Chapter Twenty-Six of the Ten Scenes Satin

A silver gleam swirled and danced in Zhao Pingbo's hand, its cold light radiating as the Li Long Sword pressed forward relentlessly. Wen Yuan assumed a stance with his compass sword, his steps measured and controlled, weaving freely through Zhao Pingbo's layers of sword light. He secretly observed Zhao Pingbo's moves, thinking, "This sword technique is meticulously structured, combining strength and flexibility; it must be a masterpiece. However, his internal energy is mediocre, so its power is limited. It's still a notch below his sword-wielding subordinates, nothing to fear."

Having realized that Zhao Pingbo's strength was inferior to his own, Wen Yuan immediately seized an opportunity to counterattack. His longsword thrust out, seemingly unremarkable, yet imbued with the true power of his "Nine Revolutions Profound Technique," honed over ten years. Zhao Pingbo felt a gust of wind cutting through his body like a blade. Even before the sword's edge reached him, a sharp pain shot through his throat. Startled, he hastily raised his Li Long Sword to parry. Wen Yuan's aim was remarkably accurate; his sword struck the spine of the Li Long Sword, his internal energy pouring into it at the point of contact.

Zhao Pingbo initially thought he had parried well, but unexpectedly, a tremendous force struck him from the sword, causing his blood to surge and him to cry out, "Ouch!" His tiger's mouth cracked from the impact, and he lost his grip on the Li Long Sword. Wen Yuan released his inner force, causing the sword tip to deflect, and the Li Long Sword was guided by the force, flying

diagonally away. Zhao Pingbo swayed, also being pulled off balance, staggering and taking a step to the side, about to fall. Suddenly, a figure flew out swiftly, supporting Zhao Pingbo, one hand grasping the Li Long Sword in mid-air, producing a clanging sound of metal. The newcomer wore an iron mask; it was Yan Tie. Zhao Pingbo struggled to his feet, his face pale, unable to even utter a sound.

Wen Yuan brandished his longsword and said, "This must be Mr. Yan?" Yan Tie replied, "Indeed, I'd like to exchange a few blows." He then instructed a guard to attend to Zhao Pingbo, sheathed his sword, and without bending his knees, suddenly leaned forward, sliding swiftly as if his feet were oiled—an extremely unpredictable

movement. Wen Yuan knew Yan Tie was protected by iron armor, but was surprised by his swiftness. He was not to be careless, and focused his sword's energy, pointing it straight ahead to meet Yan Tie's attack. Yan Tie was not afraid of weapons, but Wen Yuan's stance indicated he was waiting for the opportune moment. Knowing the sword must be imbued with profound skill, Yan Tie knew that if he couldn't break the sword, he would be injured by Wen Yuan's internal force. He immediately flipped over, appearing above Wen Yuan headfirst, his head slamming into Wen Yuan's skull.

Wen Yuan's move was swift and decisive. Without moving his body or head, he raised his right arm straight up, sword and body forming a straight line, directly meeting Yan Tie's attack at the Baihui acupoint. A loud clang rang out, and Yan Tie was thrown back, slightly unsteady on his feet, but quickly regained his footing.

The sword strike was imbued with immense power and hit the Baihui acupoint precisely, but Yan Tie's weapon was ingeniously designed around vital acupoints. The inner layer was slightly concave, not touching his body, and soft materials like cotton were used to absorb the force. Combined with his strange protective internal energy, Wen Yuan's internal force failed to directly inflict serious damage, and Yan Tie remained standing. Just as

Wen Yuan was feeling astonished, Yan Tie pounced again, letting out a strange roar, kicking with both legs and attacking from both sides with both arms. His body was suspended in mid-air, yet his attacks were fierce, ruthless, and extremely bizarre. Wen Yuan roused himself, let out a clear whistle, and thrust his sword forward, the tip striking Yan Tie's "Huagai" acupoint. The sword seemed glued to Yan Tie, refusing to retract, and unleashed a torrent of internal energy.

Even his protective armor couldn't deflect the force. Yan Tie shuddered, fell backward, then quickly rolled back to his feet, seemingly unharmed.

At the same time, Wen Yuan's right sleeve was also slashed by Yan Tie's palm, leaving five gashes. It turned out that Yan Tie had concealed thin blades on the sides of his fingers, which could be turned to injure his palm. His palm was protected and wouldn't be injured.

Zi Yuan exclaimed, "Young Master Wen, your hand..." Wen Yuan rolled up his sleeve, seeing the wounds were shallow and unremarkable, knowing they weren't poisonous, and was relieved. He looked up at Zi Yuan and smiled, "A minor injury, nothing serious."

This fight attracted many onlookers from the city, and when they learned it involved Zi Yuan, the crowd surged even larger. Zhao Pingbo remained expressionless, only sneering, "Boy, your skills are certainly not bad, but you can forget about keeping Miss Ziyuan. No matter how high your martial arts are, they can't surpass this Master Lu. Besides, I spent 100,000 taels of silver to buy Miss Ziyuan, can you afford that?"

The middle-aged Taoist was none other than Master Lu. After meeting with Xiang Yang, he was ordered by Prince Zhao to come to Hangzhou to urge Zhao Pingbo to go to the capital. He had rushed here for several days, arriving just the day before yesterday. Today, he was waiting for Zhao Pingbo to pick up Ziyuan so he could escort him to the capital. Upon seeing Wen Yuan's moves, which were clearly those of the "Guide Sword" style, he recognized them and immediately stepped forward, saying, "Good lad, are you a disciple of Han Xuqing or Hua Xuanqing?" Wen Yuan replied, "I am a disciple of Master Hua Xuanqing."

Lu Daoren snorted and said, "Hua Xuanqing's disciples are all so skilled! Boy, come and take a few of my sword strikes!"

As he finished speaking, a sword light suddenly appeared, three circles of sword light instantly materializing. It was the same sword style as Zhao Pingbo's, but more refined and ruthless, far surpassing it. Wen Yuan's vision blurred, and the sword was already upon him. Startled, he parried with his sword, taking the opportunity to retreat several steps, and then formed another sword stance, his arm slightly sore and numb. Zi Yuan watched, and could only worry inwardly.

Lu Daoren began to walk with the steps of Yu, following the changes of the sixty-four hexagrams of Fuxi. His movements were not fast, but his steps were unexpected. He wielded the "Heavenly Gang Demon-Subduing Sword" technique. Wen Yuan had just assumed a stance with the guild sword when he was already caught in circles of sword light, as if ten thousand shooting stars were swirling around him. He was shocked: "This Lu Daoren's skill is even greater than Yan Tie's. He is truly formidable!"

The sword in Lu Daoren's hand was like a living thing, seemingly unpredictable and twisting, like playing with a ball of silver smoke. Wen Yuan was dazzled and held his ground tightly. The guild sword technique was the most steady, and although Lu Daoren's skill was profound, he could not break through it for the time being.

Suddenly, he saw Lu Daoren's left hand, which was holding a sword seal, split and pinch, tightly clamping Wen Yuan's sword blade. The method was so strange that it was unpredictable. Wen Yuan was shocked to realize that Lu Daoren's sword move had arrived. He could not pull it away, but instead, a soft force rebounded from it. He had no choice but to abandon his sword and leap back.

Zhao Pingbo was overjoyed and shouted, "Boy, you've seen it all..." Suddenly, Wen Yuan lunged forward, kicking out with incredible speed, striking the hilt of the longsword. Lu Daoren's two fingers were slightly insufficient, and the sword was knocked away.

Wen Yuan flicked his sleeve to retrieve the sword, smiling slightly, "Thank you for your guidance, Daoist!"

Lu Daoren's expression changed, thinking, "This kid is quick-witted, turning defeat into victory, managing to snatch his weapon from my grasp. If I don't kill him today, he'll likely become a threat in the future." Just as he was about to deliver the final blow, he heard a burst of wild laughter, and a male voice said, "Isn't this the Taoist priest surnamed Lu? Haha, you've come too, this is so much fun!"

Wen Yuan was overjoyed upon hearing this and exclaimed, "Is this Brother Murong?" Suddenly, a figure appeared like a whirlwind... Landing before him, he sneered, "It's me, the Great Murong! Hehe, little sister, come along!"

A slender figure gracefully landed beside Zi Yuan; it was Little Murong. She greeted her with a smile, "Hello, Miss Zi Yuan!" Zi Yuan smiled and replied, "So it's Miss Murong. Hello to you too!"

Murong Xiu looked around and sneered, "Lu Zamao, I'm not going to cause you any trouble today. Get out of my way!" Lu Daoren snorted and said, "Great Murong, you're here to help this brat too?" Upon hearing the name Great Murong, the guards' expressions changed drastically.

Murong Xiu chuckled coldly and shouted, "It's none of your business what I do!" He pointed at Zhao Pingbo and yelled, "Hey Zhao, how much silver did you bring?" Zhao Pingbo was enraged by his extremely rude words and shouted, "Where did this scoundrel come from, daring to be so disrespectful to this young master!" Murong Xiu ignored him, his face still showing a cold smile, and said, "How much silver is it?"

Shao Fei suddenly drew his sword and pointed it at Murong Xiu, cursing, "Big Murong, you'd better back off in front of the people of our Jingwei Prince's Mansion! Our young prince spent 100,000 taels of silver to buy Miss Ziyuan, if you want to force yourself on her..." Before he could finish, Murong Xiu suddenly leaped forward, his movements as swift as a ghost. With a swift movement of his right hand, he suddenly grabbed Shao Fei's throat and said nonchalantly, "What are you, babbling to me like that?" He slowly released his grip and leaped backward.

The attack was incredibly unpredictable, catching Shao Fei completely off guard. Startled, he suddenly felt a tightness in his throat, his body trembled, and he couldn't even hold his sword, which clattered to the ground. His hands flailed wildly in the air, his eyes bulged as if about to pop out of their sockets, and his mouth opened and closed, emitting incoherent sounds. Those around him were stunned, and many gasped in shock.

Lu Daoren walked to Shao Fei's side and suddenly struck him three times on the back. Shao Fei gasped for breath, staggering and unable to stand, his face deathly pale, gasping for air. Murong Xiu laughed, "Lu Zamao's skill is not weak either." Lu Daoren coldly said, "It's fortunate you held back and didn't snap his throat."

Wen Yuan saw that Murong Xiu's attack was incredibly fast. Although Shao Fei's skill was inferior to his, he was still surprised that Murong Xiu had subdued him so easily, almost killing him. He couldn't help but admire him greatly, thinking to himself, "The name of the Great Murong is well-deserved. His martial arts skills are far beyond my reach. I must strive for even greater excellence in the future." Then he heard Murong Xiu say, "Let me tell you, this little girl named Ziyuan is my little sister's good friend. Your Jingwei Prince's Mansion wants her? Heh heh, no way! I'm going to redeem her today. What's 100,000 taels of silver?" As he spoke, he clapped his hands.

Ten men in coarse clothes stepped forward, each carrying an iron box. They walked up to Murong Xiu and opened them all at once. In an instant, the ten iron boxes gleamed with silver. It was unknown how much they were worth.

The onlookers stared in disbelief, some shouting.

Murong Xiu called out, "Granny Zhu, here's 100,000 taels of silver, not a penny less. I'll use that money from the Jingwei Prince's mansion to pay for it all at once!" Granny Zhu, who had been hiding to the side, beamed with joy at the sight of the ten large chests of silver. But glancing at Zhao Pingbo's unfriendly expression, she was still afraid of the officials and said with a forced smile, "Master Murong, it was Prince Zhao who paid first..." Murong Xiu waved his hand and cursed, "You old hag, stop nagging! He paid 100,000 taels, I'll pay 100,000 taels, that's only enough to cover it, not enough." As he spoke, he reached into his robes, pulled out a copper coin, and sneered a few times.

Wen Yuan whispered, "Xiao Yin, where did you get so much silver?" Little Murong blinked and laughed, "Ask my older brother, it's none of my business." Suddenly, Murong Xiu stepped forward, holding up a copper coin, and loudly proclaimed, "Everyone, look carefully, this is one coin. I, your lord, will offer a total of 100,000 taels of silver and one coin to redeem Miss Ziyuan."

Zhao Pingbo sneered, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Murong Xiu suddenly burst into wild laughter, then suppressed his smile and said sharply, "Heh heh, you think this one coin is insignificant? You... " "Damn it, listen to me! Even if you can come up with ten thousand taels or a million taels of silver, I'll still come up with the same amount, plus this one copper coin. No matter how much silver you offer, I'll have one more copper coin than you. Can you offer more than me? Hmph, a copper coin can drive a hero to his death, and you're not even a hero, just a worthless bastard. If

I'm not happy, I'll throw this copper coin into your head, so shut your mouth!" With that, he tossed the copper coin into the air, caught it, and burst into laughter.

The onlookers, seeing his arrogance, were either dumbfounded or clapping and cheering. Some, fearing Zhao Pingbo's anger would be directed at the people, quickly moved aside. Zi Yuan, hearing this string of curses, though finding it rude, couldn't help but smile and whisper, "Young Master Wen, is this your friend?" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "You could say that."

Zhao Pingbo, seeing that the other party didn't take him seriously at all, how could he suppress his anger? He immediately unsheathed the Li Long Sword and shouted, "Master Lu, I'll lend you the Li Long Sword for a moment. Please execute this madman on the spot!"

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