying, "Hehe, you lured us here with
the Ten Scenery Silk, thinking you could win with the advantage of terrain? You've miscalculated this time, haven't you?" Shi Niangzi closed her eyes
and didn't answer, as if she hadn't heard him.

Ao Sihai slowly stepped forward and said, "Chief Luo, we've already agreed beforehand that this Master Shi
is for my enjoyment." Luo Tiansheng said, "If Dragon King Ao wants a woman, go ahead. My Divine Camel
Gang only wants the property of the Women's Manor. The Ten Scenery Silks will be given to Envoy Huang. It's all been agreed upon long ago. Are you afraid that I, Luo, will go back
on my word ?" Ao Sihai laughed, "Thank you, thank you! Chiwen, go and bring Master Shi over
. Be sure to show her some respect." Prince Chiwen said, "Yes, sir." He used his lightness skill to quickly
leap over Huang Zhonggui and Xiang Yang, fearing that Xiang Yang would try to stop him. Hearing what Ao Sihai said, Xiang Yang was naturally furious. He thought to himself
, "This old ghost is disrespectful for his age, openly insulting Miss Shi like this!" But he was already struggling to protect himself from Huang Zhonggui
, so how could he interfere with Prince Chiwen? He certainly couldn't attack Ao Sihai.

Prince Chiwen floated lightly before Luo Tiansheng, cupping his hands in greeting, "Chief Luo!" Luo Tiansheng
nodded , saying, "Let me retrieve the Ten Scenery Silk first, then I'll hand this woman over to your sect." He then reached into Shi
Niangzi's bosom to search her, displaying extreme rudeness. Prince Chiwen laughed, "Chief Luo, let me do it."
He reached out, ripped off Shi Niangzi's belt, shook open her upper garment, and roughly pulled it down to her shoulder, a bolt of brocade falling
to the ground. Shi Niangzi's inner garments, soaked with sweat from the long fight, clung to her chest, revealing her shapely
figure . Many from the three sects, seeing this from afar, began to murmur, their eyes tingling with desire,
especially the disciples of the Dragon Palace Sect.

Prince Chiwen glanced at Ao Sihai, as if to signal him. Ao Sihai stroked his white beard, nodding and smiling.
The Chiwen Prince understood, glancing at Xiang Yang, thinking, "Let me humiliate this beauty a bit, and see if this
brat will settle down." He then reached for Shi Niangzi from Luo Tiansheng. Luo Tiansheng casually released Shi Niangzi
, bent down to pick up the bolt of brocade, and laughed, "Emperor Huang, the Ten Scenery Brocade that your sect's Dragon Master requested is right here.
No need to waste time with this brat; the task is complete!"

Xiang Yang suddenly sidestepped, his body turning, his footwork abruptly changing, attempting to bypass Huang Zhonggui through the extremely narrow space beside him
. This "Reversal of the Dipper Pivot" was an extremely exquisite movement technique; Xiang Yang's feet moved like flying clouds,
his figure flowing, and in a flash, he seemed poised to overtake Huang Zhonggui. Unexpectedly, Huang Zhonggui circled his hands, spinning
up and down yin wind burst forth from both sides of his body, like a roc spreading its wings, completely blocking Xiang Yang's path. Xiang Yang
only needed to turn five feet more to bypass Huang Zhonggui's internal force, but there was a mountain wall on the left and a cliff on the right, with
nowhere to stand. He had no choice but to step back and leap several feet away.

Ao Sihai laughed, "Brother Xiang, how can your meager skills compare to those of Envoy Huang? Before Envoy Huang
strikes, hurry back and train for a few more years!" Xiang Yang, hearing Ao Sihai's mockery, was
furious . He turned around and shouted, "You infamous old thief, do you even deserve to chatter with me?" Ao Sihai seemed
unconcerned and laughed, "Young lads are always so impetuous. Chiwen, let this Brother Xiang calm down
."

Xiang Yang turned around and saw Prince Chiwen supporting Lady Shi from behind, grinning, "Hey Xiang
, have you ever seen the body of this heroine, Master Shi? How about I show you?"
He grabbed the hem of Lady Shi's thin shirt and pulled it up, revealing her fair waist. Slender yet not
weak, it fully displayed the proud figure Lady Shi had cultivated through martial arts. A burst of laughter erupted, some of it
malicious . Huang Zhonggui remained expressionless, his face indifferent.

Xiang Yang roared, "Chiwen, stop right there!" Chiwen Prince laughed, "What's the big deal?
Is this Lady Shi's body unattractive? Tsk tsk tsk, her skin is so tender..." As he spoke,
he began to roughly caress Lady Shi's chest and abdomen, pulling her blouse up to reveal the lower half of her breasts, their full curves clearly visible
. Lady Shi slowly opened her eyes, glared at Chiwen Prince, and remained silent.

Seeing that she was conscious but offered no resistance, Chiwen Prince assumed she was seriously injured and showed no fear
. He laughed, "Lady Shi, how is it? No man has ever touched your body like this before, has he? Isn't it very pleasant?
" His hand played with the lower edge of her right breast, teasing her relentlessly, determined to make this renowned heroine of the martial arts world...
The Lord wept before the crowd and thoroughly humiliated her.

Madam Shi, however, remained calm and said, "The Nine Dragons Prince is quite famous in the martial arts world, yet
he has such a shameless thief as you." The Chiwen Prince glared, forcefully squeezing Madam Shi's breast, and said
viciously , "Madam Shi, you're about to become a slave of our Dragon Palace Sect, and you still dare to be stubborn! Damn it
, I'll strip you naked right now and let all the disciples of the three sects see you naked, let's see if you can still
be defiant !"

Xiang Yang, enraged, disregarded Huang Zhonggui's terrifying martial arts skills, thinking, "How can I let this
dog humiliate Miss Shi!" Just as he was about to rush forward, he suddenly heard Madam Shi laugh loudly, saying, "Using chastity to
coerce a woman is the worst method, Chiwen Prince. So your understanding is nothing more than this, you've truly disgraced
the Dragon Palace Sect!"

Chiwen's face turned pale, and he roughly violated Madam Shi's skin, his tone becoming increasingly threatening, saying:
"Fine, Lady Shi, you're tough, aren't you? This prince will teach you a lesson. First, I'll make you guzzle
, then I'll make you seduce me on the spot, turning this noblewoman into a little slut!" He became even more audacious,
his hand reaching under her skirt. Lady Shi didn't utter a sound, nor did her body tremble;
she seemed completely unconcerned about the prince's lewd behavior.

Luo Tiansheng, holding the Ten Scenery Brocade, laughed, "Lady Shi, you're quite arrogant. But
the Ten Scenery Brocade is already in our hands; no matter how much you resist, it's useless." Lady Shi glanced at
Luo Tiansheng and said, "Ten Scenery Brocade? Do you really think what you have is Ten Scenery Brocade?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Zhonggui's eyes flashed coldly, and he turned his head to look at Luo Tiansheng. Luo Tiansheng was startled,
thinking, "Could it be a fake?" He quickly untied the brocade's binding cord to unfold it and examine it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the brocade was unfurled, a wisp of green smoke suddenly billowed out, rushing straight towards Luo Tiansheng's face.
Luo Tiansheng felt a sharp pain in his eyes and screamed, "My eyes!" He threw aside the brocade and pressed his eyes to his face.

Suddenly, Shi Niangzi clapped her hands together, abruptly breaking free from the Chiwen Prince, and flew straight at Luo
Tiansheng with incredible speed. Her palms struck one after the other, as fast as lightning, hitting Luo Tiansheng squarely in the chest. Caught off guard, Luo Tiansheng was forced back several steps by this
surprise attack, his foot slipping, and he was sent flying off the cliff.

Suddenly, two figures flashed in. One reached out and grabbed Luo Tiansheng's right wrist, pulling
him and pulling him back, barely managing to land him safely on the ground. The speed of their movements was astonishing; it was Huang Zhonggui
who had come to his rescue. If it weren't for Huang Zhonggui's extraordinary martial arts skills and even faster reaction time, Luo Tiansheng would have already fallen off
the cliff and never recovered. Another man rushed to Madam Shi's side, one hand swirling up the brocade in mid-air
, the other shielding her. This was Xiang Yang. Madam Shi's surprise attack had failed, and she had already changed tactics, striking
with deadly pinning the pulse point of Prince Chiwen. Her skill was far beyond what a seriously injured person could achieve.

The sudden turn of events caused gasps of shock and horror among the crowds from the three factions on the cliff. Madam Shi looked at Prince Chiwen
, seeing the look of terror and fear on his face, and said, "Did I say your knowledge was so limited? Were I wrong
? Even in the face of battle, you were still lusting after women. This is the cause of your death. Remember this well in the underworld!" With a flick of her wrist
, she struck him on the top of the head. Prince Chiwen, his pulse point pinned, could not dodge. Overwhelmed with fear, he
cried out he could finish those five words, the palm strike had already landed, killing him instantly.

Huang Zhonggui released Luo Tiansheng, letting him sit on the ground and shout, while coldly staring at Shi Niangzi.

(Chapter 67)

The
Dragon Palace faction was thrown into chaos as the Chiwen Prince died under Shi Niangzi's palm, and everyone cried out in alarm.
Luo Tiansheng's eye pain subsided, but the pain in his chest from the palm strike became even more unbearable. Enraged, he wiped his eyes,
jumped up, and pointed at Shi Niangzi, cursing, "You vile woman, you used this vicious trick to harm people!"

Suddenly, a delicate young girl's laughter came from afar, saying, "Chief Luo, don't blame the wrong person
. This little trap was arranged by me, and has nothing to do with Miss Shi!" Everyone looked up towards the source of the voice
, and saw the women of Jin Guo Zhuang coming to their aid, with Lan Lingyu and Hua Xuan leading the way. Ao Sihai shouted, "
Dragon Palace disciples, listen up! Quickly capture these women and avenge the Second Prince!" The Dragon Palace disciples responded and rushed
forward to attack.

Xiang Yang was taken aback when he heard that the girl's voice was neither Hua Xuan's nor Lan Lingyu's. He thought to himself,
"This woman's internal strength is not weak. Are there such people among the maids of Jin Guo Zhuang?" Before he could think further, he saw
Luo Tiansheng fly into a rage, rush past Huang Zhonggui, and roar as he grabbed at Shi Niangzi,
shouting "How dare you fool me!" The grab was fierce, and Xiang Yang was afraid that Shi Niangzi
could not handle it. He immediately gathered his true energy and struck out with his palm. The two internal energies collided in mid-air with a loud bang.
Luo Tiansheng's move was rushed, and he had not fully exerted his energy. He was knocked aside.

Having previously exchanged blows with Luo Tiansheng, Shi Niangzi was seriously injured. Knowing she was no match for him, she took
a risk. After being captured, she feigned weakness and secretly channeled her inner energy into her palms, waiting for Luo Tiansheng to be off guard and launch a surprise attack
. She didn't aim to severely injure him, but simply to knock him off the cliff, thus eliminating a powerful enemy. Luo Tiansheng was affected by
the smoke hidden in the brocade. Although it wasn't poisonous, it caused temporary intense pain in his eyes. Shi Niangzi seized the opportunity
and launched a sudden
attack. Just as she was about to succeed, Huang Zhonggui rescued her. Although she secretly lamented the loss, she had still managed to kill , achieving a minor victory. However, her full-force attack had exhausted her strength. Now
, swept by the powerful gust of wind generated by the clash of Xiang Yang and Luo Tiansheng's inner forces, she immediately felt overwhelmed, her body swaying, almost falling.

Xiang Yang reached out to support her, saying, "Miss Shi, please rest first. Let me deal with Luo Tiansheng."
Madam whispered, "Thank you! I'm afraid Third Sister and Miss Hua will have a hard time dealing with the Dragon Palace Sect. Please be careful, Brother
Xiang. If you can defeat Luo Tiansheng, go and help them as soon as possible. Don't worry about me." Xiang Yang said, "Miss Shi, please
rest assured. I will do my best to protect everyone in the Heroine Manor."

Luo Tiansheng missed his first move, but his eyes had already recovered. He circulated his qi once and felt no abnormality in his meridians. He figured the smoke
was not poisonous, so he didn't care. He angrily said to Xiang Yang, "Boy, you want to be a hero and save the beauty? You should also consider your target!
So what if he's Hua Xuanqing's disciple? I don't even care about him!" He raised his power and his palms swept like a whirlwind,
with immense power and swiftness.

Xiang Yang thought to himself, "The Divine Camel Gang is known as the largest gang outside the Great Wall. It seems there's a reason for its reputation. This Luo Tiansheng's martial arts
are indeed extraordinary." However, Xiang Yang himself was also a formidable fighter, having just fought Huang Zhonggui for a while.
Although he couldn't gain the upper hand, seeing Luo Tiansheng's skill, he couldn't help but compare it to Huang Zhonggui's
, thinking to himself, "The leader of the Divine Camel Gang is not as skilled as Huang Zhonggui, the tomb guardian." He also wondered, "
With such amazing martial arts, why is Huang Zhonggui content to be subordinate to Long Yuqing? Could it be that my unseen senior uncle
has even deeper martial arts skills?"

His mind was full of doubts, but he had no time to think about them. He opened and closed his palms, fighting Luo Tiansheng to a standstill
. Both of their palm strikes were extremely fierce, creating a whirlwind of wind and thunder, their sleeves billowing, as they clashed head-on with each other.
Xiang Yang's Nine Thunder Palms were incredibly powerful, gradually suppressing Luo Tiansheng's palm force.

Luo Tiansheng was shocked, thinking to himself, "This kid's martial arts are no joke, even more
powerful . He's exchanged so many blows with Huang Zhonggui, yet his internal energy is still so strong. I have to go all out; I
absolutely can't hold back." He changed his palm technique, opening his hands wide, concealing deep internal energy, holding it in place, slowly
dissipating the power of the Thunder Palm, and retreating step by step.

Xiang Yang saw his opponent suddenly change to a defensive stance and became suspicious, thinking, "What's with this trickery?" However, the Thunder Palm
's strength was extremely rare in the martial arts world; simply defending would be very difficult, let alone winning.
Seeing response, Xiang Yang remained fearless and intensified his palm attacks.

Luo Tiansheng's hands moved in circles, his inner force circulating, subtly drawing Xiang Yang's palm force backward.
Even with the power of his Nine Thunder Palms, Xiang Yang couldn't escape the immense force generated by Luo Tiansheng's hands. Each strike lost its aim
, his power failing to concentrate, hitting empty air like fluff, its power largely dissipated.

Xiang Yang was startled, thinking, "This technique of neutralizing force is quite sophisticated. My palm force can't reach him
; I have to launch another attack." But Luo Tiansheng's palms moved back and forth like a whirlpool capsizing a boat.
Xiang Yang wanted to withdraw his palms, but he lacked the strength. With each step Luo Tiansheng retreated, he was forced to unleash his palm force,
unable to control himself.

Luo Tiansheng unleashed his full inner strength, pushing the Divine Camel Gang's signature technique, "Quicksand Hand," to its limit. This rendered the Nine Thunder
Palm's formidable power ineffective, trapping Xiang Yang within the Quicksand Hand's hidden force. Luo Tiansheng secretly rejoiced, thinking, "
Young man , though your martial arts are strong, you can't withstand the Quicksand Hand. Let's see how long you can last!"

The Quicksand Hand, once unleashed, moved like shifting sands in the desert, its movements unpredictable and fraught with hidden attacks. Xiang Yang's palm strikes
were completely absorbed, rendering him unable to attack or defend. Xiang Yang could only desperately channel his inner energy, hoping to break through the Quicksand Hand's treacherous techniques
in one fell swoop. However, Luo Tiansheng feigned receiving the force with both hands, but in reality, he completely neutralized it,
easily resisting the remaining impact with his profound inner strength. Although Xiang Yang's palm strikes were powerful, he was now at a loss, his inner strength gradually
dwindling .

Over there, Lan Lingyu and Hua Xuan were engaged in a fierce battle with numerous Dragon Palace disciples. Hua Xuan wielded her Eight Directions Wind Rope,
her long whip like unpredictable winds and clouds. In just a few moves, she had the ninth-ranked prince among the Nine Dragon Princes, Jiao Tu
, coughing up blood. Then, she unleashed the "Vast Wind Style" and the "Tai Wind Style" in succession, forcing back
the princes . Although the Dragon Palace had many members, they could not do anything to Hua Xuan.

Seeing Hua Xuan's exquisite whip technique, the Suanni Prince thought to himself that this young girl was quite powerful. It seemed that ordinary disciples were no
match for her. He immediately gathered his energy and stepped forward, saying, "Young girl, I am the Suanni Prince. Let me learn a few moves from you!" He
clasped his hands together, channeling the power of the "Great Vehicle Zen Palm." The continuous, pent-up energy was gathered and then released, forming a deep and immense force that
crashed down on Hua Xuan like a raging torrent.

Hua Xuan rapidly circulated her inner energy three times, then swiftly lashed out with her long whip,
unleashing a "Melting Wind" style of soft force to meet the attack. The whip swirled several times in mid-air, deflecting the Suanni Prince's palm strike. Several
resilient forces clashed, neither gaining the upper hand, but the Suanni Prince had already lost his momentum and could no longer gain the upper hand.

Hua Xuan sighed, thinking, "Senior Brother Wen hasn't arrived yet, and Senior Brother Xiang is facing a powerful enemy.
I have to rely on myself in this battle!" Although young, her skill was no less than, and perhaps even surpassed, that of any of the Nine Dragons Princes. However
, in terms of combat experience, she was still lacking. In recent days, she had
fought against Ke Yantai, Yan Tie, Prince Ya, Huang Zhonggui, and others, each time facing perilous battles, giving her a taste of
the life-or-death struggle in combat. Facing a master like Prince Suanni, Hua Xuan resolved to go all out, thinking
, "If I don't defeat him quickly, another enemy will follow, and that will be disastrous."

However, Prince Suanni's skill was so formidable that even Xiang Yang had been able to hold his own against him. Although Hua Xuan was eager to win
, victory would not be easy. Nearby, Lan Lingyu and Prince Ya were locked in a fierce battle, their longswords
and double halberds clashing repeatedly with resounding clangs. The two fought at breakneck speed, while the Dragon Palace disciples watched from afar, their eyes
dazzled by the spectacle. Prince Ya was warlike by nature, and the Dragon Palace disciples refused to assist him, leaving him to fight alone. Even if they wanted to
join forces, they were powerless to intervene in such a fierce battle.

Lan Lingyu, having been hampered by a small branch during her previous encounter with Prince Ya, was unable to unleash her full power. Now,
facing Prince Ya again, she was free of such burdens and showed no mercy, unleashing her Flying Swallow Halberd with each strike, each a sharp, swift movement that transformed into two streaks of silver light. Prince Ya roared loudly, employing all the ultimate moves of the Dragon Turning Sword Technique, his swordplay brimming
with murderous intent 　　, each strike ruthless and unspeakable. Seeing Prince Ya's reckless and desperate attacks, Lan Lingyu noticed that while his moves were dangerous, they lacked composure, revealing increasing flaws and a lack of sustained power, suggesting a significant depletion of his inner strength. A thought struck her: " It seems he has exhausted much of his power after his previous fight with Young Hero Xiang. His attacks are rash; if I 　　fight steadily, I will surely win." Sure enough, after a while, Prince Ya's swordsmanship gradually became chaotic. His eyes widened, his teeth clenched, and he thrust out a powerful sword. Seeing her opportunity, Lan Lingyu's mind raced. She swiftly clashed her twin halberds in a sudden, deadly strike , the "Swallow Gathers Its Wings" technique, the blades gripping the blade of Prince Ya's sword. Prince Ya was startled and hastily tried , but the two short halberds remained unmoved, as if cast in iron. In that single move, Lan Lingyu saw an opening and launched a flying kick , striking Prince Ya squarely in the dantian. Prince Ya staggered backward five or six steps, crying out but stubbornly refusing to fall, spitting out a mouthful of blood. 　　Lan Lingyu, having landed a successful blow, was about to unleash another attack to finish off Prince Ya when suddenly a powerful force struck from behind, its weight immense. Knowing she was being ambushed, Lan Lingyu didn't have time to prepare her defense and quickly rolled away. A loud crash followed, the impact creating a crater in the ground; the weapon that had attacked was an iron cauldron. The attacker was a fat man with an oily face and a sinister smile. He was Taotie, the fifth prince of the Dragon Palace. This iron cauldron weapon was extremely heavy, similar in weight to the bronze bell of Prince Pulao. Lan Lingyu secretly clicked her tongue, thinking, "Such a heavy weapon will require some effort to deal with."

Despite its bulky appearance, the Taotie was incredibly agile. Missing its first attack, it immediately raised its iron cauldron and attacked again.
Seeing the fierce attack, and realizing her lack of physical strength, Lan Lingyu dodged, intending to
retaliate from behind. Prince Ya rushed forward, shouting, "Lan Lingyu, take this
!" He was a lifelong warrior, and despite his severe injuries, he didn't hesitate to unleash his remaining strength, striking Lan Lingyu with the
Blue Wave Divine Palm, determined to kill her.

Lan Lingyu hadn't expected Prince Ya to be so ferocious. Even severely injured, his palm strikes were still incredibly powerful. In her shock ,
before she could parry his attack, Prince Taotie's iron cauldron had already struck again. Seeing that she couldn't defend herself, she tried her best to dodge,
when suddenly a green shadow swept in front of Lan Lingyu like the wind. The newcomer's
sword light swept back sharply, and with a soft "swoosh," Prince Ya suddenly fell over, blood splattering from his chest. Prince Taotie's iron cauldron, however, stopped halfway, pressed down by the newcomer's
palm, unable to advance any further. The newcomer slightly shook his long sword, chuckled, and said arrogantly, "Taotie, you
fat pig, don't get in my way, get lost!" He suddenly unleashed a palm strike, knocking Taotie and his cauldron back, stumbling more than ten
steps before finally collapsing to the ground.

Upon hearing the voice, Lan Lingyu's heart trembled, and she cried out in alarm, "It's you!" The man turned to
look at Lan Lingyu and laughed, "Haha, it's me!"

Huang Zhonggui's face darkened further when he saw the man. The Crown Prince shouted, "Who goes there
? State your name!" Upon hearing this, the man's expression became arrogant, and he sneered, "You're the Crown Prince of the Dragon Palace,
yet you're so ignorant! Hehe, I am none other than the Great Murong !" Ten 　　Scenes Satin (

Sixty-Eight)

=== ... 　　Murong Xiu coldly swept his gaze over the crowd, chuckled a few times, and said, "Ao Sihai, why don't you come over here? With these shrimp soldiers and crab generals from the Dragon Palace, they'll only die under my, the Great Murong. I 've come here today specifically so you old codger can finally rest in peace and die a natural death, right? Hehe, hehe!" 　　The Dragon Palace disciples were all furious at his insolent words, but having witnessed his skill in defeating the two princes , none of them dared to make a move rashly. Ao Sihai stroked his beard and said, "Rumor has it that the two Murong brothers are extremely powerful demons. Why didn't the younger Murong come with you?" Murong Xiu sneered, "It's because you're a senile old fool with no eyes. Little sister, come out!" 　　Before he finished speaking, a young girl suddenly floated out from among the maids of Jin Guo Manor. Her movements were as light as a feather, and her face was delicate and beautiful. She landed beside Murong Xiu and said with a smile, "Big brother, you're late!" This maid was the younger Murong in disguise, used to deceive the enemy. Many experts from the three sects thought she was an ordinary maid with limited martial arts skills. Underestimating her, most of them died under the younger Murong's sword. As soon as she revealed her identity, many people exclaimed in surprise. They were obviously those who had been deceived but had not died. 　　Lan Lingyu stammered, "Miss Murong, this...this is your...your brother?" Little Murong replied , "Yes." Lan Lingyu's body trembled slightly as she gripped her twin halberds, glaring fiercely at Murong Xiu. Murong Xiu, however, smiled nonchalantly. 　　Ao Sihai hummed in agreement, his eyes sweeping over Little Murong from head to toe, muttering, "Rare indeed." He then said to Little Murong, "You're Little Murong? Not bad, quite beautiful indeed. Come , come , come to my Dragon Palace, I'm sure I won't mistreat you, and I can even let you enjoy the greatest pleasures of the world." As he spoke, his face was full of lecherous gleam. 　　Little Murong raised her eyebrows and said, "Big brother, what do you say?" Murong Xiu chuckled coldly and said, "This old man has one foot in the coffin, let's do him a favor." Little Murong smiled sweetly and said, "Alright." She moved gracefully towards the Dragon Palace's group. 　　Ao Sihai stroked his beard again and laughed, "The two Murongs have impressive reputations, and they're quite sensible." Little Murong blinked and smiled, "Dragon King Ao, do you know what favor I need to do for you?" Her words were soft and melodious, captivating Ao Sihai. He laughed, "What is it?" 　　Little Murong pursed her lips, her bright eyes blinking slightly, and whispered, "To help you get your other foot into the coffin." Before she finished speaking, two figures flashed like lightning. The two Murongs, one in front and one behind, swept past a large group of Dragon Palace disciples in the blink of an eye, attacking Ao Sihai with extreme speed and ferocity. 　　 The Crown Prince shouted, "Protect the Sect Leader!" The Dragon Palace disciples immediately formed a massive barrier to block the path of the two Murongs. Prince Chiwen was dead, and Princes Pulao, Bian, and Ya were severely wounded. Prince Suanni was locked in a fierce The remaining princes—the eldest, fifth, sixth, and ninth—flew forward to intercept the Murong brothers. 　　Murong Xiu laughed loudly, shouting, "Ao Sihai, if you don't take action yourself, these four little worms will soon be lying dead on the spot!" With a flick of his longsword, he unleashed the "Character Sword" move of the Great Vertical and Horizontal Sword Technique. The sword light flashed in all directions , then abruptly turned in four directions. Four screams rang out almost simultaneously as the four Dragon Palace disciples were disemboweled, their deaths gruesome. 　　 As the leader of the nine dragon princes, Prince Murong Xiu was terrified by the astonishing speed and ruthlessness of his swordsmanship . However, he could not flee in the face of the enemy. With a roar, he struck out with his palm. The Gluttonous Prince lifted the iron cauldron, gripped its legs, and hurled it at Murong Xiu seemingly clumsily, yet with tremendous force. While the other two princes, Pa Xia and Jiao Tu, were weaker, the combined attack of the four Dragon Palace princes was still formidable. 　　Little Murong, wielding a short sword, moved with elusive grace, her sword tip flashing and scattering light towards Jiao Tu , her movements exquisitely beautiful. Jiao Tu was stunned, seeing countless points of light before his eyes, dazzling and bewildering him, and hastily dodged. 　　Murong Xiu shouted, "Little sister, hurry up and finish this! We still need to kill that old man!" Little Murong laughed, " I know!" The brother and sister attacked side-by-side, their twin swords, one long and one short, weaving through the killing intent with countless dazzling sword beams. Their two sword techniques complemented each other, neutralizing weaknesses and amplifying their attacks. Their sword paths grew faster and faster, countless halos of light shooting out, sweeping across whatever Dragon Palace disciples they touched, bringing disaster upon them. 　　The Gluttonous Prince attempted a direct attack with his iron cauldron, but the moment it collided with Murong Xiu's blade, the green sword abruptly deflected.

Like lightning, it struck the Taotie Prince's wrist. The Taotie Prince was horrified and cried out, "Ouch!" In
desperation , he could only release the cauldron and withdraw his hand, managing to save one hand, but a deep wound was already inflicted.
With a thud, the iron cauldron fell to the ground.

The two Murong brothers, once joined forces, displayed astonishingly fierce swordsmanship. They moved with unparalleled ease, their twin swords easily
slaying the Dragon Palace disciples one by one, displaying an invincible force. However, cries of alarm rang out as Pa Xia and others
were successively wounded by the swords.

Seeing their own disadvantage, the Suanni Prince was eager to help. He feigned an attack, attempting to break free from Hua Xuan's encirclement and
support the Fourth Prince of the Dragon Palace. Hua Xuan wouldn't allow him to return to help, shouting, "Don't even think about leaving!" Suddenly, the long whip scattered like flying catkins
, frost and snow filling the sky—the most profound of the Eight Directions Wind Chains, the "Changhe Wind Style," mystical and elusive,
unpredictable. The whip seemed to transform into a celestial cloud, effortlessly blocking the Suanni Prince's path. The whip itself was like smoke and
mist, unlike its original form. The Suanni Prince

saw the power of the whip technique and, helpless, could only try his best to dismantle it. Helping to resist the two
Murong brothers was utterly impossible. Ao Sihai watched all this, yet remained completely still.

Suddenly, a cold wind swept in, and Huang Zhonggui, with his swift and
agile . He coldly said, "Elder Murong, you've come too." Murong Xiu, seeing that the newcomer was Huang Zhonggui, chuckled softly and
said, "I've come here specifically for two important matters, one of which is to kill you, you vile devil.
Make your move!"

Huang Zhonggui remained silent, bending his arms one after the other, his ten fingers
interlocking . A layer of frost faintly enveloped his palms, and a chilling aura pressed in all directions. Then, he said in a deep voice, "Crown Prince of the Dragon Palace, all of you,
step aside."

The Crown Prince and the others, already unable to hold on any longer, were overjoyed to see Huang Zhonggui make his move and retreated.
Murong Xiu didn't pursue, his madness vanishing. He raised his longsword and whispered, "Little sister, are you ready?"
Little Murong lightly brandished her short sword, saying, "I don't want to die, big brother, give it your all!" Murong Xiu chuckled
, flicking his blade, a buzzing sound echoing outwards. He shouted, "Huang Zhonggui, show me your skills!"

Huang Zhonggui's face suddenly darkened. He exhaled a cold breath, his body moving like an arrow, incredibly fast.
His palms moved like wings, unleashing two "Taiyin Blade" strikes, cleaving the two Murongs to the left and right. A chilling aura
swept across several feet in front of him, a strong gust of yin wind. Little Murong dared not take the blow head-on, floating back. Murong Xiu turned to evade, closing in
, letting out a roar as his "Cross Sword" swept across the area. Huang Zhonggui's eyes were sharp. He took a step back, two
cold glints narrowly missing him, barely inch away.

Unexpectedly, Murong Xiu's sword momentum was not yet exhausted. He followed up with another cross-shaped sword strike. With a "whoosh," Huang Zhonggui
retreated again, but his clothes were torn in two tiny gaps. Murong Xiu's cross-shaped sword strikes continued to flow, horizontal
and vertical, forming an extremely dense "Hua" character sword formation. The sound of sword wind cutting through the air was incessant.
Huang Zhonggui retreated continuously, each sword strike only flashing in front of him. His clothes were only slightly torn by the strong wind. Despite the extremely
dangerous sword technique, he was not injured at all. When the "Hua" character sword formation reached its end, the Taiyin Blade suddenly slashed back at Murong Xiu's
neck.

Murong Xiu's footwork slid, and he inexplicably dodged to the side. At that moment, Little Murong thrust out his sword,
unleashing the full range of "Rainbow Feather Robe Sword" techniques. The sword danced lightly, and the subsequent variations were equally ingenious.
Huang Zhonggui's single palm flew, and his Taiyin Blade used simplicity to overcome complexity. With his internal energy reaching Little Murong, he could not get close, and his offensive was greatly
thwarted. Murong Xiu quickly circulated his internal energy, and with a sweeping motion, his Great Vertical and Horizontal Sword Technique became even more fierce and powerful, with layers of changes: "
Mouth Sword," "Grade Sword," "Crystal Sword," and "Boom Sword," each move more ruthless than the last. Huang Zhonggui's eyes did not
blink , and he dismantled the two's attack with his bare hands. His two Taiyin Blades swung in perfect circles, without the slightest flaw. Large and small circles
rippled outwards, and icy internal energy emanated from them, and the three of them were enveloped in a misty fog. Little Murong's internal energy
was not enough, and he couldn't help but shiver. He quickly increased his internal energy to protect himself.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Xiang Yang was struggling to break free from the shackles of the Quicksand Hand, his Nine Revolutions Profound Skill reaching
its peak. Luo Tiansheng, however, remained calm and composed, clearly still able to neutralize the immense power of his Thunder Palm. Behind him, Shi Niangzi
called out , "Young Hero Xiang, watch your step! The mountain path ahead is getting narrower!" Hearing this, Xiang Yang became even more cautious
. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: "Why does Shi Niangzi's voice seem so distant?" His mind raced
, and he immediately understood: "That's it! Although his internal energy is strong, he can't continuously deflect all my palm force. So
every few moves, he has to retreat a step or two to neutralize the remaining power of my Thunder Palm. No wonder

he's getting further and further away." Having realized this, a strategy to defeat his enemy emerged in his mind. He slowly turned his body to the side, gradually turning his back to
the mountain wall as he launched his attack. Luo Tiansheng unconsciously turned as well, using the Quicksand Hand to deflect the power of Xiang Yang's palm while simultaneously
retreating a step. With this retreat, his footing was only three or four feet from the edge of the cliff. Luo Tiansheng realized this and was immediately
terrified: "Oh no! This kid wants to force me off the cliff?" However, it was too late. Xiang Yang had blocked
one side of the cliff, and Luo Tiansheng was now facing diagonally with his back to the bottomless abyss, in an extremely dangerous situation.

Xiang Yang used all his internal strength to strike out with his Thunder Palm. Cold sweat poured down Luo Tiansheng's back. His hand technique was still
the neutralizing force method of the Quicksand Hand, but he could no longer retreat a step. He could only use his own internal strength to withstand the residual power of the Thunder Palm. Although it was only
one or two tenths of the force, it was still very uncomfortable.

Xiang Yang pressed his advantage relentlessly, unleashing a torrent of Nine Thunder Palm strikes, one after another. Luo Tiansheng
, pale with ferocity, was on the verge of collapse when a man's voice suddenly rang out from afar: "Hey, Xiang, don't make any
rash moves , or these two girls will be dead!"

Xiang Yang glanced around and saw about a dozen members of the Divine Camel Gang approaching. Two men were each holding
a woman—it was Ling Yunxia and Yang Xiaojuan, who should have been resting in the cellar. Xiang Yang was greatly alarmed
. He thought, "How does the Divine Camel Gang know the secret of the cellar? Or did Miss Ling and the others come out of the cellar and
get captured by these people?" Before he could think further, the man shouted again, "If you want them to live, stop now!"

At this critical moment, such a dramatic turn of events threw Xiang Yang into disarray, and his palm strikes involuntarily slowed down.
Seeing an opening, Luo Tiansheng roared, gathering all his strength, and suddenly unleashed both palms simultaneously, meeting Xiang Yang's palms
and shoving him against the mountain wall. With a loud "bang," Xiang Yang's back struck the hard rock. Luo Tiansheng's
eyes widened, and his Quicksand Hand technique took the initiative, his internal energy like a sandstorm engulfing the thunderous palm's power. It was now
a contest of , aiming to kill Xiang Yang in one fell swoop.

Xiang Yang lost the initiative, his breath suffocated by the pressure, his arms unable to straighten, his internal energy unable to retaliate, his meridians
in chaos, his internal organs burning. In the blink of an eye, he was about to be forced back into the ground by Luo Tiansheng's palm force.

Realizing Xiang Yang's internal energy was failing him, Luo Tiansheng was overjoyed and was about to unleash his full power to kill him
when suddenly a shadow fell over him. A figure swooped down from the towering cliff, descending with incredible speed and
a whooshing sound, landing above Xiang Yang in the blink of an eye and slamming a palm heavily onto Xiang Yang's shoulder.

Xiang Yang suddenly felt an immense force surge into his body from his shoulder, carrying the momentum of the descent. It was
extraordinary ; it was the internal energy of his "Nine Revolutions Profound Technique," which instantly became an unstoppable force.
Before he could even feel joy, he roared, unleashing the "Kui Dragon Force" with earth-shattering force. Luo Tiansheng's palm was violently pushed
back, his body sent flying four or five zhang away, plummeting off the cliff like a broken kite. This time, however, Huang Zhonggui was not there
to save him . A mournful scream echoed through the mountains and valleys, gradually fading into silence.

Xiang Yang exerted all his strength, and his body felt as if it were about to
collapse
. He slowly sat down and saw that the person was a young man who was holding a girl in his left arm and had his right hand on his shoulder. Xiang Yang forced a smile and said in a low voice, "Junior brother 　　, you　　've come at the right time!" Ten Scenes ===

... Murong Xiu sneered, saying, "Finally , you've been injured a bit. Is this the first time?" He noticed a chilling aura emanating from the wound on Huang Zhong's Ghost Palm, the blood already congealed, not a drop of blood dripping. Little Murong's chest heaved, his breathing rapid. He was exhausted from the fierce battle, yet his face was filled with excitement and joy. Looking towards Xiang Yang, he whispered, "You've finally arrived!" 　　The person who descended from the sky was Wen Yuan, and the girl in his arms was Zi Yuan. After fleeing the capital couldn't return to the city to find Ren Jianqing, so they bought mounts at the market and rode swiftly to Jin Guo Manor. When they arrived at Jin Guo Manor, the fighting had already reached the back mountain. Wen Yuan and Zi Yuan followed, but they took the wrong path , ending up on the mountain where Xiang Yang and the others were fighting. From there, he saw Xiang Yang being forced by Luo Tiansheng. Without hesitation , he jumped down to help, knocking Luo Tiansheng off the cliff. 　　Wen Yuan gently put Zi Yuan down and asked, "Senior Brother, are you alright?" Xiang Yang replied, "My internal energy is almost completely depleted. If you hadn't come to help with that blow, things would have been terrible." He exhaled and whispered, "Those captured over there are the Second and Fourth Masters of Jin Guo Manor." Wen Yuan nodded and said, "Senior Brother, you should circulate your energy and recover first. I'll come to rescue them." He handed the Wenwu Seven-Stringed Qin to Zi Yuan and said, "Zi Yuan, stay here and make sure you come over." Yuan said softly, "Be careful." 　　Wen Yuan smiled calmly, his figure flashing, nimbly descending the mountain path to Hua Xuan and the Suanni Prince , calling out, "Junior Sister, can you handle it?" Hua Xuan was overjoyed to see Wen Yuan, her courage surged, and she cried out, "Senior Brother Wen, I'm fine!" Wen Yuan said, "Alright, then I'll save the two manor lords first !" With a turn of his feet, he moved like a gentle breeze, arriving beside Xiao Murong with fluid grace. Xiao Murong smiled and said , "I'm fine, don't waste time, go!" Wen Yuan smiled back, his feet moving swiftly, already in front of Luo Yingfeng and the others. 　　Luo Yingfeng held his sword to Yang Xiaojuan's neck, shouting, "Don't come any closer!" Ling Yunxia and Yang Xiaojuan were both unconscious and completely unable to resist. Wen Yuan didn't stop. He slightly raised his hands, his sleeves fluttering, and made seven or eight feints, laughing, "I won't go over there, so please come over here!" His palms moved rapidly, and Luo Yingfeng's vision blurred. Suddenly, he felt a soft force encircle his waist, and he stumbled forward a few steps. 　　Wen Yuan's eyes were sharp; as Luo Yingfeng stumbled, he immediately lunged forward, his left index and middle fingers circling and silently landing on Luo Yingfeng's right wrist at the "Shenmen" acupoint. Luo Yingfeng immediately lost his grip on the curved knife, which fell to the ground with a thud. Yang Xiaojuan's body had already been easily and skillfully pulled by Wen Yuan's right hand. All the movements were seamless and effortless, as if Luo Yingfeng was cooperating on his own, without any resistance. Luo Yingfeng was greatly surprised and quickly stopped. Looking back, he saw the man who had captured Ling Yunxia looking bewildered, while Ling Yunxia was already in the crook of Wen Yuan's left arm. 　　These few moves were so fantastical that none of the martial arts experts present, including the well-informed Huang Zhonggui, Shi Niangzi, and Murong Xiu, could discern what kind of skill Wen Yuan was using. He rescued Ling Yang and the other two women with effortless ease, as if they were nothing, leaving everyone astonished. 　　Wen Yuan gracefully led the two women back and stopped beside Lan Lingyu, saying, "Miss Lan, please take care of the two masters ." Lan Lingyu leaned the two women against the mountain wall, stared at Wen Yuan, and asked, " You... what kind of martial arts is that?" 　　Huang Zhonggui's face was gloomy, and he said coldly, "You are Wen Yuan, aren't you? It seems your martial arts have improved quite a bit." Wen Yuan looked back at Huang Zhonggui and said, "This little skill is probably not enough for Brother Huang. Brother Huang, Chief Luo is dead , do you still want to seize the Ten Scenery Silk?" Huang Zhonggui said, "That's right." 　　Meanwhile, Ao Sihai's eyes kept darting back and forth over Zi Yuan. He saw her from afar, her features were elegant, her figure was light and graceful, as if she were imbued with spiritual energy. The more he looked, the more he was moved, and his eyebrows kept twitching. Suddenly, he thought of something, and his face suddenly turned angry. He shouted. "You brat, come and die!" 　　Wen Yuan was taken aback and asked, "Why are you so angry, senior?" Ao Sihai took a few steps forward and said in a deep voice, " What kind of thing are you, brat, that you dare to possess such a beauty? This Dragon King will send you to your death right now. If you want to save your life, get down the mountain quickly!" 　　Murong Xiu laughed loudly from the side and said, "Old man, you're shameless enough!" Ao Sihai glared at Murong Xiu and then said to Wen Yuan, "Why aren't you getting out of here?" 　　Wen Yuan said, "So you are the Dragon Palace Sect Leader Ao, senior. Your skill must be extremely high. However, I must do my best to protect the Heroine Manor and cannot retreat now. Since Sect Leader Ao is willing to fight, I will accompany you with ." Ao Sihai stroked his beard slightly, his eyes widened, and his wide robe gradually bulged. 　　Seeing that their two opponents were about to clash, Hua Xuan and the Suanni Crown Prince were both filled with worry. Their guards relaxed , and they simultaneously leaped back, temporarily ceasing their fight. Little Murong floated to Hua Xuan's side and whispered, "Why did you stop fighting ?" Hua Xuan replied, "I was worried about Senior Brother Wen." Little Murong laughed, "How biased you are, sister."

"I don't get that kind of treatment." Hua Xuan blushed slightly and said, "It's different."

Xiang Yang regulated his inner energy and stepped forward slowly, ready to help Wen Yuan at any moment if he saw him in a bad situation.
Although was amazed to see Wen Yuan use such exquisite martial arts, he didn't know
the extent of Wen Yuan's skill. Ao Sihai's inner strength was profound, no less than Luo Tiansheng's. If Wen Yuan's martial arts were still inferior to his own
, he might not be able to defeat Ao Sihai. So he focused his attention and secretly activated his remaining inner energy.

Ao Sihai clasped his hands together and then slowly separated them. His solemnity contained a surging hidden force, which was
the starting stance of the Blue Wave Divine Palm, "Surging Tides of the Four Seas". Wen Yuan's expression was calm and unhurried. His footwork was light and agile, like a willow swaying in the wind
. His steps were unpredictable, making it impossible to see where he would land. But then Ao Sihai let out a deep roar, and the sound of the tide could be heard from his palms. He opened his palms wide, and his palm force surged

towards Wen Yuan like a raging wave .
Wen Yuan gracefully rose into the air, making a mid-air spin, and called out, "Zi Yuan, play '
Night Rain on the Azure River' to begin!" Before he finished speaking, the power of the Blue Wave Palm had already swept past his feet.

Those around him were still bewildered when they heard the clear sound of the zither.
Zi Yuan had begun playing the seven-stringed zither, its sound clear, gentle, and undulating. Ao Sihai, upon hearing it, suddenly felt a jolt in his heart, sensing something amiss, yet unable
to pinpoint what it was.

Zi Yuan played only a few notes before stopping, smiling slightly, "Young Master Wen, is that enough?" Her voice
was soft melodious, bringing a sense of comfort to those around her. Wen Yuan landed, smiling, "That's enough,
thank you!" Before even landing, he let out a soft shout, his movements suddenly changing, agile and nimble, his aura greatly increased.
Despite Ao Sihai's raging palm strike, he moved with unparalleled grace and elegance.

This piece, "Night Rain on the Azure River," also known as "Dragon's Roar on the Vast Sea," is ethereal and turbulent, its sound resembling a dragon's roar. Wen Yuan
incorporated it into his martial arts, instantly creating a synergy with Ao Sihai's Blue Wave Palm. He used
Ao Sihai's power to evade its edge, his body moving like a dragon playing in the waves, unpredictable and elusive. Every palm strike Ao Sihai unleashed missed its mark.

Wen Yuan gained a preliminary understanding of the martial arts realm inspired by the Seven-Stringed Zither, but he had no time to delve deeper .
Therefore, he discussed with Zi Yuan that, if necessary, Zi Yuan would play music to guide the interpretation of the melody, allowing Wen Yuan to fully utilize his skills
. This "Dragon's Roar on the Vast Sea" zither-based martial art actually countered the Blue Wave Palm perfectly.
How possibly know this? Seeing Wen Yuan leaping and bounding, constantly launching palm attacks, each move targeting
the weaknesses in the Blue Wave Palm, his internal energy not being extremely strong, yet his techniques were exquisitely subtle, Ao Sihai was astonished. He immediately abandoned his contempt
and faced the attack with all his might.

Ten 　　Scenes of 　　Silk ( Seventy 　　)

=== ... Unexpectedly, Wen Yuan had already incorporated the secrets of the Blue Wave Divine Palm into the "Dragon's Roar of the Azure Sea" zither music technique. With a mere thought , he could easily break Ao Sihai's stance. At this moment, Ling Yunxia and Yang Xiaojuan had also awakened. Seeing Ao Sihai fighting against a boy they had never met before, and in a very unfavorable situation, they were both taken aback. 　　Ao Sihai grew increasingly shocked and angry as the fight progressed. He suddenly leaped back, snatched a longsword , unleashing a move from the "Dragon Overturning Sword Technique." Wen Yuan, quick-witted and agile, spun in mid-air, his sword not drawn, his gaze already capturing the essence of Ao Sihai's swordsmanship . He thought, "This swordsmanship is purely forceful, its power not even comparable to the Blue Wave Divine Palm, what is there to fear?" He then called out, "Miss Ziyuan, 'Xiao Xiang Shui Yun'!" 　　Before the words were even out of his mouth, the melodious sound of a zither began to play, its notes soaring, it was none other than "Xiao Xiang Shui Yun". Upon hearing just a few notes, Wen Yuan grasped the meaning of the music. In a flash, his thoughts merged into the essence of his swordsmanship . Seeing Ao Sihai thrust his sword towards his left side, he remained calm, slightly tilting his body, the blade passing across Ao Sihai's chest , and simultaneously thrusting his sword towards Ao Sihai's right wrist. 　　Ao Sihai pulled back his arm to dodge, and was about to strike again when he saw Wen Yuan's sword path flowing endlessly, this strike seemingly without end, piercing forward like a shadow. Ao Sihai stepped back, and Wen Yuan's sword tip slightly turned, naturally aiming at Ao Sihai's right wrist pulse point. Two quick changes occurred in quick succession, as if in one move, without the slightest hesitation. 　　Ao Sihai's expression changed drastically. He could no longer afford to attack Wen Yuan, and parried with his sword, intending to first break free from Wen Yuan's entangled swordplay. Wen Yuan's mastery of swordsmanship surpassed even his fist and palm techniques. Now, the two were locked in a sword duel, perfectly suited to their positions. His swordplay was like the clouds obscuring the nine mountains of the Xiang River, displaying a vast and boundless atmosphere of mist and water. Ao Sihai desperately dodged and defended, unable to find an opening to counterattack; his exquisite internal energy was rendered useless. 　　The sword light in Wen Yuan's hand shifted and transformed, dense and endless, making it impossible to discern any gaps between his moves. Cold sweat poured down Ao Sihai's forehead as he retreated, a wicked thought rising in his mind. He slowly retreated towards the Dragon Palace disciples, then suddenly shouted, "Attack!" 　　The Dragon Palace princes, upon receiving the order, roared in unison. Taotie, Jiaotu, and others were the first to pounce, joining forces to attack Wen Yuan . Wen Yuan hadn't expected Ao Sihai, as the sect leader, to disregard his status and attack outnumber him. He had no choice but to circle his sword, forcing back three of the Dragon Palace princes. Catching his breath, Ao Sihai unleashed his inner strength, wielding his longsword like a raging storm. He thought, "If I kill this brat, I can seize these beautiful women. Losing my status is one thing, but I'll kill you!" 　　Wen Yuan, besieged by four experts from the Dragon Palace, could no longer sustain his swordplay. He dodged around, slashing here and there, avoiding direct confrontation with the four. He thought, "These three are far weaker than Ao Sihai . It wouldn't be difficult to deal with them, but to defeat them all, including Ao Sihai, would be extremely difficult!" Just as he was pondering a way to defeat them, Xiang Yang rushed forward, shouting, "Ao Sihai, you think you can find help? It's not that easy!" After resting for a while and recovering his inner strength, he saw Wen Yuan surrounded and immediately came to his aid. His Nine Thunder Palms struck the Taotie Prince's Iron Cauldron, knocking him back several steps.

Almost simultaneously, Murong Xiu leaped above the group, sneering, "
What are you three amateurs doing here, making a fool of yourselves? Get back here!" His hands lashed out, ghost-like, grabbing the backs of Jiao Tu
and the other by the collar. He channeled his inner force into his legs, landing abruptly, while casually tossing the two Dragon Palace princes
into the air. The princes somersaulted in mid-air, but before they could dispel the hidden force in Murong Xiu's hands,
they slipped and fell flat on their backs. The less skilled Jiao Tu prince was even more disheveled. Ao

Sihai, having gained no advantage, was now forced to fight Wen Yuan alone, immediately putting him at a disadvantage. In terms of
martial arts skill, Ao Sihai was roughly equal to Wei Gaoxin; since Wei Gaoxin was no match for Wen Yuan, Ao Sihai was no
match for him either. In a one-on-one duel, Wen Yuan was able to fully unleash his "Xiao Xiang Shui Yun" sword techniques. Ao Sihai
was overwhelmed and his defeat was becoming increasingly apparent. Suddenly, with
a "whoosh," his longsword was skillfully deflected and caught by Wen Yuan's blade, flying far away and plummeting off the precipice.

Wen Yuan's attack had succeeded, and his follow-up moves continued, the thin blade trembling incessantly, like a small boat gliding
gracefully across the waves of a lake. Without his sword, Ao Sihai was even less able to defend himself. In a moment of distraction, both legs were
struck by the sword, causing him to lose his footing and collapse to the ground. The situation was extremely embarrassing. Ao Sihai was
filled with shame and anger, a surge of anger rising in his chest. Suddenly, his body trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just then, Prince Suanni leaped out, striking Wen Yuan with a palm, shouting, "Don't harm our Dragon King
!" Wen Yuan sensed the profound power of the palm strike, and with a slight thought, he deflected it with his left palm, using the "Xiao Xiang Shui Yun" prelude
"Fan Cang Lang" to gently push it aside, saying, "I originally had no intention of taking any more lives, so
please take your sect leader back. However, if your sect has no other experts, it would be best to stop as soon as possible.
Do you still intend to plot against Jin Guo Zhuang even now?"

Prince Suanni was quite surprised that Wen Yuan actually intended to stop. He helped Ao Sihai up and said,
"Thank you for your magnanimity, Brother Wen. Our sect cannot defeat you today, but the outcome is not something our Dragon Palace Sect
can decide." As he spoke, he glanced at Huang Zhonggui.

Huang Zhonggui had been intently observing the battle, his face expressionless. He slowly stepped forward, his cold gaze sweeping
over Xiang Yang, Wen Yuan, and Hua Xuan. Suddenly, his footwork accelerated, and he silently appeared before Wen Yuan
, unleashing a swift palm strike—the deadly "Taiyin Blade.

" Wen Yuan, having experienced the power of the Taiyin Blade firsthand, thought, "I've only just learned martial arts from the Seven-Stringed Zither,
and haven't had time to master it. Dealing with Ao Sihai is one thing, but Huang Zhonggui is far more formidable. I mustn't be careless!
" He raised his longsword, incorporating the essence of "Xiao Xiang Shui Yun" and "Cang Hai Long Yin" into
the core principles of , delivering three consecutive thrusts, targeting Huang Zhonggui's head, chest, and abdomen.

Huang Zhonggui's Taiyin Blade swept back with the force of his inner energy, and with a hissing sound, it
deflected . His left hand formed a claw, the "Dismemberment Claw," and swiftly grabbed at Wen Yuan's throat, its attack unpredictable and
vicious. Wen Yuan spun to dodge, about to follow up with his sword, when the Taiyin Blade, carrying a chilling aura, struck. Startled
, he couldn't react in time, but instead spun twice, dodging the two
deadly attacks of the Dismemberment Claw and the Taiyin Blade.

Just as Huang Zhonggui was about to pursue, a powerful and fierce palm strike came from the side, aimed at Xiang Yang.
Huang Zhonggui easily deflected it, and Wen Yuan, having recovered his strength, resumed his attack. His swordsmanship, while steady and focused, now contained subtle variations,
showing even greater refinement than when he fought Ao Sihai. The two brothers joined forces, greatly increasing their power in both offense and defense. Huang Zhonggui's face
was grim, his Taiyin Blade changing its moves, a cold wind swirling around him. Xiang Yang and Wen Yuan used all their inner strength to resist, launching a full-scale attack.

On the cliff, the three masters were locked in a fierce battle, and everyone watched with bated breath. Murong Xiu remained silent, tossing aside
his broken sword, taking a sword from a maid from the Jin Guo Manor, and shouted, "Huang Zhonggui, are you truly
unkillable ?" He strode forward, a whooshing sound filling the air,
and joined the battle, using the "Great Vertical and Horizontal Sword Technique. "

Huang Zhonggui was now fighting three against one, and the situation gradually changed. Wen Yuan's moves were divine, Xiang Yang's inner strength was profound,
and Murong Xiu possessed astonishing martial arts skills. Gray mist surrounded Huang Zhonggui, his Taiyin Blade unleashing layer upon layer of ultimate moves,
his arms becoming unrecognizable, and his blade's momentum showing no sign of stopping. As night fell, Huang Zhonggui's movements
became increasingly eerie, like a ghost in the darkness, utterly terrifying.

Suddenly, a loud "bang" rang out. Xiang Yang seized an opening, striking Huang Zhonggui's back with
both palms, aiming directly at the "Dazhui" and "Lingtai" acupoints. The power of the Nine Thunder Palms was immense; even with Huang Zhonggui's profound skill,
he should not have been able to withstand it. However, Huang Zhonggui's body jolted, and with a powerful push off with his right foot, he leaped high into the air,
flipping headfirst, his claws slamming into Xiang Yang's shoulders. The internal force of the "Disintegrating Claws" penetrated straight to his bones.
Caught off guard, Xiang Yang felt thousands of sharp, yin energies piercing into him, a searing pain shooting through his heart, as if countless tiny blades were about to shatter his shoulder bones
in an instant .

At the critical moment, Wen Yuan thrust his sword at Huang Zhonggui's wrists, only a moment too late for Huang Zhonggui's claws.
Huang Zhonggui, unable to exert his full strength, immediately withdrew his hand, rolled to the ground, and a little blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. Xiang Yang's palm strike had indeed
caused Huang Zhonggui considerable injury. Wen Yuan called out, "Senior brother, how are you?" Xiang Yang's arms were almost crippled,
and although they were saved, he was still in excruciating pain. He groaned and said, "I'm fine!"

Murong Xiu rushed forward, his sword path wide open, using it to restrain Huang Zhonggui. He shouted, "Attack his back!"
Wen Yuan moved nimbly and quickly flashed behind Huang Zhonggui, thrusting his sword towards the back of his neck. Xiang Yang intended to step forward to attack
, but the Split Claw was indeed too insidious, and his shoulders could not exert any strength. He could only circulate his internal energy to treat his injuries first
.

Huang Zhonggui, struck by the powerful force of the Thunder Palm, was also not in good condition. Relying on his unfathomable internal energy cultivation, he suppressed his internal injuries
, and the power of the Taiyin Blade showed no signs of weakening, each move sharp and deadly. Murong Xiu unleashed all his sword techniques, yet he couldn't penetrate
the defensive formation formed by the Taiyin Blade. Suddenly, he tossed his longsword aside and shouted, "Boy, this is your turn!" He slapped out with both palms,
aiming directly at the sharp edges of Huang Zhonggui's Taiyin Blade hands.

Huang Zhonggui's palms struck Murong Xiu's palms, and blood splattered instantly. Amidst the gasps of the crowd,
Murong Xiu clenched his fists, firmly grasping Huang Zhonggui's hands. Huang Zhonggui suddenly realized, thinking, "I've fallen into a trap!" Just
as Huang Zhonggui's hands were restrained, Wen Yuan saw the opportunity to win. He swiftly moved behind Huang Zhonggui and,
without hesitation , thrust his sword forward.

This sword strike was the culmination of Wen Yuan's entire power; in a flash, the blade pierced through Huang Zhonggui's back, a cold light
flashing alongside a crimson hue in the darkness.

Huang Zhonggui roared fiercely, turning back to glare at Wen Yuan, his eyes bloodshot, his right palm suddenly...
Breaking Murong Xiu's grip, the extremely fierce "Taiyin Blade" suddenly slashed back at Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan,
having already unleashed his full power, had no chance to parry. The Taiyin Blade's hidden force struck his chest heavily, causing his hand to loosen, and the longsword embedded itself in Huang Zhonggui's
back . His body slumped against the mountain wall, the chill making him feel as if he were in an icy wasteland, almost causing him to faint.

Zi Yuan was shocked and rushed over, calling out, "Young Master Wen!" Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong rushed over together
. Seeing Wen Yuan's bloodless face, they were extremely terrified. Hua Xuan almost cried, her delicate body trembling as she
tightly grasped Wen Yuan's hands. The members of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect were all horrified to see the invincible Huang Zhonggui so severely
injured.

Huang Zhonggui shook off Murong Xiu, his right arm bending behind his back in an extremely strange way, pulling out his longsword, from which blood gushed
out . Huang Zhonggui dropped his longsword, coughed violently a few times, blood staining his teeth. Suddenly, he threw his head back and burst into
loud laughter, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. His voice was shrill and inhuman, like the wailing of a ghost,
creating a cacophony in everyone's ears and sending chills down their spines.

Murong Xiu, having withstood the Taiyin Blade's blows with both palms, suffered severe injuries to his palm and wrist bones. The Yin energy attacking his body
made him even more vulnerable . Seeing Huang Zhonggui's sword pierce his body yet he remained standing, he was shocked: "Is this guy
a monster?"

He then saw Huang Zhonggui stagger towards Wen Yuan, his expression ferocious, breathing heavily, blood dripping from his mouth
. Suddenly, he raised his right hand high, ready to strike.

Wen Yuan was severely injured by the Taiyin Blade's chilling internal force. Seeing Huang Zhonggui approaching step by step with an extremely
terrifying , he was shocked: "He's not dead yet? I have to protect Ziyuan, my junior sister, and Xiaoyin..." He tried to
gather his strength to stand up, but his true energy was greatly blocked at the "Zigong acupoint." His blood and qi surged, and his vision went black. He gradually lost
consciousness.

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