Ten Scenery Satin 81-100

This post was last edited by icemen00 on 2014-10-3 05:29 　　. Ten Scenes of Satin 　　(
Eighty-One)

=== ... Yang Xiaojuan was bewildered and didn't know who Xiang Dage was . She thought to herself, "What are these scoundrels from the Prince's Mansion up to now? This girl speaks gently and seems very kind. Could really be here to rescue me?" 　　The little white tiger paced back and forth on the ground, then rolled over, seemingly bored and having nothing to do. After a while, it lay down on the ground and looked up at Yang Xiaojuan. Yang Xiaojuan found it quite intelligent and interesting, thinking, "This little cat is quite amusing." 　　Suddenly, the little white tiger jumped up and landed on Yang Xiaojuan's legs, standing upright and scratching at her with its two front paws, meowing incessantly. Yang Xiaojuan felt ticklish from its antics and couldn't help but laugh, calling out, " Little cat, what are you doing?" 　　The little white tiger kept pouncing and scratching, and Yang Xiaojuan, whose acupoints were sealed, couldn't move. She lost her balance and fell onto the bed . The little white tiger lay on her stomach and stopped moving. Yang Xiaojuan couldn't help but chuckle, thinking, "Does this little cat think I'm its bed?" 　　Suddenly, she felt the white tiger crawl forward a few more times, burying its head in her chest and pawing at her with its paws. Yang Xiaojuan couldn't help but gasp in surprise. Even as an animal, she was startled and whispered, " Move away a little!" 　　The white tiger sniffed at her chest and used its paws to pry open her clothes. Yang Xiaojuan was both surprised and embarrassed , crying out, "Hey...you...ah, ah..." As she cried out, she felt a slight chill on her chest; her clothes had already been opened by the white tiger. The white tiger looked at her two small breasts, whimpered a few times, and touched them with its right front paw . Yang Xiaojuan didn't know what to do, thinking, "This little cat is very strange." 　　She naturally didn't know that the white tiger had been nursed by Zhao Wanyan. Now that Zhao Wanyan was not around, the white tiger felt hungry and naturally began to pay attention to Yang Xiaojuan's breasts. The little white tiger curiously touched Yang Xiaojuan's delicate skin with very light touch, yet Yang Xiaojuan couldn't help but feel a strange sensation, letting out a soft moan as her two small nipples slowly hardened. 　　Although the little white tiger sensed that her breasts felt different from usual, it didn't dwell on it, licking . Yang Xiaojuan couldn't move, and the strange feeling had nowhere to go, only expressing itself through sounds, soft breaths escaping her lips. 　　The little white tiger licked a few times, then gently took the nipple into its mouth and began to suckle. Yang Xiaojuan felt a warmth and a slight itch on her nipple, feeling deeply ashamed, sighing softly, and whispering, "No... um... " Because her limbs were immobilized, the sensations she felt were exceptionally clear; tiny beads of sweat seeped from her skin, and she was bewildered, unsure of what it was doing. 　　Suddenly, Yang Xiaojuan's mind flashed back to the day she was drugged with aphrodisiacs, the seductive image she had projected onto Xiang Yang . Under the influence of the drug, her memory of the scene was very vague. She only knew that she had behaved wantonly in front of Xiang Yang. Although it was due to the drug, Xiang Yang didn't take it to heart. However, whenever she saw Xiang Yang, she couldn't help but feel secretly shy, and her mind was filled with other thoughts. At this moment, the little white tiger was trying to suckle, which brought Yang Xiaojuan a special kind of excitement. She murmured "hmm, hmm" indistinctly, and unconsciously began to have wild thoughts : "If... if Young Master Xiang did this to me, what would it feel like..." 　　As she thought about it, Yang Xiaojuan's cheeks flushed, her breathing became erratic, and her coquettishness was fully revealed. The little white tiger, unable to suckle, seemed unwilling to give up. It suckled and licked, making Yang Xiaojuan more and more lost in her fantasies . In a moment of confusion, she forgot herself and said in a coquettish voice: "Young Master Xiang... Young... Master... hmm... hmm..." 　　Just as she was gradually becoming confused, the door suddenly opened, and Xiang Yang and Zhao Wanyan quickly slipped in. Upon seeing the scene before them gasped softly. Zhao Wanyan blushed deeply and cried out, "Baby, stop fooling around, come here! " Hearing the call, the little white tiger immediately turned and ran towards Zhao Wanyan, jumping up and nuzzling against her. 　　Yang Xiaojuan, suddenly seeing Xiang Yang arrive, snapped out of her reverie, her cheeks burning with embarrassment . She hurriedly said, "Young Master Xiang…" trying to cover her chest, but to no avail. Xiang Yang awkwardly turned his head away, saying, "Wanyan, first… first help Miss Yang put on her clothes." 　　Zhao Wanyan exclaimed "Oh dear!" and quickly released the little white tiger, stepping forward to straighten Yang Xiaojuan's clothes, repeatedly apologizing, "I'm so sorry, it… it… it's probably hungry. I'm really sorry…" Yang Xiaojuan was already too embarrassed to respond, stammering, "It… it's alright… it's okay…" 　　Xiang Yang reached out and released Yang Xiaojuan's pressure points. Lu Daoren only used a fraction of his power, and Xiang Yang's internal energy made it easy for him to break free. Yang Xiaojuan hurriedly stood up, and although she was already dressed, she still covered her chest with her hands, lowered her head shyly , and whispered, "Young Master Xiang, thank you." She looked up at Zhao Wanyan and said, "Thank you , young lady. You...who are you?" 　　Xiang Yang said, "Miss Yang, this Miss Zhao is a princess of the Jingwei Prince's Mansion." Yang Xiaojuan was taken aback and said , "You are...a princess?" Zhao Wanyan whispered, "Yes. Miss Yang, my brother has been quite disrespectful; please forgive him." She bowed and apologized. Yang Xiaojuan was not angry with her at all and quickly said, " Miss Zhao, there's no need for that!" 　　Suddenly, they heard footsteps coming from one end of the corridor, and someone was walking towards them. Xiang Yang whispered, "Wanyan , we have to leave first. I'll come find you after this is all over." Zhao Wanyan nodded and said softly, " Hurry up and go, don't let them find out!" Xiang Yang smiled slightly and said, "I'm leaving." He opened the window, leaped over, and Yang Xiaojuan followed him out. 　　Zhao Wanyan closed the window and heard the little white tiger calling incessantly at her feet. She bent down, picked it up, patted its forehead , and said, "Don't be so naughty again, understand?" The little white tiger whimpered softly .

Xiang Yang and Yang Xiaojuan used their lightness skills to rush out of the mansion and head towards the inn. Yang Xiaojuan whispered, "
How did you find me?" Xiang Yang replied, "I've been following you the whole time, but I can't reveal my whereabouts.
Otherwise dealing with those two guards wouldn't be difficult." Yang Xiaojuan said, "With your martial arts skills,
why don't you just kill them?" Xiang Yang sighed and said, "They are, after all, people from Wanyan Mansion.
Although they are despicable, they haven't committed any major offenses. Let them go this time, and we can deal with them later."

Yang Xiaojuan kept walking and whispered, "That Miss Zhao is very close to you, isn't she?" Xiang Yang replied
, "Yes." Yang Xiaojuan hummed in agreement, then suddenly felt a pang of bitterness in her heart and sighed, "That's really good." Xiang Yang
asked curiously, "What's wrong?" Yang Xiaojuan shook her head and smiled, "Nothing."

Both of them were excellent at lightness skills and soon returned to the inn. Everyone gathered in a large guest room, which was where the Han family
father and son were staying. When Madam Shi saw Yang Xiaojuan return, she first asked, "Fourth Sister, did you suffer any losses?" Yang Xiaojuan
smiled and
said, "With Young Master Xiang helping me, how could I suffer any losses?" Madam Shi said, "Be more careful in the future, don't cause any more trouble, and don't reveal your whereabouts, otherwise it will be difficult to rescue Hero Ren." Yang Xiaojuan stuck out her tongue and said, "I
know!" Xiang Yang looked around

and asked Wen Yuan, "Junior Brother, is Uncle Han not here?" Wen Yuan said, "
Uncle went to Tianshou Mountain to investigate and has not returned yet. We haven't seen him either." Han Xi said, "
My father should return before nightfall. Now we can only wait."

Everyone had their own thoughts and waited for Han Xuqing to appear. By Shen time, there was still no movement. Yang Xiaojuan
frowned and said, "If we keep waiting like this, how long will it take? Why don't one of us go outside and look for him?"
Ling Yunxia immediately said, "No, if we show our faces in the capital, the Imperial Mausoleum Sect will see us at any time, and we'll easily be
noticed ." Hua Xuan sat at the table, propping her chin up and said, "But when exactly will Uncle Han return?
" Han Xi smiled and said, "Junior Sister Hua, do you really want to see my father?" Before Hua Xuan could answer, Xiao Murong
said , "Since we're going to see him anyway, what's there to want or not want?"

Wen Yuan saw that Xiao Murong always had to interrupt Han Xi, and smiled bitterly. Just as he was about to ignore her, he saw Xiang
Yang , as if he was thinking about something. Wen Yuan asked, "Senior Brother, what's wrong?" Xiang Yang replied, "I just
arrived at the Jingwei Prince's residence, and I feel something's off." Wen Yuan asked, "What is it?" Xiang Yang said
, "I can't quite put my finger on it. Sigh, if I hadn't rushed out, I should have asked Wan Yan a few questions."

Wen Yuan was about to ask more when suddenly, with a "bang," the door was flung open by a man in a blue robe. He looked quite
disheveled , but managed to stand up and bowed to Han Xi, saying, "Young Master, the Master ordered me to deliver a message that we have found
Mr. Ren's location, in Changling... underground..." He barely managed to utter the word "underground," a trickle of black blood flowing from
the corner of his mouth before collapsing to the ground.

Han Xi rushed forward and exclaimed, "Changling Underground Palace?" The man nodded with all his might,
then could no longer lift himself. Zi Yuan tugged at Wen Yuan's sleeve, saying, "Young Master Wen, he's injured! We must save him quickly..."
…Wen Yuan had already stepped forward, helped the man up, checked his pulse, and his face immediately darkened. He said, “
Senior Brother Han, this gentleman is already…”

Han Xi said, “Dead. He was one of my father’s subordinates.” Saying this, he slung his long sword over his shoulder and said, “My father
must have gone to Changling, found Uncle Ren, and sent him back to deliver a message, but he was killed by the enemy.”

Shi Niangzi took out a handkerchief, dabbed some black blood from the man’s mouth, and smelled it. She found it unbearably
foul smelling like rotting fish, and couldn’t help but… Frowning, she said, "He died from a deadly poison.
There's only one person in the Imperial Mausoleum Sect who knows this potent poison."

Suddenly, wood chips fell from the door panel, the wood turning grayish-black as if corroded. A foul wind
blew in, and an aged voice said, "Thanks to Master Shi's recommendation, distinguished guest has graced the capital
with your presence. Ge Yuandang has come to receive you." A white-bearded old man emerged from the doorway, wearing a black headscarf and black clothes, exuding a sinister
aura . It was none other than Ge Yuandang, the man who had met Wen Yuan 　　that day .

(Ten Scenes Satin (Eighty-two)

=== ... Ge Yuan, standing outside the door, leaped into the air, two flying stones whizzing past his feet. He somersaulted in mid-air, headfirst, his sleeves billowing out, a large cloud of black smoke billowing into the room, sweeping across the doorway and darkening the wooden frame. 　　Xiang Yang circled his palms, letting out a loud shout, unleashing the power of his Nine Thunder Palms, the force like wind and thunder, forcefully pushing the black smoke back several feet. However, the black smoke, propelled by the two streams of internal force, dispersed in all directions, turning into a faint mist . The room was surrounded by walls, making the poisonous smoke even more potent. Wen Yuan sensed the danger, flashed to the window, opened it with a palm strike, and shouted, "Everyone, get out quickly!" 　　The room was on the second floor, but everyone was skilled in martial arts, so leaping out the window was no problem. The poisonous smoke was potent , and Han Xi, Ling Yunxia, and the others leaped out one by one, not daring to linger. After Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong left, Wen Yuan also escaped carrying Zi Yuan, but Xiang Yang and Shi Niangzi were nowhere to be seen. 　　Suddenly, a loud bang was heard, and two windows were blasted open by an invisible force. A dark shadow floated out and landed lightly on the street. Xiang Yang and Shi Niangzi jumped down together. A dark aura was faintly shrouded in Xiang Yang's right palm, slowly dissipating from his palm. Ge Yuandang said in a deep voice, "Good lad, your internal strength is not weak." Xiang Yang clenched his right palm tightly, and the dark aura instantly vanished without a trace. He said, "Thank you! I accept this greeting gift from you ." 　　The two had just exchanged several quick blows, exchanging a palm strike. Ge Yuandang's palm concealed poison, and with a burst of internal energy, he used the force to escape from the room. The poisonous smoke was strange, and Xiang Yang could not withstand it. However, in a direct palm strike, Xiang Yang's internal strength was powerful, and Ge Yuandang's poisonous palm failed to land. 　　Seeing that he dared to attack alone, Lady Shi was suspicious and shouted, "Ge Yuandang, your Imperial Mausoleum Sect has many talented people, did you only send you alone?" Ge Yuandang slowly raised his hands to the sides, his fingers spread wide, black energy swirling around him, and said, "I've only come to greet you all, one old man is enough !" With that, he shook his arms, and two balls of black energy swept to the left and right. Many civilians on the street coughed violently as soon as they were hit by the black energy. They were already bent over, but gradually curled up and fell to the ground. 　　Xiang Yang was furious and flew forward, striking with a palm, shouting, "These are innocent civilians, why are you hurting them?" Ge Yuandang dodged and sneered, "They are all my weapons, you..."

"How could a mere child understand?"

As she spoke, the corpses, ravaged by the poisonous smoke, emitted a stench so foul it
was nauseating. Zi Yuan shivered, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over her, and nearly stumbled. Wen Yuan was alarmed
and quickly supported her, asking, "Zi Yuan, what's wrong?" Zi Yuan stammered, "Wen...
Young Master Wen...I...I'm so cold..." Wen Yuan was startled. He grasped Zi Yuan's hand and channeled his Nine Revolutions Profound Technique
energy into her, shouting, "Everyone be careful! It seems these corpses are all poisoned!" Hua Xuan exclaimed
, "Sister Zi Yuan has been poisoned?" Before she could finish speaking, she herself felt dizzy and quickly circulated her internal energy to resist the poison
. Lan Lingyu, Yang Xiaojuan, and others, whose internal energy was weaker, swayed unsteadily, barely managing to stay unharmed by channeling all their energy. Shi Niangzi silently circulated her inner

energy to resist the poisonous gas, and angrily said, "Ge Yuandang, how dare you use such a vicious and ruthless poison as the 'Ten Thousand Corpse Gu' in the capital ? How many people will die if the Gu poison spreads?" Ge Yuandang coldly replied, "Once you all surrender, I will remove the Gu poison myself. Why worry?" As soon as he finished speaking, Ge Yuandang rushed to a corpse and kicked it towards Wen Yuan with his right foot. 　　Even before the corpse arrived, the pungent stench of death was already overwhelming. Seeing Zi Yuan drowsy and sweating profusely, Wen Yuan was worried and furious at Ge Yuandang's ruthlessness. He gently put his left arm around Zi Yuan and channeled his true energy into her. Suddenly, his right palm spun around, and his left foot touched the ground and spun. In an instant, his body spun several times, his sleeves fluttering. The corpse's forward momentum inexplicably dissipated, and it flipped over in mid-air, landing with a thud. Wen Yuan was no longer there. 　　Even with Ge Yuandang's sharp eyes, he couldn't discern how Wen Yuan had dodged and countered his attack. Surprised , he suddenly felt a whooshing sound behind him and quickly turned to strike. The attacker touched him and immediately retreated, floating back several feet. It was Wen Yuan who had made the move; his movements were so strange, almost unpredictable. Ge Yuandang was greatly astonished, thinking, "When did this kid learn such lightness skill? How did he get behind me in the blink of an eye?" 　　Wen Yuan, holding Zi Yuan, remained unaffected by his speed. He gripped the scabbard with his right hand and thrust it forward , sending the longsword flying backward. The hilt struck Ge Yuandang's chest. Ge Yuandang reached out to but Wen Yuan swiftly charged forward, following the flashing sword light, and kicked back at the blade. The longsword suddenly spun around, and Ge Yuandang ended up grabbing the edge. Before he could even react, the circle of light flashed past, almost in two. Despite the excruciating pain, he managed to unleash a burst of energy, slightly deflecting the sword and saving his hand, though blood gushed out, staining it profusely. Ge Yuandang screamed, hastily retreating two or three zhang, his anger and shock surging. 　　These wondrous and mysterious moves all originated from a song by Mao Minzhong from the late Song Dynasty, "Zhuang Zhou's Dream of a Butterfly," based on Zhuangzi's "Discourse on the Equality of Things." The techniques were dreamlike and illusory, blurring the lines between reality and illusion with every movement. Wen Yuan, however, moved with lifelike grace, like a fluttering butterfly. Not only were Ge Yuandang caught off guard by his moves, but he himself hadn't anticipated them either . His actions were spontaneous, yet each one was completely unexpected. He was proficient in music and well-versed in classical texts; he integrated these two elements into his martial arts, imbuing them with even greater essence and unparalleled wonder. 　　By this time, much of the corpse's aura had dissipated, and the remaining civilians had already fled in panic. Ge Yuandang, though seriously injured, looked at Little Murong. Knowing the extent of his poison skills and that her own internal strength was inferior swayed her slender waist and dodged aside with incredible agility. Her short sword swirled in her hand as she used the Rainbow Feather Robe Sword Technique to protect her entire body. Ge Yuandang was about to attack again when Shi Niangzi's flying stones and Yang Xiaojuan's rapid-fire projectiles forced him to dodge. He shouted angrily, "You wicked woman, trying to ambush me?" Xiao Murong replied, "Your poisonous smoke is far more vicious. Do you still have any grounds to cry foul?" Enraged, Ge Yuandang unleashed a series of palm strikes , his five fingers gradually revealing a dazzling array of colors, complex and unpredictable. 　　Shi Niangzi cried out, "Miss Murong, step back! This is the Blood Refining Hand of the Dianling Sect! Don't be reckless!" Upon hearing the name of the Dianling Sect, young Murong expression changed slightly. She quickly retreated, exclaiming, "So you joined the Huangling Sect from the Dianling Sect! No wonder your poison skills are so treacherous!" 　　The Dianling Sect, located deep in the mountains of Yunnan, bases its martial arts on poison. Every disciple is skilled in poison, and its leader, Bai Chaoran, is unparalleled in his poison prowess, renowned throughout the martial world. Ge Yuandang's " Blood Refining Hand" is one of the most terrifying poison techniques of the Dianling Sect. It can produce a strange poison in a person's blood. While it won't kill instantly, it will severely weaken the person. Even a common cold will cause excruciating pain, making life worse than death. Even the masters of the Dianling Sect dare not use it lightly. Shi Niangzi recognized this technique and immediately warned young Murong, precisely because this technique is so insidious. 　　Ge Yuandang sneered repeatedly, saying, "That's right, I was originally from the Dianling Sect, and now I'm the tomb guardian of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect. If you're not afraid of death, come and exchange a few blows with me, and see how many days you can live!" 　　Han Xi shouted, "Ge Yuandang, don't waste time! We'll swarm you, tear you to pieces, and then , it'll all be in vain!" Ge Yuandang glanced at Han Xi and said , "You brat, are you Han Xuqing's son? Heh heh, this is the first time I've seen you. You seem to be quite a talent, but unfortunately, you'll be nothing but dried-up bones in the blink of an eye." With a flash, his left palm, carrying a dazzling light , slammed towards Han Xi's left side. 　　Han Xi drew his sword, maintaining a steady stance with the compass sword, the tip pointing at Ge Yuandang's palm. Ge Yuandang changed his move with lightning speed , dodging the sword and grabbing Han Xi's wrist instead. Han Xi swiftly retracted his arm and swung his sword, thrusting horizontally with even greater ferocity than his previous attack. 　　At that moment, Xiang Yang leaped above Ge Yuandang, shouting, "Old thief Ge, how about I experience a move of the Blood Refining Hand?" As he descended, the force of his Thunder Palm sealed off four feet of Ge Yuandang's body , striking first. Ge Yuandang's eyes widened, and he said in a deep voice, "Little brat, come and die!" He raised his left palm , using the Blood Refining Hand to meet the Nine-Strike Thunder Palm 　　head-on. Just as the two palms were about to collide, Xiang Yang's palm path suddenly changed, transforming from a straight strike into a spinning motion. Both palms struck out simultaneously, spinning dozens of large and small circles, like a whirlwind sweeping in. Ge Yuandang's arm was immediately trapped , unable to escape. Xiang Yang hated Ge Yuandang for his indiscriminate killing of civilians, and his palm strike was merciless. The swirling force of the "Wind and Thunder Stone Altar" was terrifyingly immense. Several cracking sounds rang out as Ge Yuandang's forearm bones shattered one after another. The power of the thunderous palm strike penetrated his body, making his head buzz and causing the colorful energy on his palm to disintegrate. 　　The thunderous palm strike had finished its power, and Xiang Yang landed steadily. Ge Yuandang's arm was now twisted and contorted, and he collapsed to the ground. Xiang Yang, having unleashed a sudden and fierce attack, also felt his true energy surging. He held his palms lightly over his dantian, secretly regulating his breathing, and exhaled.

He said, "You old thief, you've been poisoning people with your poison! Today I'll kill you
with , ready to kill Ge Yuandang, when a middle-aged man's voice rang out, "
How dare you, a mere junior, kill the tomb guardian of my Imperial Mausoleum Sect?"

The voice came from afar on the main road, carrying an indescribable air of authority and domineering power. Everyone looked towards the source of the voice, and
a man in a light yellow brocade robe slowly approached. He appeared to be around fifty years old, with a stern expression, piercing eyes
, a short beard, and a steady gait, exuding an air of dominance. A dozen or so people followed silently behind him,
including Wei Gaoxin. The man in yellow robes glanced around and said, "
There are only Ge Yuandang, what's wrong with you? Get up!"

Ge Yuandang, who had been extremely fierce when he attacked, now showed fear on his face. He struggled
to his feet, ignoring whether Xiang Yang was about to kill him, and took a few steps forward, trembling as he said, "Ge Yuandang, the guardian of Xianling, greets
the sect leader. This subordinate... this subordinate failed in his mission. Please punish me, sect leader." The man in yellow robes snorted and said,
"If I hadn't come here, would you have let these people go to Changling so easily?" Ge Yuandang
dared not answer, his wide black robes trembling.

Xiang Yang and Wen Yuan stared at the man in yellow robes before them. This man was none other than Long Yuqing, the sect leader of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect
and their former senior master, whose martial arts were the most profound! Ten Scenes 　　of

Silk (Chapter 83 )

=== ... 　　Xiang Yang, fearless, said, "Long Yuqing, since you have left our sect, I will no longer call you 'Senior Uncle' ." Wen Yuan said, "That's right." Long Yuqing coldly said, "Very well, then I won't show you any mercy." 　　Shi Niangzi stepped forward and said, "Sect Leader Long, shall we settle our old scores with Jin Guo Manor?" Long Yuqing said, "Attack on Jin Guo Manor was out of necessity. If Manor Lord Shi had been willing to exchange the Ten Scenery Silks, why would we have had to fight? Manor Lord Shi, did you bring the Ten Scenery Silks?" Shi Niangzi reached into her robes and took out a sharp... Shi said, "It's truly a pity that this is all I have to offer today." Long Yuqing sneered slightly and said, " Very well ." 　　Wen Yuan thought to himself, "With Long Yuqing here, the only one in the Imperial Mausoleum Sect who can rival Senior Uncle Han is Huang Zhonggui. If we want to go to Changling to rescue Brother Ren, this is the best opportunity. However, getting rid of Long Yuqing here will probably be extremely difficult." Xiang Yang had the same thought in his mind. After thinking for a while, he whispered, "Junior Brother , you, Junior Sister, Senior Brother Han, and Miss Shi go first and head to Changling immediately." Wen Yuan was taken aback and said: "Senior brother, what about you?" Xiang Yang said, "I'll hold off Long Yuqing. If you all work together and can reunite with Uncle Han, we should be able to rescue Uncle Ren in time." 　　At this moment, Zi Yuan had slowly woken up and said softly, "Young Master Wen!" Wen Yuan gently hugged her and asked, " How are you feeling?" Zi Yuan whispered, "Much better, but still a little cold." Wen Yuan checked her pulse and found that she had calmed down considerably. He knew that the corpse poison she had been in wasn't deep, and after he used his internal energy to help her recover, she was fine . He then said, "Zi Yuan, you go with my junior sister and the others first." Zi Yuan turned to look at the people from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect and asked, "Are you going to fight them?" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "I'll catch up soon." "Here it comes." 　　Xiang Yang secretly channeled his inner energy and said, "Junior brother, let me handle this. You two need to save Uncle Ren first." Wen Yuan bent down and picked up his longsword, saying, "Long Yuqing is even more difficult to deal with than Huang Zhonggui. Senior brother, you absolutely alone. Let's go together." Xiang Yang said seriously, "Junior brother, are you not listening to your senior brother?" Wen Yuan said, "No." Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Then forget it. Let's do it!" 　　In an instant, two figures flew out. Xiang Yang stopped with one foot, and his momentum suddenly increased. The Kui Long Jin technique flowed through his body, and Wen Yuan's sword contained true power. He used Zhuang Zhou's Dream of the Butterfly Sequence to induce "Butterfly Dream Wandering." His figure was unpredictable, and he took the lead in attacking Long Yuqing. Long Yuqing snorted and blocked Xiang Yang's palm with a wave of his hands. The palm wind shook off Wen Yuan's sword. He released his inner energy, and Xiang Yang and Wen Yuan involuntarily took a few steps back. 　　Xiang Yang Shen Jin released his strength and secretly adjusted his breathing, then called out, "Miss Shi, you all hurry to Changling!" Madam assessed the situation. If she stayed to help, Han Xi, Hua Xuan, and Xiao Murong alone might not be able to handle it, and there was no one to lead Ling Yunxia and the other two women. Taking advantage of the fact that Long Yuqing wasn't personally guarding Ren Jianqing, she needed to make a quick decision. She immediately called out, "Brother Xiang, Brother Wen, be careful!" With a leap, she rushed north first . Xiao Murong rushed into the inn's stable, released the horses, and let everyone ride on. 　　Wei Gaoxin leaped forward, his right palm thrusting towards Xiao Murong, shouting, "Trying to escape? Not so easy!" Seeing his fierce attack, Xiao Murong dared not meet it head-on, lightly dodging the blow. Hua Xuan swung her long whip, blocking Wei Gaoxin's path, and cried out, "Senior Brother Wen, hurry and catch up!" Han Xi rushed over, saying, "Don't worry, Junior Sister Hua, quickly mount your horse!" 　　Wei Gaoxin was about to give chase when Long Yuqing said, "No need to chase, let them go!" Upon hearing immediately stopped and replied, "Yes, sir." He retreated, returning to the group of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect. 　　Xiang Yang watched Han Xi and the group of women disappear into the distance and said, "Long Yuqing, you really have nothing to worry about. " Long Yuqing coldly replied, "Even Junior Brother Han couldn't escape from the Changling Underground Palace. Why should I worry about these people breaking through it?" Wen Yuan brandished his longsword, thinking, "What's so strange about the Changling Underground Palace that makes Long Yuqing so fearless? Wei Gaoxin and Ge Yuandang are both top-notch martial arts, yet he brought them here. Could it be that there's another expert guarding Brother Ren?" 　　However, any speculation at this point was useless. The two were facing an enemy even stronger than Huang Zhonggui . When Long Yuqing deflected their attacks earlier, Xiang Yang and Wen Yuan had already realized that his martial arts were highly refined and had reached a level of perfection. To say they would win was almost impossible. In this battle, they only needed to buy time and find an opening to escape, and that would be considered a success. 　　Long Yuqing said, "For over ten years, I haven't seen Junior Brother Hua Xuanqing again. I never imagined I'd only be able to see his disciple now. How much of your skill have you two mastered?" Xiang Yang raised an eyebrow and replied, "Master's knowledge is vast and profound; we are still far from reaching his level. But we can handle eliminating evil." Long Yuqing's eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce light. "Boy, don't talk nonsense!" He leaped forward, already upon Xiang Yang.

With a single palm strike, a powerful force swept down like a thunderclap in a stormy sky—
the power of the Nine Thunder Palm.

Knowing his own strength was inferior, Xiang Yang rapidly circulated his inner energy three times, raising a virtual palm to meet the attack. Just as their palms were about to touch
, he used the force of Long Yuqing's palm to slide aside. The moment he withdrew, Long Yuqing's palm struck the ground with
a deafening roar, sending sand and gravel flying and the force spreading. Xiang Yang felt his breath become suffocated and was greatly
alarmed . The shockwave forced him to retreat more than ten steps. Wen Yuan flashed behind him, calling out, "Senior Brother!
" He pressed his left palm against Xiang Yang's shoulder, unleashing several gentle strikes to barely neutralize the remaining force. The members of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect immediately cheered
loudly , cheering on Long Yuqing.

Long Yuqing shouted, "Boy, this is how you use the Nine Thunder Palm!" Before Xiang Yang could catch his breath, he had already
rushed forward again. His palms instantly contained profound and unparalleled internal energy, striking out in rapid succession.
Countless palm shadows followed one after another, covering the sky and the earth like a battle formation of thousands of troops. This was the ultimate move of the Nine Thunder Palm,
"Thunder Drum Shakes Mountains and Rivers."

Xiang Yang was already very familiar with this move, but when it was used by the unfathomable Long Yuqing,
its power was unimaginable. Shocked, he had no room to dodge. He gathered his strength, stood
firm , and let out a long roar, raising all the true energy in his dantian. He also used "Thunder Drum Shakes Mountains and Rivers," using speed to counter speed and complexity to
counter complexity. In just an instant, the two had exchanged dozens of blows, and the violent sounds of their blows exploded one after another.

The difference in skill was immediately apparent upon their exchange. Xiang Yang's skill was indeed inferior to Long Yuqing's, and each of his palm strikes was
met with tremendous shock. Long Yuqing, however, pressed forward relentlessly, his palm techniques growing faster and faster. Just as he was about to break through Xiang Yang's palm strikes , a flash of blue light appeared, and Wen Yuan suddenly appeared from behind Xiang Yang, unleashing
the "Butterfly Dream" sword technique with extreme agility . The tip of his sword struck several vital acupoints on Long Yuqing's upper body. 　　Long Yuqing roared, his palms suddenly clashing together. His inner force transformed into a monstrous wave, spreading seven feet , forcefully sending Xiang Yang and Wen Yuan flying more than ten feet away. His longsword hummed, and if Wen Yuan hadn't used a more gentle approach, this move would have shattered his blade. Although Xiang Yang wasn't struck by a single palm strike, the dozens of blows he received had already shaken his blood and qi to its core, causing his meridians and internal energy to become chaotic. He gritted his teeth, barely managing to stand, and was shocked: "This Long Yuqing is incredibly powerful! To wield the Nine Thunder Palms to this extent, he must have extremely profound internal strength as a foundation. Even I can't withstand it, so isn't my junior brother in even greater danger?" 　　Wen Yuan, having been struck by the power of Long Yuqing's thunder palm strike from a distance, was in no better shape than Xiang Yang. His whole body trembled violently, and for a moment, he was almost unable to move. However, he knew that if he were knocked to the ground, the full power of the thunder palm would enter his body, which he absolutely could not withstand. At this extremely dangerous moment, he used all his strength to activate "Riding the Wind," and his body floated up as if entering a misty void, unrestrained by external forces, skimming across the ground like a leaf blown by the wind. He finally managed to dissipate most of the thunder palm's immense force before landing lightly, avoiding serious injury in a single blow. However, Long Yuqing's palm strike was too powerful. Wen Yuan's eight extraordinary meridians were violently shaken. Although he managed to regain his footing, he couldn't immediately recover his strength. His whole body felt weak and sore . He quickly used his sword to support himself before he could stabilize himself. 　　Long Yuqing sneered and said, "What's wrong? You can't even withstand one move?" Without giving the two a chance to recover, he slightly raised his left foot, separated his palms, and suddenly a rumbling sound, like muffled thunder, rang out from his palms. Xiang Yang immediately knew that he was about to use the "Kui Dragon Force" and shouted, "Junior brother, be careful!" Wen Yuan also knew that this move was powerful, so he immediately became fully alert. 　　But then Long Yuqing let out a wild roar, and his left palm spun several times in succession, channeling all the Kui Dragon Force into his right palm. His figure blurred, and a palm strike went straight for Wen Yuan's chest, arriving as fast as lightning. Wen Yuan knew the most formidable aspect of this move was its astonishing aftereffects; to evade it required exceptionally refined lightness and agility. A sudden inspiration struck him He tossed his longsword into the air, shifted his stance, and seemingly lost his balance, barely managing to deflect the palm strike. 　　This footwork was derived from the zither piece "Three Drunkennesses of Yueyang," also known as "Ascension to Immortality." Wen Yuan like a feather, his movements unpredictable, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, his steps blurred, reminiscent of Lü Dongbin's three drunken revelries at Yueyang and his leap across Dongting Lake. The Kui Dragon Force was agile and versatile, a profound technique of the Nine Thunder Palms. When Long Yuqing missed his first strike, he immediately followed up with a swift and decisive counterattack. 　　However, while Wen Yuan's internal strength was far inferior to Long Yuqing's, he possessed a mysterious secret technique that no one in the world could decipher. If his mastery of the zither were compared to Long Yuqing's martial arts prowess, they could be considered equally unmatched. With his thorough understanding of the music, Wen Yuan compensated for his shortcomings in martial arts. Even with Long Yuqing's vast knowledge, he couldn't discern the slightest flaw in the "Three Drunken Techniques of Yueyang." The Kui Dragon Force unleashed three consecutive strikes, all of which Wen Yuan narrowly escaped at the last second. Long Yuqing relentlessly pursued, yet failed to strike Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan clearly unable to withstand Long Yuqing's palm strike, appeared effortless, his movements graceful and fluid, truly embodying Su Shi's description in "Ode to the Red Cliff": "Vast and boundless, as if riding the wind, unaware of its end; ethereal and free, as if detached from the world, ascending to immortality." 　　In the blink of an eye, the longsword thrown by Wen Yuan landed on the ground. Long Yuqing had already unleashed nine consecutive bursts of energy, all of which Wen Yuan dodged. Wen Yuan was surprised and thought to himself, "The lightness skill this kid uses is not from our sect. I've never seen Han Xuqing use the sword technique he displayed before, and I've never seen it in the martial world either. What kind of skill is this?" 　　Just as he hesitated, he suddenly heard a loud shout, and Xiang Yang rushed forward to attack. His palms clashed and separated , and true energy surged wildly in his palms, creating an astonishing force. It was the "Kui Dragon Force" palm power, which came straight at Long Yuqing. This palm strike took advantage of the moment when Long Yuqing's nine bursts of energy were exhausted and he had not yet recovered his breath, and launched a counterattack. Using his own strength to attack the opponent's weakness, Long Yuqing had already lost the initiative by the time he realized it. In a hurry, he turned around and struck back with his own palm. The two palms collided , and Xiang Yang immediately unleashed all his strength. The nine fierce bursts of energy did not stop and crashed down like nine layers of waves. 　　Wen Yuan saw an opening and unleashed the power of "Dragon's Roar of the Vast Ocean," striking Long Yuqing's shoulder with tremendous force, hitting him squarely. Long Yuqing let out a low groan, his inner energy suddenly becoming chaotic and unpredictable, like a bottomless abyss or the vastness of the universe , boundless and limitless. Xiang Yang and Wen Yuan's palm strikes seemed to hit empty air, utterly powerless and unable to strike. 　　As the two were stunned, Long Yuqing's inner energy changed again, this time like a sudden shift in the weather, earth-shattering. A fierce force erupted from his meridians, his robes billowed, filled with a powerful wind, and an immense, boundless power was suddenly released. Xiang Yang and Wen Yuan suddenly seemed to lose control, their inner energy forced back into themselves, instantly enduring excruciating pain as if their bones were being shattered. Xiang Yang slowly collapsed, and with the slightest movement, he spat out a mouthful of blood. Wen Yuan seemed...

The bird, its wing broken, crashed to the ground with a thud.

Long Yuqing coldly stared at the two, then suddenly kicked out, striking Xiang Yang squarely in the waist, sending him
flying. He landed, tumbling several times, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Xiang Yang felt as if
his internal organs had shifted, nearly fainting, utterly powerless to resist. Long Yuqing bent down, grabbed Wen Yuan by the back
of his collar, and with a flick of his wrist, hurled him more than two zhang away, landing him beside Xiang Yang. Upon landing, Wen Yuan coughed
up blood, struggling slightly, seemingly too weak to move.

Long Yuqing laughed loudly, saying, "What? You were full of life just now, but now you're like two puddles
of mud . You dare challenge me with this kind of skill?" He laughed a few times, then stopped, gently pressing his chest
, snorting coldly.

Xiang Yang felt excruciating pain throughout his body, his true energy unable to gather. He strained with all his might, barely managing to support his upper body
, and whispered, "Junior brother, can you still move?" Wen Yuan remained motionless, whispering, "Half-dead
."

Long Yuqing stepped forward, his voice deep, "Boy, you're Wen Yuan, the one who injured Wei Gaoxin, aren't you?
Where did your martial arts come from?" Wen Yuan replied, "Your martial arts are already so formidable, why bother
knowing ?"

Long Yuqing's face darkened, and he turned to order, "Take these two back." Four men
responded , each wielding an iron chain, and approached Xiang Yang and Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan lay on the ground, gazing out the inn window, seemingly
wanting to see something, lingering there.

Seeing this, Long Yuqing became suspicious, thinking, "Could there be something strange in the inn?" He immediately
rushed the inn window, leaped up, and entered the room. The poisonous gas had long since dissipated. Long Yuqing looked around,
his eyes landing on a zither case beside the bed. A thought struck him, and he picked it up, untying it to reveal the Wenwu Seven-String Zither . When Ge Yuan attacked, Wen Yuan hadn't taken the zither with him,
prioritizing avoiding the Ten Thousand Corpse Gu poison and for the sake of agility in battle . 　　The Wenwu Seven-String Zither was a treasure of his sect, and a major reason Long Yuqing desired Ren Jianqing was to seize this zither. Seeing it now, he was overjoyed, muttering, "Heaven is helping me! Truly, heaven is helping me!" Then he thought, "That young man, so young, possesses such extraordinary skills; it must be the zither 's effect." Thinking this, he was even more ecstatic, bursting into laughter. 　　Amidst the laughter, several screams and cries suddenly came from outside the window. Long Yuqing was startled, realizing something was wrong , and immediately leaped out. He saw four men lying on the ground. Wei Gaoxin was kneeling on one knee, pressing his left leg, blood flowing continuously from between his fingers . Ge Yuan was lying backward, but Wen Yuan and Xiang Yang were nowhere to be seen. 　　Long Yuqing was greatly alarmed and furious, shouting, "What happened?" Wei Gaoxin trembled and said in a trembling voice, " Sect Leader, that brat… that Wen Yuan suddenly jumped up, knocked these four down, and escaped with Xiang Yang. Brother Ge's hands are injured, and I was stabbed by his sword; I couldn't stop him…" 　　Upon hearing this, Long Yuqing recalled the scene. Xiang Yang was indeed seriously injured, but Wen Yuan's words and actions were somewhat strange. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed like he was faking his injuries. He was enraged and shouted, "You good-for-nothings! Where did they run off to? Chase after them!" (Ten Scenes of Silk, Chapter Eighty-Four) Taking advantage 　　of Long Yuqing's search of the room and the discovery of the Wenwu Seven-Stringed Qin, Wen Yuan escaped with Xiang Yang. Knowing that the city was in chaos after the battle, it would be difficult to leave, especially since his internal injuries were not light. He ran through the alleys, thinking, "I managed to escape after being thrown hard by Long Yuqing . Alas, I lost the Wenwu Seven-Stringed Qin. I'm sorry to Brother Ren." 　　At that time, Long Yuqing injured the two of them with his mysterious internal energy. Xiang Yang took the full force and used the Kui Long Jin to counterattack himself, injuring severely. Wen Yuan's "Canghai Longyin" palm strike, although based on the Nine Revolutions Profound Skill, was applied by the qin music and was controlled at will. Although he was knocked back, he was not injured. However, Long Yuqing's internal energy rebounded solidly onto him. Fortunately, he only struck Long Yuqing's shoulder. Although the rebound force was strong, it was still manageable, and he managed to neutralize much of the power thanks to his "Yueyang Three Drunkennesses" and "Riding the Wind" techniques. Xiang Yang and Long Yuqing exchanged blows, and with the addition of Long Yuqing's original palm force, the true energy Xiang Yang received was far greater than Wen Yuan's. With his current internal energy cultivation, he was completely unable to withstand it, and his internal injuries were extremely severe. 　　Wen Yuan, carrying Xiang Yang in his arms, was looking for a place to hide when he suddenly saw a young girl rushing towards them . Upon seeing the two covered in blood, she immediately screamed in alarm. 　　Wen Yuan was shocked, thinking, "Oh no, I hope this girl doesn't reveal her whereabouts." In this urgent situation, just as he was about to knock her unconscious, he heard the girl quicken her pace and call out repeatedly, "Brother Xiang, Brother Xiang ! You...how are you?" 　　Hearing her gentle voice, Wen Yuan was startled and recognized her as Zhao Wanyan, whom he had met briefly . Xiang Yang, who was nearly unconscious, opened his eyes upon hearing Zhao Wanyan's voice and whispered, "Wanyan!" 　　Seeing Xiang Yang's severe injuries, Zhao Wanyan was filled with surprise, worry, and anxiety . Tears welled in her eyes as she grasped Xiang Yang's hand, crying, "Brother Xiang, you...how could you...how could you be so badly injured?" 　　Xiang Yang forced a smile and whispered, "Don't worry, your Brother Xiang is very resilient; I won't die." "No, no, we must get him treated quickly..." Zhao Wanyan said anxiously. She glanced at Wen Yuan, not recognizing , and then asked, "You...you are Young Master Wen?" Wen Yuan replied, "Absolutely right . Miss Zhao, is there anywhere we can hide?" 　　Zhao Wanyan was already flustered and at a loss, but upon hearing Wen Yuan's words, she calmed down slightly and asked, " You ...were you fighting with Mr. Long?" Wen Yuan said, "Mr. Long? You mean Long Yuqing of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect , right? That's the man. We must avoid him for now." Zhao Wanyan nodded and hurriedly thought for a moment. Suddenly, she had an idea and exclaimed, "I've got it! Young Master Wen, come with me quickly!" She then pulled Wen Yuan along and ran away . 　　Wen Yuan followed Zhao Wanyan through several alleys, avoiding the crowds, and after a while, they arrived at the back of a large mansion . Xiang Yang and Wen Yuan immediately recognized the place as the residence of the Jingwei Prince's family in the capital . They couldn't help but think, "If the rest of the Prince's family finds out, we'll be trapped like turtles in a jar—it'll be utterly disastrous." However, this was probably the only place Zhao Wanyan could think of in time, besides the Jingwei Prince, Zhao Pingbo, and a handful of others.

Even ordinary guards couldn't freely enter the princess's boudoir, so there was a safe place. Wen Yuan led Xiang Yang
over the wall, quickly circled the backyard, and jumped into Zhao Wanyan's room through the window. Zhao Wanyan went around to the main gate
and hurried back to her room. The little white tiger ran over, barking repeatedly.

Wen Yuan helped Xiang Yang lie down on the bed and asked, "Senior brother, how are you feeling?" Xiang Yang felt exhausted from his injuries and
whispered, "I can barely move. If I want to heal, I'm afraid it will take a long time." Seeing Zhao Wanyan's tearful
face, he couldn't bear it and said, "Wanyan, don't worry, I'm fine, don't cry." Zhao Wanyan
nodded , wiped her tears, and whispered, "I heard from the maid who just came back that Mr. Long
was fighting with a group of people in the street, and one of them looked like you. I was so worried, I quickly sneaked out to see, but
I didn't expect you to really... How could you fight him? Mr. Long... His kung fu is too powerful... I
was really scared to death..." As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again.

Wen Yuan said, "This battle was truly perilous. If we hadn't escaped, I fear we wouldn't have been able to rescue Uncle Ren, and the Changling
Underground Palace would have imprisoned both of us brothers. As Liu Yuxi once wrote in his poem: 'A hundred victories are not enough to deter an enemy, three setbacks are
the mark of a good doctor; without setbacks in life, how can one know one's true potential?' Although we suffered a temporary defeat, as long as we don't lose our lives, we will eventually
be able to deal with Long Yuqing." Xiang Yang smiled bitterly, "You are quite optimistic and accepting of fate, even having the leisure to compose poetry.
" Just as he was speaking, he suddenly felt a wave of nausea in his chest, a rush of qi, and coughed a few times.

Seeing Xiang Yang's injuries and the fact that he could no longer fight against the enemy, Wen Yuan couldn't help but feel secretly worried. Xiang Yang asked, "
Junior Brother, how are your internal injuries?" Wen Yuan replied, "Not too minor, not too serious. I can
barely handle Wei Gaoxin and Ge Yuandang." Xiang Yang sighed, "Alright, you should go first. If you can hold on,
go and help Miss Shi and the others as soon as possible." Wen Yuan asked in surprise, "Senior Brother, what about you?" Xiang Yang said
, "In my current state, I can barely move. I'm afraid I can't help. If you stay here,
when Long Yuqing and the others arrive at Changling, will Junior Sister and the others be able to defeat them? You should go to Changling as soon as possible. As long as we rescue
Uncle Ren, we can leave. Staying here will be useless."

Wen Yuan thought this was true. At this moment, rescuing Ren Jianqing was the most urgent matter. Even though he was worried about Xiang Yang
, he could only rely on Zhao Wanyan's help. He said, "In that case, I'll trouble Miss Zhao to take care of my
senior brother . I'll take my leave now." He immediately opened the window and jumped out.

Xiang Yang knew that with Wen Yuan's departure, his situation was extremely dangerous. If Long Yuqing found this place
, Zhao Wanyan would have no chance of protecting him. He could only resign himself to fate and secretly circulated his inner energy. Every bit of strength he could regain
would increase his safety.

Zhao Wanyan took a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Xiang Yang said softly
, "Wanyan, I'm so sorry to have troubled you this time." Zhao Wanyan said gently, "Don't say that.
Brother Xiang, you should rest well." After a moment of thought, she thought, "If someone enters the room,
everything will be over. What should I do?"

She looked around the room and saw a sandalwood wardrobe. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind, and she said, "Brother Xiang, you
can hide in this wardrobe. Even if someone comes, they can't search you." Xiang Yang was taken aback and asked, "Is there
enough room?" Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "Of course, there is. Come." She helped Xiang Yang off the bed, walked to the wardrobe, opened it
, and spread the clothes slightly to both sides. Although this place was not the Prince of Luoyang's mansion, the furnishings
were just as magnificent. Xiang Yang sat in the wardrobe and did not feel cramped at all.

Zhao Wanyan said, "Brother Xiang, for your safety, I'm sorry to trouble you to stay inside for a while." Xiang Yang
laughed , "It's alright. But I'm all dirty, and I've gotten all your clothes dirty."
Zhao Wanyan smiled slightly, "How could clothes be more important than Brother Xiang?" Xiang Yang smiled slightly and said, "Alright, close it." Zhao Wanyan nodded and closed the cabinet door. There were still a few gaps for ventilation, so Xiang Yang didn't feel too stuffy
inside the cabinet . 　　Xiang Yang thought to himself, "The sooner I recover my strength, the safer I'll be." He immediately focused his mind and circulated his energy, silently adhering to the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, trying to unblock the obstructed blood vessels throughout his body. Zhao Wanyan stayed in the room, never leaving, glancing at the cabinet from time to time, silently praying, "Heaven protects you, Brother Xiang, you will be safe and sound. " 　　After a while, Xiang Yang circulated his internal energy, using the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique to protect his body and heal his injuries, his mind wandering beyond worldly concerns, concentrating on circulating his true energy. Zhao Wanyan sat on the chair, waiting quietly, when suddenly she heard a faint commotion coming from the hall. Zhao Wanyan was secretly alarmed: "Could they really have come?" Just as she was thinking this, she heard someone outside the door say , "Wanyan, Wanyan, open the door." Zhao Wanyan recognized her father's voice, glanced at the cabinet, and replied, "Father, is something wrong?" Prince Jingwei, Zhao Tingrui, said from outside the door, "Mr. Long from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect has arrived. Open the door quickly, he has something to ask you." 　　Zhao Wanyan was very nervous, reassuring herself, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I must stay calm." She took a few deep breaths and gently opened the door. But then they saw Zhao Tingrui, the father, and Long Yuqing standing outside the door, with a group of . Zhao Tingrui smiled at Long Yuqing and said, "Mr. Long, this is my daughter, Wanyan." Long Yuqing nodded, turned around and instructed, "You all follow Prince Zhao's men and look around. Don't make a fuss , what kind of behavior is that?" The disciples bowed and agreed, and left with the palace guards. 　　Long Yuqing glanced at Zhao Wanyan, who dared not look him in the eye, fearing she would be too nervous and reveal her true feelings. She lowered her head slightly and said softly, "Mr. Long, what is it?" Long Yuqing turned his head and said, "Your Highness, please allow me to speak with your daughter alone." Zhao Tingrui nodded and said, "Mr. Long, please ask whatever you have to say to dispel any doubts. Wanyan, whatever Mr. Long asks you, please answer truthfully." Zhao Wanyan whispered, "Yes, Father." 　　Zhao Tingrui then walked away, and Long Yuqing slowly entered the room. Zhao Wanyan was anxious, thinking to herself, " Those people must be searching the room for my elder brother. And now Mr. Long has come in person. What should I do? " 　　Long Yuqing slowly walked to the table and said, "Princess, please close the door. Don't let outsiders ." Zhao Wanyan quickly replied, "Ah, okay." She gently closed the door and stepped forward, but dared not get too close. 　　Long Yuqing stared coldly at Zhao Wanyan and said, "Little Princess, I heard there's a young man named Xiang Yang who once saved you from bandits, and you brought him to the capital, is that right?" Zhao Wanyan was secretly alarmed, knowing her father must have already told Long Yuqing about Xiang Yang, and she had no room to lie, so she could only...

"Yes, so Mr. Long also knows about this matter," Zhao Wanyan said. Long Yuqing said, "In that case, Xiang Yang and
you must have been quite close." Zhao Wanyan blushed and said, "Mr. Long, please speak plainly
."

Long Yuqing slowly walked towards Zhao Wanyan and said, "Alright! Little Princess, I will tell you. This Xiang Yang
is a junior of our sect, who has been disobedient and rebellious. He escaped from my hands just now, and someone saw him coming to the manor.
Little Princess, have you hidden this boy?"

Seeing his sharp and piercing eyes, Zhao Wanyan's heart pounded, and she whispered, "No...no
, Young Master Xiang...he hasn't been back here for a long time, and I haven't seen him either." Long Yuqing gave a slight cold
smile and slowly paced around the room. When he approached the bed, he suddenly noticed some bloodstains on the floor.

Long Yuqing thought to himself, "This little girl is so bold, daring to deceive me? That boy must be hiding in
this room , but I wonder where he is?" As the leader of a sect and a person of great status in the capital,
he wouldn't search the bed or closets. He figured that if he pressed her for answers, Zhao Wanyan would only deny it
. Thinking this, he came up with a plan and walked behind Zhao Wanyan, muttering, "Hey, could it be that the boy really isn't here?"

Zhao Wanyan saw that he had already passed the closet and thought, "Looks like he hasn't figured out that Brother Xiang is in the closet yet.
" She stood in front of the table, silently bowing her head, not saying a word, hoping that Long Yuqing's men would quickly report that there was no trace of Xiang Yang
anywhere and stop there.

Just as she was feeling tense, she suddenly felt a hand touch her buttocks. Zhao Wanyan was startled and
hurriedly turned around, calling out, "Mr. Long... Mr. Long..." She saw Long Yuqing standing before her, a cold smile on his face,
saying, "Little Princess, I think you'd better behave yourself." He reached out with his right hand, grabbing Zhao Wanyan's left wrist
and pulling her closer.

Seeing the malicious expression on Long Yuqing's face, Zhao Wanyan paled. Just as she was about to cry out, she
suddenly thought, "If I call out, I'm afraid Brother Xiang won't care about anything else and will rush out to save me.
Wouldn't that... wouldn't that harm him?" She knew Xiang Yang's personality well; if Zhao Wanyan were in danger, he would risk
his life for her, disregarding his own safety. Naturally, she didn't want Xiang Yang to be disturbed, so she immediately held back her scream
. However, Long Yuqing touched his cheek, struggling to break free from her grasp. Fear gripped her, and she stammered, "
Mr. Long, if you... if you keep doing this, I'll scream!" Long Yuqing laughed, "Then scream!" His hand
moved downwards, his palm gently touching her fair neck.

Zhao Wanyan was both ashamed and anxious, and immediately guessed Long Yuqing's intention: "Is he going to use me to lure Brother Xiang
out?" Once she understood this, she dared not utter a sound, but her wrist was held by his iron-like fingers,
how could she break free?

Seeing her lips tightly pressed together, Long Yuqing sneered inwardly, thinking, "Little girl, how long can you hold out?"
His hand moved downwards, slowly heading towards her chest. Ten 　　Scenes of

Silk (85)

=== ... 　　Zhao Wanyan endured the pain without making a sound, only groaning softly a few times. She struggled to stand up, but Long Yuqing was already standing in front of her, pulling her up with one hand and laughing, "Little Princess, did you hurt your bottom?" Zhao Wanyan didn't know what to do, her face flushed red, and she whispered, "Mr. Long, please... please have some self-respect, otherwise... I... I'll call my father!" 　　Long Yuqing sneered, "Prince Zhao and our Imperial Tomb Sect have always cooperated, plus we have a marriage alliance , so I don't think he'll object. Hehe, that brat Xiang Yang was disrespectful to his senior, so it's only reasonable for his woman to compensate , isn't it?" Hearing these words, Zhao Wanyan was both shocked and anxious. At this moment, she was in front of the counter, separated from Xiang Yang only by a wooden cabinet door. She thought that he had obviously heard everything and was probably about to rush out at any moment . She was flustered and didn't worry about what Long Yuqing would do to her. 　　Long Yuqing's words were deliberately made clear, intended for Xiang Yang's ears. However, although Xiang Yang did not appear, Zhao Wanyan only showed a flustered expression, neither revealing the truth nor screaming . He couldn't help but feel a little impatient, thinking, "If that Xiang Yang kid really isn't here, it wouldn't be good if . But this little girl seems shy and timid, she might not dare to tell outsiders . Even if she did, it's just hearsay, so what difference would it make to me?" Thinking of this, a wicked thought suddenly arose, and he said in a deep voice, "Turn around!" 　　Zhao Wanyan was flustered and confused, and for a moment she didn't know what to do. She turned around in a daze, facing the wardrobe , staring at the gap in the door, and kept thinking to herself, "Brother Xiang, please don't come out!" 　　Suddenly a hand pressed on Zhao Wanyan's back, pressing her upper body directly against the wardrobe door. Zhao Wanyan was shocked when Long Yuqing's other hand began to caress her buttocks, occasionally pinching them, while laughing: "So soft even through the skirt, looks like you're quite the little beauty. It's a waste to let that boy enjoy you, hehe, haha!" 　　Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanyan trembled with fear and struggled desperately, but being so delicate, she was powerless to resist Long Yuqing's hands. She could only feel Long Yuqing's single hand roaming freely over her buttocks, gradually sliding down to between her thighs, his palm slowly rubbing against them, and her dress slowly sinking into her cleft. 　　Zhao Wanyan finally couldn't bear it any longer and groaned softly. Terrified, tears streamed down her she pleaded in a trembling voice, "Please...don't do this..." Long Yuqing ignored her, his fingers repeatedly poking at her private parts through her clothes, as if trying to stuff the fabric inside. Soon, the fabric was damp , and Zhao Wanyan's voice sounded like a sob. She barely turned her head, crying out, "No... you can't..." 　　Seeing her pitiful, tearful, and helpless expression, Long Yuqing's lust was aroused. He thought, "This little girl is quite beautiful. I wonder if that brat Xiang Yang has already deflowered her. That's a real pity. I'll let you taste my power and see if you scream or not!" For a moment, he didn't feel the need to lure Xiang Yang out. His fingers quickly teased her genitals, the fabric becoming wet with her love juices, causing...

There were many wrinkles.

Zhao Wanyan braced her hands on the cabinet door, being groped from behind by Long Yuqing. Although she
did not want Xiang Yang to show himself and be captured, she was in danger of losing her virginity and naturally hoped that Xiang Yang would appear to save
her immediately. Hesitant, she thought about the violence Long Yuqing was about to inflict on her, and the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became.
She could sob softly, and unconsciously

whimpered, "Brother Xiang... save me... save... me..." Long Yuqing sneered, "Isn't it too late to ask for help now?" As he spoke, his fingers suddenly increased the pressure
, pressing hard on her private parts and pressing inward repeatedly. Zhao Wanyan was caught off guard and suddenly felt a
stimulation. She groaned "uh," the sound as if stuck in her throat, and her delicate body trembled slightly. Long Yuqing
pressed rapidly and continuously, and the hand pressing on her back also began to stroke in circles. As he applied more force, Zhao Wanyan's arms could not support
her, and her breasts pressed against the wooden board, making a slight "creaking" sound.

Under Long Yuqing's violent movements, Zhao Wanyan felt an indescribable shame. Her beautiful eyes
were tightly closed , tears streaming down her cheeks. Her body swayed violently as he moved her, her fear reaching its peak
. Her cries for help seemed to be squeezed out little by little from within her: "Waaah...waaah...save me...
Brother Xiang ...uh...uh...no, no! Ah, ah..."

However, although Zhao Wanyan was already moaning involuntarily, Xiang Yang still did not come out. Long Yuqing thought to himself
, "It seems that kid really isn't in the room. Otherwise, how could he be so heartless as to ignore this little girl who's so
frightened ?" Realizing he had misjudged and wasted a lot of time, he feared that Xiang Yang and Wen Yuan had already escaped far away, or even
gone to meet up with their other companions. He was furious and vented all his anger on Zhao Wanyan. Suddenly, he
grabbed her by the back of her collar, pushed her to the ground, and growled in a low voice. He straddled her waist and said viciously:
"Little Princess, it's time for you to apologize on behalf of that brat!"

Zhao Wanyan was pinned down by him, and in her panic, she couldn't help but think, "How come Brother Xiang hasn't
noticed ? Could it be... could it be that his injuries are too severe and he's unconscious?" But at this moment, she had no time to think about
Xiang Yang. Seeing Long Yuqing's ferocious expression, as if he was about to ravage her at any moment, she was filled with inexplicable fear and stammered,
"No... don't... I... I..."

Long Yuqing's eyes widened, a sinister smile appeared on his face, and he stretched out his hands, wantonly squeezing her pair of tender breasts, while
haphazardly pulling and tearing at her clothes, making them disheveled. He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were like those of a beast
ready to devour its prey. Zhao Wanyan's resistance was futile, and tears welled in her eyes. A
sorrowful : "Brother Xiang, you must be safe. Wanyan cannot escape this calamity today. I cannot live on.
Only in the next life... in the next life, can we meet again..."

Long Yuqing watched as the beautiful girl slowly gave up resisting, a
look . A fierce rage rose within him, and he chuckled, saying, "Little Princess, enjoy yourself!" His hands
roamed over her body, finally stopping at the sash around her waist, where he began to untie it. Zhao Wanyan turned her head
away, sobbing softly, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Long Yuqing's sadistic desires surged, and just as he was about to indulge in his lust, a sound of wood cracking rang
out, and a strong gust of wind rushed straight to Long Yuqing's back, without warning, and with extreme ferocity. Long Yuqing was
startled, his lust vanished, replaced by a surge of joy: "Good, Xiang Yang, you've finally come out!" He shifted to the side
, unleashing the Nine Thunder Palm at will, thinking that Xiang Yang was already severely injured and this palm strike would be enough to knock him unconscious. Unexpectedly, what appeared
before him was neither Xiang Yang nor Wen Yuan, but an enormous beast, a
massive white-furred tiger with black stripes, its jaws wide open, leaping down with ferocious claws
.

Faced with this sudden beast, even someone as skilled in martial arts as Long Yuqing was horrified. Before
he could , he leaped into the air, dodging the tiger's attack, and shouted: "What monster!"
The power of the Nine Thunder Palm was already concentrated in his palm, aimed straight at the white tiger's back. The white tiger, its leaps unabated, tilted
its head back and forth, lifting Zhao Wanyan into the air. As soon as its front paws touched the ground, it leaped again, its speed more than double
. In a flash, Zhao Wanyan landed squarely on its back, Long Yuqing's palm strike missing its mark, the invisible force shattering a large section
of the floor tiles.

All of this was so unexpected that Zhao Wanyan was both astonished and delighted. Perched on the white tiger,
she cried out "Tiger Sister, what are you doing here?" A quick glance revealed the door shattered, clearly broken open by
the white tiger. A white figure suddenly darted in from outside, a whooshing sound—it was the little white tiger. Immediately following was
a commotion outside, then the clash of weapons. Several men and guards rushed into the room.
A bald, burly man wielding a large knife, his swordsmanship swift and powerful, was none other than Tong Wanhu, the leader of the White Tiger Stronghold.

Chapter 86 　　( Ten Scenes of Silk 　　)

=== ... 　　Seeing the chaotic situation, Long Yuqing secretly wondered, "What exactly is this white tiger?" Suddenly, the white tiger roared, its head turning slightly left and right. Facing the wardrobe where Xiang Yang was hiding, it stopped, its whiskers twitching slightly before it leaped forward. Zhao Wanyan, riding on its back, was unprepared and nearly fell. She quickly ducked to steady herself. 　　Two guards standing in front of the wardrobe, seeing the white tiger pounce, were terrified and fled in panic. Seeing that Lu Daoren was preoccupied with Tong Wanhu and Ding Ze and unable to spare any attention, and that Ke Yantai thought to himself, "This white tiger is indeed extraordinary, but it's just a wild beast. Before me, Long Yuqing, how dare you act so recklessly?" He wanted to display his divine skills in front of everyone in the Prince's Mansion , showcasing his abilities as the leader of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect. He quickly stepped forward and shouted, "Beast, don't be so insolent!" He struck the tiger's neck with his palm. 　　The white tiger suddenly turned its head, roared, and opened its mouth wide. If Long Yuqing's palm strike didn't stop, his hand would...

He was about to be devoured by the tiger. Long Yuqing reacted with lightning speed, leaping forward and striking the white tiger squarely on the forehead with a deafening
thud . With Long Yuqing's profound skill, any martial arts master struck on the forehead by this blow would have their skull shattered and
die instantly. The white tiger, however, only staggered slightly after being struck, then let out a deafening roar and
lunged at Long Yuqing with its claws. Long Yuqing hadn't expected the white tiger to be so thick-skinned and strong-boned, but
he wasn't afraid. He swept his arm across, actually deflecting the incredibly powerful tiger's claws. The white tiger's front paws were knocked away,
then it retracted, its claws grabbing Long Yuqing's arm again. Long Yuqing pulled back, and the white tiger's claws slammed into the ground
, shattering several more bricks.

Zhao Wanyan, clinging to the tiger's back, nearly fell off several times, gripping its fur tightly. She thought, "
How come Chief Tong and the others are all here? This...this commotion, and Brother Xiang still hasn't made a move. What
...what's going on?"

Just as she was at a loss, she suddenly saw the little white tiger leap high from the crowd, pouncing towards Long Yuqing. Long Yuqing snorted
, channeling his inner energy into his arm, and slashed out with a palm strike. The little white tiger, however, suddenly flipped backward, its tail
coiling around Long Yuqing's wrist, and lunged to bite his arm. Long Yuqing's eyes widened, and a surge of powerful
internal energy erupted. The little white tiger cried out, its tail unable to hold onto his wrist, and it was thrown several feet away.
But its movements were extremely agile; it rolled several times on the ground, then sprang up, pouncing on Long Yuqing's
feet.

Enraged, Long Yuqing thought, "This little beast is so annoying!" He raised his right foot to
kick , but the tiger swiftly dodged, darting behind Long Yuqing and roaring loudly. Long Yuqing turned and struck with his palm
. The small white tiger, unable to withstand such a powerful palm strike, could only dodge continuously. In terms of agility and
nimbleness, it surpassed even a master of lightness skills. Long Yuqing grew impatient. With a circular motion of his palms, a powerful aura enveloped the area within
ten feet The white tiger leaped outwards, but only halfway there, it was
swept away by the force of the wind and staggered, unable to stand steadily.

Seeing the white tiger trapped, Long Yuqing was about to strike with his palm when several loud crashes rang out. Suddenly
, the room was filled with a chaotic flurry of colorful clothes, long skirts, and stockings flying everywhere. Then came
the sound of hard objects shattering. Amidst gasps of alarm, the white tiger, carrying Zhao Wanyan and a pile of clothing, burst through the window. Taking advantage of Long Yuqing's momentary distraction, the
white tiger darted into the group of guards and vanished without a trace.

Everyone in the Prince's mansion was shocked to see the princess carried away by the white tiger. Lu Daoren feigned a move, abandoning
Tong Wanhu and Ding Ze, and chased after them out the window, but the white tiger was already gone. He turned around and saw that Tong Wanhu and the other two had
already charged out the door.
Long Yuqing, however, did not stop them, which angered him. He shouted, "Sect Leader Long, your martial arts are superb, why didn't you stop these thieves?" Long Yuqing was not particularly concerned about the escape of the white tiger, but
he was still very displeased. Hearing Lu Daoren's angry words, he immediately said coldly, "These people don't seem to be
experts. Do you think none of the many guards in the Jingwei Prince's Mansion can defeat them? Why should I bother?"

Lu Daoren snorted and thought to himself, "The Prince has good men protecting him. I doubt that Tong Wanhu
can do anything. The most important thing now is to find the Princess." He didn't want to say anything more and
leaped out to chase after them.

Zhao Wanyan rode the white tiger into the street. When the people in the city saw this, they were all terrified and hurriedly fled.
Zhao Wanyan clutched the large bundle of clothing on the tiger's back, crouching low, her heart pounding like a drum
. She whispered, "Tiger Sister, please, we must get out of the city, otherwise… otherwise Brother Xiang will be in big trouble."
The white tiger seemed to understand, running with lightning speed, reaching the city gate in an instant.

The city gate soldiers, seeing a ferocious tiger charging towards them, were terrified and dared not stop it. The white tiger roared
and raced out of the city like a whirlwind. A few soldiers saw what appeared to be a young girl on the tiger's back, but
they never imagined it was the princess of the Jingwei Prince's Mansion.

The white tiger ran out of the city and onto the main road. Soon, it darted into a small pine forest. The trees were few
, but enough to provide cover. The white tiger slowed its pace, found a patch of grass in the pine forest, and lay down.
Zhao Wanyan breathed a sigh of relief, looked back, and saw no one from the path she had come from. Only then did she feel slightly relieved and
lifted the clothing from the tiger's back. A man's face appeared; it was Xiang Yang.

It turned out that while the white tiger was entangled with Long Yuqing, it had caught
Xiang Yang's scent and rushed to the wardrobe. Zhao Wanyan seized the opportunity to help Xiang Yang out, using the clothes in the wardrobe as cover, intending to take him away. Before leaving,
the white tiger flicked its tail a few times, scattering the other clothes in the wardrobe, and no one could see Xiang Yang anywhere. Long Yuqing,
unaware of the strange affair between the white tiger, Xiang Yang, and Zhao Wanyan, didn't deliberately pursue them; otherwise,
it would have been much more difficult for Zhao Wanyan to escape with Xiang Yang.

Zhao Wanyan gently moved Xiang Yang off the tiger's back, letting him lean against it. Seeing his eyes closed and
beads of sweat on his forehead, she couldn't help but worry, whispering, "Brother Xiang, what's wrong?" She took out
a handkerchief and wiped his sweat.

She was unfamiliar with martial arts and couldn't discern Xiang Yang's current state. If Wen Yuan and Hua Xuan had seen him, they would have known that Xiang Yang
was using the "Nine Revolutions Profound Technique" to heal his injuries. During this practice, his senses were impaired, and his true energy
flowed slowly through his meridians. While the effects were slow, it was very safe, unaffected by external demonic influences.
Xiang Yang was unaware of the conversation between Long Yuqing and Zhao Wanyan, nor was he aware of the chaotic fighting in the room. However, when
Zhao Wanyan helped him out of the wardrobe and touched his body, Xiang Yang immediately became startled, his true energy momentarily disrupted.
Fortunately, his injuries were severe, and his internal energy was insufficient; after the slight disturbance, it quickly returned to normal, preventing him from suffering a qi deviation.
Afterwards, he lay on the tiger. Although the white tiger moved quickly, it was quite stable, and with Zhao Wanyan helping him maintain his balance,
he didn't feel amiss. Only the difficulty in circulating his true energy caused him to sweat.

Xiang Yang's cultivation had been repeatedly interrupted, and his internal energy circulation had stopped. Because of his injuries, he didn't wake up
but remained in a deep sleep, recuperating. Although he wasn't unconscious, Zhao Wanyan couldn't tell. She pressed
her face close to Xiang Yang's and felt his breathing was slightly rapid, but his expression was peaceful. She wondered, "Is Brother Xiang's injury almost healed?" Although
she wasn't sure if her guess was correct, seeing Xiang Yang resting quietly against the tiger made her feel much more at ease
. She smiled at the white tiger and said, "Tiger Sister, thank you for saving me and helping Brother Xiang. But how did you know?"

The white tiger turned its head to look at Zhao Wanyan, making a low sound in its throat. Suddenly, a few whimpering sounds were heard, and
the little white tiger ran over from afar, leaping into Zhao Wanyan's arms and licking her face. Zhao Wanyan
patted the little white tiger and smiled, "Baby, are you alright too?" The little white tiger barked a few times and swished its tail.
Suddenly, another large tail lashed out, wrapping around the little white tiger's tail and giving it a shake. The little white tiger
whimpered at its mother and swished its tail again.

Zhao Wanyan thought to herself, "Did the baby go to find Sister Tiger?" Then she thought about
the distance between White Tiger Village and the capital, and how it was impossible to make it back and forth since Long Yuqing had arrived, which seemed strange. She
didn't dwell on it, thinking, "The people from White Tiger Village wouldn't come to rescue me and Brother Xiang. Perhaps they had something else to do and brought
Sister Tiger here." Thinking of the grudge between Tong Wanhu and the others and her father, she couldn't help but feel saddened.

The white tiger suddenly stood up and slowly walked out of the forest. Zhao Wanyan was startled and, supporting Xiang Yang, asked, "
Sister Tiger, what's wrong?" The little white tiger also cried out. The white tiger turned around, let out a low growl, and
continued walking. The little white tiger immediately stopped crying, pawed at the ground with its front paws, and suddenly grabbed Zhao Wanyan's
skirt , pulling it straight back. Zhao Wanyan said, "Sister Tiger, do you want us to go first?" The white tiger didn't turn back,
only flicked its tail.

Zhao Wanyan thought to herself, "Sister Tiger has sharp ears and eyes, has she noticed someone chasing us? But
how can I take Brother Xiang with me alone?" Seeing the white tiger keep walking forward, and the little white tiger keep pulling,
she became anxious and had no choice but to help Xiang Yang up and walk slowly. Although she didn't have much strength, she could still manage to walk
slowly . The little white tiger ran ahead, scouting ahead. After walking about twenty steps, Zhao Wanyan
looked back again, and the white tiger had disappeared into the pine forest. She heard what sounded like voices calling from afar, and then a tiger's roar
faintly came 　　from behind .

Ten Scenes of Silk (Eighty-Seven)

=== ...
After walking
for more than a mile, she looked up and saw that the sun was already setting, yet they were still not out of the pine forest. Zhao Wanyan thought to herself, "It seems I'll have to
find a house to stay at tonight. Brother Xiang is injured; he needs a place to rest properly."

As she walked, she looked around, but saw only sparse trees and dense grass, without a single house in sight. Suddenly, she heard the little
white tiger call softly and turn to the right, as if it had sensed something.

Zhao Wanyan asked, "Baby, what's wrong?" The little white tiger suddenly stopped, its eyes fixed on the road ahead
, its ears twitching. Looking into the distance, Zhao Wanyan saw a group of people riding towards her, and she was
startled, her heart filled with anxiety: "Oh no! Could it be the Imperial Mausoleum Sect? Or did Father send someone to find me?
Even if it's Father's people, once they find Brother Xiang, they'll definitely tell Long Yuqing. What... what should I do
?"

Just as she was feeling lost, the group of riders drew closer. Zhao Wanyan hurriedly helped Xiang Yang turn around and walk back, looking
left and right, hoping to find a place to hide for a while. Suddenly, she heard the clatter of hooves, and a fast horse
galloped towards them, too fast to avoid. When Zhao Wanyan saw the person approaching, her attire did not resemble that of the guards of the Prince's Palace, and she couldn't help but
feel anxious, thinking to herself, "Heaven help Brother Xiang, please don't let him be from the Imperial Tomb Sect."

The man reined in his horse and stopped about ten feet in front of Zhao Wanyan, looked at her, and said, "Miss
, it's getting dark, where are you going? What's wrong with this man?" Zhao Wanyan whispered, "He...he's injured
, I was just about to take him back to the capital to see a doctor." She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to herself, "Thank goodness, it seems
he's not from the Imperial Tomb Sect."

A group of people had already arrived behind them, and a burly man in the middle looked at Zhao Wanyan, waved his right hand,
and said, "Stop." At the command, everyone reined in their horses. The man laughed, "If you're heading to the capital
, you're going the wrong way. We're heading to the capital, young lady.
How about we take you and this young man with us?" He dismounted and approached. Zhao Wanyan quickly replied, "No, no need for that.
We can walk ourselves..."

But the man walked straight up, grabbed Zhao Wanyan's wrist, and laughed, "Why be shy? We're
not going eat you." Seeing his strange expression and the eerie smiles of the others behind him, Zhao Wanyan
realized something was wrong and tried to pull away, but couldn't break free. The man was focused on pulling Zhao Wanyan closer when,
unexpectedly, the little white tiger pounced and bit his arm.

The man was startled and quickly withdrew his hand. Looking closely, he suddenly exclaimed, "
Third Brother , this...this is that brat Xiang Yang!" The riders, hearing this, began to clamor. The man, his face showing
surprise, shouted, "Grab that girl first!" The man replied, "Okay!" He stretched out his arm and grabbed
Zhao Wanyan. The man leaped forward and seized Xiang Yang. Seeing that he offered no resistance, he said, "
Fourth Brother It seems he's truly injured."

This group was the Dragon Palace's two princes, Pulao and Bi'an, and their subordinates. Having failed in their attack on Jin Guo Manor,
Ao Sihai felt humiliated and refused to return empty-handed. After capturing Ren Jianqing, Long Yuqing heard
the report of a disastrous defeat at the Battle of Jin Guo Zhuang. Unsure of the strength
of Xiang Yang, Wen Yuan, and others, he also wanted to use the Dragon Palace Sect and the Divine Camel Gang for defense. He selected ten beauties in the capital and presented them to Ao Sihai, keeping him there
to patrol Changling at any time.

Prince Ya and Prince
Suanni were quite dissatisfied that their sect leader was willing to be controlled by Long Yuqing. Ao Sihai's objections were useless, so he had no choice but to comply. Today, the Dragon Palace Sect members were all guarding Changling. Pulao and Bi'an,
having returned to the capital on business, unexpectedly encountered Xiang Yang and Zhao Wanyan there.

On the day of the battle at Jin Guo Zhuang, both men were seriously injured by Xiang Yang's palm strike. Thinking of this, they were both angry and fearful. To think that this
enemy had unexpectedly fallen into their hands, they were overjoyed. Prince Pulao raised his palm and shouted, "Boy,
today I will make you die under my palm!" Zhao Wanyan saw this and hurriedly cried out, "No, please don't!
" Prince Bi'an also said, "Third brother, wait a minute!"

Prince Pulao glared and roared, "Why? Fourth brother, don't you want to kill this brat?
" His voice was loud and clear, and when he shouted, it made Zhao Wanyan's ears ring. Prince Bi'an said, "
How could I not want to tear this brat to pieces? But capturing him alive would be of great benefit to us. I remember that
the Dragon Master of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect once said that Wen Yuan, Xiang Yang, and Hua Xuan are descendants of his junior brother Hua Xuanqing. If we
hand this brat over to the Dragon Master, he will be overjoyed, and it will be of great benefit to our sect." Prince Pulao
hesitated for a moment, then said, "According to you, what should we do now?"

Prince Bi'an laughed, "This is extremely simple. We'll send a few disciples to escort this brat back to the capital, and
while they're at it, they'll pass on a message about the situation of those wretched women in the Changling Underground Palace. My brother and I failed to kill this brat... "
"He's venting his anger, so now he can only take it out on his lover." He pulled Zhao Wanyan into his arms, chuckling
. Zhao Wanyan was both surprised and frightened, thinking, "They're going to take Brother Xiang to the capital again, how can that be?"

Prince Pulao looked Zhao Wanyan up and down, laughing, "Excellent! But this little girl has such delicate skin,
I'm afraid we won't be able to play with her many times." He then pressed several acupoints on Xiang Yang to prevent him from waking up, and turned to order his
disciples to take Xiang Yang away. Zhao Wanyan was extremely anxious, knowing that once Xiang Yang arrived in the capital, he would fall into Long Yuqing's hands
. Disregarding her own safety, she cried out, "Baby, go save Brother Xiang!"

The little white tiger looked at Xiang Yang, then at Zhao Wanyan, whimpering, seemingly unable to decide. Zhao Wanyan cried out urgently
, "Don't worry about me, go save Brother Xiang, hurry!" Seeing that the Dragon Palace disciples were already leading Xiang Yang towards
the capital, the little white tiger, still worried about its master, pounced on Prince Bi'an. Prince Bi'an,
preoccupied with holding Zhao Wanyan, was clumsy and nearly struck by the little white tiger's claws. Prince Pulao took
a bronze bell from his horse and smashed it at the little white tiger. The little white tiger, unable to withstand the blow, quickly dodged.

Although agile, the little white tiger's strength was limited, making it difficult to handle both at the same time. The Dragon Palace disciples were getting further
and further away, and Zhao Wanyan grew increasingly anxious, repeatedly shouting, "Go, go! You...you won't listen
to me? Go!" The little white tiger whimpered softly, turning its head to look around, seemingly hesitant.

Suddenly, several screams were heard, and in the distance, Dragon Palace disciples fell from their horses one after another, the horses neighing and bolting in terror
, as if they had encountered something terrifying. Zhao Wanyan was filled with suspicion and uncertainty. Looking into the distance, she vaguely saw a
figure approaching, wielding a sword as he walked, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

Prince Bi'an shouted, "Third Brother, an enemy is coming!" Prince Pulao spat and cursed, "
What is this thing, daring to interfere!" He picked up a bronze bell and strode forward. The man swung his sword wildly, hacking and slashing,
then suddenly stopped. He grabbed Xiang Yang from his horse and threw him to the ground. Looking down, he saw that
all the Dragon Palace disciples around him were already dead on the ground, with no one standing in their way.

The two sides were too far apart for Zhao Wanyan to see the man's face clearly, and she didn't know whether he was friend or foe. Seeing him kill more than ten Dragon Palace disciples in
an instant , and his actions when he noticed Xiang Yang were not very polite, she couldn't help but
feel uneasy. She thought to herself, "Who is he? How... how could he kill so many people in one go without any reason
? He... could he not have killed Brother Xiang?"

Prince Pulao took a few steps forward and shouted, "Where did this brat come from, daring to kill people from my Dragon Palace Sect
?" The man looked up, then stood up, holding Xiang Yang in his left hand, and slowly approached, his cold laughter
clearly audible. The man said, "Carrying a broken bronze bell, all you do is shout and yell, and you're from the Dragon Palace
, so you must be Pulao? Hehe, hehe, you dare to talk to me like that? You're asking for death." As

the man approached, Zhao Wanyan could see him clearly. He had a handsome face, but his brows were furrowed with a sinister and violent look
. His hair was disheveled, and his cold laugh was full of madness. He seemed to have a great hatred for what was in front of him.
The blade of his long sword was crimson, which looked terrifying in the setting sun. Zhao Wanyan felt a chill run down her spine, thinking
to herself, "He...he doesn't seem like a good person either."

Seeing his appearance, Prince Bi'an felt a chill run down his spine. He released Zhao Wanyan, assumed the stance of the Blue Wave
Divine Palm , and shouted, "I am Bi'an, the Fourth Prince of the Dragon Palace. Who are you? We are all from the same martial arts lineage
, why..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man suddenly abandoned Xiang Yang, his body moving like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye
, he was in front of Prince Bi'an. His left hand swiftly grabbed Prince Bi'an's throat, and a sinister force was injected
into his "Lianquan" acupoint, instantly immobilizing Prince Bi'an and rendering him unable to breathe. Prince Bi'an was terrified and
wanted to retaliate, but the opponent's internal energy cultivation far surpassed his own. His own internal energy was completely suppressed, his arms trembled,
and he couldn't deliver a single move.

The man's eyes widened, and he coldly said, "I'm in a terrible mood, and I'm already feeling like I haven't killed enough people lately
. I'm afraid the King of Hell will drag me to the seventeenth level of hell. You bastard, you're so ungrateful, you don't even know my
name?" He turned his head and shouted at Prince Pulao, "Pulao, who am I? Don't you
recognize me ?"

Prince Pulao ignored him, raised his bronze bell, and shouted, "Release my fourth brother!" The bronze bell swept horizontally
, striking the man's head. The man was furious, and with a flick of his right arm, his longsword flew out of his hand, shooting straight
at Prince Pulao's abdomen like a meteor. The longsword came with astonishing speed, and Prince Pulao couldn't dodge it. He screamed and
fell to the ground, pinned to the ground by the longsword in one move. The bronze bell, before it could hit the man's head, was dragged back by the momentum of Prince Pulao's fall
and landed on the ground with a "clang."

Seeing that the man's attack was deadly from the start, the Bi'an prince trembled with fear. Suddenly, he remembered someone and managed
to utter a few words: "You...you...you are..."

The man glanced at the Bi'an prince, slightly loosened his left hand, and said, "What am I?" The Bi'an prince stammered
, "You...you could be the Great Murong?" Before he could finish speaking, the man suddenly burst into laughter, then
his gaze cold, and he shouted, "Damn it, you idiot!" The Bi'an prince was startled, thinking, "Could it not be
?"

He heard the man shout, "You said 'could it be the Great Murong'? Heh heh heh, you're really stupid
! What do you mean by 'could it be'? I am the Great Murong!" He released his left hand and kicked the
Bi'an prince more than ten feet away. The Prince of Bi'an vomited a large amount of blood and struggled on the ground.
Murong Xiu laughed loudly, but there was a chilling undertone in his laughter.

Zhao Wanyan was terrified. She didn't know who the Great Murong was, only that he was ruthless .
Overwhelmed with fear, she ran towards Xiang Yang. Suddenly, a green shadow flashed before her eyes, and Murong Xiu blocked
Zhao Wanyan's path, saying in a deep voice, "Little girl, you don't look like you're from the Dragon Palace. Who are you? Speak quickly! Great
Murong is ruthless towards women. If you dare to play tricks, I'll make you wish you were dead!" As he spoke
, his eyes blazed with ferocity. The little white tiger ran to Zhao Wanyan, arched its back, and growled at
Murong Xiu .

Zhao Wanyan panicked and whispered, "I...I am..." She didn't know who Murong Xiu was
and dared not reveal her identity as a princess, finding herself in a very difficult position. Just then,
a few soft sounds were heard from Xiang Yang, as if he had awakened.

(Ten Scenes of Silk (Eighty-Eight)

)
Zhao Wanyan was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Brother Xiang, Brother Xiang, are you awake?" Xiang Yang
hummed in response and whispered, "Where am I?" He tried to get up but couldn't move, realizing he had been
acupunctured. Seeing that he wasn't moving, Murong Xiu knew what was happening and bent down to press several acupoints on Xiang Yang's Ren meridian. The acupoints on Xiang Yang's body immediately
released, and his true energy flowed much more smoothly.

Zhao Wanyan stepped forward to help Xiang Yang up and said softly, "Brother Xiang, how are you feeling? Does it hurt?"
Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Just a little tired." He had been disturbed repeatedly during his healing process, which, although harmless,
hadn't yielded much benefit, and he was indeed quite exhausted.

Murong Xiu coldly stared at Xiang Yang and Zhao Wanyan and said, "Boy, is this your woman?"
Zhao Wanyan felt slightly embarrassed by his impolite words, her face flushed, and she quietly lowered her head. Xiang Yang smiled without answering and
gently put his arm around Zhao Wanyan's slender waist. Murong Xiu snorted and muttered, "Damn it, you two fellow disciples
, are you really that lucky to have such devoted girls?" Zhao Wanyan was even more shy
, lowering her head to help Xiang Yang straighten his clothes.

Xiang Yang noticed that Murong Xiu's expression was different from before, as if he was depressed, yet also quite fierce
. He thought to himself, "Brother Murong, what has happened to you that has made you like this?" Without thinking too much, he said, "Brother
Murong , it would be perfect if you could lend a hand." Murong Xiu chuckled and said, "
Lend a hand to what?" Xiang Yang said, "Uncle Ren has been imprisoned in the Changling Underground Palace by Long Yuqing. We
came to rescue him with the four masters of the Jin Guo Manor. Didn't you know, Brother Murong?"

Murong Xiu's expression changed and he said, "You're going to break into the Changling Underground Palace? Where is everyone else? Did they all go in
? What are you doing here?" "Where?" Xiang Yang said, "Long Yuqing attacked the inn first. My junior brother Wen and I
held them off for a while, while my junior sister, senior brother Han, and Master Shi took the opportunity to rush to Changling." Murong Xiu
glared and said, "Where did this Han guy come from?" Xiang Yang said, "He is
the son of my second uncle, Han Xuqing." Murong Xiu snorted coldly and said, "Looks like you're badly injured." Xiang Yang said, "I'll be fine after
a while. Brother Murong, your martial arts are superb. I hope you can lend a hand on this trip to Changling."

But then they heard the Prince of Bi'an groan a few times intermittently, and he frantically clawed at the ground with his hands. He was already dead from his injuries
. Murong Xiu glanced sideways, chuckled coldly, and said to Xiang Yang, "Changling, is it? Excellent,
I'll go on a killing spree. You're injured like this, you don't need to come along. Staying here, you still have
the strength to protect yourself. Hehe, I'm going to have a good time!" As he spoke, he wiped the blood off his longsword with his sleeve and sheathed it.

As the sword was sheathed, Xiang Yang noticed that Murong Xiu was missing his right index finger. He was slightly taken aback, but
it was common for martial artists to be injured, so he didn't ask too much. He thought to himself, "Brother Murong didn't seem quite right just now.
Could it be that he encountered a formidable opponent and failed to defeat him, thus injuring himself?" He only speculated in his mind
and had no intention of finding out the truth, pretending not to have noticed. But then he heard Murong Xiu let out a long howl, take long strides, and
run north at breakneck speed. The howl was like a storm, gradually fading into the distance, yet still chilling.

Seeing Murong Xiu leave, Xiang Yang asked, "Wan Yan, where is this? How did you get here
?" Zhao Wan Yan was taken aback and asked, "You really don't know anything?" Xiang Yang replied, "I was focused on healing
my injuries , so I couldn't hear or see anything. I really don't know what happened." Zhao Wan Yan hummed in agreement and said, "
I see. No wonder... no wonder you didn't come out." Xiang Yang asked, "What? What happened
?"

Zhao Wan Yan then recounted how Long Yuqing had come to the room, attempting to lure Xiang Yang out, how the White Tiger had arrived, how they had fled
the capital, how they had encountered Pulao and Bi'an, and how Murong Xiu had arrived just in time. She explained everything, and
Xiang Yang was shocked. He gritted his teeth and said, "That dog Long Yuqing!" Seeing his angry face, Zhao Wan Yan
feared that he might be seriously injured. Feeling unwell, she quickly said, "Brother Xiang, don't be angry. I... I'm perfectly fine
now aren't I?"

Xiang Yang sighed and said softly, "Wanyan, I've only just returned and I've already burdened you. I'm so
sorry ." Zhao Wanyan gently pressed his hand and said softly, "Brother Xiang, don't say that. With you
by my side, I don't care about anything." Looking into her tender and loving eyes, Xiang Yang was deeply moved
. He kissed her lips and smiled, "It's a pity I don't have much strength right now, otherwise I really wanted to hold
you tight." Zhao Wanyan blushed, lowered her head and smiled, saying
softly, "Don't say too much, Brother Xiang. You should rest well first, and wait until you're better..." She pursed her lips, too embarrassed to say more, her cheeks
burning with shyness.

Xiang Yang smiled slightly and said, "In that case, I must recover from my injury quickly." Zhao Wanyan returned
the smile. Xiang Yang circulated his inner energy, turning it three times to slowly gather his true power. Zhao Wanyan suddenly asked, "Brother Xiang,
do you have to avoid hearing and seeing anything while healing like this?" Xiang Yang, knowing she was worried about a repeat of the past,
immediately smiled and said, "This makes it easier to regulate my true energy. Other methods are fine too." Zhao Wanyan
smiled and nodded. Xiang Yang then focused his mind, clearing his thoughts, and used the method of silently guarding his central energy to regulate his breathing. The little
white tiger paced around, observing the surrounding activity.

Just as Xiang Yang escaped danger, Wen Yuan was rushing towards Tianshou Mountain, where Changling was located. He
evaded the surveillance of the Imperial Mausoleum Squad's spies throughout the city. After leaving the city, he headed northwest, thinking to himself, "
I wonder if my junior sisters have arrived at Changling? Is the so-called underground palace located underground? I wonder
what preparations Long Yuqing has made at Changling. I must be extra careful when I reach Tianshou Mountain."

Tianshou Mountain was originally called Huangtu Mountain. It was renamed Tianshou Mountain by Emperor Yongle of the Ming Dynasty, who built Changling
. The mausoleums of the emperors of the Ming Dynasty are all located here. Wen Yuan rode his horse and saw the stone archway in the distance. He thought to himself, "If I go any further
, there will be Imperial Mausoleum Squad guards and Changling Imperial Guards stationed there. I can't just go through openly." He immediately dismounted,
used his "Wind-Riding" lightness skill to bypass the stone archway and the Great Red Gate, and quietly sped along the side of the Sacred Way. After passing
a double-eaved stele pavilion, pairs of stone figures and beasts came into view, solemn and majestic.

Wen Yuan kept running, having no time to admire the stone statues' carvings. He passed thirty-six statues and rushed to
the gate of Changling Mausoleum. Suddenly, he heard a whooshing sound from both sides, and two weapons appeared before him—two steel staffs, each held
by a burly man in yellow robes. Their attack was extremely fierce. Wen Yuan's movements were fluid and agile. Seeing the obstruction,
he immediately reversed his momentum, and the two steel staffs missed their mark.

The two burly men were astonished by his display of superb lightness skill. Just as they were about to shout, Wen Yuan...
He swiftly attacked again, unleashing the power of his "Butterfly Dream" technique. His left palm rested on the steel staff of the man on his right, while
his right palm pressed down on the steel staff of the burly man on his left. With a flick of his wrists, the two men
were drawn together by his gentle force, causing their steel staffs to collide with a "clang," instantly numbing their four arms. Before they could even react, Wen Yuan
struck them repeatedly with both palms, hitting their "Purple Palace" and "Huagai" acupoints respectively
.

The two men immediately lost consciousness. After dealing with the two enemies, Wen Yuan thought to himself, "If I go any further, the defenses will likely be even tighter. However, I haven't seen my junior sisters
along the way ; they must have already infiltrated. So, I should be able to reach the underground palace."

But Wen Yuan had no idea where the underground palace was located. Changling was a magnificent structure, with the Ling'en
Hall spanning nine bays in width and five bays in depth. Wen Yuan wandered around the hall, avoiding about ten
guards , but still couldn't find any entrance to the underground.

Wen Yuan simply passed through the Ling'en Hall and proceeded to the third courtyard, where he found a square,
tall building with a double-eaved hip roof—the Ming Tower. He quietly approached the tower and saw a stone plaque hanging under the eaves,
inscribed with the characters "Changling." A dozen or so corpses lay scattered in front of the tower, their clothing suggesting they were
guards of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect. Wen Yuan was delighted, thinking, "Since this place is heavily guarded by the Imperial Mausoleum Sect,
it might be the entrance to the underground palace."

He drew his sword, circling it for protection, and leaped into the Ming Tower. There was no one inside.
Inside stood a stone tablet with the characters "Da Ming" inscribed on the top and "Tomb of Emperor Chengzu Wen" on the body.
The entrance to the underground palace was located behind the Ming Tower; the stone door was wide open, completely unguarded. Wen Yuan stopped, thinking to himself
, "Did Master Shi and her group successfully break in, or is this 　　a trap set by the Imperial Mausoleum Sect ? Oh well, today we
're going to venture into the lion's den anyway; doubting things will only lead to nothing." He lit a tinderbox and went inside. ( Chapter

89)

=== ... 　　Wen Yuan surveyed his surroundings, finding nothing amiss, and slowly walked on, thinking to himself, " I wonder I must proceed with extreme caution as I venture deeper. If I get trapped, it's certain death ." Walking alone through the deep, silent tunnels, Wen Yuan felt as if he had entered the underworld. Apart from the bricks and stones visible through the firelight, it was all darkness. 　　Although it was the height of summer, the underground was cool, even chilly, and the endless darkness only added to his unease. Wen Yuan ventured alone into this perilous place, not daring to be careless, moving forward while constantly monitoring his surroundings. All was silent except for the sound of Wen Yuan's own footsteps . 　　After walking for a while, a white marble door appeared ahead, pure white and lustrous, thick and sturdy—presumably the entrance to the underground palace. Wen Yuan thought to himself, "These two palace doors look extremely heavy; they probably won't be easy to open." He walked to the door, placed his hands on it, and used his Nine Revolutions Profound Technique. He originally intended to use all his strength, but even then, it might not open easily . Unexpectedly, after only adding seven-tenths of his strength, a crisp metallic scraping sound rang out, and the stone door, weighing over a thousand pounds, swung open with a bang. 　　The ease with which the palace door opened surprised Wen Yuan. Stepping through the doorway, in the firelight, Wen Yuan suddenly glimpsed what appeared to be sharp hidden weapons above him and was startled: "So there's a trap here!" He reacted quickly, retreating swiftly. Looking up, he couldn't help but chuckle. There were no hidden weapons at all; they were just a few stalactites formed over time in the bluestone. He turned back to examine the stone door and saw that the door hinges were quite thick, but at the point where the two doors met, they were only half the thickness of the hinges. 　　Wen Yuan thought to himself, "So that's how it is! The door hinges are thick enough to withstand the force of opening this heavy door. The reduced weight at the top makes it easier to push. But I wonder if there are any other mechanisms to lock the door?" Seeing that the stone door was solidly built and didn't seem to have any hidden mechanisms, and that there was a horizontal ditch on the ground behind the door , there was nothing else unusual. 　　His knowledge of civil engineering was limited and not his area of interest, so he didn't think much of it and continued walking forward . After passing through a more spacious area, he soon saw another identical white marble door. Just as Wen Yuan was about to open it, the firelight illuminated something on the ground that seemed to be glittering. Wen Yuan bent down to examine it and found a broken short sword; the upper half of the blade was missing. Wen Yuan examined the broken sword closely and was startled, realizing something was wrong. He thought, "Isn't this Xiao Yin's sword?" 　　He picked up the broken sword and examined it carefully. It was indeed the short sword used by Xiao Murong. The broken edge was not smooth , as if it had been broken by a heavy weapon or by internal force, rather than by a precious sword. Seeing Xiao Murong's broken weapon, Wen Yuan felt a chill. 　　He thought, "Could they have been ambushed here?" Worried, he looked around by the firelight. Sure enough, there were many signs of a struggle on the wall, some cut by weapons, some with bloodstains, and a sharp stone in the corner, which was Shi Niangzi's throwing weapon. Wen Yuan grew increasingly alarmed, thinking to himself, "Could it be Huang Zhonggui guarding this place? But the one who cut Xiao Yin's weapon was definitely not the Taiyin Blade technique. Does that mean the Huangling Sect has other experts? Or perhaps the Huangling Sect is relying on its numbers and has sent a large group of disciples to besiege her. I just wonder if Master Shi and the others are alright?" 　　Thinking of Hua Xuan, Xiao Murong, and the others, whose safety was unknown, and with Zi Yuan, who was unfamiliar with martial arts, among them, Wen Yuan was extremely anxious . He thought, "If it weren't for Long Yuqing's attack, Zi Yuan should have stayed at the inn. Alas, she's a weak woman; what if she really encounters danger?" Thinking of this, Wen Yuan became even more uneasy. Just as he was about to push open the door, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: "Master Shi and the others must have passed through here. Why did they close the stone door again ?" " Up? The corpses of members of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect are left outside the Minglou Tower, so it can't hide the fact that we infiltrated this place . If the stone door is closed, wouldn't it be even more difficult to retreat in time if the situation turns bad?" 　　Thinking of this, Wen Yuan suddenly had an idea: "So the Imperial Mausoleum Sect closed the door again to prevent outsiders. Hmm, this stone door should have another way of locking, but the Imperial Mausoleum Sect wants to capture us all in the underground palace, so they deliberately left it unobstructed. The sound when the stone door was opened was too loud, and in this completely silent underground, it was a warning signal to the Imperial Mausoleum Sect that enemies had invaded. The door I opened earlier was far away from here, and with this door blocking the sound, the sound probably didn't reach behind that door, so I shouldn't have been discovered yet. Opening this door, then..."

"It's hard to say."

Now that he had ventured deep into the underground palace, Wen Yuan naturally wouldn't turn back easily. He thought to himself, "Even if this Changling underground palace is
a dragon's den and a
tiger's lair, I still have to venture in." He pressed his palms against the door, released his inner energy, and with another series of loud bangs, the stone door swung open. Wen Yuan slowly stepped through the door. The firelight illuminated the way; what lay ahead was no longer a tunnel, but a tall,
spacious , and magnificent hall.

Wen Yuan held up a tinderbox for illumination. He saw two white jade thrones in the hall, each with an offering table and a
large blue-and-white porcelain jar with cloud patterns in front of it. Apart from that, there was almost nothing else. The vast hall seemed empty and desolate, the quiet underground
world exceptionally bleak.

Wen Yuan walked forward and looked into one of the jars. It was filled seven-tenths full with sesame oil, the
eternal lamp lit in the underground palace. Wen Yuan lit both jars of oil with the tinderbox, and the hall instantly became
brightly Wen Yuan thought to himself, "Since the death of Emperor Chengzu, even two full jars of lamp oil should have burned out by now. This
lamp oil must have been added by the Imperial Mausoleum Faction themselves." Suddenly, a doubt arose in his mind: "The Imperial Mausoleum Faction is responsible for guarding the mausoleum
, so why would they imprison someone here?"

Since receiving the news that Ren Jianqing was imprisoned in the Changling Underground Palace, he had been engaged in a fierce battle and had been traveling without stopping
. Now that he had actually entered the underground palace, he felt even more suspicious: "How can
one enter the emperor's mausoleum at will ? Could it be that the Imperial Mausoleum Faction has treated the underground palace as their own territory, coming and going as they please?
How could the emperor allow them to do whatever they want in the resting place of their ancestors?"

Wen Yuan was puzzled, but his immediate priority was to find Shi Niangzi and the others, as well as Ren Jianqing, so he had no time
to think about it in detail. The hall was brightly lit, and the surroundings were clearly visible. Wen Yuan looked around and became increasingly
alarmed. He saw numerous signs of a struggle on the walls and floor, a deep gash on the throne to the left
, and a shallow handprint on an offering table, without any cracks, indicating it had been struck by an extremely subtle palm strike
. Looking at the handprint, Wen Yuan was secretly astonished: "To leave such a clear handprint on wood without cracking
the wooden table, the attacker's skill is extraordinary. Huang Zhonggui's internal energy leans towards the cold and domineering; this strike might not have been his
. Who could have done it?"

Since the hall was empty, Wen Yuan felt there was no point in lingering and decided to continue searching. However, there were
stone doors on both sides of the hall, and the end beyond the reach of the light was uncertain; he wondered if there was another path. Faced with three paths, Wen Yuan
hesitated, then thought, "Since Master Shi and the others are fighting here, why haven't they
lit these two large lamps? They must have fought their way in from outside. The hall wasn't lit to begin with, and
the torches alone wouldn't illuminate the stone doors on either side. In the midst of the fierce battle, they naturally wouldn't be
looking for other exits; they'd just keep moving forward. So I'll just go forward too."

Having figured this out, Wen Yuan relit the torches and hurried forward. Sure enough, there was another stone door at the end. Wen Yuan
pushed open before him lay the rear hall of the underground palace. This rear hall was smaller than the previous central hall,
with about twenty large red wooden boxes scattered haphazardly, and nothing else. This was the end of the central path of the underground palace, yet
there was a pile of wooden boxes, no imperial coffins, and looking around the hall, there was no one else in sight.

Wen Yuan was quite surprised by the arrangement of the rear hall, and even more disappointed to find no one there
. He muttered to himself, "Emperor Chengzu was once so powerful, how could his bedchamber be so casual?" Suddenly,
a thought flashed through his mind: "If the coffin isn't here, where could it be? Could there be a secret passage leading forward?"

Just as he was about to take a step forward, he heard a soft female voice calling out, "
Young Master , is that Young Master Wen?" Upon hearing this voice, Wen Yuan felt a jolt throughout his body, both surprised and delighted
. He blurted out, "Zi Yuan, Zi Yuan, you...you're here?" He turned around, but he was still
alone in the hall. He paused for a moment, then noticed a wooden box vibrating, as if someone was hiding inside but unable to
escape.

Wen Yuan rushed over, forcefully lifted the lid, and looked
down . Her clear eyes shone with excitement—it was Zi Yuan, the one he had been most worried about. As soon as the box
was opened , Zi Yuan threw herself into Wen Yuan's arms, crying out repeatedly, "Young Master Wen, you've finally come
! I... I thought... I'd never see you again!" Her voice was slightly choked with emotion, and her body trembled gently,
clearly showing her extreme excitement.

In this deep underground palace, the first person he saw was Zi Yuan
, the one he had been most worried about. Wen Yuan felt a sense of relief, and joy welled up within him. He gently patted Zi Yuan's shoulder and said softly,
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! I'm here, can't you see me?" In truth, he himself was also relieved.
Being able to ensure Zi Yuan's safety was a great relief to him, and the tinderbox in his hand fell to the ground.

Overjoyed, Wen Yuan suddenly felt a soft, smooth texture on his palm. He realized Zi Yuan's shoulders were bare.
Startled, he looked closer and was shocked to discover she wasn't wearing an outer garment, only a bodice. He hadn't noticed before
, but now, realizing this, Wen Yuan was utterly bewildered. His body stiffened instantly, and he dared not move, as if he had turned
into a stone statue. Zi Yuan, regaining her senses, saw Wen Yuan staring at her blankly. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment,
but she remained nestled against his chest, as if afraid that if she left, she would never see him again. She parted her cherry lips and whispered,
"My clothes have been torn." Just then, the fire on the ground went out, plunging the inner hall
into darkness.

Wen Yuan seemed to wake from a dream, exclaimed "Ah!", and hurriedly lit another tinderbox, asking, "Were they from
the Imperial Mausoleum Sect? What did they do to you?" Zi Yuan whispered, "That's all. Luckily, Miss Shi
saved me in time." She said it casually, but Wen Yuan's heart tightened. He knew that someone from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect had
ulterior motives and intended to assault Zi Yuan, and that the situation was extremely dangerous. Ziyuan continued, "There was a chaotic battle then, and Yinmei
told me to hide in the box to avoid being caught again." Wenyuan held Ziyuan's hands and said softly,
"You must have had a hard time."

Ziyuan said softly, "I should say I dragged Shi and the others down with me. I was hiding in the box when I heard
the sounds of fighting outside, then suddenly a scream, like the sound of something falling off wood or stone, and then it became quiet
. I wanted to come out, but I couldn't open the box from the inside." Wenyuan was taken aback and said, "So
, Senior Brother Han and Junior Sister are missing?" Ziyuan nodded and said softly, "Young Master Wen,
what should we do now?"

Wenyuan said, "I haven't explored the entire underground palace yet. Let's go explore it again." As he spoke, he saw
Ziyuan , his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned around and whispered, "Ziyuan, you can wear my outer garment first."
He then began to remove his robe. Zi Yuan blushed and responded with a soft sound, lowering her head shyly, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Although the two were mutually attracted and almost about to consummate their relationship, Wen Yuan had not truly
seen Zi Yuan's body before. Now, compared to the grassy area by the stream that day, Zi Yuan was no longer covered by her gauze dress. Her fair
legs were nervously closed, and most of her delicate body was exposed to Wen Yuan's eyes. How could Wen Yuan not have lustful thoughts? Seeing Zi Yuan's
shy expression, his heart fluttered even more. Removing this outer robe was extremely difficult; if he lost control,
he might not have taken off everything.

Finally, the outer robe was removed, and Wen Yuan draped it over Zi Yuan's shoulders. Zi Yuan gently pulled it and whispered, "
Thank you ." Her expression was both shy and timid, arousing a strong sense of pity in him. Wearing only a thin shirt, Wen Yuan felt
the chill in the underground palace even more intensely. Fortunately, his internal strength was exceptional, so he didn't feel uncomfortable. He immediately said, "Let's
go find Master Shi and the others." Zi Yuan nodded and asked , "But how do we start looking?" Wen Yuan pondered for

a 　　moment and said, "Zi Yuan, you said you heard the sound of wood and stone shifting. What kind of sound was that?" Zi Yuan said, "It sounded like the hinges of an old wooden door not turning properly when it's being opened and closed." After thinking for a moment, she added, "Right, before that, it seemed like something fell on the box where I was hiding. When that sound came out, the ground seemed to vibrate a bit." 　　Wen Yuan listened, thought for a while, and said, "In that case, there's probably some kind of trapdoor mechanism here." As he spoke, he turned around and scanned the various parts of the back hall. Looking around, he only saw one mahogany box after another. Zi Yuan watched him wander around and helped him look around. When she reached the wooden box where she was hiding, she looked up and gazed at the wall. 　　Wen Yuan, seeing this, felt something was amiss and asked, "Zi Yuan, what's wrong?" Zi Yuan said, "I'm wondering what fell on the box... Look, there's nothing else here, and there weren't any footsteps before you came. It shouldn't have been cleaned up." 　　Upon hearing this, Wen Yuan suddenly had a thought and said, "Perhaps it wasn't an object, but a person?" Zi Yuan was taken aback and said, "A person?" Wen Yuan nodded, and with a light leap, landed on the lid of the wooden box. If someone with extremely high lightness skills were to hear it, it might be completely silent to others, but Zi Yuan, being inside the box, would naturally notice . Wen Yuan said, "Perhaps someone stood on the boxes and activated the mechanism, causing the central floor of the rear hall to collapse, causing my junior sisters to fall. The ground beneath these boxes must be solid enough to stand on; the people from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect must have activated the mechanism on top of them to prevent them from falling together." 　　Zi Yuan thought for a moment and said, "That's not right. I also heard many men exclaim in surprise, not just Young Master Han ." Wen Yuan was startled and said, "That's very strange." He added, "Regardless, we must first find out if there's a mechanism." He stood on the box, looking up at the layers of stone bricks on the wall, and suddenly noticed a brick about three feet above his head with a few drops of blood on its edge. He thought to himself, "If blood was spilled during a fierce battle, it shouldn't have reached such a height. Perhaps the person had blood on their hands or was injured and activated the mechanism here, leaving the mark." 　　Thinking this, Wen Yuan stood on tiptoe and tried to push the brick, but it didn't budge. He pressed and pushed along the edge of the brick, and when he reached the left side, the brick slowly turned in half an inch. Wen Yuan was overjoyed. With a forceful push, the long stone brick suddenly flipped left and right, revealing a gleaming golden side engraved with the character "Emperor." 　　Suddenly, the floor of the rear hall rumbled, the floor tiles vibrated violently, and then a series of deep, resonant sounds rang out. A large section of the floor in the center rapidly changed, some sections receding in all directions, others flipping downwards. More than ten pieces in the very center crumbled and fell straight down, suddenly revealing a huge, elongated octagonal hole 　　Zi Yuan cried out in alarm, her slender figure falling into the hole, the floor beneath her feet vanishing without a trace. Wen Yuan was shocked and cried out, "Zi Yuan!" He leaped down, the wooden box he had been standing on falling with him. Wen Yuan fell backwards, using the momentum to push off the box, his descent suddenly accelerating. He reached out his right hand and grabbed Zi Yuan's wrist. However, the two were already in mid-air, and Wen Yuan had nowhere to grab onto. Although he held onto Zi Yuan, they still fell rapidly. The wind whistled past their ears, extinguishing the tinderbox, and they suddenly fell into darkness . 　　The darkness was over in an instant, and the two rushed into a bright spot, where they saw a large several men lying on the ground. Wen Yuan reacted quickly, pulling Zi Yuan into his arms. He rapidly circulated his inner energy three times, focusing his mind on the "Wind Control" technique. Seeing that they were less than ten feet off the ground, he relaxed his inner energy , his body felt lighter, and the downward momentum slowed considerably . He veered off course, straightened his body in mid-air, and kicked hard with his right toe next to a rapidly falling wooden crate, using the force to shift his weight and fly sideways. 　　As soon as he unleashed the Wind Riding Technique, he drifted like a falling leaf, smooth and free, effortlessly dissipating the force of his fall. He flew horizontally for over three zhang (approximately 10 meters), and as soon as his toes touched the ground, he leaped forward to reduce the force. Upon landing again, Wen Yuan suddenly felt his right leg go weak, a tingling numbness from the force of the impact, and he lost his footing, falling forward. Fearing that Zi Yuan might be injured, he quickly rolled over before she even hit the ground, his back to him. With a "thud," Wen Yuan fell to the ground, sliding several feet further. Zi Yuan was on top of him, but she was completely unharmed, only letting out a startled "Ah!" 　　Although Wen Yuan was dizzy from the impact, he was relieved that he and Zi Yuan hadn't been seriously injured. He laughed and said , "We're lucky to have survived, we didn't get smashed to pieces." Zi Yuan was still shaken and whispered, "That really scared me to death..." Before she could finish speaking, there was a series of loud bangs and crashes. A pile of wooden crates, along with countless bricks , fell from the sky, smashing into pieces. Many of the bricks landed on the people on the ground, but they didn't react and were obviously dead. 　　As the noise subsided, Wen Yuan slowly sat up and said, "It seems the mechanism has been found, but something's not quite right . This hole is probably too big; these boxes didn't fall down originally." Zi Yuan smiled and said, " We should still be standing up there." Wen Yuan laughed and said, "Anyway, we have to come down to find people, but the method of coming down wasn't very clever." He sighed and said, "Han Feizi said, 'Those who act without consulting the authorities are foolish.' I didn't study it carefully first, and hastily activated the mechanism, inviting disaster. It's not just foolish, it's utterly foolish ."

Zi Yuan smiled and said, "Confucius said, 'Do not transfer anger to others, do not repeat the same mistake.' Young Master Wen,
you have already achieved the one of not transferring anger to others. As long as you pay attention to not repeating the same mistake, you can be compared with Yan Hui. How can Yan Hui be called foolish
?" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Yan Hui was quick-witted and eager to learn, able to understand ten things from one. I am far inferior to him and cannot accept such praise
."

The two stood up and walked to the place where they had fallen, looking up to see that the top was sealed off and they did not know how the floor
had been restored . Looking around, they found themselves in a huge, naturally formed stone cave. The cave was more than ten feet high
, with several rock passages extending in all directions.
Oil lamps and casting countless faint shadows in front of and behind the two of them.

Wen Yuan pondered, "This underground cave is completely natural, unlike what should have been designed in the Changling Mausoleum. It must have
been connected separately by the Imperial Mausoleum faction." Zi Yuan said, "How can the emperor's mausoleum be allowed to be altered by others at will?
" Wen Yuan said, "I can't figure it out either. No matter how powerful Long Yuqing is, he wouldn't arbitrarily treat the imperial mausoleum as his own
territory. There must be something strange about this." As he spoke, he looked at the remains of the wooden box at his feet, lost in thought.

Zi Yuan pursed her lips slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "Young Master Wen, I have an idea, but I don't know
if 's true." Wen Yuan twirled the sword tassel with his finger and said, "Perhaps we have the same idea." Zi Yuan said
, "I suspect that this Changling underground palace might be fake."

Wen Yuan flicked the sword tassel, nodded, and said, "The entrance to the underground palace is so obvious,
and there are no coffins of emperors or empresses in the middle hall or the rear hall. And these wooden boxes..." He pointed to the ground and said, "...
there are no burial objects inside, and there is also this cave located below the underground palace, which is completely unlike the magnificent appearance of an underground
palace ." Zi Yuan said, "Exactly, this underground palace is most likely a fake mausoleum of Emperor Chengzu."

Imperial tombs are naturally
heavily Others may not even be able to find the underground palace, let alone explore the tomb. Legend has it that Cao Cao had seventy-two suspected
tombs, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake. Later emperors' tombs also have various legends surrounding them, with maze-like stones, hidden arrows, and
flying knives adding to their mystique. To say that this place is a fake tomb built by Emperor Chengzu is not entirely unfounded
. Building a tomb requires enormous manpower and resources, but for an emperor of supreme status, what is a little extravagance? If
this place is indeed a fake tomb, and the Imperial Tomb Sect claims it as their property, it makes much more sense, and the reigning emperor would likely
allow it.

After much deliberation, Wen Yuan and Zi Yuan felt their suspicions were correct. Wen Yuan looked up at the now-closed cave ceiling and
said softly, "This place is hidden underground, deep and difficult to reach. Perhaps Uncle Ren is imprisoned here."
Zi Yuan asked, "With so many passages, which one should we go through?" Wen Yuan replied, "There are several corpses here.
They seem to have died recently. If they didn't fall from above, they must have been killed in a fight with Junior Sister and the others. Let's
search the vicinity first to see if there are any clues left from the fight."

The two of them walked around the cave together. There were six rock cave passages, and there were oil lamps for illumination inside.
In front of one of the cave entrances, there was a bullet lying on the ground. Wen Yuan picked it up and saw that it was the white wax bullet used by Yang Xiaojuan. Wen Yuan said,
"The bullet landed here. We don't know where it came from or if it fell from the ground." Zi Yuan said, "
Since there are no clues, we can only leave it to fate and choose one at random."

So the two of them walked into the cave in front of them. The cave passage was about two zhang high, winding and
wide , allowing two people to walk side by side. After walking about ten zhang, another large cave appeared before them. Connecting
the three passages, there were five bronze doors on the walls, each arranged separately. In the center of the cave were several
stone tables and chairs, and several men were drinking and laughing around one of the tables. When they saw Wen Yuan and Zi Yuan arrive,
their eyes widened, not paying attention to Wen Yuan, but staring intently at Zi Yuan.

Zi Yuan, whose appearance was already exquisitely beautiful, was now disheveled. Her upper body was covered by Wen Yuan's robe, which was
fine, but her legs were only slightly covered by the hem of the robe, appearing and disappearing, extremely alluring. The men in the cave were completely
mesmerized by her gaze. One of them was so engrossed that he dropped his wine bowl, which shattered on the ground with a "bang," spilling wine
everywhere.

Although her private parts were covered, being seen by a group of strange men with her bare legs still made
Zi Yuan blush with shame, and she took a step back. Before anyone could react, Wen Yuan leaped forward
, his palms flying, striking here and there, unleashing five blows in succession, knocking the five men unconscious one by one. These five
men were of mediocre martial arts skills and had no chance to resist. They had only caught a glimpse of the beauty and hadn't even had time to harbor any lustful thoughts
before .

Wen Yuan noticed that the five people were dressed identically, with dragon scale patterns on their belts. He paused slightly and said, "They are
from the Dragon Palace Sect." Zi Yuan asked curiously, "People from the Dragon Palace Sect, what are they doing here?" Wen Yuan replied, "It seems
Long Yuqing invited them to help guard Uncle Ren." He thought to himself, "In that case, Ao Sihai might also be
here. My strength hasn't fully recovered, so I must be careful."

Zi Yuan said, "Young Master Wen, there's a door here. It might lead to some room or prison." Wen Yuan said
, "Let me take a look." He walked quietly to the first door on the west side, listened intently, but heard no sound.
He gently pushed the door open, revealing a stone chamber, neatly furnished with a bed and a table
, but empty.

He walked to the second door, and the same scene unfolded inside. The third room was the same. When he reached the fourth
room, Wen Yuan listened intently and faintly heard several moans, clear and melodious, the voices of a young girl.
A man's laughter rang out, saying, "How about it? Are you convinced now?" The girl's
cries grew more urgent, pleading, "Enough...enough...I really can't take it anymore...ah, ah..."

Then an old voice said, "Young Master, Miss Luo is supposed to be
guarding the wanted criminal with Sect Leader Ao and Mr. Tang. She should go back quickly, in case those people from Jin Guo Zhuang find her..." Suddenly, a muffled
thud , like the sound of something heavy colliding, followed by the man's loud shout, "Nonsense!
What skills do those girls have? Do you think Ao Sihai can't handle them? Even if you add that Little Murong, there's Tang Feidao.
Didn't he injure that girl in just a few moves? You old man, who are you worried about rescuing Ren Jianqing? Go away! Don't spoil
my fun!" The old man stopped speaking, and only the groans of the girl surnamed Luo could be heard from behind the door.

Wen Yuan heard clearly and was secretly surprised, thinking: "Ao Sihai is really here.
Could that woman surnamed Luo be from the Divine Camel Gang? I only know that Luo Tiansheng has a son, Luo Yingfeng, but I didn't know he had a daughter. However, their martial arts skills
should similar. Who is Tang Feidao? Xiao Yin fought until her weapon broke, which was when she fought this person."
"Huh? Who are this man and old man? Young master, young master, could they be Long Yuqing's son?"

Seeing him stop in his tracks, Zi Yuan knew he must have heard something amiss, so she tiptoed
over. Although she had no martial arts skills and was not as skilled as Wen Yuan in internal energy cultivation, her hearing and eyesight were still sharp. She could still hear
waves of seductive sounds coming from behind the door. Seeing Wen Yuan listening intently, she couldn't help but feel
embarrassed and whispered, "What are you listening to? You're so engrossed in this kind of thing?"

Wen Yuan was taken aback, realizing she had misunderstood. He lowered his voice and said, "They're talking about Uncle Ren
." Upon hearing this, Zi Yuan smiled and said, "I see. No wonder you were so
focused ." She turned her face away, smiled slightly, and blushed.

Seeing her shy appearance, coupled with the wanton sounds behind the door, Wen Yuan's heart skipped a beat. He
gently embraced Zi Yuan and whispered, "The woman inside should be guarding Uncle Ren. To find out Uncle Ren's
whereabouts, we can try to get information from her. Perhaps they will mention it later." Zi Yuan whispered , "Do you still want to listen?" Although Wen Yuan felt it was too embarrassing for Zi Yuan, this was an extremely important clue
to finding Ren Jianqing, so he whispered, "I have no choice but to listen." 　　The two leaned against the door and listened quietly. They heard the girl's cries becoming more and more erratic. After a few high-pitched moans , she finally stopped. Zi Yuan could no longer hear any sound. Wen Yuan's internal energy was pure, and he could only faintly hear a few heavy breaths from a man , mixed with two or three soft moans from a girl. 　　Just when they thought they were finished in the room, the girl suddenly cried out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain , followed by passionate moans that rose and fell like waves. Zi Yuan, held in Wen Yuan's arms, listened to the rhythmic sounds and blushed involuntarily. She turned slightly, her chest pressed against Wen Yuan's, her head resting on his neck, and let out a soft sigh. 　　At this moment, she wasn't pulling at her clothes; the robe Wen Yuan had given her didn't cover her chest. Their bodies were pressed together, with only Zi Yuan wearing a bodice and Wen Yuan a thin upper garment. Holding Zi Yuan, inhaling her fragrance, feeling her soft body against his chest, Wen Yuan couldn't resist and gently kissed her cherry lips. This kiss stirred their emotions, their tenderness growing, and they paid no attention . Fortunately, the man called "Young Master" was completely focused on their lovemaking, and the old man didn't say much, so neither of them missed any important information. Wen Yuan gently stroked Zi Yuan's nape with extreme affection, while his other hand slowly massaged her waist. 　　Zi Yuan's face was flushed, her body trembling as if drunk, and she leaned limply against Wen Yuan's chest, softly saying, " Young Master Wen, I... we can't do anything reckless right now." Wen Yuan's heart skipped a beat: "That's true. Zi Yuan are in enemy territory; we don't have time for flirting." He then whispered, "Let's both restrain ourselves." Zi Yuan nodded slightly, shy and speechless. Although they were supposed to restrain themselves, the two refused to separate, but they didn't continue , listening intently to the sounds coming from inside the room. However, the couple inside clearly had no time to talk about serious matters in the short term; the man kept shouting, and the woman's moans were incessant, growing increasingly intense. As they listened, their embrace grew tighter and tighter. Zi Yuan was restless, her breathing quickening and her heart racing. She blushed with embarrassment and longed for the night to end quickly.

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