Chapter Twelve of the Ten Scenes Satin

The four men in black, seeing the two naked women on the bed, were filled with lust. One of them rushed forward, grinning maliciously, "Heh heh, both are rare finds, which one should we try first..."

Before he could finish, Hua Xuan lashed out with her silver whip, striking the man squarely in the chest. Caught off guard, the man, before even experiencing pleasure, was struck hard, screaming and falling backward, unable to stand for a moment. The

remaining three were startled, but did not back down. One shouted and tried to snatch Hua Xuan's silver whip, another used grappling techniques to pounce, and the last reached for Xiao Murong.

Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong were restrained by the flute music, their bodies on the bed, unable to separate, so the whip had only exerted two or three-tenths of its power. Otherwise, the man's skill was too shallow, and that whip would have been fatal. Now that all three were at her side, Hua Xuan, in her haste, swung the whip with all her might. With a sweep of the whip, all three were forced back, but none were injured.

Unable to get close, the three men were at a loss. The flute music was seductive, indiscriminate in its effects on friend or foe, man or woman. They could only watch from afar as the two beautiful young women embraced, enacting a live sex act. Their desire was insatiable, their hearts burning with lust.

Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong, however, were even more ashamed. Before them were three wicked men with ulterior motives, yet the flute music was full of pleasurable intimacy. Hua Xuan wanted several times to get out of bed and deliver three lashes, one to each of them, but he could not resist the temptation of the flute music and could only entwine with Xiao Murong. Xiao Murong tried to pull the blanket over herself, but halfway through, the flute music intensified, and her hand returned to Hua Xuan's soft skin.

The three men in black swallowed hard, cursing with obscene language, but dared not approach again. Suddenly, the flute music grew closer, and the sounds of lust and screams outside diminished, while the shouts of killing grew louder. Hearing the commotion, the three men did not leave the room to investigate, but simply stared at the two women.

The flute music grew closer, and Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong felt their hearts pound and their minds tremble, unable to control themselves. Suddenly, a high-pitched flute note soared into the air, and Hua Xuan cried out in pain, her mind in turmoil. She lost her grip on the silver whip, which fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the three roared and pounced on her again.

Hua Xuan, still dazed, suddenly felt a tight grip on her hand; she had been grabbed by a man in black. Startled and ashamed, she tried to break free, but her body was limp and she could barely muster any strength. Xiao Murong was also pinned down by another man, unable to resist.

The man pinned Xiao Murong to the bed, groping and kneading her wildly, grinning maliciously, "Damn it, this little chick is so beautiful, I'm in for a treat today." Another man grabbed Hua Xuan's legs, shouting, "Tang Laosan, let's have a contest, see who can take down this woman first."

The two women were isolated and helpless, just feeling hopeless, when suddenly they heard three hissing sounds. The three men in black shuddered, their eyes widened, and they collapsed limply. Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong screamed in unison. They saw that each of the three men had a wound on their back. A young man was bending down to pick something up by the bed, a long sword in his hand.

He was the one who had killed the three men. The young man went to pick up the clothes that Xiao Murong had thrown on the floor beside the bed. He got up to hand them to the two women, saying, "Girls, quickly put on your clothes and leave this inn as soon as possible. There are villains here..."

He looked up and saw the two women, then suddenly cried out, "Ah!"

Upon seeing the man's face, Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong exclaimed in unison, one calling out, "It's you!" The other cried, "Senior Brother Wen!"

The young man who had come to their rescue was none other than Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan quickly threw his clothes onto the bed, turned around, and called out, "Hurry up and get dressed! There are many enemies outside!" Hua Xuan, suddenly encountering his senior brother, was both shy and delighted to be naked. Just as he was about to put on his clothes, the sound of the flute reached his ears, and his mind became in turmoil, making him reluctant to put them on.

Xiao Murong, watching Wen Yuan's back, felt her face burning. She stood there holding her clothes, stunned. Suddenly, the flute music rose higher, stirring her heartstrings, and she couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm."

The sounds of battle outside gradually subsided, and a man's voice came: "Brother Wen, what's wrong?" Wen Yuan took a deep breath and replied, "Brother Ren, my junior sister and Miss Murong are here." The man was clearly Ren Jianqing, who replied, "You've been tricked too?" Wen Yuan said, "Indeed." Ren Jianqing called out from afar, "Good, you protect the two young ladies and focus on playing the zither. Leave the rest of the hawk claws to me."

Wen Yuan turned around and saw that the two women were still naked. He quickly turned back and called out, "Junior sister, Miss Murong, put on your clothes!" Hua Xuan gasped for breath and said in a mournful voice, "Senior Brother Wen, I... I can't!"

Wen Yuan had an idea and said, "Alright, I'll deal with the flute player first." He sheathed his long sword, took the "Wenwu Seven-String Zither" from his back, sat down and played the strings. With a "zheng," the zither music was loud and clear, seemingly confronting the flute music.

The melodies of the zither and flute were completely different, intertwining and blending together. Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong felt a sense of relief, their hearts calming down and their romantic thoughts gradually subsiding. Wen Yuan channeled his inner energy into the strings, and the seven-stringed zither, both civil and martial, produced a resounding melody, its power vast and boundless. The tenderness in

the flute's sound was no longer as intense as before. The zither music seemed like a long dragon soaring through the misty clouds, making it difficult for the flute's sound to focus, and it gradually dissipated. Wen Yuan let out a long roar, and the zither's sound surged like a river, its power spreading across the land, completely drowning out the flute's sound. Wen Yuan put down the strings and stood up; the flute music had also stopped. Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong seemed to wake from a dream, hurriedly dressing.

They saw a man in his thirties, wearing a blue robe, with a short mustache and a stern face, holding an iron flute in his hand. Presumably, this was the one who played the flute. The man pointed his flute at Wen Yuan and shouted, "Who are you, daring to oppose me?" Wen Yuan stood up and said, "I am Wen Yuan, and I have no reputation in the martial arts world. I suppose it won't make a difference if I say anything." The man's eyes were filled with resentment, and he shouted, "You've crossed the Imperial Mausoleum Sect! Do you think you can live?"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a whoosh of wind behind him. Knowing something was wrong, he dodged aside. Ren Jianqing had already entered the room and said with a smile, "Thank you for making way!" When the man saw Ren Jianqing enter, he knew that his subordinates had probably been dealt with. His eyes widened, and he shouted, "Ren, don't be so smug. Wait until Sect Leader Long comes to deal with you, and then we'll see if you can still cross our sect!" He waved his iron flute and darted out the window.

Ren Jianqing shouted, "Brother Wen, I'll leave everything here to you. I'm going after that bastard!" He flashed out and chased after him.

Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong got out of bed, and Wen Yuan also put away his zither. Hua Xuan's heart pounded. "Senior Brother Wen, what brings you here? We've been looking for you all day!" she exclaimed. Wen Yuan replied, "Don't say anything more, let's get out of here first." The three of them left their room and went downstairs. Along the way, they saw fifty or sixty men in black lying dead, along with some waiters and customers from the inn. Bloodstains were everywhere.

The three of them reached the outskirts of the city and sat down under a willow tree before recounting what had happened earlier. After Ren Jianqing gave the zither to Wen Yuan, they talked for a while before mentioning their encounter with Hua Xuan. Wen Yuan and Ren Jianqing had searched everywhere but couldn't find Hua Xuan. That night, the two of them stayed at the same inn as the women and heard the flute music. Both of them had deep internal strength and were knowledgeable in music theory, so at first they didn't think much of it. However, when they heard the flute music sounded strange and heard women moaning, they went out to investigate and suddenly saw a large group of men in black assaulting the women in the inn, with most of the men killing them. Ren Jianqing and Wen Yuan tried to stop them, but unexpectedly encountered the two women.

Hua Xuan asked, "That person mentioned the Imperial Tomb Sect, what is that?" Wen Yuan shook his head and said, "I don't know anything about that." Suddenly, Xiao Murong said, "I do know, Huang Zhonggui is from the Imperial Tomb Sect." Wen Yuan was taken aback and said, "Miss Murong, you also know Huang Zhonggui?" Xiao Murong smiled and said, "My elder brother has fought him countless times, how could he not know?"

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