Chapter Ten of the Ten Scenes Satin

Ke Yantai clashed his twin swords with a resounding clang, shouting, "Little girl, you don't know your place! Let grandpa teach you a lesson!"

One sword was black, the other red, instantly transforming into a black curtain of red mist. His swordsmanship was swirling and unpredictable, attacking Hua Xuan from both sides.

Hua Xuan brandished her silver whip, yelling, "I told you I wouldn't hurt you! You're the one who asked to be beaten. Don't blame me if you get hurt!" As she spoke, the silver whip soared into the air. Hua Xuan retreated and unleashed a "Valley Wind" strike

towards Ke Yantai's chest. Ke Yantai parried with his red sword, but the silver whip suddenly curled back, circling the blade twice like a long dragon coiled around a pillar.

This change was incredibly fast; Ke Yantai had no time to react. A surge of internal energy struck him directly. Startled, his hands went numb, and he lost his grip. Hua Xuan's whip swept away his red sword. Ke Yantai roared, lunging forward to grab the hilt of his sword, channeling three bursts of internal energy to steady the red blade and prevent it from being taken away. Unexpectedly, Hua Xuan's silver whip was incredibly versatile. Failing to seize the sword, it suddenly extended, the whip tip releasing the blade and striking Ke Yantai's jaw like a venomous snake raising its head.

Ke Yantai scrambled backward, barely dodging, when Hua Xuan's skillful force brought the whip down, striking his shin. He lost his footing and nearly fell.

Hua Xuan laughed, "Isn't that right? I said I'd let you pass..." Before she could finish, a gust of wind circled around her from behind. Startled, Hua Xuan whipped her whip into a circle to protect herself. The man quickly dodged, laughing, "Little girl, why be so heartless? Can't I even have a hug?" It was Zhao Pingbo who had launched a sneak attack, but missed and was forced back. Suddenly,

Little Murong Qing shouted, striking Shao Fei's left arm with her sword. Although Shao Fei's swordsmanship had its unique aspects, it couldn't match the fluidity and variation of the "Rainbow Feather Robe Sword," and he could only barely parry.

Yan Tie, who had remained silent all along, suddenly said, "Young Prince, the important matter entrusted to us by the Prince has not yet been accomplished. We should conserve our strength. Please order the withdrawal of Brother Shao and Brother Ke." His voice was extremely hoarse and unpleasant, which startled both Xiao Murong and Hua Xuan.

Zhao Pingbo frowned and said, "Mr. Yan, what makes you say that? With the three of you working together, what difficulty could there be in capturing these two young ladies?" Yan Tie said, "Judging from that young lady's swordsmanship, it's the 'Rainbow Feather Robe Sword.' She must be the younger of the 'Big and Little Murong.' To capture her, we will surely suffer casualties."

Little Murong, hearing that he recognized her, continued her swordplay without slowing down and laughed, "You do know the young lady's background; your skills are quite impressive." Yan Tie said, "The martial arts of the Big and Little Murong are exquisite. Your Highness, it's not advisable to take risks today." Zhao Pingbo snorted, thinking to himself, "Wouldn't it be a pity to release these two top-notch women? If all the guards rush forward, they can surely capture them." He immediately shouted, "Mr. Yan, there's no need for further words. Make your move now! Everyone here, please join forces. Whoever captures the two young ladies first will be richly rewarded by the Prince."

Upon hearing this, the other guards shouted and rushed forward. Yan Tie shook his head and slowly stepped forward. Hua Xuan brandished his silver whip, his heart filled with anxiety. He thought to himself, "Sigh, I don't know if I can handle so many people at once." Seeing two men with swords at him, he didn't hesitate and used the "Melting Wind Style" to deflect their weapons, then kicked them away with two quick kicks.

Little Murong, seeing the sudden increase in numbers, also sensed danger. She exhaled a breath of turbid air, and with a graceful, swaying gait, she moved among the guards like a swallow cutting through the wind, free and unrestrained, with no one able to stop her. Her

short sword was wielded with effortless skill, truly like a celestial being scattering flowers, the sword light falling in specks, perfectly showcasing the gentleness of the "Rainbow Feather Robe Sword."

Hua Xuan barely moved, maintaining a defensive stance within a few feet. His silver whip protected all sides, like clouds swirling around a beautiful peak, or a divine dragon guarding its domain. A whistling wind pressed in, his inner force emanating, forming layers of barriers. His defense contained offense, his attack like a dragon's head emerging from the mist, exhaling wind and clouds—a formidable force.

Shao Fei's swordplay failed to land on Xiao Murong, and Ke Yantai couldn't penetrate the silver whip's defensive stance. Instead, the back of his hand was grazed by the strong wind, causing him excruciating pain. Yan Tie seized the opportunity

, striking suddenly. He shot forward like an arrow, charging straight at Xiao Murong. His left hand extended into a tiger claw stance, blocking Xiao Murong's path, while his right arm struck out with a palm. Xiao Murong saw that although his attack was fierce, it revealed a significant opening. He swung his short sword, striking Yan Tie's right wrist, seemingly about to cripple the hand. Unexpectedly, a loud clang rang out, and Yan Tie's hand remained unharmed, but his palm struck Xiao Murong's side.

Startled, Xiao Murong was immediately struck by a sharp pain in his waist, as if hit by an iron plate. He flew backward, rolled on the ground, and realizing the danger, leaped up. But it was too late; three warriors had already rushed to the spot where he had fallen, only to miss. The blow was incredibly powerful; Xiao Murong felt his internal organs shift, and fear gripped him: "This guy is cunning; he must be wearing steel arm guards."

Yan Tie immediately caught up, his left palm striking out towards Xiao Murong's chest. Xiao Murong was unaware of how much protective gear he was wearing. Aside from the iron mask on his face, not an inch of skin was visible on his body. His clothing was strange: leather gloves, long boots, and a blue cloth around his neck. Having already suffered internal injuries from the blow, Xiao Murong's movements were no longer as agile as before. This next strike was powerful and seemingly unavoidable. Little Murong's mind raced. He pressed his left hand on Yan Tie's arm, flipped himself above Yan Tie, and thrust his sword tip straight into Yan Tie's hair, thinking, "You can't possibly have an iron scalp, can you?"

Unexpectedly, Yan Tie leaped up and rammed his skull against the sword tip, slicing off a large patch of hair.

Little Murong was secretly alarmed: "He's wearing a thin iron helmet; this is a wig!" Suddenly, he felt his breath catch in his throat as Yan Tie struck his lower abdomen with a palm strike, the force of which then sent Little Murong flying to the side. The palm strike was extremely strange; little Murong couldn't withstand it and fell to the ground. Struggling to her feet, she was immediately surrounded by warriors. Shao Fei was the first to draw his sword and block her throat, sneering, "How about that? Let's see what other tricks you can pull..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Hua Xuan rushed to her aid, shouting, "Get out of the way!" The silver whip swept across the air, and with a "crack," Shao Fei's longsword snapped in two. The tip of the sword was flicked away by the whip, flying straight towards his face, which he quickly dodged.

Hua Xuan crouched down to help little Murong, urgently calling out, "Miss, can you stand?" His left hand swiftly swung the silver whip in a circle, forcing Ke Yantai and Shao Fei to stay away. Little Murong struggled to catch her breath, saying, "It hurts... Ah, watch out for that person!" She

showed great panic. A series of sharp cracking sounds rang out as Yan Tie ignored the whip's force and walked straight over, sustaining seven or eight lashes. His clothes were torn in several places, revealing an iron armor underneath.

Seeing that he was not afraid of the whip's force, Hua Xuan quickly hugged Xiao Murong and cried out, "Hey, what should we do if we can't hurt him?" Xiao Murong said, "Use your internal energy to hit him! Even iron armor can't withstand much internal force!" Hua Xuan nodded and said, "Okay!" She

quickly channeled her internal energy into her hands and swung the whip in a "Tai Feng style" towards Yan Tie's shoulder and neck.

Yan Tie's entire body was covered in steel armor, so the blades and swords couldn't hurt him, but he still had to withstand the internal force. The silver whip couldn't hurt his flesh, but he couldn't be careless in dealing with the internal force it contained. He activated his protective energy to neutralize it one by one and continued to advance.

Zhao Pingbo saw that the two women were completely at a disadvantage and was overjoyed. He walked behind the two women and said with a smile, "Why are you so angry, ladies? Murong, you are injured. How about I help you regulate your internal energy?" As he spoke, he was only five or six feet away from Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong. Little Murong whispered, "Capture this guy as a hostage first."

Hua Xuan replied, "Okay!" The silver whip spun back, ignoring Yan Tie, and went straight for Zhao Pingbo. Zhao Pingbo quickly dodged, but the whip's momentum had changed, and it was clear he couldn't avoid it. Yan Tie lunged forward, already in front of Hua Xuan, and thrust out with both palms. Helpless, Hua Xuan released Little Murong with his right hand and took the blow head-on. Yan Tie immediately stepped back, neutralizing the force, and attacked again. Hua Xuan's single palm couldn't withstand Yan Tie's hard attack, and he could only defend with the silver whip techniques, unable to reach Zhao Pingbo.

Little Murong had just taken a moment to catch her breath and was still struggling to exert any strength. She was getting anxious when Zhao Pingbo approached her, smiling, and said, "Little Murong, don't work so hard!" Little Murong gripped her short sword tightly and turned to thrust back, but her internal energy was blocked and she stumbled, almost falling over.

Seeing an opportunity, Zhao Pingbo, grinning mischievously, made a grabbing move, laughing, "Let me show you my divine skills, are you qualified to get close to you, little Murong?" Little Murong couldn't dodge in time, and Zhao Pingbo touched her face

. She was both ashamed and angry, cursing inwardly, "Is this all the skill you've got? Normally, I could kill you in three moves... Ah!" Zhao Pingbo, deliberately teasing her, touched and groped around Little Murong, occasionally tugging at her clothes.

The warriors cheered loudly, some swallowing hard, some rubbing their hands together, and some glancing at Hua Xuan, hoping Yan Tie would quickly subdue this little beauty as well.

Hua Xuan saw that Little Murong was about to collapse, panting heavily, helplessly manipulated by Zhao Pingbo, and grew even more anxious. Her whip strike faltered, and Yan Tie grabbed the end with his right hand. Yan Tie showed no mercy, striking with a palm that sent a whooshing sound through the air. Hua Xuan met the blow with her own palm, their internal forces intertwining, instantly turning into a contest of internal strength. The silver whip, bearing the combined power of the two, tumbled and swayed slightly.

Seeing Hua Xuan locked in a stalemate with Yan Tie, Zhao Pingbo had an idea. He reached out and pressed Xiao Murong's pressure points, pulling her into his arms. He walked to Hua Xuan's side and laughed, "Little girl, if you keep pushing yourself, you'll get hurt. Quickly stop and admit defeat! Look, isn't it comfortable to be obedient like Murong?" As he spoke, he gently stroked Xiao Murong's shoulders, gradually moving towards her neck, his fingers hovering, about to slip inside her clothes. Xiao Murong gritted her teeth, trying hard not to make a sound.

Seeing this, Hua Xuan felt her cheeks burning. She dared not look away, focusing her attention on resisting Yan Tie's internal force.

Her internal strength was only slightly inferior to Wen Yuan's, limited by her age, but her cultivation was already extraordinary. Yan Tie's internal energy cultivation was also high, making it difficult to distinguish between the two. However, Zhao Pingbo's disturbance caused Hua Xuan to feel flustered, and she broke out in a sweat, unable to hold on.

Seeing Hua Xuan's tightly closed lips, her face covered in fragrant sweat, and her chest heaving rapidly, Zhao Pingbo's lust was aroused. He wrapped his left arm around Xiao Murong Dan, and with his right hand, he touched Hua Xuan's slender neck, grinning and saying, "Miss, you're all sweaty, you must be very hot. Let me help you loosen your clothes." He hooked his right index finger around Hua Xuan's collar, slowly opening it to reveal half of her pale pink undergarment. Shaking his head, he laughed, "Oh dear, even the inside is soaked with heat. If you don't change quickly, you'll easily catch a cold. How could I bear to?" He then slowly touched her breasts. The guards and warriors nearby burst into laughter, knowing that this prince was going to take advantage of Hua Xuan's inability to move, and might even strip her naked one by one.

Hua Xuan struggled to parry the surging internal force from Yan Tie's hands, while enduring Zhao Pingbo's fingers groping her body. She was on the verge of tears. She had always been respectful and proper with only Xiang Yang and Wen Yuan, and had never imagined anyone would be so frivolous and disrespectful to her. With so many people watching, seemingly with ill intentions, she felt lost and helpless. The thought of Yan Tie right in front of her, though masked and his expression unseen, likely staring intently at her breasts, intensified her shame. Her concentration faltered, and she trembled violently as Yan Tie's internal force surged towards her.

Just then, Zhao Pingbo yanked open Hua Xuan's clothes, revealing a pale red bodice clinging to her shapely figure, soaked with sweat. The curves of her breasts, glistening with fragrant perspiration, were visible, as alluring as peach blossoms after a rain. Zhao Pingbo laughed, "Miss, it seems your heart is truly warmed. Let me wipe your sweat for you

." He lowered his head and breathed on her, his left hand gently stroking Xiao Murong's body. The warriors' blood boiled, their eyes seemingly spitting fire. Shao Fei wiped his mouth, his eyes unblinking. Ke Yantai stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly calm, but his eyebrows kept rising and his beard twitched.

Hua Xuan felt a chill in her chest, her heart pounding wildly from the breath, overwhelmed with shame. She thought, "Being killed by this iron-faced monster's palm strike is better than being humiliated by this scoundrel." Just as she was about to give up resisting, she suddenly felt Yan Tie's strength weaken, and his body seemed to be trembling. Hua Xuan was startled, and with a surge of internal energy, she pushed Yan Tie's internal energy back in one fell swoop. With a flick of her silver whip, Yan Tie's palm fell, and his body flew more than two zhang away, crashing to the ground. Yan Tie groaned in pain, blood seeping from beside his mask. He clutched his groin, writhing on the ground.

The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned. Hua Xuan, realizing Yan Tie had been thrown back, was overjoyed. He lashed out with his whip, striking Zhao Pingbo squarely in the chest, and quickly pulled Xiao Murong to his side. Still lost in lust, Zhao Pingbo, struck hard by the whip, cried out, staggered back a few steps, and fell backward. Hua Xuan, having just dislodged Yan Tie, hadn't yet generated the necessary force for this whip strike, so it wasn't very powerful. However, Zhao Pingbo took the full force, still collapsing, coughing up blood, unconscious. Xiao Murong cried out, "Get a horse! Run!" Hua Xuan replied, "Yes!" He grabbed Xiao Murong, leaped onto a horse, and galloped away.

The warriors, as if waking from a dream, prepared to mount their horses and give chase. Ke Yantai shouted, "Wait! Take care of the young prince first!"

He knew his martial arts were inferior, and Yan Tie had been defeated; a pursuit would be futile. The warriors agreed, disregarding the two women, and first checked Zhao Pingbo's injuries.

Hua Xuan galloped at full speed, the wind whistling past his ears, fearing the pursuers would catch up again. After riding for several miles, Xiao Murong, seeing no one was chasing, said, "Sister, that's enough. Let's rest at that pavilion over there." Hua Xuan nodded, dismounted, and helped Xiao Murong to a small pavilion by the roadside, releasing her pressure points.

Xiao Murong breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, "That was close, that was close. If it weren't for your excellent skills, sister, we would all... um." She stopped speaking. Hua Xuan, still shaken by what had just happened, said, "I thought it was hopeless, but that masked guy suddenly seemed powerless, his internal energy greatly weakened, which is why I was able to push him back. I wonder why?"

Xiao Murong lowered her head in thought, recalling Yan Tie's fall, and suddenly blushed, smiling as she said, "Ah, I've got it!" Hua Xuan asked, "How so?"

Xiao Murong smiled, "Well, it's all thanks to how pretty you are, otherwise we really wouldn't have made it."

Hua Xuan blushed and asked hastily, "What does this have to do with that?" Xiao Murong said, "That guy's whole body is covered in iron, impervious to swords and spears, incredibly hard—that's the problem." Hua Xuan was puzzled and said, "..." "Yes, so what?"

Little Murong said, "When that greasy-haired, powder-faced scoundrel touched your body, this iron monster could see it clearly..."

Hua Xuan was startled, only then realizing that her clothes were still disheveled. She quickly pulled up her clothes and said shyly, "So what?"

Little Murong chuckled softly, "Sister, your body is so beautiful, he couldn't stand looking at it, and there... there... it got up. But that's a vital spot, he must be wearing iron pants or something to protect it... When it gets up like that, it's pressed down by these hard things..."

Before she could finish, she felt ashamed and couldn't say it aloud, so she just laughed.

Hua Xuan exclaimed, "Ah!" and said, "So, he couldn't exert any strength because he was in pain... um... this..." Thinking of this, her face flushed, and she whispered, "But it might not be because of me, maybe it's you?"

Little Murong chuckled, then felt her blood and qi become disordered, and said, "I don't care anymore. What's your name?" Hua Xuan said, "My name is Hua Xuan." Little Murong said, "Hmm, everyone calls me Little Murong, you can just call me that. Sister Hua, I'm going to rest for a bit, I'll really take you to find your senior brother later." Hua Xuan smiled and said, "Thank you, I also want to rest, I'm so tired." She added, "It's a pity I only whipped that scoundrel once, next time I'll ask Senior Brother Wen to go and teach him a lesson together."

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