Chapter 203 of the Ten Scenes Satin

Ignoring the dog bite that had befallen Old Ancestor Kang, Xiao Murong immediately circled back to the Bai residence through a side alley, intending to tell Wen Yuan the news she had overheard. Knowing she had inadvertently alerted the enemy, and that Han Xuqing's henchmen must have already secured the area around the Bai residence, she cautiously surveyed her surroundings repeatedly, avoiding any potential ambush spots, and quietly returned to Wen Yuan's room. A melodious zither tune drifted in.

Xiao Murong lightly tapped the window paper with her fingers, softly calling, "Wen Yuan, Wen Yuan!" The zither music continued, and suddenly the window opened. Xiao Murong leaped into the room, only to find Hua Xuan had opened it. Wen Yuan was still playing the zither, with Zi Yuan sitting quietly to the side. Hua Xuan closed the window and said, "Sister Murong, why are you back?" Xiao Murong whispered, "Keep it down! We can't let anyone find out."

Wen Yuan stopped playing the zither, his expression silent. Little Murong sighed, "I think you already know what I'm going to say." Her voice was barely audible as she said, "I didn't go with my elder brother and the others; I turned back halfway. I overheard your Uncle Han talking secretly with his accomplices. They really are collecting the Ten Scenery Silk."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yuan's expression grew even more somber, and he shook his head. Little Murong then recounted the key points of what she had overheard, including Han Xuqing's plot to seize the Ten Scenery Silk, Pei Hanying's manipulation to cause Xiang Yang to lose his memory, and the scheme to use the abduction of Ling Yunxia to deal with the Women's Manor, among other things.

Hua Xuan listened with disbelief, exclaiming, "Uncle Han... how could he do this?" Zi Yuan remained silent, looking at Wen Yuan, who had his lips tightly pressed together, his expression a mixture of depression and hatred. Knowing that he was heartbroken by his uncle's treacherous intentions and that trouble had arisen among his fellow disciples, she immediately whispered to comfort him, "Let's not make this public, just tell Mr. Ren and let him decide."

Wen Yuan said, "Of course I must tell Uncle Ren, I can't let him be framed." He sighed and added, "Knowing that Uncle Han has such intentions, I don't want to stay here any longer, I just want to leave immediately. But Miss Ling of Jin Guo Zhuang is still not safe, and my senior brother's memory hasn't returned, so I absolutely cannot leave."

Xiao Murong said, "Even if you can leave, do you really want to? Would Han Xuqing allow us to leave safely?"

Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Leave the Ten Scenery Satin, and you can leave."

Upon hearing this, all three women were astonished. Hua Xuan called out, "Wen..." Little Murong patted her back, and Hua Xuan shrugged in surprise, lowering her voice to say, "Senior Brother Wen, are you going to give the Ten Scenery Silk to Uncle Han?" Wen Yuan said, "Exactly."

Hua Xuan looked anxious and said, "No, you know he..." Little Murong suddenly said, "That's right, this method is feasible." Hua Xuan was stunned and said, "Sister Murong, you...you also want to do this?" Little Murong smiled and said, "I just thought about it, and this is not a bad expedient."

Wen Yuan said, "Uncle Ren, Senior Brother, and I are all injured and our strength has not recovered. No one can oppose Uncle Han. If he wants to seize the Ten Scenery Silk, now is the best opportunity. Xiao Yin also said that they are preparing to make a move against Uncle Ren.

I think Uncle Han's actions are completely different from Long Yuqing's. He seems to have some concerns and does not want to give others a handle to ruin his reputation. Therefore, he is particularly cautious about us fellow disciples and has always been unwilling to break ties. If we hand it over voluntarily..." With the Ten Scenery Silk, he'll have no reason to target us. At least until he unlocks its secret, he won't be fully focused on us, allowing us to recuperate in peace. "

That's right," said Xiao Murong. "We can expose Han Xuqing anytime, but if we're not fully prepared, we and the entire Bai family might be wiped out. It's better to hand over the Ten Scenery Silk and buy time to heal, giving us the strength to fight Han Xuqing."

Hua Xuan looked worried and asked, "But what will happen if Uncle Han collects all the Ten Scenery Silk?"

Wen Yuan replied, "That's hard to predict." His expression hardened, and he said in a deep voice, "I'm betting that once Uncle Han gets the Ten Scenery Silk, he'll have no more scruples, and that mask will eventually be torn off. We'll just have to wait for that moment..." Suddenly, he plucked a string, the sound like clashing swords.

The next day, Wen Yuan took the two bolts of brocade, "Autumn Moon over the Calm Lake" and "Willow Waves and Orioles Singing," to see Han Xuqing and Ren Jianqing. He explained that the remnants of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect were treacherous, and that with his eyesight ruined, he was afraid he would be unable to protect the treasures, so he entrusted them to his senior uncle for safekeeping. Meanwhile, Xiao Murong slipped out of the Bai residence that night to pursue the group from the Women's Village, leaving no trace.

At that time, only Han, Ren, and Wen were in the hall. Seeing Wen Yuan's actions, Han Xuqing pondered for a moment and said, "Yuan'er, although there are rumors in the martial world that the Ten Scenery Brocades contain hidden secrets, no one can say for sure what those secrets are, so they are practically just rumors. You can keep these brocades as you see fit. Whether they are taken by thieves or not is not a concern. Why entrust them to your senior uncle?"

Wen Yuan replied, "What Senior Uncle Han says is indeed reasonable, but Long Yuqing had long coveted the Ten Scenery Brocades before his death, and may know their secrets. I suspect that the Imperial Mausoleum Sect that attacked the Women's Village..." The remnants of the Ling faction, perhaps led by Long Tengming, are most likely to be told by Long Yuqing if he knows the secret of the Ten Scenery Silk. Therefore, the Ten Scenery Silk must not be allowed to be taken. "My skills are meager, and I am disabled; I dare not shoulder such a heavy responsibility. I can only humbly ask Uncle Han and Uncle Ren for assistance."

Ren Jianqing laughed, "I don't mind. We already have the Ten Scenery Silk, and there haven't been any problems for over a decade. What harm is there in having one more bolt each? Brother Han, I think it's better if we take it. It's better if the enemy comes after us than if they come after us..." "It's good that these younger generation are coming."

Han Xuqing pondered for a long time before saying, "Very well! Yuan'er, your two bolts of 'Ten Scenery Silk' will be kept safe by your senior uncle and master. Even so, you must not be careless. Even if you don't have the Ten Scenery Silk, you should still have the remaining members of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect launch a sneak attack and retaliate." Wen Yuan said, "Yes, thank you for your concern, Senior Uncle Han."

At that moment, Han Xuqing took "Autumn Moon over the Calm Lake," and Ren Jianqing took "Willow Waves and Orioles Singing." Wen Yuan returned to his room empty-handed, thinking to himself, "In this way, all ten bolts of Ten Scenery Silk are in the hands of Han Xuqing and Ren..." "It's in my uncle's hands. The one in the most dangerous situation right now is Uncle Ren. He said he has a way to deliberately create a flaw so that Han Xuqing can steal his Ten Scenery Brocade. I wonder how likely he is? We can only hope he succeeds."

Last night, after Xiao Murong left, Wen Yuan explained his intentions to Ren Jianqing. With Ren Jianqing's approval, the two prepared a set of words to perform in front of Han Xuqing today. Wen Yuan handed two bolts of brocade to Han and Ren respectively, because giving them both to Han Xuqing at once might arouse his suspicion. Therefore, Ren Jianqing took one bolt.

In Wen Yuan's heart, although Han Xuqing was his uncle, they had only met recently, and apart from the respect due to an elder, there was little affection between them. When he learned that Han Xuqing had been plotting for the Ten Scenery Brocade for a long time, his contempt outweighed any difficulty in maintaining fraternal relations. Although Han Xuqing's schemes were far-reaching, it was difficult to find any real crimes against him. He mostly benefited through cunning means, maintaining a flawless reputation and achieving his goals step by step with an air of nobility, leaving no room for criticism. Those in the know could only despise him, but could do nothing about it.

The Ten Scenery Silks originally had no owner, and whoever wanted them was not morally at fault. If someone like Long Yuqing had seized them by force, someone would naturally stand up for him. However, Han Xuqing's actions were secretive. Although Xiao Murong heard that he had obtained seven bolts of Ten Scenery Silks, he did not know how he had done it, making it difficult to convict him. This was the real difficulty in dealing with Han Xuqing—lacking a legitimate reason would put him in a bad position. With Han Xuqing's methods, he would surely accuse the other party of having ulterior motives and fabricating charges to seize the Ten Scenery Silks.

Therefore, it was best not to openly oppose Han Xuqing. Otherwise, if one could not overpower Han Xuqing with reason, one should not act rashly. In the Bai residence, Wen Yuan was quietly waiting for the right opportunity. With nothing else to do, he took out his seven-stringed zither, gently plucked the strings, and began to play a tune.

During this time, Ziyuan was often by his side; she understood Wen Yuan's words, actions, and emotions best. As Wen Yuan played, Ziyuan listened attentively and suddenly whispered, "You played it wrong here."

Wen Yuan stopped, startled, and asked, "Wrong?" Ziyuan nodded, "The 'Autumn Wild Geese' piece has a vast and profound meaning, a spirit soaring through the heavens and clouds. Why did you play it so melancholy?" Upon hearing this, Wen Yuan couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Playing the zither in front of you requires absolute carelessness." Ziyuan said softly, "It has nothing to do with skill, only with state of mind. Are you in a bad mood? Tell me."

Wen Yuan fell silent, looking troubled. Seeing his silence, Zi Yuan suddenly said, "It's alright. The weather is lovely today, I'd like to go for a walk, would you accompany me?" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Sure." He put his zither into his bag and slung it over his shoulder.

The two left the Bai residence and strolled slowly through the streets of the capital. Wen Yuan heard the bustling sounds of people and said, "The war is over, and with Lord Yu assisting the state, it seems that it won't be long before the capital returns to its former glory."

Zi Yuan smiled and said, "Yes."

They walked out of the city and into the countryside, where the noise and clamor had faded away. Wen Yuan felt a cool breeze carrying the fragrant scent of grass, refreshing his mind and spirit, though a little chilly. He immediately asked, "Zi Yuan, are you cold?"

Zi Yuan replied, "No." Wen Yuan nodded, listening intently to the surroundings. Apart from their conversation, he heard no other sounds. He said, "It's so quiet here. Hmm, I hear water ahead. Is there a river?" Zi Yuan said, "It's a stream."

After a slight pause, she whispered, "We've been here before."

Wen Yuan was taken aback. "We've been here before?" He couldn't see the surrounding scenery, but he immediately recalled the direction they had taken from leaving the city. Suddenly, he said, "Ah, could it be that day when I brought you out of the Iron Cloud Escort Agency..." Zi Yuan softly replied, "Yes, that's where it was." Her tone was quite shy.

Wen Yuan couldn't help but recall that day by the stream, their passion had almost blossomed, but it hadn't been until before the Fragrance-Seizing Banquet, when they were trapped in the Unorthodox Treasure Chest, finally consummating their union. In an instant, Zi Yuan's captivating beauty flashed before his eyes, accompanied by the melodious sounds of spring, flooding Wen Yuan's mind and making him feel hot all over. He quickly composed himself, but unconsciously took Zi Yuan's hand and led her to the stream.

Zi Yuan spoke gently, "What piece were you playing here that day?

Hmm… yes, it was 'Riding the Wind.' You played it so well; you almost fell into the stream after you finished." Her tone was amused, but then suddenly became serious. "But… after you lost your sight, the essence of the music disappeared. Although you still played it well, the spirit and charm were gone. Could it be…?" Wen Yuan's mind was in

turmoil; he lowered his head in silence. Zi Yuan continued … "...Because you played 'Guangling San'?"

Wen Yuan asked. The two sat down by the stream. He placed his zither before him and said, "Guangling San, truly the most wondrous sound in the world, worthy of being called a timeless masterpiece. When I first played this piece, I thought even the sound of the zither had transformed into a spirit to meet me.

This piece is too fierce, far exceeding my imagination. Although the skill gained from practicing this piece is extremely powerful, there is a risk of losing control if one is not careful."

As Wen Yuan spoke, he tuned the strings and casually played a section of "Guangling San." By now, he had already mastered the entire piece and was no longer as lost in reverie as when he first tried to play it. However, although the melody was elegant, the seven strings still presented a majestic and awe-inspiring tone.

Wen Yuan deeply admired this kind of scholarly spirit, like iron-willed pride, fearless and undaunted. It was precisely because of this that the melody could flow from his fingertips. However, this style seemed somewhat incompatible with him and difficult to embody. Wen Yuan couldn't help but recall his final move against Long Yuqing. Could his defeat have stemmed from this very moment?

After mastering "Guangling San," a series of unexpected events overwhelmed Wen Yuan, leaving him breathless and helpless.

The stronger his will, the harder it was for him to withstand the relentless torment. As Wen Yuan strummed the strings, a sudden surge of energy welled up in his throat, and he abruptly opened his mouth to let out a long roar, like a dragon soaring into the sky, attempting to ascend to the clouds. The sound of the seven-stringed zither, both civil and military, shook the heavens and the earth, echoing through the mountains and rivers. Zi Yuan trembled, suddenly feeling uneasy, her eyes welling up with tears. She quickly embraced Wen Yuan tightly from behind, throwing herself at him.

Wen Yuan let out another roar, fiercely plucking the strings. The sound reverberated far and wide, as if releasing all the unhappiness of the past few days. The strength in his hands flowed continuously into the zither, and the recoil was equally astonishing, forcing him to grit his teeth to withstand it.

Just as he was losing control, Zi Yuan's warm body pressed against him, like a spring breeze soothing his restless mind.

Since Wen Yuan lost his sight and began practicing the "Universal Divine Power" technique, not only had his hearing become extraordinary, but all his other senses were also different from ordinary people. At this moment, with Zi Yuan's delicate body pressed close together, he was stunned for a moment, then his mind was filled with excitement. Although he could not see, the form of Zi Yuan's flawless body seemed exceptionally clear, and her intoxicating fragrance surrounded him, causing Wen Yuan's frenzy for the zither music to completely transfer to Zi Yuan. He released Zi Yuan's hand, turned around and hugged her back, as excited as if they were reunited after a long separation, and called out, "Zi Yuan... Zi Yuan!"

Zi Yuan was held in Wen Yuan's arms and felt his body was unusually hot. She was quite surprised, but then she realized the change in Wen Yuan's emotions, and her mind was also stirred. The two of them rolled down to the ground in their embrace, and suddenly felt a cool wetness. They had rolled onto the rocky beach by the stream.

The cool stream water couldn't quell their burning desire. Wen Yuan, panting, explored Zi Yuan's body, asking, "Is anyone...coming?"

Zi Yuan gasped, "No...no..."

Wen Yuan said, "If anyone comes, you must say so...I...I can only hear you right now..." He suddenly kissed Zi Yuan's lips, a passionate and lingering kiss.

Zi Yuan's face flushed crimson, her body swaying slightly from the overwhelming passion. Her clothes were already soaked through, her limbs clinging tightly to Wen Yuan, barely visible beneath. Although Wen Yuan was blind, his senses towards Zi Yuan's body were heightened. The true essence hidden beneath her exquisite form, previously imperceptible, suddenly became vividly clear. Every movement Zi Yuan made in response sincerely expressed her emotions, revealing to Wen Yuan her excitement, shame, panic, and anticipation.

Wen Yuan's blood surged, feeling an unprecedented, intense stimulation. When he removed Zi Yuan's dress and directly touched her skin, Wen Yuan was even more startled. He quickly cupped Zi Yuan's breasts in his hands, almost fearfully and gently caressing them with his palms. Her breasts were soft and firm, needless to say. Zi Yuan trembled slightly with shyness, causing her breasts to quiver, and the exquisite bounce of her breasts captivated Wen Yuan. Unconsciously, his lower body was filled with energy, throbbing and burning.

Zi Yuan's body went limp from his touch, and she moaned incessantly, unable to help but say, "Yuan, no more... umm..."

She could only utter a few words intermittently before she could no longer speak, only continuing to moan softly.

Hearing this, Wen Yuan became even more excited. This was the first time he had been intimate with a woman since losing his sight, yet he hadn't expected his senses to have changed so dramatically. His perception of the human body was now much more subtle and profound, no longer limited to what he saw outwardly. Zi Yuan not only possessed beauty, but her body was also of unparalleled beauty; the more subtle the sensations he felt, the more pleasurable it became.

He wanted to savor every detail of Zi Yuan's body, but just enjoying her breasts was enough to make his long-dormant manhood nearly give way, the tip almost loosening, on the verge of ejaculation. Wen Yuan wrapped his arms around Zi Yuan's slender waist, panting, "Zi Yuan, I... I really can't take it anymore..." He sat down on the bank, straddling Zi Yuan's waist, his manhood reaching her vulva, intending to penetrate deeply. Zi Yuan covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, shaking her head and panting, "How could it be so fast... Ah, ah ha, no... I haven't... I haven't..."

Wen Yuan touched Zi Yuan's private parts, the soft hair beneath was wet and tender, love juice already overflowing, but it seemed a little too early to intercourse. At this moment, Wen Yuan's lower body trembled violently, his heart burning with impatience, he had no time for foreplay, and immediately said: "Zi Yuan, I'm sorry!" He

lightly pinched Zi Yuan's clitoris with his fingers, suddenly using his internal martial arts, a warm true energy rushing to his fingertips, then teasing the pink little pearl.

Zi Yuan suddenly cried out in surprise, "Ah—"

After the cry, Zi Yuan leaned back and was so shocked that she almost fainted. If Wen Yuan hadn't been holding her with one hand, she would have fallen into the water.

But she was immediately jolted awake by the ensuing pleasure, or perhaps she was half-conscious, dreamlike, and captivated by Wen Yuan's subtle internal energy. Zi Yuan knew nothing of martial arts, yet Wen Yuan subtly applied his inner strength while caressing her clitoris. Though the force was extremely light, its application to this incredibly sensitive area instantly caused her to lose control, her body trembling violently. In

an instant, she was drenched in sweat, her love juices flowing freely. Her private parts were now incredibly wet, perfectly ready for Wen Yuan's entry. Zi Yuan, tears streaming down her face, gasped and overwhelmed with shame, moaning almost whimpering, "Ah, ah... Yuan... uh, uh..."

Amidst her moans, Wen Yuan quietly released his fingers, taking advantage of the situation to penetrate her.

Zi Yuan let out a few soft moans and slumped into Wen Yuan's arms, mumbling, "So big... ahh, Yuan... be gentle, uh... umm..."

Wen Yuan thrust his hips, and in a short while, his heart pounded with excitement. He felt Zi Yuan's honeyed orifice contracting tightly, the gentle force urging him to release. The stimulation of the friction was far greater than before, as if Zi Yuan's entire body was soft and weak, all her strength concentrated on those tender, moist skins, and this power truly made him feel like he was floating on air. Suddenly, Zi Yuan weakly swayed her hips, panting softly, "Yuan... do you like it...?"

These subtle movements felt to Wen Yuan now as if Zi Yuan were holding his jade stem, shaking it in circles, teasing and rubbing it, instantly making his blood boil. Moreover, as Zi Yuan's body moved, her full, fragrant buttocks began to move in different directions, the force inside her vagina changing in countless ways, and her full breasts were also squeezing against his chest, making this erotic scene particularly extraordinary.

With a sway of her hips, Zi Yuan's body instantly gained endless allure, making it difficult even for someone as accomplished in martial arts as Wen Yuan to resist.

Wen Yuan endured for a moment, but the pleasure was short-lived. Suddenly, his muscles tensed, his lower body relaxed, and he pressed tightly against Zi Yuan's lower back, unable to restrain himself any longer,

thrusting his hips and releasing his pent-up energy. This release unleashed all the pent-up energy, and Zi Yuan groaned in a daze, her legs trembling from the force of the release, her breath coming in short, rapid gasps. As Wen Yuan withdrew, Zi Yuan let out a soft moan, her head drooping as she slumped into his arms, a stream of white fluid flowing out, mixed with glistening nectar, thick enough to drip several inches.

Zi Yuan panted for a while, her face still flushed, seemingly unable to speak. Wen Yuan was also panting heavily, saying, "Zi Yuan...

do you want more?" Zi Yuan was greatly embarrassed upon hearing this, whispering, "Wh...what?" Suddenly, she looked down and saw that Wen Yuan's lower body was gradually regaining its vitality, as if he was still not satisfied. She quickly averted her gaze, placed her hand on her chest, and said shyly, "I...I want more. Yuan, come again...it's alright..."

As she spoke, her slender hands had already touched his treasure, suppressing her shyness and carefully caressing it. This only made things worse. Zi Yuan's skillful hands were unparalleled in the world. With her touch, Wen Yuan was already trembling violently. Before he could fully recover, he couldn't help but want to ejaculate.

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