Chapter 188 of Ten Scenes Satin

Yan Tie—now Han Xi—stood frozen, staring blankly at Wen Yuan, his handsome face contorted with grotesque muscles, managing to utter a hoarse voice with great difficulty: "You...how could you...how could you..."

Wen Yuan said softly, "When this Miss Luo was countered by me, her internal energy didn't surge but rather diminished, its ebb and flow perfectly balanced, dissipating most of the force. That's the dissipation method of the 'Nine Revolutions Profound Skill,' something outsiders wouldn't know..." As he spoke, he pointed at Han Xi and said, "Uncle Ren has seen her and wouldn't be deceived by her into teaching her the Nine Revolutions Profound Skill. Given Senior Brother's personality, he wouldn't easily pass on his skills to outsiders. So, besides Long Yuqing and his son, the only one who could have taught her this skill is Senior Brother Han."

Han Xi's expression was blank, his lips twitching intermittently, but his eyes flashed with a wild light.

Wen Yuan's shoulders relaxed slightly, and he continued, "More than two months ago, my senior brother saved an unknown girl. He said that the girl was willing to sell her body to ask the Imperial Mausoleum Sect for the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique manual. At the time, I didn't know the reason, but now that I think about it, that was Miss Luo... I should have realized it sooner."

Luo Jinling was startled upon hearing this and gripped the hilt of her knife tightly.

Wen Yuan's face darkened, and he said, "I don't know how you can change your voice so easily. Perhaps it's drugs?

'Yan Tie' has never appeared with 'Senior Brother Han,' yet he hates me so much... The eyes behind the mask can't be hidden. Now that I think about it, there are so many signs, but I never doubted you... Senior Brother Han, whose fault is it that things have turned out this way?"

Han Xi's eyes snapped open, and he suddenly roared, "Who...whose fault is it? It's you—it's you!"

A series of loud clanging sounds rang out as Han Xi's joints moved, his armor vibrating and bouncing violently, an extremely eerie sight. He roared, "If you hadn't stolen Junior Sister Hua, how...how could I have fallen to this state? I...I'll kill you!"

Suddenly, two loud clangs rang out. Han Xi lunged forward, his iron feet slamming into the ground with tremendous force. He thrust out with both palms and wrists, the force fierce. Hua Xuan cried out, "Senior Brother Wen, be careful!"

Wen Yuan, extremely quick-witted, though blind, had already discerned Han Xi's location by sound. He turned and moved to Han Xi's right, dodging the attack. Han Xi shouted, "Where are you going?" His wrist snapped back, pulling the force of his palm back, and with uncanny accuracy, struck Wen Yuan's right shoulder. Wen Yuan groaned and staggered back three steps before regaining his footing.

Han Xi made a grasping motion with both palms, his killing intent palpable, and said, "Only by killing you can Junior Sister Hua be mine!

You've exposed my secret, so I have nothing left to hold back. I'll show you my true skills." A cold smile appeared on Han Xi's face as he slowly added, "It's a pity you can't see it anymore, what a shame!" With

a clang, Han Xi clapped his hands, gathering his energy, and lunged forward. Wen Yuan met the attack with his own palm, but missed completely. Suddenly, a jolt ran through his waist, and he was struck by Han Xi's leg instead. Wen Yuan gritted his teeth in pain, his inner energy dissipating from his palm. His technique, seemingly unreal, was a counterattack with "Xiao Xiang Shui Yun," but unexpectedly, his palm struck nothing; Han Xi had already dodged.

Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong, unable to support Wen Yuan, watched with growing anxiety and astonishment. At this moment, Han Xi's martial arts techniques were somewhere between his two identities, "Han Xi" and "Yan Tie," combining orthodox and unorthodox methods, complementing each other. Sometimes they were the authentic martial arts passed down by Han Xuqing, but at other times they were mixed with exotic techniques from the Western Regions, complex and ever-changing, dazzling the eye.

His two iron arms were like a raging storm, pressing forward relentlessly.

Wen Yuan, after all, was already seriously injured. Although his unexpected attack wounded Han Xi, he was powerless to continue. Coupled with his blindness and disability, he was now in a complete rout, only able to take the beating. In an instant, he was hit by two more punches from Han Xi.

At this moment, it was clear to anyone who saw who had the upper hand. Even if Wen Yuan could withstand Han Xi's attacks, he would eventually fall due to the severe chest injury. Han Xi was also injured and vomiting blood, his injuries were not light either, but at this moment, his remaining strength far exceeded Wen Yuan's, and his martial arts were unpredictable, so he was practically invincible.

A moment later, Han Xi's skills became increasingly fierce. Wen Yuan's defense collapsed, and he was hit by another palm strike. He was sent flying and crashed into the wall, blood splattering from the wound on his chest. Hua Xuan cried out urgently, "Han... Han... Senior Brother Han, stop! Don't fight anymore!"

Han Xi was about to press his advantage when he heard Hua Xuan's call and was taken aback. He thought to himself, "She still calls me Senior Brother, could it be that... she doesn't hate me that much?" Hesitating for a moment, he didn't immediately attack and glanced at Hua Xuan. He saw her with her head down, tears welling up in her eyes, her pretty face filled with endless sorrow. She said very softly, "Please don't kill Senior Brother Wen, I beg you..."

Han Xi raised his palm, hovering it in front of Wen Yuan, as if to strike down. His eyes were still on Hua Xuan as he said, "If you want me to spare his life, I can! As long as you agree to stay by my side from now on, I can talk to you about anything."

Upon hearing this, Luo Jinling immediately shouted, "Wait! Han Xi, if you don't kill Wen Yuan, I will!" Hua Xuan's delicate body trembled slightly, and she looked at Han Xi with hesitation. Han Xi was eager to entice Hua Xuan to agree, and Luo Jinling's words were undoubtedly an added obstacle for him. He immediately said, "Junior Sister Hua, don't worry, I, Han Xi, keep my word and never lie. I said I wouldn't kill Wen Yuan, and this woman certainly can't kill him either! Quickly, agree, don't worry!"

Luo Jinling, however, couldn't agree. She slashed her curved blade in mid-air and shouted, "Han Xi, what did you say? We already agreed that after the matter was done, Hua Xuan would be yours to deal with, and I would kill Wen Yuan. Are you not keeping your promise?" Han Xi angrily said, "You wretch, who gives you the right to negotiate here? If it weren't for me, would you have mastered eighty percent of the 'Nine Revolutions Profound Technique'? If you say another word, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Luo Jinling bit her lip tightly, her eyes bloodshot, and shouted loudly, "Nonsense! I want to avenge my father, I must kill him!" With a wild shout, Luo Jinling charged forward with her blade and slashed down at Wen Yuan.

Han Xi spat and muttered, "You annoying bitch!" His right arm slashed, shattering the curved blade with a clang. His left hand followed, grabbing Luo Jinling by the throat and slowly lifting her up.

Luo Jinling was terrified, crying out, "Let...let..." She only managed two gasps before her breath dried up, and after a moment, she couldn't even breathe anymore, only flailing her limbs in a feeble struggle. Han Xi's face was cold. He tightened his grip, and Luo Jinling's limbs convulsed. Her mouth opened, and her eyes rolled back. He flung her away with his right hand, sending her crashing to the ground, motionless.

Wen Yuan, though unable to see what Han Xi had done, had a rough idea from Luo Jinling's cries, and his face darkened. Zi Yuan and Xiao Murong, witnessing Han Xi's actions, both felt a chill run down their spines. Hua Xuan's face turned pale, and she stammered, "You...you..." Han Xi said softly, "See, Junior Sister Hua, I said I wouldn't kill Wen Yuan, and I really won't, nor will I let anyone else kill him. Come on, believe me!"

Hua Xuan looked at Wen Yuan, tears slowly streaming down her face, not knowing what to do. Han Xi said gently, "Junior Sister Hua, if it's not my choice, I don't want to coerce you. Do you know how much I wish you would happily throw yourself into my arms, instead of crying like this? So, come with me? I'm doing all this for you. As long as you come with me, I can spare this brat's life..."

Hua Xuan trembled and said, "Really...really? If I listen to you, you won't hurt Senior Brother Wen anymore?" Han Xi's face lit up with joy and he said, "Of course! However, you can no longer have any dealings with Wen Yuan. If you agree, why would I kill him?"

Seeing Hua Xuan's uncertain expression, as if swayed by Han Xi's words, Zi Yuan hurriedly cried out, "Sister Xuan, don't do anything foolish! Wen Yuan can't lose you, and besides, this man...he won't keep his promise!" Han Xi glared at Zi Yuan and angrily said, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Zi Yuan looked back at Han Xi and said, "Since we know you're so good at deceiving, how can we possibly believe you? Xuan-mei, think about it, and you'll understand!"

Hua Xuan stared blankly at Han Xi, the image of "Yan Tie" flashing through her mind: iron mask, iron armor, hoarse voice, strange martial arts, the scene of him holding Zi Yuan hostage and threatening her. That image was completely different from that of "Han Xi," they were two completely different people.

She saw Luo Jinling's corpse again. For some reason, Hua Xuan recalled a vague dream. Suddenly, she seemed to realize something, unconsciously shaking her head, yet unable to hold back her tears again, softly calling out, "Wen... Senior Brother Wen!"

Seeing the despair on her face, Han Xi's anger flared instantly. He roared, "You don't believe me? You don't even believe me?" Hua Xuan cried, "How can I believe you? You... you put on a mask and treated me so badly, bullying me, and bullying Sister Ziyuan... You've been lying to me all along, it's so outrageous, how can I believe you?"

These words pierced Han Xi's heart, leaving him speechless. In an instant, Han Xi's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He thought, "My identity has been exposed today. Junior Sister Hua can no longer be sincere to me. Since things have come to this, the only way is to get rid of this brat Wen Yuan and snatch Junior Sister Hua away!"

With this thought, Han Xi's killing intent appeared. He suddenly shouted and struck Wen Yuan's forehead with his palm. Without a word, Wen Yuan ducked and lowered his body, his palm strike swift, but his movements were even faster. He pressed down as low as he could, then abruptly twisted his waist and turned, skillfully dodging the palm strike. The force missed, causing the floor to tremble violently. Taking advantage of Han Xi's momentary surprise, Wen Yuan changed his footwork again, extending his knee and leaping diagonally. In an instant, he shifted from a crouching stance to a flying attack, sweeping past Han Xi's waist and delivering a powerful palm strike.

The palm struck, and Wen Yuan had already drifted aside, the resounding clang echoing endlessly. Han Xi hadn't been able to dodge; the blow to his dantian caused a sudden surge of blood and qi, making him feel nauseous. He was filled with shock and rage, and hurriedly turned to glare at Wen Yuan, saying viciously, "Fine, I didn't expect you could still move. I miscalculated! These next few moves will surely take your life."

Wen Yuan clutched his chest, panting heavily, his body covered in blood, his situation extremely dire. Hearing Han Xi's words, he shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Han, you'd better stop now. If it weren't for the iron armor protecting you, this palm strike would have been enough to bring you down. If we continue, you will undoubtedly lose. I... I don't want to kill you."

Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned. Han Xi first stiffened, then snorted, his eyebrows raised high, and slowly said, word by word, "I will undoubtedly lose? What a joke, dream on!"

With two clangs, Han Xi suddenly thrust out his palm, his iron fingers instantly transforming into claws, unleashing ten sharp blades that lashed out at Wen Yuan like a net, each strike audible. Wen Yuan spun around abruptly, the blades grazing past him, narrowly avoiding being disemboweled. Han Xi shouted, "Where do you think you're going?" and launched three more attacks. Wen Yuan moved left and right, as if riding the wind and clouds, effortlessly dodging each vicious blow.

Han Xi was astonished, thinking, "Even if this kid isn't blind, he shouldn't be able to fight me so easily under my full pressure, especially since he's already seriously injured. What... what's going on?"

In his anxiety, he attacked even more fiercely, the clanging of metal resounding like the clash of swords on a battlefield.

However, no matter how fierce Han Xi's moves were, Wen Yuan was able to evade and parry them, becoming increasingly adept and composed. He could no longer see anything, yet as he parried the blows, his mind was crystal clear: "His true skill is indeed formidable. Judging from his offensive and defensive style, he combines Western Region martial arts with our own school's techniques, seemingly similar yet not quite. I can't see, no wonder I couldn't handle him earlier. Against any other opponent, I would surely have been defeated, but he has one major weakness: the sound of metal clashing."

Wen Yuan was well-versed in music, and since his battle with Mu Yanding, he had gained a deeper understanding of the sounds of all things. Every move Han Xi made, large or small, would produce the sound of metal clashing; how could it escape Wen Yuan's ears? Having lost his sight, Wen Yuan was forced to rely on his ears, something he was initially unfamiliar with. However, the metallic sound was so clear, unlike fighting ordinary people where one could only discern the wind carried by the opponent's hands and feet. For Wen Yuan, who could clearly distinguish all sounds, this was the best guidance. Wen Yuan calmly parried the blows, fully utilizing his martial arts skills. After more than ten moves, he suddenly counterattacked, striking Han Xi's abdomen once again where his defense had faltered.

Han Xi's dantian was injured, causing his internal energy to become chaotic, forcing him into excruciating pain and turning his face deathly pale. Wen Yuan said softly, "Senior Brother Han, stop." Han Xi gritted his teeth and said, "Stop? You... I swear I won't rest until I kill you..."

This palm strike was truly powerful. Han Xi never expected that Wen Yuan's internal martial arts were so exquisite. His iron armor was almost useless in protecting him, and his own power was insufficient to withstand it. On the other hand, although Wen Yuan had been hit many times before, he had not suffered any further serious injuries. What was troubling him was still the knife in his chest. The difference in their internal strength was now obvious.

Han Xi clenched his fists and took a step forward with a "clang," but couldn't take a second step. Wen Yuan stepped forward first and struck Han Xi's chest with a single palm. Han Xi couldn't defend himself and fell backward with a few thuds, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

The situation had completely reversed. Wen Yuan pressed his chest, forcing a smile. The bleeding from his wound was unstoppable. He slid down slowly, one hand against the wall.

A hazy stream of thoughts gradually lulled him into drowsiness, and even the sounds around him seemed to fade. He heard the sound of a door opening, followed by someone calling his name—he couldn't tell if it was Zi Yuan, Xiao Murong, or Hua Xuan. He felt a gentle, cool touch on his chest wound, as something was being applied. In his hazy state, he heard a girl crying and the comforting voices of others.

Before completely losing consciousness, he only heard someone shout, "Something terrible has happened! The Imperial Mausoleum Sect, Long Yuqing—"

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