Chapter 156 of Ten Scenes Satin

As Xiao Murong and Hua Xuan walked out, they instantly outshone all the other beauties, leaving the guests speechless with astonishment.

Although these lecherous men had brought many women, including some young and beautiful, few could rival them.

Even the most stunning beauties had been ravaged and looked haggard before the banquet, their appearances pale in comparison to the two girls' vibrant and charming looks. For a moment, no one paid attention to Princess Coral anymore; all eyes were fixed on Xiao Murong and Hua Xuan.

Cheng Taihao coughed, cleared his throat, and laughed, "These two young ladies, are they a grand gift prepared by Brother Murong?"

Murong Xiu sneered, snorted a few times, and said, "Keep dreaming! It's already a waste that these lowlifes have come all this way just to glance at them. If they were to run into them, hehe, which one of them here would be worthy?"

The crowd was eyeing the two stunningly beautiful girls when they suddenly heard Murong Xiu speak so rudely. Some were furious, some sighed in regret, but most booed loudly. A voice called out in a sarcastic tone, "Big Murong, who do you think you are, you little bastard? You've come to the Fragrance-Seizing Banquet, what are you trying to prove?"

Murong Xiu sneered a few more times, then turned around and said, "Little sister, who was speaking just now?" Little Murong looked around, then suddenly smiled coquettishly, pointed to the northeast table, and laughed, "It was the gentleman at the second table over there who spoke. Hmm, who is this? Isn't it Master Sima of the Wolf Claw Sect? You're so bold, daring to look down on my elder brother. I won't talk to you later!"

The crowd gasped, "Oh," "Wow," "Ah," and whispered among themselves, "So she's Little Murong. I didn't expect both Big and Little Murong to be here this time. Who's the other one?" Some people couldn't help but mutter to themselves, "This girl is Big Murong's sister. If we really want to sleep with her, wouldn't we have to kill Big Murong first? That guy is ruthless. It seems like it won't be easy to get a turn with her." Many people's hungry eyes then turned to Hua Xuan.

The sect leader, Sima Nan, was a notorious and ruthless figure. His Wolf Claw Kung Fu had made him a force to be reckoned with beyond the Great Wall for twenty years. Hearing Xiao Murong's cheerful and charming words, he was truly itching to get his hands on her. He chuckled and jumped out, grinning, "So you're Xiao Murong? Very good, very good. You're quite the beauty, pretty face, and knowledgeable. Rare indeed! I wonder what you'll taste like. I can't wait to try you!" Xiao Murong's pretty face darkened. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Sima Nan stepped forward with ill intent, smiling, "I love little girls the most..." He was interrupted when Murong Xiu's figure flashed past. Murong Xiu coldly said, "Enough talk, get out of here!" With a swift kick, she sent Sima Nan tumbling over. Sima Nan's martial arts skills were far from ordinary, yet he was completely powerless to resist. He tumbled over in a very embarrassing manner, rolling several times on the ground. In shock and anger, just as he was about to jump up, he suddenly felt a heavy weight on his chest. Murong Xiu had stepped on his chest, and he was immediately unable to move. His tongue was sticking out, and he couldn't even breathe.

As everyone was astonished, Murong Xiu shouted, "Cheng Taihao, if I kill this guy, will you intervene?"

Deaths and injuries were commonplace at the Fragrance-Seizing Banquet, where people vied for the beauty. Cheng Taihao hadn't taken Sima Nan's life to heart, but as the host, he felt obligated to mediate. He said, "I, Cheng, naturally have no right to interfere. But why get so angry, Brother Murong? Wouldn't it be better to enjoy the beauty in your best mood?"

Murong Xiu chuckled and said, "Since you won't interfere, why should I kill him? Killing someone and having no one to oppose me would be utterly tasteless!" He loosened his grip and kicked Sima Nan again, sending him tumbling far away. His followers rushed to help him back to his seat. Sima Nan, filled with shame and anger, glared venomously at Murong Xiu, but dared not utter another sound.

Murong Xiu, accompanied by his son Murong and Hua Xuan, took his seat and exclaimed, "Alright, is this Fragrance-Seizing Banquet starting or not? Where are those two old geezers, Bai Chaoran and Kou Feitian?"

Suddenly, a clear voice chuckled, "Great Murong, are you really as arrogant as the rumors say? You won't even show me, Bai, any respect?"

A group of people entered the valley from the southwest. The leader wore a white satin robe, with long eyebrows and narrow eyes, a serene face, and a leisurely smile. He was elegant and refined, like a hermit in the mountains, appearing to be over forty years old. His robes fluttered, making him seem like a celestial being. The people following behind him, however, were mostly repulsive-looking, dressed in strange clothes, neither Miao nor Han.

Everyone recognized at a glance that it was Bai Chaoran, the leader of the Dianling Sect, leading his entourage.

At the same time, a light, soft female voice came from the east: "The Four Non-Humans have come to present their gifts, Sect Leader Cheng. Have you been waiting long?" A large, jewel-encrusted iron box flew through the night. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that four people were carrying the sedan chair at each of the four corners, while two others ran ahead; these were Yun Feichang and Mo Feishi.

After the "Unorthodox Treasure Chest," four burly men carried a sedan chair, upon which sat a masked man in black, who remained silent—Kou Feitian, the leader of the Four Unorthodox Men.

The three hosts of the Fragrance-Snatching Banquet arrived, and the guests cheered thunderously. Cheng Taihao laughed heartily and cupped his hands, saying, "Brother Bai, Brother Kou, how have you been?"

Bai Chaoran strolled over and said calmly, "Brother Cheng, I brought three Miao girls today as a congratulatory gift. Would you like to see them now?" Cheng Taihao smiled and said, "Brother Bai's selection of beauties is certainly first-rate; I naturally trust them. Shall we share them together later?" Bai Chaoran smiled and said, "Brother Cheng is truly generous; thank you very much!"

At this moment, the Unorthodox Treasure Chest had arrived before everyone, and the surrounding lights illuminated it, making the gold and jewels shine brilliantly. Hua Xuan whispered, "Sister Murong, what is that?" Little Murong whispered in Hua Xuan's ear, "It's called the 'Unorthodox Treasure Chest,' a strange weapon used by the Four Non-People to capture enemies. During the Fragrance-Seizing Banquet, they would choose the most beautiful girl from among those who were to be given as a congratulatory gift, lock her inside, and present her to their master. When Kou Feitian hosted the banquet himself, he didn't use this treasure chest."

Upon hearing this, Hua Xuan seemed to understand something, then suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "So... could it be that Sister Ziyuan is being locked inside?"

She quickly glanced at Little Murong and saw her solemn expression, realizing it was indeed possible. Her heart pounded, and she gently... "What do we do now?" asked a voice. Little Murong replied, "We have to snatch the chest before they open it. We absolutely cannot let them open the treasure chest." Hua Xuan asked, "Why can't we open the chest?" Little Murong whispered, "When they imprison the girls for the Fragrance-Snatching Banquet, they always strip them naked first. We can't let Sister Ziyuan be embarrassed!" Upon hearing this, Hua Xuan blushed slightly and whispered, "These people are despicable!"

Just then, Cheng Taihao said, "Since all the guests have arrived, let the Fragrance-Snatching Banquet begin..." Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter and cheers, clapping and applauding. Cheng Taihao smiled slightly and said, "I, Cheng, will offer a few small gifts to everyone as a starting point." He clapped his hands as he spoke.

A moment later, "Red-crowned Crane" He Silai led a group of disciples, bringing sixteen women to the banquet.

Upon inspection, the crowd saw that the sixteen women were all beautiful young girls, varying in size and shape, each with their own unique charm. They were all dressed in light, thin blouses, their breasts partially exposed, their bound feet naked. Some of their expressions showed shame and fear, some sorrow, and some were even sobbing. Cheng Taihao announced loudly, "These sixteen girls will remain here. You may enjoy them as you please, but please be careful..." He smiled and added, "These girls are all still virgins, so please be gentle with them. Killing one means one less to take advantage of."

Hearing this, the crowd burst into laughter, some laughing wildly, some laughing strangely, and most laughing lewdly. One of them shouted, "Master Cheng is right. We all need to be more restrained. Don't go all out every time to get more results!" Another voice came from the side, "If we kill all the women, won't we just be able to fuck each other's asses?" One of them cursed, "Damn it! You like to sleep with pretty boys, but I'm not doing that!" Another person shouted, "We'll do it, but how do we know if we'll kill them?" Another person laughed, "Your dick is so small, it's only good for you, how can it kill any women? Don't worry about it!" The first person got angry and raised his fist to hit him, and there was another round of angry cursing and laughter from both sides.

A torrent of vulgarities filled the air. Hua Xuan blushed crimson, both ashamed and embarrassed. She lowered her head, clutching her skirt, thinking, "These people are shameless, speaking such filthy language." She had always been fond of Wen Yuan, her ears accustomed to his refined manners; she had never heard such vulgarities before. Even the seasoned Murong Xiu, who had long been a seasoned figure in the martial world, blushed and refused to listen further, thinking, "They're all bastards; nothing good comes out of their mouths."

Murong Xiu sat to the side, his face grave, gazing at the improperly placed treasure chest, his fingers lightly tapping the scabbard of his sword, lost in thought.

At this moment, many lecherous men rushed forward. In no time, all sixteen girls were dragged into the feast, cries of pain and laughter echoing through the air. The lewd banquet had begun.

Of the remaining three of the Four Non-Humans, Yun Feichang was the most lecherous. He could no longer restrain himself. Upon seeing Hua Xuan, he noticed her youthful appearance and captivating beauty, and was overjoyed. He appeared before her in a flash, chuckled sinisterly, and said, "Little girl, Grandpa's going to teach you something wonderful!" He reached out to grab Hua Xuan.

Hua Xuan, startled, quickly dodged and hid behind Xiao Murong. Xiao Murong scratched his face with his finger and laughed, "You old geezer, aren't you ashamed! At seventy or eighty years old, you still want to mess with my sister?" Yun Feichang leered, "If I don't touch her, I can touch you!" His hands swiftly reached out to grab her breasts.

Suddenly, a sword light flashed across the room, its green blade striking. Forced by the force, Yun Feichang hastily retreated a step. The sword light crisscrossed in all directions, making a sharp sound—it was Murong Xiu's "Great Vertical and Horizontal Sword Technique"—a series of sword moves. He chuckled coldly, his eyebrows furrowing, and shouted, "Anyone who doesn't know what's good for them, come at me! If you touch even a speck of my little sister's skin, I'll skin you alive!" These words, imbued with inner force, were projected far and wide, causing a deafening roar in everyone's ears. Those with weaker skills almost lost their footing.

Yun Fei spat and cursed, "You brat, going against your grandpa?" He knew Murong Xiu was a powerful martial artist, and hearing the lewd sounds and cries all around, he was already burning with lust, eager to find a woman to vent his desires. He had no intention of fighting him and turned to leave. He encountered a young man embracing a young woman, shamelessly groping her, and immediately cried out, "Little brat, grandpa's here to steal your incense! Watch out!" He then moved swiftly and struck out with a palm.

The young man, having just snatched a beauty and was gleefully engaging in foreplay, heard Yun Feichang's cry. He turned and struck, only to realize the man was one of the Four Non-Humans. Terrified, he had no time to dodge and was instantly killed by Yun Feichang's blow. Yun Feichang laughed maniacally, kicked the corpse aside, picked up the beautiful young woman, and lewdly said, "Little sister, be good, grandpa will pamper you!" He roughly tore open her skirt, pulled out his penis, and was about to insert it. The young woman was already pale with fright, whimpering and pleading. Yun Feichang didn't care and directly thrust into her. The young woman screamed and struggled, but Yun Feichang just grinned and thrust back and forth.

The people at the other tables also began to plunder their chosen targets. Those who shared the same goal inevitably clashed. Sima Nan, no longer daring to provoke Murong Xiu, defeated a small gang leader, snatched a little girl, and began to grope and fondle her. Ao Sihai also snatched a dazed girl, her eyes blankly staring at the ground, seemingly resigned to her fate.

Cries and groans echoed from all directions, occasionally punctuated by the wanton moans of women who had forgotten shame and succumbed to lust. On the ground, on the table, on the chair, on another person's body, naked skin was violently colliding. Hua Xuan couldn't

bear to watch, unable to bear witnessing these pitiful girls being ravaged. She covered her ears, closed her eyes, and gently bit her lip, feeling an indescribable sadness and sorrow at her inability to save them. Seeing her expression, Xiao Murong sighed and whispered, "Sister, cheer up, we have important business to attend to."

Hua Xuan swayed, opened her eyes, nodded, and thought, "Yes, at least we have to rescue Sister Ziyuan."

Meanwhile, Cheng Taihao, Bai Chaoran, Mo Fei, and others were drinking at the same table, but unlike the others, they were not indulging in debauchery.

They valued their status and were unwilling to openly engage in sexual relations with women in front of the public; all their lustful desires were carried out in secluded places.

Kou Feitian sat far to the side, still completely silent, not even drinking a drop of wine, seemingly unable to move at all. Mo Feitian stood behind him with a smile, occasionally exchanging a few words with Cheng and Bai. Murong Xiu sat watching from afar, without uttering a word. Some people nearby wanted to make a move on Xiao Murong and Hua Xuan, but dared not provoke Murong Xiu.

Suddenly, Cheng Taihao announced loudly, "Brothers, I, Bai, and Master Kou must excuse ourselves for a moment."

Upon hearing this, everyone knew that the three masters were going elsewhere for pleasure, which was a custom of the Fragrance-Seizing Banquet, and they all agreed without hesitation. Cheng Taihao continued, "This time, in the 'Unorthodox Treasure Chest' is the famous beauty of the West Lake Water Swallow Pavilion, Miss Ziyuan..."

Xiao Murong and Hua Xuan's bodies trembled simultaneously, and they both looked towards the treasure chest. A chorus of exclamations erupted from the guests, their faces filled with anticipation. These lecherous men had almost all heard of Zi Yuan, and some had even planned to abduct her from West Lake during the Fragrance-Snatching Banquet. However, Zi Yuan had already left with Wen Yuan, and their attempts had all failed. Seeing Cheng Taihao receive such a generous gift, their envy was palpable.

Cheng Taihao continued, "It would be impolite for me to enjoy this all by myself, but this is the custom of the Fragrance-Snatching Banquet. Since Master Kou has bestowed such a generous gift, if no one else is willing to accept it, I will have no choice but to accept it.

Now, please, Second Master Yun and Fourth Master Mo, open the chest. Even if we cannot taste it ourselves, we can at least catch a glimpse of Miss Zi Yuan's beauty."

The crowd cheered, their anticipation growing as they waited for the treasure chest to open. Yun Feichang, abandoning the woman he had ravaged and who was now covered in filth, put on his trousers and, along with Mo Fei, went to the treasure chest, each taking out two keys.

Everyone held their breath, anticipating the opening of the Unorthodox Treasure Chest, when suddenly a green shadow flashed, and someone shouted, "Wait!"

Cheng Taihao, Bai Chaoran, and the others looked in the direction of the voice and saw that Murong Xiu had arrived in front of the treasure chest, long sword in hand, wielding two swords in quick succession, forcing Yun Feichang and Mo Fei to take a step back. He sneered and said, "Cheng Taihao, the rules of the Fragrance-Seizing Banquet don't say that I can't take your grand gift, do they?"

Cheng Taihao raised his eyebrows slightly, then calmly said, "Brother Murong, you've also taken a liking to this Ziyuan girl?" Murong Xiu sneered, "That's none of your business! Hehe, are you going to make a move or not?"

At the Fragrance-Seizing Banquet, no one had ever dared to provoke the three great masters, Cheng Taihao, Bai Chaoran, and Kou Feitian, let alone take the top-quality congratulatory gift from the Unorthodox Treasure Chest. Seeing Murong Xiu's boldness, everyone became noisy. Although Cheng Taihao was surprised, he was not afraid. He thought to himself, "While the Murong brothers are quite famous, are they any bigger than 'Ten Thousand Mile Flying Roc'?" He immediately smiled and said, "I'm happy to oblige, but may I ask who your gift is, Brother Murong? Is it to that young lady, or your younger sister?"

Murong Xiu raised his eyebrows and said, "I have no intention of losing, so I have no gift!" Cheng Taihao said, "That won't do, that would break the rules." Murong Xiu cursed, "If I lose, I'll cut off my head, okay?" ? Cheng Taihao smiled and said, "What's the use of your head?" I don't need it. "

Little Murong said in her heart: "If eldest brother can't beat Cheng Taihao one on one, the three of us will have no other way to save Sister Ziyuan. We have to take a gamble no matter what. If big brother really loses, I will find an opportunity to sneak attack Cheng Taihao, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope. He stood up and was about to speak when he suddenly heard Hua Xuan shout: "I am the gift, Cheng Taihao, you can fight me!" "

When everyone heard this, they all looked at Hua Xuan. Little Murong was shocked and said: "Sister, you can't do it..."

Hua Xuan had already rushed forward, stood behind Murong Xiu, took a deep breath, and looked very calm.

Cheng Taihao looked at her briefly, and said with a smile: "Very good, that's all. What's your name? "Hua Xuan said: "My name is Hua Xuan." Cheng Taihao smiled and said: "Okay, little girl, you are quite brave. He turned to Murong Xiu and said, "Brother Murong, how are you doing?" "

Murong Xiu sneered, saying, "She's just here to hang around. I guarantee you won't have a chance to touch a hair on her head!"

He brandished his longsword, unleashing a "Cross Sword" move—two sword strikes, one vertical and one horizontal, arriving without warning, extremely fierce and powerful. A black shadow flashed, Cheng Taihao's cloak billowed, and he had already floated several feet away, not even touching the remaining force of the sword energy. The wonder of his lightness skill was truly unimaginable. The Yunxiao Sect members cheered in unison.

Little Murong rushed to Hua Xuan's side, tugged at her clothes, and whispered angrily, "What are you doing? You... how can you be my brother's gift?" Hua Xuan's gaze was firm, and she said, "Because I want to save Sister Ziyuan!"

Little Murong slapped her forehead, slumped her shoulders, and sighed, "Reckless!" She slapped Hua Xuan's shoulder hard and whispered, "Absolutely not, you can't handle that guy Cheng Taihao! If my brother loses, let me do it..."

Hua Xuan refused to listen, shook her head vigorously, and said softly, "Sister Murong, I can do it!"

Little Murong saw her expression, which seemed confident, and was very surprised. Just as she was about to ask again, she suddenly heard a loud crash of breaking cups and bowls. A table was cleaved into nine pieces by Murong Xiu's "well-shaped sword," and dishes and bowls were scattered all over the floor.

By this time, Cheng Taihao had already dodged three moves with his superb lightness skill, saying, "Brother Murong, you've come from afar as a guest. I, Cheng, have given you three moves. Now it's time to retaliate." Murong Xiu sneered, "You dodged three moves, but your words are quite eloquent!"

He slashed horizontally at Cheng Taihao with his sword, but before the blade even touched him, the wind from the sword already carried a sharp force.

Suddenly, Cheng Taihao's figure rose up, his palms parted, and his cloak billowed in mid-air, plunging the surroundings into darkness. The light from the torches and lanterns was blown outwards by a raging wind, like dark clouds obscuring the sky, a storm brewing. The sheer power of this aura was like that of a giant roc soaring through the sky, truly extraordinary. Murong Xiu's clothes fluttered, but his feet were rooted to the ground, unmoved, his cold smile undiminished.

Cheng Taihao roared sharply, his palms unleashing their divine power, and he pounced down with unparalleled ferocity. Those watching intently, anticipating the first clash between the two, were suddenly struck by a burst of golden light in the darkness, resembling the rising sun, eclipsing the full moon's radiance.

A brilliant golden light descended from the sky, accompanied by two streaks of purple light, weaving together into layers of magnificent and unpredictable light and shadow, instantly enveloping Cheng Taihao.

Cheng Taihao was startled and shouted, "Who goes there?" His cloak billowed outwards, repelling the golden and purple light, and he and Murong Xiu simultaneously turned and landed to the side. Murong Xiu remained standing, glancing back sideways. A woman's voice angrily shouted, "Cheng Taihao, do you still recognize this Golden-Winged Blade?"

Before the banquet, two tall and elegant women had appeared, one dressed in gold, the other in purple. The two great masters of the Western Sect of the Cloud Soaring Sect, "Golden-Winged Phoenix" Hu Yanfeng and "Heavenly Palace Purple Luan" Qin Panying, had arrived together.

Cheng Taihao rolled up his cloak, his expression changing drastically. Hu Yanfeng's face was also frosty as she coldly stared at Cheng Taihao. The leaders of the East and West branches of the Yunxiao Sect stood facing each other. Those who didn't know the inside story only knew that two more beautiful women had arrived and were shouting and laughing strangely again.

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