Chapter 164 of Ten Scenery Satin

Wen Yuan was even more puzzled and asked, "What kind of grand gift?" Kou Feitian replied, "You don't need to worry about that, just answer me." Wen Yuan said, "A gift is unnecessary, but if I can withstand the remaining two blows, how about letting me return to the ship?"

Kou Feitian took a slight breath and said, "If you can withstand them, how can I stop you? No need for further words, take this." With that, he raised his palm and struck out with his right hand. This simple move contained an unstoppable internal force, the palm's power vast, like a giant wave crashing down. Wen Yuan suffered a great loss and immediately struck out with several soft forces, layer upon layer, blocking the force of Kou Feitian's palm.

However, Kou Feitian's skill was simply too strong; the aftereffects of a single palm strike seemed inexhaustible, and these layers of soft force could only dissipate half of its power. Just as it was about to strike his body, Wen Yuan's body spun rapidly, sliding away like a top, unable to stop his momentum, and he crashed heavily onto the deck beside him. He thought that even though he had fallen and looked disheveled, at least the palm strike would have been neutralized. However, to

his surprise, Kou Feitian's inner strength was surging. Despite the long distance, it showed no signs of weakening. As soon as Wen Yuan fell onto the deck, the inner strength of his palm surged forth, replenishing the 50% of the palm force that had already been neutralized. This strike was truly incredibly powerful. Wen Yuan's second attempt to receive Kou Feitian's fierce attack was even more utterly crushing. He absorbed all the palm force, and as the deck cracked and shattered, Wen Yuan's body rolled and bounced, spitting out blood, almost fainting.

Kou Feitian said calmly, "Get up. There's one more palm strike." His fierce attack should have been extremely exhausting, but seeing his steady posture and long, deep breaths, he was clearly in control and didn't seem to care at all.

Wen Yuan groaned bitterly and silently tried to circulate his inner energy, but his inner energy was weak and almost exhausted. As soon as he tried to circulate it, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He struggled to regulate his breathing, his heart filled with astonishment. He thought to himself, "The power contained in this palm strike is unparalleled compared to the last one. Such astonishing skill is unprecedented. Could he be even superior to Long Yuqing?"

Kou Feitian slowly raised his right palm and said, "Wen Yuan, are you ready?" Wen Yuan said, "Can't I refuse?"

Kou Feitian said, "Tell me why." Wen Yuan smiled bitterly, "I didn't say I wanted to take three of your palm strikes. You chose to fight me yourself." Kou Feitian said, "Is that so? But you have no choice." Wen Yuan said, "I don't want to die here for no reason." As he spoke, he straightened up and stood up, but his steps faltered, and he almost lost his footing.

Kou Feitian said, "If you can withstand this blow, you won't be utterly defeated by Long Yuqing. If you want to stop him, you must be prepared." Wen Yuan asked, "What if I don't intend to stop him?"

A glint flashed in Kou Feitian's eyes as he asked, "What do you mean?"

Wen Yuan said, "No matter what Long Yuqing wants to do, I have little interest in interfering. If he hadn't captured my Uncle Ren last time, I wouldn't have gone to the capital to oppose him. Even if he wants to become emperor, what does it have to do with me?"

Kou Feitian nodded slightly and said, "So, even if Long Yuqing becomes emperor..." "Your Majesty, you won't interfere either?"

Wen Yuan said, "I really don't want to get involved." He paused, then said, "However, if he truly intends to rebel, causing chaos and endless war, even if I intend to stand by and watch, it's impossible. I only hope for peace and tranquility in the world, and fewer troubles. If Long Yuqing becomes emperor, he might not necessarily do a better job than the current emperor."

Kou Feitian stared at him for a long time, slowly shook his head, sighed deeply, and said, "You don't need to take this blow." He suddenly turned around and returned to the cabin alone, his footsteps heavy and deep. Wen Yuan was taken aback and puzzled. After a while, the ship slowly turned around and headed back towards the ship carrying Hu Yanfeng and the others.

Wen Yuan knew that Kou Feitian had ordered the return, but he didn't know why. While he was wondering, his inner energy had calmed down a bit, so he went into the cabin and saw Kou Feitian sitting in a chair, his back slightly hunched. Seeing Wen Yuan enter, he slowly said, "Wen Yuan, you are a man of both literary and martial talents, with rare genius. You were originally a first-rate talent. It's a pity that you not only have no interest in fame and fortune, but you also lack even the slightest fighting spirit. In the end, you will not be able to dominate the martial arts world and achieve great things. With your current abilities, Long Yuqing may not be able to do anything to you. I don't need to waste my energy testing your skills anymore. That gift is also not suitable for you." Wen Yuan said, "I cannot accept a reward without merit

. It is only natural." Kou Feitian suddenly glared and said, "I am about to die. Before I die, I will give you one more piece of advice. You used soft force to receive my two palm strikes, which was a mistake. This is your biggest flaw. I am not only referring to martial arts when I say this. If you cannot see where you went wrong, you will suffer greatly in the future." After saying this, Kou Feitian closed his eyes and said no more.

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted, shaking the entire ship violently. Intense heat surged into the cabin, startling Wen Yuan. Due to his internal injuries, he lost his balance and fell to the side. Looking closely, he saw the ship engulfed in flames, explosions erupting everywhere on the deck. Kou Feitian, his clothes ablaze, sat motionless in his chair.

Wen Yuan was shocked, thinking, "The ship is surrounded by gunpowder; it'll explode in an instant. Is he trying to commit suicide?"

In their previous encounter, Kou Feitian had shown mercy, not killing him. Furthermore, his words and actions showed no sign of evil or ruthlessness; his martial arts were upright and his demeanor extraordinary. Although he was called the head of the "Abyss of Sin," Wen Yuan didn't find him particularly evil; instead, he felt a surge of admiration. Seeing him engulfed in flames, he cried out, "What are you doing?" He rushed forward, about to sweep away the fire with his palm, but Kou Feitian pushed him away with his own palm, unleashing a powerful internal force that Wen Yuan could

n't withstand, forcing him to stagger back several steps. Kou Feitian then shouted, "After more than forty years of defeat and destruction, as sinners, how can I die on Ming soil? The empire will change hands soon; the victor will be king, the vanquished will be villains. The imperial seal has been passed on; this den of evil must be eradicated!"

The explosions continued, and in an instant, Kou Feitian's figure disappeared into the smoke and fire, no longer able to save him. The flames and heat surged, and Wen Yuan knew he couldn't stay any longer, so he turned and rushed out of the cabin. He saw the large ship, its masts broken and sails destroyed in a matter of moments. Surrounded by flames, Wen Yuan was bewildered when a violent explosion suddenly ripped the ship in two, the bow and stern sinking separately. Wen Yuan hurriedly leaped off the deck and into the sea, clinging to a piece of debris blown off the ship by the explosion, and struggled to drift away from the burning vessel.

The ship was equipped with cannons, already loaded with gunpowder; this explosion made the situation uncontrollable, flames soaring high above the sea, like fire spewing flames, illuminating the night in a fiery red. Wen Yuan paddled with one hand, drifting far away. Looking back, the ship was already shattered, the flames still raging. This explosion would surely have killed Kou Feitian, Yun Feichang, and Mo Feishi, and the four scourges of evil would be forever erased from the martial world.

Yet, it was Kou Feitian himself who had destroyed this scourge. Wen Yuan pondered this, a sense of melancholy rising within him. "Why would such a person harm himself? It's truly perplexing."

He slowly paddled, drifting with the waves, gradually gathering his thoughts: "From what he said, it always revolved around the world, the country, success and failure… Why are people of the martial world so concerned with imperial fame? The victor is king, the loser is villain…" …The throne has changed hands…

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Wen Yuan's mind: “Although Kou Feitian was masked, his imposing presence surpassed even Long Yuqing, the leader of the Imperial Tomb Sect. Could he be some powerful figure?” He pondered for a while, but the more he thought about it, the more absurd it seemed, leaving him utterly bewildered. He thought, “In any case, he is dead, and the abyss of evil no longer exists.”

A peerless master had suddenly died before his eyes. Wen Yuan was at a loss, feeling lost and confused. Suddenly, he heard several calls from ahead: “Senior Brother Wen, come aboard quickly!”

Wen Yuan looked up and saw the Dragon Palace Sect's flagship approaching. Waving and calling from the bow was Hua Xuan, with Xiao Murong, Zi Yuan, and others on board. Their original flagship was far behind. Wen Yuan used a plank to paddle closer, his figure breaking through the waves. He lightly touched the plank and leaped onto the deck. However, his internal energy was greatly depleted at this moment, and he lost his footing and fell down with a "bang".

Hua Xuan rushed over to help him up, and when she saw the bloodstains on Wen Yuan's chest, she couldn't help but cry out, "Senior Brother Wen, how are you? Are you... are you badly injured?" Xiao Murong and Zi Yuan also hurried forward. Wen Yuan shook his head and said, "It's alright, I'll be fine after a rest." Xiao Murong helped him up and sighed softly, "I told you not to go, if you get injured, we'll worry about you again."

Wen Yuan smiled slightly and said, "I'm more worried about you guys. Why have the ships been switched?" Xiao Murong blinked and laughed, "Cheng Taihao and Bai Chaoran attacked the ship as soon as they caught up, but what goes around comes around. This time we caught a hostage, forcing them to switch ships with us. This ship is really fast, this time they definitely won't be able to catch up." Wen Yuan asked curiously, "A hostage?" Xiao Murong said, "It was captured by Miss Huyan, guess who?" Wen Yuan was taken aback and said, "Miss Huyan? Could it be..."

As he spoke, everyone went into the cabin. Huyan Feng, Qin Panying, Miao Qiongyin and others were inside, along with a burly man covered in blood. Although Wen Yuan had already guessed, seeing the man with his own eyes, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Cheng Taihao?" The man's eyes were wide with anger, his face filled with resentment, but his limbs were limp and he couldn't move, clearly seriously injured, but it was undoubtedly Cheng Taihao.

Hu Yanfeng, standing to the side, suddenly looked embarrassed when she saw Wen Yuan enter, and quietly turned her face away. Then, a flash of silver light appeared, and Miao Qiongyin rushed forward, exclaiming, "Young Master Wen, you are amazing! Senior Sister Hu Yanfeng used your method and really captured Cheng Taihao!" Although Wen Yuan was exhausted, seeing Hu Yanfeng overcome her formidable enemy, he still smiled faintly and said, "This is Miss Hu Yanfeng's skill; I dare not take credit."

In truth, although Wen Yuan had told Hu Yanfeng how to deal with Cheng Taihao, Hu Yanfeng's martial arts were ultimately inferior. If Cheng Taihao hadn't been injured and exhausted, and if Hu Yanfeng hadn't acted first as instructed, gaining the upper hand, how could he have become a prisoner?

Hu Yanfeng initially intended to kill Cheng Taihao on the spot, but Murong Xiu assessed the situation. Although he could handle Bai Chaoran, besides Ao Sihai, the opposing ship had several skilled fighters who had come from the Fragrance-Stealing Banquet to assist them. Xiao Murong and Hua Xuan alone could not contend with them, and Hu Yanfeng was already exhausted. Therefore, it was not advisable to fight head-on. Instead, he took Cheng Taihao hostage as leverage. Even though Bai Chaoran and the others had no intention of rescuing Cheng Taihao, there were still members of the Yunxiao Eastern Sect on board. They could not disregard Cheng Taihao's life and death and had no choice but to give in. The group switched to a Dragon Palace Sect ship and immediately set sail, finally shaking off the pursuit.

After listening to Xiao Murong and the others' description, Wen Yuan grasped the gist of it and asked, "So, if we return safely to land, will we release Cheng Taihao?" Xiao Murong smiled and said, "Well, that's what my brother said, but who knows?" Wen Yuan said, "It's best to keep your word." Turning his head, he saw Huyan Feng glancing sideways at Cheng Taihao, her eyes filled with hatred. He thought to himself, "I doubt Miss Huyan will agree; this is a bit difficult."

At this moment, the ship approached the Four Non-People's ship, and flames shot into the sky, like a giant fireball rolling endlessly, with crackling sounds echoing. Everyone watched, feeling a chill run down their spines. Zi Yuan said softly, "It's good that you escaped, but... how could that ship suddenly explode?" Wen Yuan shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly, "It wasn't me; Kou Feitian blew up the ship himself." He briefly explained what had happened on the ship, and everyone was astonished and puzzled by Kou Feitian's actions.

Little Murong said, "This is really strange. I thought you set fire to their ship to eliminate the threat of cannons, but it turns out they brought this upon themselves." Murong Xiu snorted coldly and said, "Kou Feitian has lived a long life; it's time for him to die."

The ship sailed for several dozen more miles before Bai Chaoran and his group's ships disappeared from sight, and the sea became calm. After a series of fierce battles, most of the crew were exhausted. Hua Xuan, Little Murong, and the other young ladies closed their eyes and went to sleep.

Only Murong Xiu walked alone to the stern, Hu Yanfeng kept a close eye on Cheng Taihao, and Wen Yuan was quietly pondering Kou Feitian's words and actions. They were still awake that night, each lost in their own thoughts.

In the deep of night, the sound of a pipa occasionally rang out, and Zi Yuan seemed to be awake as well. The soothing melody harmonized with the waves, and under the full moonlight, the atmosphere was even more tranquil.

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