Chapter 220 of the Ten Scenes Satin

Just as Wen Yuan was wondering what was going on, Xiao Murong looked around frantically. After turning two corners, she saw four assassins carrying Madam Hua's back. She immediately shouted, "Wen Yuan, come quick! There are people here!"

As soon as she spoke, two of the servants turned around, drew their swords, and rushed forward. Xiao Murong moved nimbly, easily parrying a few sword strikes. Wen Yuan had already arrived, unleashing a burst of "Azure Sea Dragon's Roar" sword light. With a swing of his sword, the two assassins were struck almost simultaneously, staggering back several steps. They then launched another attack, swinging their swords at each other. The two streaks of sword light were fierce and powerful, yet they were wielded by two dazed and dying men, a final, desperate display of their strength.

Wen Yuan raised his sword and swung it. The two assassins rushed past him from his left and right sides, staggering and falling to the ground one after the other. Their swords bounced lightly on the ground, making a clanging sound. The remaining two assassins, one turning back to block them, the other roaring as he grabbed Madam Hua and charged forward. Little Murong, having already drawn her "Rainbow Feather Robe Sword," first blocked the turning assassin, whispering, "Go quickly!" Wen Yuan said, "Be careful!" With a light step, he used his "Wind-Riding" movement technique to give chase.

The assassin, rushing down the stairs, realized Wen Yuan was approaching and leaped over the side of the stairs. Wen Yuan heard him clearly, turned, and swung his sword. The assassin turned to parry, but instead pushed Madam Hua out as a shield. Wen Yuan heard the wind so strong and heavy that he knew something was wrong. He immediately sheathed his sword and flicked out with his left palm. The assassin remained hidden behind Madam Hua, intending to have Wen Yuan accidentally injure her so he could launch a surprise attack. However, Wen Yuan used a grappling technique; the moment his fingers touched Madam Hua, the soft force of "Xiao Xiang Shui Yun" pulled her out of the assassin's grasp, his left arm naturally embracing her. He thought, "Indeed, she's a young lady. She must be the one my senior brother asked me to save?"

The assassin was greatly alarmed and enraged, roaring as he lunged forward. Wen Yuan struck out with his right palm, swiftly parrying three moves before striking the assassin on the head with a "bang," ending the fight. Suddenly, the surrounding voices grew louder, and more assassins noticed the two and swarmed towards them. Wen Yuan frowned slightly, thinking, "I must settle this young lady first before I can fight her."

He then whispered, "Young lady, can you walk?" He couldn't see Madam Hua's face or clothing, only assuming she was a young woman. Madam Hua was extremely weak, and managed to say in a strained voice, "I...I've lost a leg, I can't walk. Put me down...put me down..." Wen Yuan was startled, thinking, "This is troublesome!"

He heard the assassins closing in, about to surround her in a few moments. Although Wen Yuan was confident he could escape, rescuing her would be much more difficult. He apologized, "The situation is urgent, please forgive my rudeness, young lady."

He reached out and picked up Madam Hua, using the "Butterfly Dream" movement technique to dodge the assassin's longsword attack. His figure moved swiftly, following the sound of the wind, he quickly found a way out. Although he was unfamiliar with the layout of the pavilion, there was always a way to go where there were voices, so it wasn't too difficult. Whenever an assassin approached, he would use a few fierce sword strikes to dispel them one by one, unstoppable, and rush straight out.

Madam Hua was quite embarrassed by being carried by him like this. She was only covered by a robe on the embroidered couch, unable to tie it up, and from the front, she still looked quite radiant. Even if she were fully dressed, standing so close to a young man would be awkward, let alone in this situation. Although there was a robe between them, Madam Hua's cheeks still felt hot. Fortunately, Wen Yuan was blind and his hands were well-behaved, avoiding direct contact with any of Madam Hua's skin; otherwise, Madam Hua would have been even more embarrassed.

Although she couldn't muster any strength, her eyesight remained sharp. She stared intently at Wen Yuan's figure and swordplay, secretly wondering, "This is very similar to our sect's movement technique, but it seems to be unique and has another skill. Could this be a disciple taught by Senior Brother Han? Could it be the junior brother Yang'er mentioned?"

Wen Yuan returned to his original spot, no longer hearing Xiao Murong's voice, and wondered, "Where did Xiao Yin go?"

He listened carefully and heard voices coming from downstairs, so he rushed down again. Along the way, Han's assassins attacked one after another, each using ruthless methods, trying to stop Wen Yuan and dismember him. Hearing the heavy breathing of the assassins, Wen Yuan knew they were fighting desperately, sacrificing their true energy. He shook his head and sighed, thinking, "What a mess Han Xuqing has made!"

He repeatedly drew his sword, sending the assassins who charged forward to their deaths. In no time, he had protected Madam Hua and fought his way to the first floor.

As soon as they reached the corridor, the sounds of battle from the hall intensified, the clash of weapons ringing out incessantly. There was little room to maneuver in the corridor, so Wen Yuan used his skillful sword techniques to slowly advance through the group of assassins. Suddenly, he heard several women's calls, which sounded extremely familiar. Just as he was about to try to identify them, the voices suddenly shouted, "It's Senior Brother Wen!

Hey, hey! Quickly, Senior Brother Wen, come here!" The tone was joyful as she called out repeatedly. Wen Yuan was stunned: "That voice... isn't that my junior sister's?" Amidst the clash of swords and the whooshing sound of whips cutting through the air, it was indeed Hua Xuan's doing.

Wen Yuan immediately brandished his sword, closing in, and called out, "Junior sister, what are you doing here? You should be at the Heroine Manor!" Hua Xuan was overjoyed, saying, "Since you've come, how could I not come?

Of course I'd come to find you!" Wen Yuan felt a headache coming on, shaking his head repeatedly, "You've come, but who's with Zi Yuan? Besides..." He slashed down a suddenly lunging assassin with his sword, then shouted, "Besides, are you here to fight Han Xuqing?" Hua Xuan smiled, "Well, Senior Brother Wen, you don't need to worry! I brought Sister Zi Yuan with me." Wen Yuan exclaimed, "What?" Hua Xuan said, "And Sister Yang, Sister Zhao, Uncle Ren..."

…Then we ran into those two women surnamed Lin on the way, and another Sister Liu, they all came together. Sister Murong said to me, it's too dangerous for me to come alone, why don't I go back and find everyone together, then both sides will be safe!

That day, in the Maiye Temple, Little Murong and Hua Xuan whispered among themselves. Wen Yuan thought about it and immediately understood, feeling dizzy and disoriented. He smiled bitterly, “Good junior sister, you really are… even bringing Miss Zhao? Don't make her tired from the journey and upset her baby.” Hua Xuan said, “Don't blame me for that, it was Sister Yang who brought her, and Sister Zhao herself also wanted to see Senior Brother Xiang! Anyway, we…” "Huh, this...huh?"

At this moment, the two of them had each fought off their enemies and gathered together. With the heavy obstruction of the assassins gone, Hua Xuan could finally see that Wen Yuan was holding a young woman beside him. Moreover, her clothes were disheveled and her figure was alluring. She couldn't help but be stunned. Then, she pouted and asked in

a sorry state, "Wen...Senior Brother Wen...who...who are you holding?" Wen Yuan had just approached his junior sister when he suddenly heard her tone change. His joy vanished and jealousy surged. Clearly, there was a misunderstanding. He hurriedly explained, "This is..." After thinking carefully, he thought to himself, " Who is this girl? I...I don't know, how can I explain it clearly? He then brought her over vaguely and said, "Senior brother asked me to save her. I don't know who she is yet?" This girl was very weak and had a disabled leg, so I had to hold her. Hua Xuan still felt sour in her heart, and whispered: "Then...then you should get dressed first." Wen Yuan was shocked when he heard this and said, "Ah?" I...I don't know, what happened to the clothes? I can't see it. "I thought that if this girl was disheveled and I didn't pay much attention to it, wouldn't it be disrespectful to others? Thinking of this, she suddenly felt embarrassed.

Hua Xuan was not really angry. When she saw Wen Yuan like this, she naturally believed what he said and said softly: "Brother Wen, you! "Clenched a pink fist and lightly knocked on his shoulder, stretched out his arms to hug Mrs. Hua, and said with a smile: "I'll take care of it. Let's go back to the lobby quickly, everyone is there. "As she said this, she lowered her head. Just as she was about to help Mrs. Hua put on her clothes, the two of them suddenly stopped when they looked at each other.

Upon seeing Hua Xuan, Madam Hua was deeply shaken. She forced her blurry, half-closed eyes to try and see her clearly. Now, face to face with her daughter, her gaze seemed to transform into an invisible force, pulling Hua Xuan closer and closer… A myriad of emotions swirled in the mother's eyes: excitement, pain, longing, and love… Hua Xuan suddenly froze, her mind in turmoil, a hint of bewilderment in her voice. She murmured, “You…you look like me…uh, or do I look like you? You…you…” She gazed at him for a moment, then became lost in thought again, saying, “We…we must have met before, haven’t we?”

Madam Hua was deeply moved. She nodded gently, her eyes suddenly welling up with tears that streamed down her cheeks. Hua Xuan suddenly cried out, his voice trembling slightly and sounding like a sob. Wen Yuan exclaimed in surprise, "Junior Sister, what's wrong?"

He had assumed Hua Xuan had been attacked by assassins, and in his shock, he heard heavy footsteps behind him. Another group of assassins was indeed approaching. He immediately shouted, "Let's get to the main hall first. Junior Sister, hurry!"

Xiao Murong's voice rang out from the other side, coming through the gaps in the countless assassins' swords: "Wen Yuan, Wen Yuan, where are you?" Wen Yuan shouted, "Here! Can you get through?" Xiao Murong cried out, "You're just about to come over? Your senior brother and Han Xuqing are here!" Wen Yuan's heart tightened, and he raised his voice, "Alright, I'll go right now. Xiao Yin, you come here to meet Junior Sister and protect that girl to the main hall. Quickly!" He immediately drew his sword and charged forward, taking down seven or eight assassins before passing Xiao Murong. Xiao Murong suddenly turned around and called out, "Wait!" Wen Yuan quickly stopped, asking, "What is it?" Xiao Murong reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a quick kiss.

Wen Yuan felt a soft, delicate fragrance, and his heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to be startled, he heard Xiao Murong giggle, "A reward before the battle! It's alright, hurry up!" In a flash, she rushed towards Hua Xuan's location. Wen Yuan was both amused and exasperated, thinking, "She really knows how to wage war with a smile." He immediately roused himself, unleashed his swordplay, and fought his way through the ranks of assassins. Suddenly, he heard a whooshing sound of palm winds ahead; it was Xiang Yang and Han Xuqing locked in a

fierce battle. They were now in the outer corridor of the pavilion. Xiang Yang and Han Xuqing fought as they moved, the area affected by their palm winds constantly expanding, destroying railings and cracking pillars in their path. Wen Yuan shouted, "Han Xuqing, I'm here again! Take this!" He unleashed several powerful attacks with the speed of lightning.

Han Xuqing was already struggling against Xiang Yang's bare hands, and under the divine power of the Nine Thunder Palms, he was finding it difficult to gain the upper hand. Now, with Wen Yuan's arrival, it was like adding insult to injury. In the ensuing exchange, Han Xuqing was forced to tumble out of the corridor. Hearing the residual force of Xiang Yang's palm strike destroy half of the railing, his face grew increasingly grim.

The two brothers chased into the courtyard, surrounding Han Xuqing. Xiang Yang shouted, "Han Xuqing, won't you admit defeat?" and

unleashed a palm strike. Han Xuqing circulated his palm force, incorporating the imagery of the Ten Scenes, no longer confined to sword techniques. This move, "Autumn Moon over a Calm Lake," clashed with Xiang Yang's palm strike, suddenly appearing as if the moon and water had merged, causing the thunderous palm's power to vanish. Han Xuqing grinned maliciously and said, "I have mastered the martial arts within the Ten Scenery Silk, and my skill is already that of a learned scholar. How could I possibly be defeated?"

Xiang Yang slowly shook his head and said, "The Ten Scenery Silk doesn't record any martial arts. Your impromptu creation of moves, while remarkable, has nothing to do with the Ten Scenery Silk." Han Xuqing, however, regained his confidence with this advantage, his eyes shining brightly, and said, "Indeed, I am a genius of unparalleled talent. Why would I need to rely on some silk to create such martial arts?" His right palm, with its five fingers making a grasping motion, swiftly probed Xiang Yang's throat. His internal energy was steady, showing no signs of weakening even after a long fight. Xiang Yang dodged and countered, exchanging several moves with Han Xuqing in a lightning-fast exchange. Their internal energies clashed, creating resounding booms. They fought and retreated, slowly moving from the courtyard into the house.

Wen Yuan couldn't see Han Xuqing's moves, but using his ears as eyes, he could glean some details. Hearing Han Xuqing claim to have comprehended the "Ten Scenes Silk," he immediately stood guard for his senior brother while carefully listening to the direction and force of Han Xuqing's attacks, thinking to himself, "Let's test him." He then thrust out his sword, its movement reminiscent of "a flowing spring over rocks," the sword flowing like clear water, possessing a profound and secluded charm. Han Xuqing raised his fingers in a "compass sword" stance, but deflected the sword's momentum with a different, exquisite force—far from the way of the compass sword. Wen Yuan shouted, "Good! What's the name of this move?"

Han Xuqing, who was feeling smug, became even more pleased upon hearing the word "good" and casually replied, "This is 'Spring Dawn on the Su Causeway.' I suppose you, a junior, are too ignorant to recognize it." Wen Yuan smiled upon hearing this and said, "I see. I really don't want to bother with such mediocre skills." Han Xuqing's expression changed drastically, and he sneered, "You little thief, you're only good at talking. How can you beat me with just your quick tongue?" He swiftly moved his hands, still fighting the two to a standstill.

Wen Yuan flicked his longsword, which vibrated in sync with the clear sound, and said loudly, "Han Xuqing, you derived your offensive and defensive techniques from the Ten Scenes of West Lake, while I comprehended martial arts from the music of the zither. But I have practiced the zither since childhood, and my companion is the zither. Have you ever set foot on the soil of West Lake in your entire life?" Han Xuqing frowned slightly, not answering, but his technique for deflecting Xiang Yang's attack was somewhat hasty and not very agile. Wen Yuan continued, “Many predecessors throughout history have gleaned profound martial arts from the landscape. Which one didn’t witness those wondrous scenes firsthand before expressing their feelings? You can’t truly grasp the wonders of those ten scenes just by looking at the patterns on this brocade, even if you let your imagination run wild. Your martial arts will merely resemble the form; how can you possibly understand their profound meaning?”

Han Xuqing was furious, gritting his teeth. He was forced back several steps by Xiang Yang, almost crashing into the doorway. He quickly slipped out of the room and into the corridor. Catching his breath, he laughed cruelly, “You brat, you’ve only managed to incorporate a few zither pieces into your swordplay, yet you dare criticize me? I can capture the form of the ten scenes, but your swordplay can only produce the sound of zither music? You are truly the most superficial!”

Several assassins were on the corridor, and at that moment, they all rushed towards Xiang and Wen. Xiang Yang struck down two men with a palm strike, shouting, "Junior brother, you've broken the old thief's skill, making him truly submit!" Wen Yuan replied, "That's exactly what I intended!" He fought off the assassins, and the scattered sword light suddenly converged into one, faintly shimmering with cold smoke, piercing Han Xuqing's chest in the blink of an eye.

Han Xuqing swung his palm, executing the move "Wind and Lotus in the Curved Courtyard," his palm shadows rising and falling like waves, seemingly intent on deflecting the sword blade and launching a counterattack.

Wen Yuan stumbled, suddenly about to fall, and abruptly drew his sword. The

sword's momentum, faster than thunder, was withdrawn in an instant, without the slightest hindrance. Refined internal energy surged from the sword tip back to Wen Yuan's body, bursting forth from his raised left palm. With a cracking sound, Han Xuqing's robe ripped open at his right shoulder, having been struck.

Although the palm strike didn't hit a vital spot, it forced Han Xuqing back several steps, his face instantly paling. Xiang Yang shouted, "Good!" He was overjoyed, thinking, "Junior Brother is truly a master at countering strange moves! Now I understand too!"

Wen Yuan, relying solely on sound, was unaffected by the techniques. Having practiced the "Seven-Stringed Zither of Literary and Martial Arts," he knew that this level of self-realization in martial arts was not something that could be achieved overnight. He himself had undergone numerous trials and refinements before reaching a state where the zither and sword were perfectly integrated, seamlessly blended. Han Xuqing's Ten Scenes Martial Arts, to Xiang Yang, sounded lacking in depth. Even though his own martial arts were profound, many flaws in the techniques were not apparent. However, the principle of "imbuing martial arts with scenery" in this style of martial arts was precisely similar to Wen Yuan's strength. From Wen Yuan's perspective, Han Xuqing's use of these Ten Scenes Martial Arts instead of his familiar sect's martial arts, or even the Imperial Seal Palm, was like choosing the coarse over the finest.

Wen Yuan unleashed the "Drunken Madness" technique, his footwork zigzagging as he followed up with a series of sword strikes. Han Xuqing was caught off guard and his "Lotus in the Breeze" technique was completely broken. Although Xiang Yang couldn't see through the essence of Han Xuqing's martial arts as quickly as Wen Yuan, he could still see the difference between the Seven Strings and Ten Scenes martial arts techniques before him and immediately discern the superiority of each. The weaknesses of Han Xuqing's new martial arts technique were revealed one by one.

He knew perfectly well: "The Ten Scenery Silk is not a martial arts manual; I've experienced that firsthand. Han Xuqing looked at the Ten Scenery Silk and seemed quite pleased with himself, his martial arts greatly improved, and he even seemed to have gained some aphrodisiac effects, but... that was just his desires being displayed one by one. It was all in his mind that he thought so, and his body took it seriously. It seems his real gain was that his ability to 'deceive himself' had reached an exceptional level. He said one thing one moment and denied it the next. I also looked at the Ten Scenery Silk, but it seems I didn't gain anything directly..."

Xiang Yang struck out with a palm, and Han Xuqing, who was being attacked and was in a sorry state by Wen Yuan, couldn't defend himself. He managed to strike back, but was immediately sent flying by the "Kui Dragon Force," crashing into several assassins behind him and causing them to fall over. Han Xuqing hurriedly got up, suppressing the blood in his throat, only to see Xiang Yang and Wen Yuan advancing step by step.

When the situation turned against him, Han Xuqing's fragile confidence crumbled instantly. His eyes were bloodshot and almost bursting. He roared fiercely, "Xiang Yang... Wen Yuan! You, you all..." His roars sounded strangely different from those of a living person.

Xiang Yang shouted, "Han Xuqing, you can't beat us. Stop and admit defeat! For the sake of..." He wanted to say "for the sake of my master," but then he remembered his years of scheming. His master's death and his master's wife's imprisonment were both related to him. Long Yuqing died at his hands, and Ren Jianqing was once ambushed by him. Looking at the elders of the sect, no one could excuse his evil deeds. So he said, "...For the sake of your past as an elder of our sect, we don't necessarily have to kill you."

Han Xuqing chuckled bitterly, his eyes wide open, "Kill me? You...you think you can?" He pointed at Xiang Yang and roared, "What are you! I can comprehend the most profound martial arts and achieve extraordinary success just by looking at the Ten Scenery Silk, but you haven't seen a single clue!" Xiang Yang smiled slightly, "Hard to say, I've seen...more than you have." Han Xuqing took a deep breath and said, "What?" His voice trembled slightly, whether from surprise, anger, or doubt.

Looking at Han Xuqing's terrifying eyes, Xiang Yang couldn't help but laugh, or perhaps with a hint of relief. He was deeply grateful for Madam Hua's admonition, which prevented him from following any of the "desires" among the Ten Scenery Silks, allowing him to finally glimpse himself.

That unfathomable, mysterious human-shaped shadow, untouched by any desire, allowed Xiang Yang to confront it without any concealment, finally discovering the meaning of this inner reflection. Because it wasn't self-deceptive or hypnotized like Han Xuqing's, what Xiang Yang saw within it was his completely unmasked self, his strengths and weaknesses laid bare, unaffected by any praise, criticism, boasting, or inferiority from others.

His love for Zhao Wanyan, the camaraderie among his fellow disciples, his respect for his master, his hatred for his enemies, the loyalty of his fellow martial artists, his talent for martial arts, his wavering will, his moments of uncontrollable rage, and countless fragmented thoughts… everything was contained within it. Even the evil thoughts or achievements he dared not believe belonged to him were laid bare before him like a clear mirror, impossible to refuse or escape.

If a person is a bottle and the Ten Scenery Silk is a spring of water, then in Xiang Yang's view, Han Xuqing is nothing more than a bottle filled with sewage. Though heavy, it will only become more rotten in the end. As for himself, he is using this water to cleanse the bottle; after being washed and purified, though empty, he can be renewed and ready to be filled again in the future.

Xiang Yang felt refreshed and invigorated. With a slight exertion of his strength, his palm strike remained powerful and heavy, more than enough to deal with Han Xuqing. His experience of comprehending the "Ten Scenery Silk" didn't instantly transform him, but Xiang Yang was content. He knew this would be a far-reaching experience; one day, he would realize that his growth would be a long and transformative process.

In any case, it was better than the Han Xuqing before him, desperately trying to sculpt himself, becoming increasingly withered and emaciated.

Han Xuqing roared, breaking the silence, and snatched the sword from one of the assassins. He unleashed a flurry of attacks—"Three Pools Reflecting the Moon," "Broken Bridge in Lingering Snow," and "A Single Peak Piercing the Clouds"—his eyes bloodshot, his fighting style frenzied. Wen Yuan wielded his sword like a fan, the blade flashing and clanging incessantly, deflecting all the chaotic blows in

one breath. He then unleashed a powerful palm strike, shattering Han Xuqing's sword in just three blows. Suffering repeated setbacks, Han Xuqing was panting heavily, his hair disheveled. He felt his strength draining away, his face contorted, veins bulging on his forehead, his veins almost bursting. He suddenly roared, grabbing back, but not attacking Xiang and Wen, but striking an assassin in the chest. After the blow, he propelled himself forward. The assassin, never expecting his master to turn against him, didn't even have time to feel fear before he died.

Wen Yuan asked in astonishment, "Who did he hit?" Xiang Yang replied, "He killed his own subordinate with a single palm strike, this..." A sense of foreboding crept into his heart. He quickly caught up, shouting, "Han Xuqing, are you insane?" He struck out with his palm, but Han Xuqing only dodged, not blocked. He continued running, striking repeatedly, killing several more assassins, his speed increasing.

Wen Yuan drew his sword to intercept him, but Han Xuqing turned and fled again, showing no interest in fighting. Xiang

Yang and Wen Yuan were not about to let him go, and pursued him relentlessly. Han Xuqing ran ahead, striking down any assassins he encountered with a heavy palm strike, seemingly clearing a path for the two. In the midst of their rapid run, Xiang Yang glanced at one of the assassins and noticed that the muscles where the assassin had been struck were swollen, which seemed unusual. After running a few steps, he looked at the next spot and immediately saw clearly: the area where the palm had struck seemed to be violently pulled outward by a suction force. It wasn't bruising or swelling, but rather necrotic and shattered blood vessels and muscles. Although the skin was intact, underneath was a mass of torn flesh, a horrifying sight. Xiang Yang was shocked and furious, shouting sharply, "Han Xuqing, what kind of evil technique are you using?"

Although Wen Yuan didn't see this strange scene, he heard a peculiar sound when Han Xuqing's palm struck the body, like a rustling and rapid sound, like snakes crawling, which was chilling. While the two were still wondering, Han Xuqing had already rushed out of the corridor and into the main hall.

In the main hall, there were still dozens of assassins, who were engaged in a fierce battle with Murong Xiu, Shi Niangzi, and others. Little Murong, Hua Xuan, Yang Xiaojuan, the Lin brothers, and the Liu sisters were all gathered together, forming a circle around and protecting several people. The two monks, Ying Xian and Ying Neng, were no longer there.

Ren Jianqing, his injuries healed, was kicking down several assassins who had rushed forward when he suddenly saw Han Xuqing charging towards him. He immediately shouted, "Senior Brother Han, stop!" His large foot flew up, unleashing a "Cloud Dragon Leg" strike. Han Xuqing gritted his teeth and dodged, still not engaging in the attack. With a flash, he killed three assassins in quick succession.

Xiang Yang, seeing the crowd in the hall, was initially startled, then shouted, "Everyone be careful!" He rushed to the side opposite Ren Jianqing to prevent Han Xuqing from attacking. Apart from Ren Jianqing, Murong Xiu, and a few others who could match him, the rest would likely be killed on the spot.

Han Xuqing, however, did not attack the group of outsiders. He freely ran and circled the hall, killing assassins with his palm strikes. Murong Xiu was about to kill one of them when Han Xuqing rushed over and killed him first. Murong Xiu roared, "Han Xuqing, what's wrong with you! Trying to kill your own people while fighting me?"

Xiang Yang whispered, "I'm afraid he really is insane." He immediately focused his energy, watching Han Xuqing's movements, waiting for him to turn and attack so he could end his life with a single palm strike. Just then, a voice suddenly called out behind Xiang Yang, "Brother Xiang... Brother Xiang!" Xiang Yang turned around in surprise and saw a frail figure in the circle of people, a fluffy white tiger in her arms roaring loudly. It was Zhao Wanyan! Yang Xiaojuan, holding a slingshot, was protecting her.

Although he was overjoyed to meet his beloved, Xiang Yang was still shocked by the dangerous situation. He exclaimed, "Wanyan?

You, how... how did you get here?" Zhao Wanyan said softly, "Miss Yang brought me here. Brother Xiang, how... how badly are you injured?" She saw the wound on Xiang Yang's chest and her face was filled with worry. Xiang Yang laughed, "It's just a minor injury, nothing serious. But you..." Seeing that Zhao Wanyan was clean and showed no signs of danger, he felt relieved and said, "You mustn't come out, it's very dangerous." He turned to look at Yang Xiaojuan, who was all smiles, and said, "Don't worry, Young Master Xiang, you can face the enemy with peace of mind!" Xiang Yang's heart stirred slightly, and he smiled and said, "Thank you!"

Wen Yuan entered the hall and heard a cacophony of voices, the cries of the dead rising and falling, most of whom had been killed by Han Xuqing. Wen Yuan thought to himself, "Han Xuqing's massacre of his subordinates must be for a reason. If he's gone mad, why isn't he attacking us?"

Hearing Ren Jianqing shout, he immediately called out, "Uncle Ren, are you fully recovered? Is everyone alright?" Ren Jianqing replied, "Very well! Wen... cough, go protect your master's wife and junior sister, be careful!" Wen Yuan heard the word "master's wife" again and was startled, thinking, "How come Uncle Ren is also... wait, master's wife? You mean master's wife? And junior sister..." His mind went blank, and he was about to ask Hua Xuan when he suddenly heard Han Xuqing roar, and the last assassin became a victim of Han Xuqing's palm.

Han Xuqing laughed loudly, his swift figure leaping over the corpses on the ground, his toes lifting a blood-stained steel sword, kicking it into the air and catching it in his hand. The blade suddenly cleaved, clanging loudly, the force of which far exceeded his own cultivation level.

At this critical juncture, Han Xuqing decided to squeeze every last drop of value from his assassins. With each strike, he employed the "Tiger Talisman Technique," using a technique to draw out their internal energy in an instant. This internal energy wasn't something the assassins had cultivated themselves; it was a temporary strength gained at the cost of their lives. Now, with Han Xuqing draining it, their meridians were out of balance, leading to immediate death. Han Xuqing's rapid and forceful extraction of internal energy could only extract a fraction of their remaining strength. This hasty absorption left no room for transforming it into his own internal energy foundation, but it accumulated astonishing power in the shortest time, enough for his final desperate attempt. In

essence, he himself had become a "suicide soldier," his power surging, but without a corresponding foundation.

Han Xuqing had no way out. Even if it damaged his true essence and caused his power to regress, he had to fight this battle with his back against the wall.

He had to kill Xiang Yang, kill Wen Yuan… and more importantly, he had to take back what belonged to him!

With a fierce roar, Han Xuqing's sword, brimming with power, thrust straight at Wen Yuan. The crimson shards on the sword instantly transformed into a streak of bloody light, a swift and deadly blade cutting through the air. The attack was so fast that no one had time to react or block it. The sharp, piercing sound assaulted Wen Yuan's ears, causing him to gasp in shock: "His power has increased so drastically!"

In the critical moment, the Li Long Sword blocked his attack horizontally. With a single touch, Wen Yuan was jolted, his fingers flailing open. The Li Long Sword swung wildly in a wide arc, violently thrown back. Han Xuqing revealed a ferocious grin, the blood-red sword light relentlessly pursuing Wen Yuan's heart—

but with that single moment of deflection, the turning point arrived. The "Heavenly Thunder Without Recklessness" palm strike intercepted the attack, but instead of blocking the blood sword, it struck Han Xuqing himself with tremendous force!

Xiang Yang's palm strike had been accumulating power for a long time, its ferocity unparalleled, enough to shatter Han Xuqing's entire meridian system. How could Han Xuqing not block it? With a fierce twist of his sword, he slashed back at Xiang Yang's palm strike. In the blink of an eye, Xiang Yang was unable to change his move, nor did he intend to, and continued his fierce attack. In the blink of an eye, Wen Yuan had gained room to maneuver. Although his right hand was powerless, his left hand caught the hilt of the Li Long sword in time, moving so fast that it did not even bounce to the ground.

Just as everyone was about to cry out in surprise, this scene was about to end.

At that instant, it was as if a string was being plucked in Wen Yuan's mind. As the clear and resonant sound echoed, "Guangling Zhixi" was already out of his hand. The blazing sword light he raised in his backhand shattered the weapon in Han Xuqing's hand. Amidst the flying fragments of the broken sword, Xiang Yang's palm struck Han Xuqing squarely in the chest, and the half-foot-long broken sword pierced straight into Xiang Yang's clothes.

A series of footsteps stopped abruptly. Ren Jianqing, Murong Xiu, and Shi Niangzi stopped at the same time, landing outside the circle.

Wen Yuan, following the momentum, knelt and swung his sword, quickly sheathing it

. The blade roared like a dragon's cry, and his arm, still trembling slightly from the lingering force of "Guangling Zhixi," could not dissipate completely. Xiang Yang, with extreme solemnity, raised his palm and slowly stepped back, his robes, crushed by the broken sword, falling back to their original shape. Han Xuqing's body trembled like a bell, his eyes bulging as if about to burst into blood. Just as Xiang Yang withdrew his palm, he seemed to suddenly lose his support, his hand loosening, the broken sword falling to the ground, his body tilting forward. The blood on the ground was so thick that not a speck of dust rose.

Wen Yuan stood up, forcing a bitter smile: "Senior brother..." Xiang Yang looked at the fallen Han Xuqing and said, "This one palm strike was enough. Junior brother, it was more than enough!"

"Guangling Zhixi" had shattered his gathered power, and "Tian Lei Wu Wang" had destroyed all his meridians. Although Han Xuqing had not died on the spot, his last breath was already slipping away, never to be regained. When his last ounce of true energy was finally exhausted, Han Xuqing, who had spent his life stirring up trouble for his sect, would finally return to the dust, no longer able to cause chaos.

Madam Hua covered her face and shook her head, opening her lips as if to sigh, but then gently covered her mouth again, ultimately shaking her head. Even though she still had some strength left, facing Han Xuqing in this state, she couldn't bear to personally end his life.

Murong Xiu glanced at Han Xuqing, then looked around and said, "No one's going to do anything, is that it?" Madam Shi said softly, "No need to do anything... Mr. Murong, please don't do anything either." Murong Xiu glared and said, "Just let him die so easily?" Madam Shi smiled and said, "For the sake of my third sister, hmm?" Murong Xiu was slightly taken aback, spat, and said, "Fine!" Madam Shi smiled slightly and turned to look at the clouds outside the door.

The Han family's drama was far from over.

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