Chapter Two of Ten Scenes Satin

Xiang Yang turned around and asked, "What is it?" Zhao Wanyan pursed her lips, hesitating to speak, before finally saying, "I... let's not stay at the village inn, let's stay here tonight... okay?"

Xiang Yang was quite surprised and asked, "Why is that?" Zhao Wanyan blushed and said, "There might be some people in the village looking for me..." Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Are you worried about those bandits, Miss Zhao? Don't worry about that. Even if there are ten times more of them, I, Xiang, can handle them just as well."

Zhao Wanyan hurriedly shook her head and said, "It's not them... I... I just don't want to be found by those people..."

Xiang Yang was surprised, seeing Zhao Wanyan's delicate eyebrows furrowed, as if she didn't know how to phrase her words. He then said, "If you have something you're having trouble saying, I won't ask. What's wrong with not staying at

an inn? I'm just afraid you might not be comfortable sleeping in the middle of nowhere." Zhao Wanyan's face lit up with joy, her dimples appearing slightly. She said softly, "Thank you so much, Young Master Xiang." Then she blushed again and whispered, "I need to ask you for another favor..." Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Please, speak freely."

Zhao Wanyan's face turned completely red, her hands clasped tightly together. She turned her head away, and a whisper, barely audible, could be heard: "Please... please, Young Master Xiang, look around to see if anyone is there... I... I want to... I want to take a bath in the river..." She didn't dare to look up at all, her fingers rubbing together, appearing both shy and uneasy.

Xiang Yang laughed heartily, channeled his inner strength, and used his lightness skill to leap across the bridge and through the forest. He looked around swiftly, circled back to his original spot, and said, "There are people, but only two: you, young lady, and myself. What should we do?"

Zhao Wanyan's heart pounded. She whispered, "Thank you, Young Master Xiang… um… you…" Xiang Yang clapped his hands and said, "That's it. I'll just take a nap behind the bridge pier. I absolutely won't peek at you." Zhao Wanyan hummed in agreement and then said, "It's best… best not to sleep. What if someone comes? I… I…" Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Alright, I'll go stand guard." He strode away, waded into the river, and stood on the other side of the bridge.

Zhao Wanyan watched his retreating figure, suddenly feeling a flush on her face. She thought to herself, "I'm afraid someone might peek, but why am I not worried about him assaulting me?"

She slowly walked to the riverbank, her mind a jumble of thoughts. The thought of a dashing man on the other side of the bridge, while she bathed here, filled her with increasing shyness, yet also a strange sense of relief. She felt he was bright and cheerful, and there was no need for suspicion. Lost in thought, she gently removed Xiang Yang's outer robe and untied her tattered silk garment, revealing a beauty rarely seen in the world, like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis…

Xiang Yang, on the other side of the bridge pier, couldn't see what was happening in the river, but thanks to his superior internal strength, he could hear everything clearly. He heard the rustling of clothes being removed, the sound of feet stepping in the shallow water, and the splashing of water, occasionally punctuated by a soft, melodious laugh. He didn't know what lay beyond the bridge, yet his heart pounded, and he didn't turn his head.

Xiang Yang took a deep breath, exhaled sharply, and calmed himself slightly. Suddenly, he heard Zhao Wanyan cry out in surprise. His heart skipped a beat, thinking, "Could someone have come without my noticing!" His mind raced, and he leaped up, instantly crossing the bridge. He was about to chase away the intruder when he froze.

Under the half-moon's glow, the moonlight cast a shadow on Zhao Wanyan's profile, highlighting her slender figure, graceful and elegant. Her skin, like soft, white jade, seemed to blend seamlessly with the moonlight. What was the river about? It wasn't anyone trespassing, but a golden koi leaping from the river's surface, rising right in front of her. Xiang Yang reacted swiftly, witnessing this scene. The golden koi was exceptionally beautiful, yet even it couldn't match the exquisite, flawless, and ethereal beauty of Zhao Wanyan's body. With a leap, the koi's body gently glided over her shapely breasts, giving them a slight bounce. A fish tail trailed a spray of water, drenching Zhao Wanyan. Already soaked, she seemed draped in fine crystals. With a splash, the golden carp returned to the water.

Zhao Wanyan gently touched her chest with her left hand, bending down to look into the water. Her once disheveled hair was now as smooth as silk, flowing freely, creating ripples in the water. The golden carp had vanished. A smile appeared on Zhao Wanyan's face as she murmured to herself, "Such a beautiful carp, this is the first time I've ever seen one..." Suddenly, she sensed a figure beside her. Turning her head, she saw Xiang Yang had crossed the bridge, staring at her intently.

"Ah!" Zhao Wanyan was both surprised and embarrassed. She covered her chest with her hands and quickly hid in the water, only her head remaining above the surface.

Xiang Yang snapped out of his daze and cried out, "I'm so sorry!" He quickly climbed back behind the bridge, catching his breath. He was still lost in reverie, the beautiful scene from just moments ago etched deeply into his mind, one he feared he would never forget.

Although he was forthright and straightforward with women, he held them in the highest esteem and had never seen a naked girl before, let alone such a beautiful one. He didn't know how Zhao Wanyan would react, thinking, "Whether she hits or scolds me, it's my own fault. I rushed out without understanding the situation, causing her unnecessary embarrassment." He couldn't help but think of her in the water, and became flustered and agitated, striking twice with his palms, leaving handprints on the stone bridge pier. He didn't even notice that the bridge was a work of art.

After some time, Xiang Yang heard Zhao Wanyan calling, "Young Master Xiang, Young Master Xiang..."

He stepped off the bridge and saw that Zhao Wanyan had already put on his robe. Her own upper garments were washed clean, but not yet dry, hanging on a small tree. The large men's robe and long skirt looked quite amusing; under normal circumstances, Xiang Yang would have laughed out loud, but the atmosphere was too awkward, and neither of them could speak. Zhao Wanyan's skin was as bright as the moon, her face as red as frost-covered maple leaves. She pursed her lips, fidgeted with the hem of her dress, overcome with shyness. Just moments before, with Xiang Yang not before her, she had managed to call out "Young Master Xiang" several times, but now she couldn't utter a single word.

Suddenly, Xiang Yang asked, "Miss Zhao, how old are you this year?" Zhao Wanyan was startled, lowered her head, and gestured with her fingers to indicate eighteen. Her heart pounded, wondering why he was asking.

Suddenly, a series of slapping sounds rang out. Xiang Yang's right hand moved swiftly, back and forth, slapping himself thirty-six times in one go.

Zhao Wanyan was shocked and cried out, "What are you doing?" Xiang Yang said, "I am utterly ashamed! You asked me to look around, but I actually saw your body. Your parents raised you for eighteen years; these thirty-six slaps are my apology to them."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanyan smiled shyly and said, "What apology do you have to my parents? You...you didn't see their bodies." Xiang Yang clapped his hands and said, "Exactly! I should apologize to you again."

He raised his hand to strike again. Zhao Wanyan quickly grabbed his hand and said, "Enough, don't hit me!"

Xiang Yang felt her soft hands, and his wrist was gripped by her two small hands. He couldn't help but be moved and couldn't bring himself to hit her. He glanced at her. Zhao Wanyan's cheeks flushed red, and she released his hand and ran away.

Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the night sky. He had only ever known one female disciple since childhood, but Hua Xuan was lively and cheerful, and usually spent most of her time playing with her junior brother Wen Yuan, so their relationship was purely that of senior and junior siblings. Now, encountering this shy Miss Zhao, he felt increasingly at a loss, a strange feeling indeed.

Just then, Zhao Wanyan returned, handing him a damp handkerchief and whispering, "Wipe your face? Will it hurt?" Xiang Yang took the handkerchief, which seemed to have a faint fragrance, and smiled, "It's deserved to hurt; it's called 'getting what you deserve.'" Zhao Wanyan sighed softly, saying, "Alas… I didn't say I blamed you, why did you have to hit me so quickly?" Xiang Yang asked curiously, "Why didn't you blame me?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanyan immediately became even more shy, clasping her hands tightly together and turning her head away. Xiang Yang seemed to understand something and took a few steps closer. Zhao Wanyan involuntarily took a few steps back, when suddenly she was stopped behind her by a small tree where she was hanging clothes. Zhao Wanyan let out a soft cry, and Xiang Yang had already walked up to her. She lowered her

head and said, "Don't...don't come any closer! I...I..." Xiang Yang was already feeling uneasy, but when he heard her soft voice, he couldn't help but reach out and gently hug Zhao Wanyan, and said softly, "Miss Zhao, if you agree, I think I will send you back to Luoyang after we arrive in the capital."

Hearing his words, Zhao Wanyan was both shy and delighted. She whispered, "I...I promised long ago...Those bandits treated me badly...I was afraid you wouldn't like it...that's why..."

She pointed to the river, then to the clothes on the tree, and lowered her head again.

Xiang Yang gently held Zhao Wanyan, smiling, "Yes, now you're clean and don't need to fear those villains anymore." Zhao Wanyan raised her head, her expression both shy and excited, and softly said, "Young Master Xiang, you...you saved me, and treated me so well...you saw me again...I..." She paused, as if making a great decision, and whispered, "If it weren't for you, who else could...could...um..." She felt it was too shameful for a girl to say such things, and finally couldn't continue, but her meaning was obvious. Without further hesitation, Xiang Yang tightly embraced the beauty in his arms and kissed her lips.

"Ah..." Zhao Wanyan's soft cry was cut short as her pink lips were sealed with a kiss. Her starry eyes opened slightly, her long eyelashes trembling gently. For a moment, she felt a warm, limp sensation throughout her body, unable to muster any strength. Only after the kiss ended did she slowly open her eyes, her eyes slightly moist.

Xiang Yang gently laid Zhao Wanyan down on the grass, carefully untying the belt of her robe, as if handling a precious gem, afraid of even the slightest damage. He pulled the robe open, gently pulling it aside to reveal her fair skin. Zhao Wanyan sighed softly, her delicate breasts swaying slightly restlessly.

"Miss Zhao...?" Xiang Yang pulled her robe open to her shoulders, stopped, and gazed at Zhao Wanyan. Zhao Wanyan lay weakly, turning her flushed face away, slightly relaxing her hands.

Xiang Yang supported her back with his right hand, extending his left hand to let the robe slide down her shoulders, through her arms, and onto the grass.

Now, Zhao Wanyan's upper body was completely exposed. Unable to suppress the overwhelming embarrassment, Zhao Wanyan covered half of her pretty face with her right hand.

"Ah... I'm so embarrassed..." Zhao Wanyan dared not look at Xiang Yang at all, and closed her eyes again. Even so, she still felt the evening breeze blowing between her legs, because her long skirt had been gently removed. Zhao Wanyan asked softly, "What... what am I wearing?" Xiang Yang gently kissed her ear and laughed, "Nothing!" Zhao Wanyan made a soft "Mmm," her lips pressed tightly together, her whole body immediately tensing up, letting out a soft breath, still not daring to open her eyes. Until she felt as if her body was being pressed down, knowing that the time had finally come, she groggily opened her eyes, and Xiang Yang was already on top of her, giving her a reassuring smile.

A naked young couple, in this lush green grass. Zhao Wanyan tried her best to suppress her shyness and whispered, "Young Master Xiang... please... um... be careful..." As soon as she finished speaking, she felt incredibly embarrassed by her choice of words. The word "careful" was really inappropriate for the situation.

Xiang Yang smiled and said, "A young lady is of noble birth, how could you not be careful?" Zhao Wanyan felt a sweet warmth in her heart and said, "You... will you still call me 'young lady'?" Xiang Yang gently stroked her hair and smiled, "No, I won't. From now on, I'll just call you Wanyan, Wanyan..." "Um... ahh..." Zhao Wanyan felt his caresses, from her hair to her shoulders, breasts, fingers, and lower abdomen... her tender young body received unprecedented stimulation, and her snow-white skin gradually turned a faint pinkish-red as her breathing increased.

Xiang Yang's understanding of matters between men and women wasn't much different from Zhao Wanyan's; both were experiencing love for the first time. However, Zhao Wanyan was far too shy, making Xiang Yang feel he had to guide everything, tenderly caressing every inch of skin he touched. These hands, once fierce and devastating, were now filled with gentle affection. Xiang Yang cautiously elicited Zhao Wanyan's continuous moans and soft gasps, his right hand gradually sliding between her long, slender legs, tentatively exploring the girl's most private parts.

"Mmm..." Zhao Wanyan sensitively clamped her legs together, revealing a plaintive expression. "Don't be afraid..."

Xiang Yang softly comforted her, yet his own heart couldn't help but flutter. With a slight exertion, he spread Zhao Wanyan's legs a few inches apart, revealing a patch of sparse, wet pubic hair, which looked exceptionally beautiful in the moonlight. Xiang Yang composed himself and leaned forward.

"Uh... umm...!" Zhao Wanyan was flustered and ashamed at the sight of a man's penis for the first time, unsure how to react. Seeing Xiang Yang slowly thrusting towards her vulva, she couldn't help but let out a flustered moan. Xiang Yang kissed her, pressing down on her aroused body, and slowly advanced inside.

As Xiang Yang penetrated deeper, Zhao Wanyan's expression became even more chaotic. "Ahhh—! Ah..." With a high-pitched cry, the two were tightly joined together. Xiang Yang breathed a sigh of relief. He saw Zhao Wanyan's hazy eyes revealing an innocent expression, while she let out a weak gasp: "Are we starting...?"

Xiang Yang nodded and began to slowly thrust. At first, Zhao Wanyan managed to suppress her moans, but when Xiang Yang's fingers brushed against her cherry lips, a surge of pleasure seemed to rush through her body, and she could no longer maintain her last shred of restraint.

"Ugh... ahhh... ah, ahhh—!"

The moonlight hid behind the clouds, but the two on the ground reached their most splendid moment.

As everything calmed down, Xiang Yang draped a long robe over Zhao Wanyan and let her sit in his lap. Zhao Wanyan looked at the fallen petals among the grass, recalling the scene just now, her pretty face still flushed.

Xiang Yang whispered, "Wanyan!" Zhao Wanyan turned her head to look up, a faint smile on her face. Xiang Yang asked, "Aren't you too tired? Did I hurt you just now?" Zhao Wanyan chuckled softly, "It's alright." She then lowered her head and thought for a moment, saying, "Brother Xiang, we did this ourselves, we can't... we can't let our parents know first." Xiang Yang smiled and said, "That's right, I should think of a way to prepare a betrothal gift, right? It's a pity I have no family or job, so I'll have to put in some effort.

" Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "No need, Father has always been afraid that I won't marry. I chose this myself... how could it be bad?" Xiang Yang smiled and said, "You'll know when I suddenly become naughty." Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "You won't."

Suddenly, Xiang Yang swept Zhao Wanyan up in his arms and laughed, "How about I show you how naughty I am?" He then kissed her breasts.

Although Zhao Wanyan had already experienced lovemaking, she still remained shy, struggling to laugh as she said, "Stop fooling around!"

Suddenly, a shout came from afar, yelling, "Shameless scoundrel, release our young lady!" Xiang Yang was startled, looking up to see three men rushing towards him, their steps swift, clearly skilled in martial arts. The three arrived in the blink of an eye, shouting in unison, "You scoundrel, prepare to die!" The three unleashed six palm strikes, all at once, with extremely fierce power.

Zhao Wanyan was shocked and cried out, "Stop, you three! He's not..."

Xiang Yang didn't wait for Zhao Wanyan to explain herself. He pulled her behind him with his left hand, shielding her, and with his right hand in a palm strike, he shouted, "Six palms against one! One move is enough!" This palm strike was his master's secret technique, the "Nine Thunder Palm," named after the thunder drum used by the Yellow Emperor in his battle against Chiyou. Legend has it that the sound of this drum shook the heavens and reached five hundred miles. Nine consecutive strikes of the drum greatly boosted the morale of the Yellow Emperor's army, leading to a single victory over Chiyou. The "Nine Thunder Palms" technique, when unleashed, was fierce and powerful, truly invincible and unparalleled in its strength.

The three men's six-palm combo was their most formidable killing move, fast and fierce, and should have been foolproof.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Yang's palm strike immediately countered the force of two of the men's palms. The aftershock of the thunder palm struck, breaking through two more palms. Before the remaining two palms could reach their opponents, they were shattered by the aftershock of the third thunder palm. One palm strike with three forces completely destroyed the three men's signature technique. While the three men were still in shock, the wind from the fourth thunder palm strike arose. Caught off guard, they simultaneously bore the brunt of this immense force, staggering back several steps, losing their footing, and falling to the ground. They still felt their breathing become labored and difficult to move, and their faces turned ashen.

Xiang Yang laughed and turned to Zhao Wanyan, saying, "They're the ones who came looking for you?" Zhao Wanyan nodded and said, "Yes, but I... Ah, be careful!" Her tone suddenly turned terrified as she said the last two words. Xiang Yang felt a chill run down his spine. Startled, he darted back and immediately looked back. Sure enough, a flash of sword light appeared before him; the swordsman was a middle-aged Taoist priest. Had he reacted any slower, his head would have been severed.

The Taoist priest exclaimed, "You wicked villain, you've got some skill!" Before the word "skill" had even finished, the sword light shifted rapidly, becoming chaotic and vast. A long sword seemed to transform into a large expanse of blue-white mist, instantly enveloping Xiang Yang within a four-foot radius and slicing through Zhao Wanyan. Seeing the sword light flashing and even blocking the Taoist's figure, Xiang Yang felt invigorated at the thought of encountering a powerful enemy after his blissful encounter with Yunyu. He suddenly let out a thunderous shout and unleashed the Nine Thunder Palms from a distance. The strike was like a thunderclap, and with a clang, it shattered the rapidly wielding longsword into two pieces, the broken sword flying straight up into the air.

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