Chapter Seven of the Ten Scenes Satin

The short sword in Xiao Murong's hand moved like a willow swaying in the wind, its path so gentle it lacked any sharpness, yet it was all-pervasive and ever-changing. In the hands of such a beautiful young woman, it was like a celestial dance, captivating all who beheld it. However, Wen Yuan's swordsmanship was unremarkable, somewhere between clumsy and skillful. Initially, he was confused by Xiao Murong's moves, but as the fight progressed, his mind calmed, he handled dangerous situations well, and his counterattacks were fierce, gradually revealing the imposing aura of the "Guide Sword."

Xiao Murong, relying on her agile and graceful movements, avoided direct confrontation with Wen Yuan. But every time their swords clashed, she felt a jolt in her hand, a growing unease creeping into her heart: "If this continues, my short sword will be knocked away sooner or later. What should I do if I can't gain the upper hand?" Several thoughts flashed through her mind, and then, with a sudden inspiration, she swayed her slender waist, thrusting her sword back at Wen Yuan's left shoulder, then gracefully dodged to the side. Wen Yuan shifted his stance and turned, his longsword aimed at Xiao Murong. Suddenly, a white mist-like substance appeared before his eyes, and he was startled: "Not good!"

In that moment of distraction, Xiao Murong seized the opportunity, her short sword flashing out and already pressed against Wen Yuan's right wrist. She then flipped it over.

Wen Yuan felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and the memory of her severing someone's wrist flashed through his mind. In shock, he released his grip on the sword, flipped his wrist, and opened his hand, swiftly executing a grappling technique, pinning Xiao Murong's right wrist to the pulse point. At the same time, blood gushed from her wrist, the short sword having already slashed a long gash. Had he reacted even slightly slower, that hand would no longer be on him.

Xiao Murong hadn't expected Wen Yuan's swiftness. Although she had injured his wrist, her pulse point was already controlled. In a panic, she struck his neck with her left hand. Wen Yuan circulated his inner energy, a surge of true qi rushing forward. Xiao Murong's qi and blood were blocked, her acupoints sealed, and her left hand lost all strength, hanging limply at her sides.

As Wen Yuan exerted his strength, blood flowed even more from his wrist. He quickly stopped the bleeding and bandaged the wound, still feeling lingering fear. Looking at the injury, he thought to himself, "My hand, my hand, you saved yourself, truly remarkable. But this was too dangerous. I've learned my lesson today; I must never repeat the same mistake."

Little Murong sat down on the ground, unable to move. Even sitting was difficult, and he repeatedly circulated his qi to activate his acupoints. Hao Yigang stepped forward, clasped his hands in a salute to Wen Yuan, and said, "Many thanks to Young Hero Wen for saving us. The lives of Hao Yigang and all the brothers here were saved by Young Hero Wen. The entire Iron Cloud Escort Agency will forever be grateful for your kindness." Wen Yuan quickly returned the salute, saying, "Master Hao, please don't be so polite. I am ignorant and inexperienced, and it was due to the deaths of many of your brothers that I am truly unworthy of your thanks."

Hao Yigang pointed at Xiao Murong, gritting his teeth, and said, "You little bitch, you killed so many of my brothers! I swear I will not rest until I have torn you to pieces!" As he spoke, he picked up a steel knife, ready to strike. Suddenly, a cold voice rang out: "Put down the knife."

Although the words were not loud, they were sinister and cold, and everyone felt a chill in their hearts. Wen Yuan turned his head and saw a gray-clad man standing by the inn's door. He wore a gray-white turban, was not very tall, but had an extremely gloomy face, a pale gray complexion, muscles stiff as iron, straight eyebrows, and extremely pale pupils, seemingly lifeless, unlike a living person.

Upon seeing the man, Xiao Murong's face changed drastically, and she stammered, "You...you are..." In his rage, Hao Yigang saw the man's face and felt a chill run down his spine, cold sweat pouring down his back. He said, "Who are you? Could you be the Great Murong?"

The man remained silent, slowly walking towards Xiao Murong. Hao Yigang thought, "How can I let him rescue this little bitch?"

With a hardened heart, he ignored him and swung his steel blade down.

The gray-clad man suddenly appeared, like a gray mist spreading out. From the swirling mist, a hand, like a ghostly claw, grabbed Hao Yigang's throat. Hao Yigang screamed in agony as a strong body was slowly lifted up, utterly powerless to resist, unable to move an inch.

Wen Yuan was shocked and attacked the gray-clad man with his compass sword, shouting, "Stop!" The gray-clad man didn't move, but with a flick of his wrist, he smashed Hao Yigang's body against his longsword. Wen Yuan tried to dodge, but it was too late; the sword had already broken. Hao Yigang flew sideways and crashed to the ground, his fate unknown.

The gray-clad man reached out to grab Xiao Murong's shoulder, and Xiao Murong cried out in terror, "Ah!" Suddenly, a man leaped into the inn, shouting, "Hey, you surnamed Huang, look here!"

His body followed his words with a flying kick. The gray-clad man snorted, sprang up, grabbed a roof beam, used it for leverage, and flew out of the inn. Wen Yuan saw it clearly and exclaimed, "It's Brother Ren!"

The man was indeed Ren Jianqing. His kick missed, but he spun rapidly on his other leg, forcefully turning his body back. He then used the momentum of his kick to propel himself forward like an arrow, chasing after the man in gray. He had no time to respond to Wen Yuan. The two moved with lightning speed, passing each other in the blink of an eye, leaving everyone stunned.

Wen Yuan thought to himself, "Why is Brother Ren chasing that man? This man's martial arts are exceptionally high. I wonder if Brother Ren is in danger?" He disregarded the fact

that he only had half a broken sword left in his hand and immediately gave chase. He saw Ren Jianqing's back disappear around a street corner, gathered his inner energy, and rushed towards him.

The man in gray was in front, with Ren Jianqing close behind. Wen Yuan ran swiftly for miles, only to find himself falling further and further behind. He was astonished: "Brother Ren's lightness skill is so superb! I'm chasing him with all my might, but I can't keep up. What should I do?"

He called out, "Brother Ren! Brother Ren!" This call slightly depleted his inner energy, slowing his pace. Clearly, Ren Jianqing didn't answer, and he and the man in gray disappeared into the distance.

Seeing that he could no longer catch up, Wen Yuan had no choice but to stop, secretly breathing and adjusting his breathing. He thought to himself, "Although I knew Brother Ren's inner strength was profound, I didn't expect it to be at such a high level. It seems even my senior brother might not be able to defeat him." That man in gray was also a first-rate expert. The world is vast, and the people are numerous; how could a mere junior like me possibly fathom it? Even that young Murong, though a woman, possesses extraordinary skill, seemingly even more formidable than my junior sister. "Wen Yuan, Wen Yuan, never underestimate the people of this world. Remember, there are always people more powerful than you, and heavens beyond heavens."

He encouraged himself, but then felt quite exhausted. First, he fought the young Murong, then he ran wildly, expending considerable energy. He slowly walked back to the inn, thinking, "I wonder how Hao Yigang is doing? That man in gray's skill is profound; killing him would be extremely easy, but facing Brother Ren might be a different story."

When he returned to the inn, the Iron Cloud Escort Agency and the young Murong were gone. The inn was a mess, and the waiter, who was cleaning up, was startled to see Wen Yuan return. Wen Yuan bowed and said, "Excuse me, waiter, where did those镖局 (escort agency) bosses go?" The waiter, fearing another fight, calmed down upon seeing Wen Yuan's polite manner and replied, "They left with that fierce-looking girl, saying they were looking for another place to stay."

Wen Yuan thanked him and left the inn, thinking, "After this commotion, there must be rooms available, but I'd better find somewhere else. Even though someone died, it's still troublesome if the authorities come looking for me." He strolled around, leaving the town and arriving at a grove of trees. A gentle evening breeze made the summer night quite refreshing.

He stretched, loosening his muscles, thinking, "If I can't stay at the inn, I'll stay in the wilderness, what's wrong with that?" He

looked around, found an old pavilion, sat down, and meditated for a while before preparing to lie down and sleep. Just as he was about to drift off, a startled cry suddenly echoed through the quiet grove, seemingly from a woman.

Wen Yuan, startled, rose and left the pavilion, listening intently. The shouts came from the southeast. He thought, "Could it be some villain committing a crime?" With this thought, he quickly followed. Not far away, voices echoed from the woods. Looking closer, he saw it was the Iron Cloud Escort Agency's caravan. Wen Yuan was greatly surprised, wondering, "There are no women in the caravan."

Just then, another woman's scream rang out from behind the caravan. This time, Wen Yuan immediately recognized the voice as that of Xiao Murong. Startled, Wen Yuan went around to the other side of the woods to investigate. What he saw nearly made his heart leap out of his chest.

Hao Yigang lay motionless to the side, but his wounds had been treated, and he seemed to be alive. Xiao Murong's hands were bound behind her back to a tree, her clothes torn open, revealing her small breasts in the hands of the escort Yang.

Two escorts spread her legs, one of them reaching out and tearing off her silk skirt, revealing a pair of moon-white trousers. Xiao Murong struggled desperately, her face filled with fear and shame, tears streaming down her face.

Yang, the bodyguard, said hatefully, "You little vixen, you little slut, you killed a whole bunch of our brothers, what? You think you're so tough now? Huh?" He pinched her hard, deforming her small, tender skin. Xiao Murong couldn't bear it and cried out in pain.

Yang tore off Xiao Murong's lower garments and sneered, "Little vixen, we brothers will each take turns, one by one, to get justice from you. I, Yang, will be second to last, and the head bodyguard will be last, after he recovers. Our Iron Cloud Escort Agency is doing this to rid the martial world of a scourge, so we'll defile you twenty-one times before sending you to our brothers in the underworld. Brother Zheng, you go first!"

Zheng, the bodyguard who had grabbed Xiao Murong's right leg, straddled her, cursing, "You brat!" He slapped Xiao Murong, unbuckled his belt, revealing a thick, large thing. Little Murong was terrified, her face pale. With her acupoints sealed, she was powerless to resist. The object was already being thrust between her legs. She cried out in agony, "No! You...no!"

Wen Yuan was horrified, a surge of anger rising within him. "This girl may be ruthless, but there's no need to treat her like this. To be humiliated by these people is worse than death! This is outrageous!" Seeing that the bodyguard Zheng was about to commit violence, he didn't hesitate. He leaped forward, his palm striking Zheng's chest, sending him flying several feet. Then, with a swift movement, he severed the ropes with his broken sword.

The bodyguards were shocked, even more astonished to see that the newcomer was Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan roared, "You dignified heroes of the martial world, how dare you bully a defenseless girl?

Don't you know the meaning of shame?" Yang, the bodyguard, stepped forward and shouted, "Young Master Wen, please step aside! We must avenge our fallen brothers!"

Wen Yuan, furious, retorted, "This is revenge? What kind of revenge is this? Confucius said, 'Repay injustice with justice, and repay kindness with kindness,' not repaying injustice with injustice." Zheng, the bodyguard, pulled up his trousers and cried, "No way! We must kill this damned girl today!"

Wen Yuan sneered, "So, this is the kind of character the bodyguards of the Iron Cloud Escort Agency possess. Are you truly seeking revenge, or do you have other motives? It's a pity that Chief Bodyguard Hao is injured and unconscious, otherwise I'd like to ask him!" He then pulled Xiao Murong aside and said, "This girl is not for you to deal with. Farewell!" With that, he used his light footwork and vanished like a gust of wind, only to hear shouts behind him. He was enraged by the bodyguards' brutality and wanted to say "Until we meet again," but then stopped himself.

He led the young Murong swiftly through the forest, finding a dilapidated temple. Entering, he had the young Murong lean against the wall and asked, "Miss Murong, are you alright?" The young Murong was pale, head bowed, silent for a long while before finally cursing, "No!"

Wen Yuan thought to himself, "Alas, it's all my fault for sealing her acupoints, causing her to suffer this humiliation, unable to defend herself."

He felt a pang of guilt. He hadn't considered that he had just fought her, nearly losing his life and hand; if he hadn't sealed her acupoints, who knows how much more danger she might have faced. Feeling deeply guilty for causing her physical humiliation, he immediately said, "Miss Murong, I'm truly sorry."

A blush suddenly appeared on the young Murong's face, and she cried out, "Don't look at me like that!" Wen Yuan was startled, then remembered her disheveled appearance and felt flustered, exclaiming, "Oh dear!" He quickly turned away, saying, "Miss, please put your clothes back on." The young Murong said, "I can't move." Wen Yuan said, "Ah, I forgot."

He immediately turned back and released her acupoints.

Little Murong was startled, then exclaimed, "Turn around!" Wen Yuan hurriedly replied, "Of course!" and turned around. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: "Oh no!" As soon as he had this thought, he felt three fingers strike his back, his true energy was blocked, and he had been struck on three important acupoints by Little Murong, and he fell forward. Little Murong hurriedly dressed, turned Wen Yuan over, her face still showing embarrassment, but she quickly composed herself and laughed, "Hey, how do you feel?"

Wen Yuan was filled with regret and sighed, "Alas, a moment of kindness has brought me great harm." Little Murong said with a smile, "Who asked you to release my pressure points? How could someone as stupid as you turn your head away?" Wen Yuan said, "If you wanted to get dressed, I would naturally release your pressure points. I was caught off guard and ambushed." Little Murong said, "Just so I could get dressed?" Wen Yuan sighed, "What else could it be?"

Little Murong said, "I was so lucky I couldn't move, and you didn't even try to undress me. I didn't expect you to actually release my pressure points. At most, you could have just helped me put my clothes on properly, right?" Unexpectedly, Wen Yuan said, "Although you are ruthless, you are still pure and innocent. How can I, a man, touch you like that?"

Little Murong was both amused and exasperated, and said, "Well, so you are a gentleman, even more virtuous than Liu Xiahui. You are quite remarkable." As she spoke, she held a palm over his face and shouted, "If I strike you with this palm, I will send you to your death."

Wen Yuan saw her palm right in front of him, her skin like solidified cream, or like a piece of white jade, her five fingers delicate and slender. His heart stirred, and he was speechless for a moment, forgetting the danger he was in. Little Murong asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?" Wen Yuan exclaimed "Ah!" and quickly closed his eyes, saying, "It's nothing, please don't slap me, I'm truly unworthy of such treatment."

Little Murong felt a pang of embarrassment at his expression, but then thought, "Considering he saved my life, I won't kill him today, but I'll teach him a lesson." She laughed and said, "Alright, I won't kill you for now, I'll just give you a little punishment, punishing you for letting those bastards see my body. Humph, I'll make them..." "They slaughtered them all."

Wen Yuan said, "That's too cruel. Sigh, why fight like this?"

Little Murong's face showed a mischievous look, and she laughed, "What's it to you? Hey, if you can't take it anymore, call me, otherwise it's not my business if you die." Wen Yuan frowned and said, "Miss Murong, how can you, a young lady, keep talking about killing and dying? You don't seem to care about human life at all?" Suddenly, he felt his waist loosen, and his belt was untied by Little Murong. He heard her laugh and say, "It's not me who died, it's not me who was killed, so of course I don't care."

As she spoke, she slowly pulled down his pants.

Wen Yuan exclaimed, "What are you doing?" Little Murong laughed, "I'll treat you the same way those scoundrels from the Iron Cloud Escort Agency treated me, just with slightly different methods, but the principle is the same." Wen Yuan cried out, "What? Miss Murong, this...you can't do this."

Little Murong giggled, "I've never done anything I can't do." Looking down, she blushed and whispered, "Hmm, it looks like this." Wen Yuan's heart skipped a beat, unsure what to say, his mind a complete blank.

He then saw Little Murong gently grasping Wen Yuan's penis, looking up and saying, "I heard that if a lot of things come out of here, it's very harmful to the body, is that true?" As she spoke, her eyes darted around, revealing a malicious smile. When Wen Yuan's two soft little hands grasped his, he felt his blood surge. He smiled wryly and said, "Miss Murong, don't joke like that. This... isn't good for your reputation."

Little Murong laughed, "It's not my body, what's wrong with me? Don't try to deny it. Do you think I'm too young to know these things?" However, she was indeed clueless about matters between men and women. Looking at her hands, she felt her face flush and her heart pound, not knowing why. She thought to herself, "That's what my brother said, he shouldn't be wrong. What will come out? Will I lose blood? I can't let him die."

As he pondered, his fingers gently caressed him, but Wen Yuan was unable to move. It seemed all the blood in his body rushed to his lower body, where a pretty young girl was holding him. He couldn't help but cry out inwardly, "Don't do anything improper! Don't do anything improper! I can't move an inch now. If Miss Murong continues like this, it's all too chaotic. What's the point of reading the classics? I must endure this; I can't harm Miss Murong." He then loudly recited, "The Great Learning teaches us to manifest our bright virtue, to love the people, and to attain perfect goodness..."

To avoid thinking about the alluring sight below, he focused on being recited passages from the Great Learning. Little Murong asked curiously, "What are you saying?" Wen Yuan ignored her, his mouth continuing uninterrupted, yet his lower body gradually hardened. He inwardly groaned, thinking, "The Four Books are useless; I must choose another." He then began reciting the "Book of Rites," but it had little effect.

Little Murong gently pinched the tip of the jade stem, seeing it become both red and thick, she felt inexplicably shy and said, "Hey, aren't you coming out?" She pinched it again. Wen Yuan trembled, his blood rushing, and cried out, "No, no, let's try another one." Little Murong's cheeks flushed, and she said, "What are you babbling about? Can't you shut your mouth?"

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and she exclaimed happily, "Ah, I see!" She lowered her head and smiled, "Don't worry, I only kill, I don't eat." As she spoke, she slightly parted her cherry lips and gently took the tip into her mouth.

Wen Yuan was reciting the "First Memorial on the Expedition" when he suddenly felt a jolt in his body. Unable to control himself, he sighed, "So be it, so be it. He died before achieving his goal, leaving heroes to weep with sorrow. There is no way to save him now..." Although he said this, he quickly thought to himself, "Wen Tianxiang was in prison, yet he did not lose his integrity. How can I give up?" With this thought, he recited the Song of Righteousness. Little Murong was puzzled by what he heard and ignored him. With a soft "hmm," she took a small part of the jade stem into her mouth. Feeling a little suffocated, she let out a soft moan.

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