[Fantasy] Treasure Cauldron (Complete) - 6

Chapter Eleven

At this moment—the bright moon hangs high.

Its light, like water,

bathes the quiet Jiuhua Mountain.

Bao Hong strains his eyes, scanning his surroundings.

Apart from the streak of pale green flame shooting into the sky, trailing a faint afterglow, the deep mountain is utterly silent, as still as a sleeping giant!

Bao Hong ponders, "Damn! This 'Cha Mou' seems quite afraid of this pale green flame, but I wonder who launched it?"

The Cloud Jade Maiden, hiding behind a rocky peak, sees Bao Hong still standing motionless and becomes anxious. She leaps up and floats to Bao Hong's side.

She grabs his right wrist and says urgently, "Hurry up and hide! If Senior Brother sees us together, you're dead!" With that, she pulls Bao Hong behind a rocky peak.

She let out a heavy sigh and said, "Thank goodness, everything's alright for now. See how powerful that person is?"

"Strange! What does his skill have to do with me?"

Ru Yun Yun Nu frowned slightly and said, "That's understandable!"

After a pause, she continued, "My senior brother's name is Jiang Cheng. Besides his martial arts skills being a direct inheritance from our father, he also learned the 'Flame Palm' technique from a martial arts master. Even my father is afraid of his strange and vicious palm technique. He only accepted him as his disciple, so my sisters and I call him our senior brother."

Bao Hongqi exclaimed, "Wow! Why would he come here to find you at this time? And why are you avoiding him and not meeting him?"

"Sigh…"

Ru Yun Yun Nu sighed softly, her brows furrowed, and said, "It's all because of love!"

Bao Hongduan was taken aback and said, "Wow? He loves you?"

Ru Yun Yun Nu nodded but didn't speak, seemingly too shy to answer.

Bao Hong exclaimed again, "Damn! You don't love him?"

Ru Yun Yu Nu nodded, her expression suddenly turning somewhat sorrowful.

She murmured, "That's only one reason, there's also..." Before

she could finish,

a piercing, eerie whistling sound ripped through the night sky, drifting back from afar...

Ru Yun Yu Nu's slender hand, which had been gripping Bao Hong's right wrist, was still holding on. Startled by the whistling sound, she unconsciously tightened her grip on his wrist, urgently saying, "Senior Brother is calling me! I hope he won't come to this peak." Before

her words had even faded, the whistling sound, swift as an arrow, arrived at the peak in an instant,

standing not far from where they were hiding!

Bao Hong slightly tilted his head, stealing a glance at her.

A young man in a long black robe stood tall and handsome in the moonlight, a long sword strapped to his back. He remained motionless, but his gaze darted around, as if searching for something.

Bao Hong recognized him and was startled. He turned to look at the beautiful woman beside him, about to ask her some questions, when he noticed her tense expression and pleading eyes. She shook her head.

Clearly, she was asking him to remain silent to avoid being discovered.

Seeing this, Bao Hong knew the situation was serious and couldn't refuse her request. He turned back, holding his breath and secretly watching Jiang Cheng from behind a rock.

Suddenly… Jiang Cheng whirled around, his gaze fixed on the rock where the two were hiding. With a flick of his right hand, a pale green flame shot out towards their concealment.

Although the fire was small, its emerald light was intense, illuminating an area of about ten feet in radius with a green glow, adding an eerie, ghostly atmosphere to the mountaintop.

Fortunately, the Jade Maiden had chosen a good spot.

A huge boulder concealed the two of them, preventing the flames from harming them, and even their concealed figures went unnoticed by Jiang Cheng.

The pale green flames rose and fell with incredible speed, disappearing in a flash.

At this moment… Jiang Cheng suddenly pursed his lips and let out a whistle, his arms jerking as he leaped about two zhang into the air, soaring diagonally high. A strange whistle echoed as he disappeared into the distance.

Soon, all sound and form vanished completely.

Bao Hong, estimating Jiang Cheng was already far away, leaped off the rock and let out a long sigh, exclaiming, "Holy crap! Is that your senior brother Jiang Cheng?"

Ru Yun Yun nodded, asking, "Did you see him in the Supreme Cave?"

Bao Hong recalled briefly, then replied, "Yes, in the Supreme Cave."

Ru Yun Yun said, "He's the most ruthless killer in our Yellow Oriole Valley. His 'Flame Palm' is unparalleled in the martial world; even my father is wary of him."

Bao Hong exclaimed, "Holy crap! So you're avoiding him and refusing his affections?"

Ru Yun Yun's face flushed slightly. She said, "That's only one reason. I can't accept his love, partly because I hate his cruel heart, always ready to take a life, and partly because..."

Ru Yun Yun trailed off, then stopped abruptly.

Bao Hong, puzzled, exclaimed, "Damn! Why are you stammering? 'Cha Mou' is just 'Cha Mou,' what does it mean? Why not just say it outright?"

Ru Yun Yu Nu blushed, turned her head slightly, and said shyly, "Because...because I'm already married to Guo Ru Hua."

Bao Hong thought to himself, "Damn! So she's already married!"

Suddenly—he saw Ru Yun Yu Nu's eyes redden, glistening with tears.

Although curious, he didn't ask why she was crying. But Ru Yun Yu Nu couldn't help but speak.

She turned her head slightly away and said sadly, "My husband unfortunately died a year ago from the thorns of the poisonous rose, so he's been pushing me even harder; he's determined to marry no one but me."

Hearing that her husband died at the hands of the poisonous rose, Bao Hong's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly calmed down.

Just then, suddenly…below the peak, another streak of pale green light shot into the sky, followed by…a long howl…

both of them froze in shock!

Bao Hong exclaimed anxiously, "Damn it! Your senior brother is back looking for you again. It's really inconvenient for us to be together. If you don't leave, I'm leaving."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a pair of soft, gentle hands suddenly grasp his right hand, and he heard the soft, trembling voice of a beautiful woman.

She said, "You should go. My senior brother must have found out we're together. Although I'm not afraid of him, I don't want to cause you any trouble. After he leaves, I'll come to Rouge Valley to find you. I want to help you find the Purple-Clad Scholar and retrieve the relics of the Supreme Venerable Elder Tian—the Two-Pronged Sword and the Supreme Sword Manual."

Hearing her mention the Purple-Clad Scholar, the Two-Pronged Sword, and the Supreme Sword Manual, Bao Hong was inclined to talk to her again, especially since her soft, fragrant hands were holding his right hand.

When a man and woman's skin touch, it's like the exchange of yin and yang electricity, creating a subtle, indescribable feeling for both.

Bao Hong was, after all, a person of flesh and blood, with a soul. He had no physical defects, and he couldn't be completely unmoved by such subtle and warm skin contact...

He felt a little uneasy! The two remained silent, unconsciously embracing and kissing each other...

for a long time... for a long time...

He wanted to say a few more words to Ruyun Yu Nu, but Jiang Cheng's strange howling sound had already come twice in a row, especially since the sound seemed to originate from the mountainside, so he had to leave.

He freed his right hand from the grasp of the beautiful maiden Ruyun, and with a quick movement, reached the left side of the peak. Using the protruding cliff face and trees, he slowly made his way down the mountain…

Reaching the foot of the peak, he saw his mount grazing on the ground, its posture incredibly majestic!

He thought, “After his injury was treated, it must be healed. I can probably ride him now, right?” With this thought, he carefully examined the horse's rump injury. Except for a smooth, hairless patch about a foot long, the injury had indeed healed.

A secret joy welled up within him. He cracked the whip, mounted the saddle, and set off…

The moonlight was soft, and the mountains overlapped.

After riding his horse over several peaks, Bao Hong had lost his way. Looking around, all he saw were towering peaks; he could no longer find the peak he and the beautiful maiden Ruyun had climbed.

Riding alone, he traveled through the deep mountains for another hour, crossing more than a dozen peaks, but the more he went, the more confused he became, unable to figure out which way to go.

He didn't know the location of Rouge Valley to begin with, so he naturally couldn't decide which direction to go. He could only ask around.

He sat upright on his horse, looking ahead. He saw layers upon layers of mountains, their peaks stretching endlessly, seemingly endless and unfathomable!

After passing five or six more peaks, it was now past four in the morning.

Despite his martial arts skills, he was utterly exhausted. Exhausted, he dismounted and sat under a pine tree on a precipice to rest.

Overcome with drowsiness, he unknowingly fell asleep against the pine…

When he awoke, the sun was already breaking through the mountains.

The eastern sky was painted with colorful clouds, creating countless magnificent scenes.

Wow! Absolutely beautiful!

Unfortunately, the beauty was fleeting.

A moment later, the sun had climbed over the mountain ridge…

Suddenly… two long laughs pierced the air and fell into the deep valley below.

Bao Hong's heart skipped a beat!

He thought to himself, "The laughter is deep and strange, and the lightness skill is unparalleled. He must be a master martial artist. Could it be that the two white-clad men I saw last night were killed by him? Perhaps I can find out the location of Rouge Valley from him..."

His mind raced, his eyes focused, and he looked down towards the source of the laughter...

Sunlight shone through a mountain gorge into the deep valley, making the scenery there very clear. His eyesight was extraordinary, and he could already see two figures in black, landing in a lush pine forest within the valley.

Lost and unable to find Rouge Valley, Bao Hong wanted to approach anyone he saw and inquire. He immediately led his mount down the mountain.

It was a steep, sheer peak.

There was a path on the northwest side, covered with protruding rocks and low pines, but the peak was too steep, and Bao Hong dared not rush down. He concentrated his energy, as if walking on thin ice.

It took him the time it takes to eat a meal to reach the bottom of the valley.

As he approached the lush pine forest, a long sigh echoed from within!

Then—an aged voice said, "It seems the martial world, peaceful for nearly a century, is about to be plunged into chaos again due to the sudden appearance of these two mysterious and ruthless figures…"

Bao Hong was startled, his curiosity piqued.

He tethered his mount, leaped into the forest, and landed lightly on a large tree. His handsome eyes gleamed as he scanned the woods.

Sure enough—only five zhang from his hiding place, two old men sat cross-legged facing each other.

The one on the right appeared to be in his seventies, dressed in a long blue robe, with silver hair and beard, a slender build, a ruddy complexion, and prominent temples, clearly indicating profound internal strength.

The one on the left had white hair and beard, but appeared a few years younger than the one on the right. Though not tall, he was extremely robust, with eyes that gleamed like lightning.

Bao Hong's guess was correct; these two old men were indeed extraordinary figures in the martial arts world, both possessing unfathomable and unique martial arts skills.

The tall and imposing old man on the right was named Nan Tian Yi Yan—Yu Zhen, and the one on the left was named Wan Li Zhui Feng—Qiu Ge.

Both were chivalrous individuals without any sect or faction in the current martial arts world.

At this moment—Wan Li Zhui Feng Qiu Ge also let out a soft sigh, saying, "Since we've met, we can't just stand by and watch. It seems that we old bones are going to have to endure some hardship in this turbulent martial arts world." As he spoke, he looked up at the sky, his face extremely sorrowful.

He paused, then continued, "Brother Yu, with your vast knowledge and profound learning, surely you know nothing of that female demon's background and name?"

Nan Tian Yi Yan Yu Zhen shook his head, saying guiltily, "Only one person knows her origins and real name..."

Wan Li Zhui Feng interrupted him, asking, "Who?"

Nan Tian Yi Yan said sorrowfully, "The Supreme Venerable Tian Feng Yun..." seemingly deeply saddened and grieved by the death of the Supreme Venerable Tian Feng Yun.

Wan Li Zhui Feng was shocked to hear that Tian Feng Yun had also died from that poisonous flower!

After a long while—he slowly said, "Tian Feng Yun was a peerless genius of our time, his martial arts had reached a transcendent level, yet he still died from that female demon's poisonous flower. If you hadn't told me this yourself, Brother Yu, I would never have believed it."

Nan Tian Yi Yan said, "Of course, in terms of martial arts alone, that female demon might not have been able to defeat the Supreme Venerable. She took advantage of his vulnerability!"

"Oh!" Wan Li Zhui Feng let out a soft "oh," and remained silent.

Nan Tianyi Yan continued, "In the struggle for the Dragon Pattern Cauldron, the Supreme Venerable was besieged by the three disciples of Wudang and severely injured. In his critical condition, how could he have imagined that the female demon would suddenly turn on him?" He paused

briefly, then added, "Although only a young man surnamed Bao was present when the Supreme Venerable was murdered, the news of this extraordinary martial arts figure's sudden death spread like wildfire, shocking the entire martial world."

He then looked into the distance and continued, "Masters from all sects wanted to meet this female demon and see just how powerful she was. Someone discovered that the Poisonous Rose had arrived at Jiuhua Mountain, so masters gathered there..." "We're searching for this female demon."

Wanli Zhuifeng Qiu Ge nodded and said, "Brother Yu, who is the other mysterious figure besides Poison Rose?"

Nantian Yiyan said, "The Purple-Clad Scholar! This person is even more ruthless than Poison Rose. After each crime, Poison Rose leaves a purple-red rose as a mark. The Purple-Clad Scholar simply leaves his name, Purple-Clad Scholar, and tells you where he is, asking you to find him, but when you go, he's not there or doesn't even exist?" He paused

, then added, "There are two other things that will also ignite the martial arts world's bloodshed."

Wanli Zhuifeng's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly asked, "What are they?"

"The first thing, naturally, is the Dragon Pattern Cauldron, which has been lost for three hundred years and has reappeared in the martial arts world. For this cauldron, not only have many masters from various sects and factions in the martial arts world been dispatched, but also many sect leaders and gang leaders have personally taken action." Wanli Zhuifeng said, "I have heard about this. It is said that the Dragon Pattern Cauldron is currently in the hands of Miao Yifei, the Living Dead of Hell Valley."

Nantian Yiyan shook his head and said, "This happened only a few days ago. Two days ago, the Dragon Pattern Cauldron was stolen from Hell Valley by masters sent by Shaolin Temple and taken back to Shaolin Temple. In the past two days, many people have rushed to Shaolin Temple after hearing the news."

"Uh!—" Wanli Zhuifeng exclaimed in surprise, "Then what is the second thing?" Nantian Yiyan said, "The second thing is even more unexpected. Li Hou, the adopted son of the young master of the Southern Sichuan Hongmen, has already entered the martial arts world. This child's background is mysterious, and he may be involved in this trouble..."

A series of strange events had already terrified Bao Hong, who was eavesdropping from the pine tree. Nantian Yiyan's last few words made his heart pound. Bao Hong thought to himself, "Damn, this old man, I don't know him at all, how does he know about me?" Just then, a shrill scream suddenly rang out. Then—a figure rushed straight into the dense forest, but as soon as his feet touched the ground, he fell to the ground with a "thud!" This sudden strange event startled Nantian Yiyan, Yu Zhen, Wanli Zhuifeng, Qiu Ge, and Bao Hong, who was hiding in the tree branches.

Nantian Yiyan and Wanli Zhuifeng both stood up abruptly, took two large strides, and shouted simultaneously, "Who are you? Who injured you?" The man lying on the ground, enduring the excruciating pain of the poison attacking his heart, answered haltingly, "I... my surname is Jin... poisoned... poisoned... Rose..." Before he could finish the word "rose," his body convulsed, and he coughed up a mouthful of purple blood, dying instantly. Nantian Yiyan examined the deceased; there were no wounds on his body except for a very fine red dot on the acupoint opposite the back of his neck.

But then—Nan Tian Yi Yan said bitterly, “That female demon has killed another young man… Poison Rose, Poison Rose, you… how cruel you are…” Wan Li Zhui Feng’s expression also turned grave. He said, “The name Rose is not bad, but it is indeed too cruel. This person fled from the west. Poison Rose must be not far to the west. We might as well hurry over there to check. Perhaps we can run into this female demon.” Nan Tian Yi Yan said, “From what I can guess, the name Poison Rose is just a nickname given to her by people in the martial arts world. No one knows her real name.” After a pause, he added, “Brother Qiu is right. Let’s hurry west to see if we can run into this female demon…” As soon as he finished

speaking, the two of them simultaneously shook their arms, rising two zhang high into the air. With another shake in mid-air, they swooped down and disappeared as fast as arrows. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had vanished without a trace. Poison Rose had killed the Supreme Venerable Tian Fengyun with her poisonous flowers, and Bao Hong harbored deep hatred for her. He had even prayed to the Supreme Venerable's remains, vowing to avenge him. Moreover, the martial arts masters of the world were gathering at Mount Jiuhua to besiege Poison Rose—a spectacular show and a golden opportunity to avenge the Supreme Venerable. He couldn't miss it. He landed gracefully, leaped out of the dense forest, dismounted his horse, mounted it, and galloped westward.

The horse moved swiftly, and he estimated he had already covered more than ten miles, crossing two or three peaks. However, he found no trace of Poison Rose, nor had Nan Tian Yi Yan and Wan Li Zhui Feng. Bao Hong knew that someone like Poison Rose was not only incredibly vicious but also extremely cunning. Finding her openly would not be easy; he could only rely on constant vigilance and a stroke of luck. With this thought in mind, he temporarily set aside his pursuit of the poisonous rose and focused solely on finding the location of Rouge Valley.

At this moment—midday, when the sun was high in the sky—Bao Hong dismounted, found the foot of an ancient pine tree to sit on, and took out the dry rations he carried, which he was chewing. Suddenly, a strange laugh drifted over, followed by two figures that appeared like lightning within the giant pine tree about ten feet away from him. Startled, he quickly stuffed the unfinished rations into his robes, stood up, and moved stealthily towards the pine forest. Reaching the edge of the forest, he hid behind a giant pine tree and stared intently, only to be horrified… It was a young

man and woman sitting opposite each other. The woman had her back to him; she wore a royal blue outfit, a white ribbon around her waist, and her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back. She had slender shoulders and a beautiful figure. He had seen that breathtakingly beautiful figure before; it was when she killed his junior brother, the fierce dragon, with a poisonous flower. Bao Hong had witnessed that exquisitely beautiful back then. Unfortunately, he couldn't see her true face then, and now, she still had her back to him, still unable to see her true face.

She—she was the ruthless killer, the Poison Rose. Sitting opposite her, his gaze vacant, as if in a trance, the young man in the black robe was none other than the eldest brother of the beautiful maiden—Jiang Cheng. The Poison Rose's seductive laughter was captivating. Jiang Cheng completely lost his reason. His eyes were bloodshot, his face flushed, his lips trembled slightly, and he slowly leaned into the Poison Rose's arms, pressing against her soft breasts. Poison Rose lightly hooked her left arm around Jiang Cheng's shoulder, her jade-like hand gently stroking his back. Then, she slowly raised her right hand, her slender fingers brushing against the hair that hung down to her waist behind her head.

A cluster of purple poisonous rose thorns was about to pierce Jiang Cheng's pressure point on the back of his neck… Suddenly, a faint sound of something cutting through the air rang out behind her. Three cold stars flashed towards Poison Rose's back. Bao Hong had no intention of saving Jiang Cheng; he simply hated Poison Rose and wanted to take advantage of her unpreparedness to strike. A barrage of silver bullets flew towards Poison Rose, accompanied by an angry shout: "Damn it, you bastard, you're killing someone here again!" Poison Rose's martial arts were exceptionally high; she didn't take Bao Hong's barrage of silver bullets seriously at all. She didn't know that the attacker was Bao Hong. In her mind, what were mere hidden weapons? With a sudden surge of true power in her right hand, she could easily deflect all the incoming projectiles.

However, upon hearing the shout, she immediately realized that the person who had ambushed her was Bao Hong, which startled her. She quickly bent her right elbow, using the momentum to deflect three silver bullets that were about to hit her. With her left hand, she forcefully pushed Jiang Cheng away, stood up, and then, with a slender waist and flowing hair, her exquisite body flew more than three zhang away, tumbling several times. A

blue shadow flashed and disappeared instantly. She had suddenly fled after deflecting the hidden weapons; although it involved several movements, her speed was astonishing, and in a flash, she was gone without a trace. This left Bao Hong stunned, speechless for a long time. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "That wicked woman is too ruthless! Today I will definitely kill her to avenge the Supreme Venerable and all those who died unjustly under her poisonous flower!" With that, he took off after her.

He hadn't chased after her for more than three zhang when a silvery voice suddenly rang out behind him, calling out, "Master Bao, I've been looking for you everywhere! Where are you rushing off to?" Startled, Bao Hong abruptly stopped and turned around.

There stood Poison Rose, no more than ten zhang away, a smile on her face, her beautiful eyes gazing at him with deep affection. Her breathtakingly beautiful figure was identical to the Poison Rose who had just tried to kill Jiang Cheng with the poisonous flower. Only now, she wore a white belt around her waist and a royal blue outfit, topped with a satin embroidered cloak, and her long hair was styled in a high bun. It turned out that, to avoid Bao Hong discovering her identity, Poison Rose had hastily pulled a white satin embroidered cloak from her bosom and draped it over herself during her escape. Simultaneously, she moved both hands, instantly gathering her long, loose hair into a high bun. Displaying her unparalleled lightness skill, she circled halfway through the woods, arriving behind Bao Hong with incredible speed.

Even though she was wearing a trench coat and had her hair in a high bun, Bao Hong still felt she resembled the Poison Rose who had tried to kill Jiang Cheng earlier. Still seething with rage, he suddenly swung his right hand, unleashing a powerful palm strike aimed at Poison Rose's chest.

Poison Rose, seemingly caught off guard by Bao Hong's move, leaped to the left in alarm. Her smile vanished, and she said, "What are you doing?" After a slight pause, she continued, "Back at Maple Forest Temple, did you think I just abandoned you like that? So you held a grudge and attacked me without even asking what happened?" She paused again, then added, "Let me tell you, that ugly, red-haired monster I encountered at Maple Forest Temple was Miao Yifei, the living dead from Hell Valley. After you were poisoned by his Yin Corpse Mist and collapsed unconscious, I fought him for a while." At that moment, I gleaned from his mouth that this Corpse Poison could only be cured by his own unique antidote; there was no other medicine in the world that could cure it. So, outnumbered, he seized the opportunity to escape. I wasn't about to let him go, so I pursued him. My purpose, of course, was to force him to hand over the antidote so he could return and cure you of the Corpse Poison Mist. But when I returned to the ancient temple, you were no longer there. All my efforts were in vain, and instead of asking me what was wrong, you struck me with a palm strike. It's like a dog biting Lü Dongbin—unappreciative of a kind heart! It truly…truly breaks my heart.”

As she finished speaking, her voice trembled with grievance, and a few tears rolled down her cheeks. Bao Hong's prejudice against her stemmed solely from his concern for Tian Fengyun, yet he was now deeply moved by her words and tears. He slowly approached, stopping about four or five zhang away from Poison Rose, and exclaimed, "Wow, you really are Yun Niang?" Poison Rose was startled, quickly wiping away her tears with the back of her hand, her sweet smile returning, and she nodded, saying, "Of course I am Yun Niang." After a moment, she deliberately glanced at Jiang Cheng, who lay unconscious on the ground, and asked, "Who did you think I was?"

Bao Hong replied, "Wow, I thought you were that ruthless killer—Poison Rose." Poison Rose Yun Niang was startled again, but then... Calming down, she chuckled and said, "Poison Rose is a remarkable woman in the martial arts world today. Although she's a bit ruthless, her martial arts skills are unfathomable, and her intelligence is unmatched. I wish I had even a fraction of her talent." She paused, blinked her large eyes at Bao Hong, and continued, "I heard this woman has also come to Mount Jiuhua. Because she killed the Supreme Venerable with a poisonous flower, she has aroused public outrage in the martial arts world. Many martial arts masters have gathered at Jiuhua to find her and attack her, wanting to eliminate this scourge. Did you know about this?"

"Hmm..." Bao Hong snorted and nodded, "I know." Poison Rose Yunniang was startled and asked, "How do you know?" Bao Hong replied, "I heard it from someone."

"Who?"

"It was an old man named Nan Tian Yi Yan who said it." Poison Rose was startled and thought to herself, "As expected, there are many masters in Jiuhua Mountain. Nan Tian Yi Yan is a peerless genius whose martial arts have reached a state of perfection. He is indeed a difficult character to fight. It seems that I must be careful at all times and never let anyone discover that I am the target they are hunting—Poison Rose. However, I cannot be completely afraid of them. I want to see just how capable these current martial arts masters are." Thinking this, she calmed herself down and smiled, "Is Poison Rose really that hateful?" Bao Hong said, "Damn, isn't she hateful?" Poison Rose smiled and said, "I think... Poison Rose has not done anything to wrong you, Mr. Bao. What would you do if you saw her?"

Bao Hong looked at her and said, "Damn, just like when I mistook you for Poison Rose, I would strike her with a palm without asking any questions." Poison Rose Yun Niang felt a sudden sharp pain in her heart. She sighed inwardly, thinking, "I never expected that this would be the first and last time I've truly loved him, someone I've never loved before. And yet he hates me so much. I can't bear to think about him..." Thinking this, her eyes welled up with tears again...

After a long while, she forced a blink, forcing back the tears, and forced a smile, saying, "Since she has no grudge against you, why are you doing this? Why don't we just watch the show and see who comes out on top? Wouldn't that be fun?" Bao Hong snorted coldly, saying, "Damn it, you're just here to watch the show. She killed so many people, and you think you can just let it go like that? It's not that simple." Poison Rose felt a pang of sadness. However, she immediately smiled sweetly again, saying, "Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Husband, didn't you come to find Rouge Valley? Did you find it?" Bao Hong shook his head, not answering.

Poison Rose said, "Come on, I'll go with you to find Rouge Valley. You need to take care of your business. This man has probably been acupunctured by Poison Rose; I'll release the pressure points before we leave."

"Okay," Bao Hong hummed in agreement, nodding slightly. Then, she swayed her slender waist and moved with light steps. She swayed closer to Jiang Cheng, extending her delicate, jade-like right hand to gently pat the Phoenix Eye acupoint on the back of Jiang Cheng's left shoulder.

With a sigh, Jiang Cheng immediately exhaled a breath of stagnation. When he regained consciousness, Bao Hong and Poison Rose had already left. Poison Rose's seductive laughter not only captivated the soul but also bewitched one's nature, plunging one into a state of conscious confusion and rational bewilderment, leaving one with no recollection afterward.

Therefore, when Jiang Cheng awoke and found himself lying in the grass of a deep mountain, he involuntarily jolted awake, sitting upright and pondering: How did I get here? Where am I? He tried his best to use his memory to search for what had happened. But apart from vaguely remembering that he had met a stunningly beautiful woman, he couldn't remember anything else. Even the woman's features were blurry and impossible to recall...

Chapter Twelve :

After leaving the forest, Bao Hong untied his mount and held it by his hand, walking slowly forward together.

Bao Hong was deeply moved by her concern for him.

Besides, in the vast Jiuhua Mountain, having her by his side would provide someone to discuss things with.

With this thought in mind, he had no choice but to let her come with him. Although he didn't have the concept of men and women not touching each other, he still felt a little embarrassed, but fortunately, Yunniang didn't bring it up.

The two walked in silence.

Suddenly—Bao Hong remembered something and asked, "Miss Yun, when you chased the living dead from Hell Valley, did you get the antidote from him?"

Poison Rose paused, then said, "To be honest, I forgot to tell you about that."

She then recounted in detail her encounter with the monk Mingjue, one of the Five Elders of the Shaolin Temple's Blue Courtyard, while chasing the living dead Miao Yifei from Hell Valley.

At the end, she turned to Bao Hong and asked, "According to the living dead Miao Yifei, those poisoned by his Yin Qi needed his unique antidote to force the poison to heal. How did you recover?" Bao

Hong made a face and said, "Wow! I'm incredibly lucky! I had a stroke of luck and met a remarkable person who gifted me the elixir."

He didn't tell her about his romantic encounter in Baijiabao.

Hearing Yun Niang mention the Shaolin Temple monk Mingjue and how the Dragon Pattern Cauldron had been stolen from Hell Valley by Shaolin Temple's experts, Bao Hong was filled with shock and anger, and immediately decided to go to Shaolin Temple!

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he began to calculate: if he couldn't get a satisfactory answer from Rouge Valley, he would go to Shaolin Temple and demand the Dragon Pattern Cauldron from the abbot.

Yunniang, knowing his feelings, considerately remained silent, and the two walked side-by-side in silence…

After crossing three peaks, it was already noon.

They sat side-by-side under a rocky outcrop where spring water flowed, sharing their provisions.

Bao Hong began to watch her intently; as she ate, her breasts jiggled as if springs were inside them.

Her whole body seemed engulfed in flames, or like the surging waves of a vast ocean, rising and falling with each breath. This woman was a "time bomb," about to "explode."

Bao Hong turned to look at her, his eyes glazing over.

Just then, a groan drifted over.

They turned to look and saw a natural cave not far from the rocky outcrop; the groan was coming from there.

Yunniang glanced at him, as if seeking his opinion.

"Damn! Watching is fine, but don't gossip like a 'henchman' later!"

Bao Hong said this because he sensed the groans were unusual, definitely not coming from the patient, and he was very familiar with that sound, having clinical experience with it.

Another reason was that he still wasn't at ease with Yunniang, always feeling she was connected to Poison Rose. Those

who died at Poison Rose's hands were all young people; what would happen if she saw this? Therefore, Bao Hong had to lay down some ground rules with her.

"Alright! I'll listen to you for life, okay?"

So, the two approached the cave entrance, and even from several feet away, they heard laughter—a woman's laughter.

“You rascal…don’t touch me like that! You…um!…look at you…um!…”

Then, the woman giggled and said, “Oh my!…you’re making all my pores itchy…um!…hahaha…”

Bao Hong glanced at Yun Niang and thought to himself, “Damn! I can feel that Yun Niang is about to explode with anger.”

Yunniang approached the rocky cliff, step by step drawing closer to the cave. Because it was daytime, the view was exceptionally clear, and the sounds of waves emanating from within were constant.

She and Bao Hong held their breath and peered through the ventilation shaft.

What they saw was exactly as Bao Hong had predicted. Yunniang trembled with rage, her hand gripping Bao Hong's right hand tightly. The woman lay naked on the ground, and the man was also completely naked, like a wild beast in heat.

He lay on top of her, gently caressing her large, firm breasts, then pressing his hand against her lower abdomen…

“Mmm!…Brother! You're so bad…so bad…knowing I'm ticklish…you still tickled me on purpose…Mmm! Okay, okay…you're so naughty…”

The man's lips slowly moved downwards, and she immediately tilted her head back, using her neck and chest to receive his passionate kiss.

Her warm breasts radiated an indescribable pleasure, the pleasure generated by his passionate kiss quickly coursing through her entire body.

He held the purple grape in his mouth, lightly licking it with the tip of his tongue.

This only intensified her desire, causing her to moan uncontrollably, her arms pressing his neck down even tighter until she felt pain throughout her body.

Meanwhile, his other hands slowly moved downwards, caressing her narrow waist, her smooth abdomen, and finally reaching her crotch.

Her moans grew more intense, deeper, and more sensual; her thirsty red lips parted slightly, her snow-white thighs tensely crossed.

That area was moistened by the wellspring of love.

"You rascal, have mercy on me! Hey… hurry up and go in!…"

He ignored her, continuing his search, his hands gently sliding down, his fingers reaching… and then… teasing her. Immediately

, her burning desire was ignited.

Her almost painful moans grew stronger, her long nails digging into his broad back, piercing his flesh.

He felt a slight pain, and from her reaction, he knew she had been aroused to an intense passion. Didn't he understand what she needed?

But he knew in his heart that

if he were to mount her now and give her what she needed, he would need the energy and resources to fight tirelessly.

However, after two bloody battles through the night, his former prowess had been greatly diminished.

Therefore, he had to use another method! He had

to ignite her passion to its boiling point, until she could no longer sustain it, and then break through her defenses in one fell swoop to have any hope of victory.

He calmly waited, his hands becoming an incredibly strange weapon, constantly stirring her vital points.

She—was driven mad by this guerrilla tactic.

She—felt like ants crawling all over her body.

She screamed, twisting her plump buttocks, thrusting out her lower abdomen…

helplessly accepting his deadly stimulation, yet unable to find complete physical liberation from it.

His hot breath kissed her left breast, then moved to her right, his exquisite sucking seeming to draw her very heart out.

His hand reached down to her lower body, transforming into a magician's touch; even the slightest movement sent shivers down her spine.

His other, deft hand circled behind her neck, tracing the smoothness of her back. Each

time he touched her with such passion, sensuality, and provocation, an indescribable pleasure surged through her, overflowing from the depths of her being, spreading and expanding like lightning throughout her body… She could only writhe, try to escape…

He was being too cruel, too unbearable.

She twisted and turned, from one end to the other, and back again…

Yet—no matter how she writhed, how she cried out, his strong body remained firmly pressed down upon her.

Finally, with even stronger resistance, she endured his heavy body, twisting and turning... twisting and turning... twisting again...

"Ugh!... You rascal... you..."

she cried out, and in the instant his arm loosened, she frantically flipped herself over, capturing this wild horse and straddling him.

She immediately met his with the slightly protruding clitoris of her thighs.

Now, her empty consciousness was filled with something tangible, and she finally caught her breath.

"Oh!... Brother... you're just like a wild horse!"

The boy beneath her opened his eyes and saw her watery eyes radiating an unusual light.

Her snow-white breasts, heavy and firm, swayed rhythmically with the rise and fall of her body, a slippery feeling emanating from them.

She panted heavily, rising and falling, and in the instant her full body pressed down on him, her warm, fiery place burned him with a dazed intoxication.

That astonishing little hole, like a narrow, purple door, contrasted sharply with her tall, imposing figure.

She galloped on, displaying her fierce power.

Her riding skills weren't particularly refined.

But he was a steed that deeply understood human nature.

He knew how to make her more fulfilled, more perfect.

He bent his knees, his thighs tightly wrapped around her plump buttocks, letting her urge him on.

In fact, he was a stallion, possessing a weapon as magnificent as a stallion's.

Her narrow little door was pried open by the sharp tool, resisting fiercely, entering her darkest place, where a raging torrent surged and overflowed, a vast expanse of sensation.

She became more frenzied, more savage.

But the climax came quickly; she could no longer hold on, only able to lie on top of him, panting softly.

But he remained so valiant, his erect member pressing her tightly against his honeyed depths.

Her soft flesh fueled his lust, and unwilling to stop there, he resisted.

He rolled over, turning her face downwards, grabbing her calves and hoisting them onto his shoulders, leaving her lower body completely empty, her thighs spread wide.

She was tense; suspended like this, her body went limp, leaving her helplessly opening herself wide for him.

He was like an ancient warrior, thrusting his spear.

Instantly, he pierced her honeyed depths.

He felt the world suddenly expand, and he felt pleasure at the display of his abilities.

Undoubtedly, this time he had entered her life, awakening her dormant soul.

She wanted to cry with pleasure, but the sounds she uttered were a mixture of joy and pain.

In such a skillful position, she experienced even greater pleasure, like a rising tide, wave after wave, crashing against her ecstatic heart, stimulating her most sensitive nerves.

"Ugh!...Mmm!...Great...Beautiful..." she cried out, moaning...

her plump buttocks writhing even more violently.

She couldn't bear this stimulation; she felt the pain behind the pleasure.

“Brother… put me down…”

He looked at her and continued to thrust forward relentlessly. He had to complete this pirate-like conquest until he subdued her.

Finally—she had no room to resist.

She was completely submissive beneath him, blood rushing to her head.

He, too, reached his climax, achieving supreme satisfaction.

At that moment—Yunniang suddenly realized that she was pressed tightly against Bao Hong's chest, his hands embracing her, his palms intentionally or unintentionally resting on her breasts.

A blush rose on Yunniang's face. She pulled Bao Hong's hands away and whispered, "Let's go!"

"Wow! Where to?"

"Oh! Let's go, what's there to see?" Without waiting for Bao Hong's agreement, she grabbed his right wrist and ran forward.

Bao Hong was pulled along by Yunniang, and the two ran until they stopped at a cliff. At one corner of the cliff was a cave.

The cave walls were about fifteen or sixteen feet deep. About halfway inside, near the ceiling, was a secluded crevice, large enough to hide three people.

The two crawled into the cave.

Yunniang said, "I've been staying here for the past two days."

"Wow! You've been here for several days?"

"When I saw you at the ancient temple, I thought of Rouge Valley. I knew you would come, and I was right." She paused, then said, "Why do you like watching that?..."

"Wow! What do you mean 'that'? Can you be clear?"

Yunniang's cheeks flushed, and she whispered, "It's that kind of thing just now!"

"Wow! You were the one who wanted to go see it!"

"You rascal! How was I supposed to know it was..."

"Wow! You were the one who wanted to go see it!"

"You rascal! How was I supposed to know it was..."

"Wow! What did you think it was?"

"I thought it was someone who was injured and making groans..."

"Wow! It sounded like someone who was injured!"

"You... you're embarrassing me. I'm so ashamed..." As she spoke, she raised her hand as if to hit her, but Bao Hong grabbed her hand and pulled her along.

Caught off guard, she leaned forward, her delicate body falling into Bao Hong's arms. Bao Hong gently pulled her close, lowered his head, and sealed her beautiful, exquisite lips with his.

Her reaction was passionate; she had long considered Bao Hong her beloved, and it was rare for him to "take the initiative."

She abandoned her girlish reserve, her soft arms wrapping around his shoulders. The moment their lips met, her tongue began to "cross the line," swirling inside his mouth.

He frantically, greedily, sucked at her saliva, and she squirmed restlessly.

Under his pressure, she tilted her head back, pressing her lower abdomen tightly against his thigh.

Bao Hong's hands busied themselves on her face, climbing the familiar peaks—the places that had once deeply intoxicated him, the places he could never forget—but now he was climbing another peak.

He was like a member of a mountaineering team, conquering the summits of several mountains in a short period.

That passionate, reckless kiss made Yunniang feel suffocated. Just as she pulled away and caught her breath, he kissed her again, this time as she gasped for air.

"Hong! You're so hot…you're so crazy…mmm…"

Yunniang moaned softly, writhing…

until he too was breathless, he released her face and gazed intently at the beautiful woman before him.

Her face was flushed, her thick eyelashes fluttered rapidly, beads of sweat glistened on her straight, delicate nose, and her soft red lips were slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something, yet hesitated.

She simply let him gaze at her intently, her hands gripping his hand placed on her chest, pressing it tightly, letting the heat emanating from it warm her rapidly heaving breasts.

"Hong! Don't leave me, don't hate me, okay?" Yunniang asked shyly, her voice trembling slightly.

She lowered her head shyly; it took immense courage to utter those two words.

“I won’t, Yunniang, give it to me now!” Bao Hong gazed at her tenderly.

“Hong!…Remove it for me.” She pleaded urgently.

This kiss was more passionate, more thorough, and more stimulating than before.

She kept moving her lower body, rubbing against him, and inexplicably he felt her stimulation.

Her bodice was unbuttoned, revealing a pink undergarment. Her waistband loosened, and her long skirt and trousers fell down naturally, leaving her only in pink panties. Her

snow-white skin dazzled Bao Hong, and her breasts trembled as if they were about to jump out of the undergarment. He couldn’t help but pull her close, lowering his head to kiss her breasts, his hands behind her back skillfully untying the undergarment.

She gasped, pressing his head down with her arms. Her body slowly slid down, falling to the ground, lying flat.

Bao Hong immediately pressed down on her, his hands roughly searching, searching the places he had been.

These places were familiar, but they were still different. Every woman's structure was different, each with her own appearance and unique charm.

Her breasts seemed much more mature and larger than those of the Fairy Hibiscus or Bai Yifeng, and while they remained firm, they were also much softer and smoother.

Bao Hong pinched the gradually hardening nipples, while Yunniang trembled repeatedly, her pretty face suddenly swaying from side to side.

"Ah!" The first invasion of the young girl's sacred peaks made her hair stand on end, and her body shudder.

Bao Hong sucked on her breasts back and forth, his right hand also "wandering" all over her body.

However—when he tentatively crossed her "dark forest" below, attempting to "break through," he was stopped by her jade-like hand.

Bao Hong lingered at the "entrance" for a while, until she finally "gave in."

As soon as his right hand approached her "entrance," he immediately felt a wet, glistening liquid, and he immediately realized what was happening and moved his right hand away. He gently pressed down on her, his "stick" tentatively rubbing against her vulva a few times, causing her to tremble involuntarily.

Bao Hong patiently resumed sucking and playing with her two "sacred peaks." Meanwhile, his "mushroom head" quietly opened the door to her "Hongyang Cave."

Yunniang spread her legs to the sides, nervously welcoming "it."

Bao Hong caressed her while slowly pushing his "stick" in, thinking to himself, "Damn! This (ribbon-cutting) is even more troublesome than the last two!"

Even though Bao Hong was being gentle enough, and although Yunniang's honeypot was already overflowing with desire, her entrance was simply too narrow, making it almost impossible for Bao Hong to move forward. With each inch he penetrated, she trembled all over, and cold sweat naturally broke out on her forehead along with her trembling, but she gritted her teeth and refused to make a sound.

Seeing this, Bao Hong secretly stopped advancing and said apologetically, "Yunniang!...Yunniang! I'm sorry!"

Upon hearing this, Yunniang quickly shook her head and said, "It's my fault for being so weak!" As she spoke, she suddenly thrust her lower body upwards with force.

"Ah!"

Bao Hong said with concern, "Yunniang, if you're not feeling well, let's rest!"

Yunniang hurriedly said, "It's alright! It's alright!" At the same time, she began to thrust upwards.

The tearing, burning pain caused her to stop immediately after thrusting twice. Not only was she covered in cold sweat, but her entire body muscles were also trembling uncontrollably.

This was pure torture!

Bao Hong tenderly wiped the cold sweat from her body, thinking to himself, "Damn! I didn't expect her to be so competitive."

Yun Niang, however, secretly regulated her inner energy. She was also thinking to herself, "If I can't even 'pass' this hurdle, how will I adapt to the life of my beloved in the future, let alone become a wife?"

Bao Hong, on the other hand, was secretly observing her body.

Upon closer inspection, he was immediately stunned by her captivating beauty, his blood boiling even more, and his "jade pestle" trembled slightly.

After Yun Niang's energy calmed down a bit, she began to tentatively twist.

Bao Hong understood and used the "short-stroke" technique, gently stepping in place. His

"jade pestle" immediately began to gently thrust in and out.

Yun Niang endured the tearing pain and twisted gently.

Only by enduring the bitterness can one appreciate the sweetness. After a short while, Yun Niang felt... the pain lessen slightly, secretly letting out a sigh of relief, and then twisted again.

Bao Hong tentatively changed from "short-handed" to "puppet-like," gradually increasing the force, thrusting in one stroke at a time.

When muffled "thump! thump!" sounds came from Yun Niang's honeyed orifice, Bao Hong exclaimed joyfully, "Wow! It's done! Yun Niang, it's done!" Overjoyed, he immediately kissed her cherry lips again.

Yun Niang was even more delighted upon hearing this, and couldn't help but hug him tightly.

The two kissed until they were almost breathless before finally separating. Yun Niang, remembering how tightly she had hugged him, blushed and immediately closed her eyes, her delicate face flushing again.

Bao Hong, unable to resist, kissed her again.

Both were naked, their blood boiling.

Bao Hong kissed her while gently moving.

A moment later—he supported himself with his elbows, thrusting in and out while caressing her jade breasts, and soft "sizzle! sizzle!" sounds immediately came from inside her.

Although Yunniang still felt pain, she gradually became able to endure it. Even with her eyes tightly closed, she stiffly thrust her lower body to meet his thrusts.

Seeing this, Bao Hong couldn't help but secretly admire her vigorous "fighting spirit."

After a while—Yunniang's pain lessened, Bao Hong confidently accelerated his advance.

The "sizzle! sizzle!" sounds became clearer.

Soon, Bao Hong's "jade pestle" was fully inside her honeyed orifice.

Immediately, the sounds of "slap! slap!" echoed from within.

After realizing that Yunniang had gradually adapted to his movements, Bao Hong whispered, "Yunniang, I'm going to start attacking now." With that, he immediately began to thrust forcefully. With

each thrust, her clitoris would feel a tingling sensation.

With each thrust, she would let out a "Ugh!"

With each withdrawal, the two "doors" of her honeyed orifice would immediately open outwards, and blood would flow out, yet she responded without hesitation.

She was buying and selling on the spot, trying to match the positions she had recently observed, but she forgot that she was a virgin. Therefore, in less than half an hour, she was already panting heavily.

The worst part was that her "virgin territory" had absolutely no "defenses," not even the most basic "parachute pit," so she was "going in with her back to the court"—a "beating" situation.

Thus, she gradually reached her "orgasm."

She not only panted heavily, but also began to moan.

"Hong, you're making me feel both pain and pleasure... your little darling is so hot and hard, making me feel incredibly good... ah, um, um, oh, I feel so good. Now I know what it means to eat sugarcane backwards, the sweetness comes later..." she cried out, her body trembling frequently.

Bao Hong had just spent a long time working on this virgin, and now, his penis was being sucked and licked from all sides by her tight, narrow honey hole, experiencing extreme pleasure!

After a tremor, he felt a surge of pleasure.

He knew he was about to "deliver."

He began his final "assassination"!

The sounds of "snap! snap!" and "hmm!" followed by "oh!" were followed by Yunniang's sudden cry: "Hong! I'm flying! I'm going to heaven!" She then tightly embraced Bao Hong.

Stimulated by this, Bao Hong felt a surge of pleasure, and a rapid stream of ejaculation began...

It took a full half-cup of tea for both of them to recover from their passion.

Bao Hong gently kissed her and said, "Yunniang, you're so beautiful!"

Yunniang softly replied, "Hong! You're so strong, a dragon among men!"

They then kissed again.

After a while—Bao Hong slowly moved away, immediately drawing a patch of blood from her vulva.

He stood up, picked up his clothes, and went outside.

A moment later, he returned with a damp cloth, saying, "Yunniang, take this to wipe yourself!"

Yunniang blushed and nodded.

She watched him leave the cave before enduring the pain in her lower body, slowly sitting up to clean herself.

Her mind, however, kept replaying the blissful sensation she had just experienced…

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After their union, the two naturally grew closer.

They whispered sweet nothings to each other, leading their mounts, and after about the time it takes to eat a meal, they climbed another towering peak.

Suddenly—Poison Rose's gaze fell upon a peak, where a chilling sword aura surged. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly tugged at Bao Hong's sleeve, looking down. She saw a flash of white light, dazzling and brilliant. Due to the distance, she couldn't hear the clash of weapons.

Both of them had exceptional eyesight; even from a distance, they could see that the swirling white light indicated two masters were dueling, and even their figures were obscured by the swirling sword light.

Bao Hong and Yun Niang were both newcomers to the martial arts world and had rarely witnessed such fierce battles. This intense duel between masters was something they had never seen before in their lives.

Two streaks of silver light flashed, encircling a ball of white light over ten feet in size, swirling and flowing within the sheer drop of the valley. No one could be seen; it was truly terrifying!

Poison Rose stared intently for a while, then turned to Bao Hong and said, "One of the two fighting in the valley might be a master from Rouge Valley, perhaps even the Rouge Goddess herself. Such a duel between masters is a rare sight in a lifetime. Why don't we go down the peak and take a look?"

Bao Hong frowned slightly and said, "Damn! What makes you think it's a master from Rouge Valley or the Rouge Goddess herself? I think it's more likely that Poison Rose (that scoundrel) has encountered a master and is fighting like a cornered beast!"

Poison Rose was taken aback and was about to argue.

Bao Hong suddenly said, "I've traveled day and night, enduring countless hardships, to reach Jiuhua Mountain. My purpose is to find Rouge Valley and seek an audience with the Rouge Goddess Xia Xuesheng. I hope she can tell me the real name of the other scholar in purple robes and where he lives. If the two fighting in the valley is indeed the Rouge Goddess Xia Xuesheng, then I will definitely lend her a hand after I go down..."

Poison Rose shook her head and said, "Didn't you hear what Senior Zhong, the purple-robed scholar from Xiangxi Yintao Manor, said? The Rouge Goddess Xia Xuesheng is a notoriously eccentric monster in the martial arts world. We can only observe from the sidelines and cannot interfere. If we intervene to help her, it might backfire and incur her displeasure, making things even more difficult." After saying this, she led the way down the peak.

Although this peak was not a sheer cliff as steep as a blade, its slope was very steep, the path was rugged, and it was full of low trees and protruding rocks, making it extremely dangerous.

Although Bao Hong and Poison Rose both possessed exceptional lightness skills, they dared not rush down, proceeding cautiously and slowly, taking the time it takes to eat a meal to reach the bottom of the valley.

Looking up, they saw the two fighting increasingly fiercely, the dense, continuous sword light obscuring their figures, making it impossible for Bao Hong and Poison Rose to discern who was engaged in such a brutal duel.

Suddenly—a deafening clang of metal clashing rang out, and the swirling, tangled mass of eerie white sword light abruptly separated.

Taking advantage of the moment the two separated, Bao Hong and Poison Rose focused their attention, and what they saw almost made them cry out in disbelief.

Before them stood a beautiful young woman dressed entirely in white, holding a long sword, standing with fury in her eyes.

The person standing to her right, to Bao Hong and Poison Rose's utter surprise, was none other than Zhong Yu, the purple-clad scholar from the Xiangxi Yintao Manor.

Even more strangely, although the two had been separated for some time, they seemed oblivious to Bao Hong and Poison Rose, neither turning to look at them.

Bao Hong carefully examined the two men; both were sweating profusely, indicating that their fierce battle had drained their strength.

He was somewhat puzzled. The purple-robed scholar, Zhong Yu, was already a renowned figure in the martial arts world. Just look at his performance at Yin Tao Manor—when he struck a giant pine tree with a single palm strike, branches flew in all directions—the power was astonishing!

Now, in a sword fight with a girl who couldn't possibly be more than twenty years old, he was forced to sweat profusely. This showed the depth of her martial arts skills.

But who was she a disciple of? Could she be the apprentice of the Rouge Goddess?

Just as this thought crossed his mind, he suddenly saw—the white-robed girl let out a long howl, her voice like the roar of a raging wind, reaching the heavens.

Then—she brandished her longsword, drawing a circle of silver light, unleashing a chilling sword aura, and brought it down upon the purple-robed scholar, Zhong Yu.

The purple-robed scholar, Zhong Yu, swung his sword. A chilling aura swept through, accompanied by an incomparably sharp sword wind. A resounding clang of metal echoed as the two swords clashed and then abruptly separated.

The white-clad girl smiled coldly and said, "The purple-robed scholar is indeed worthy of his reputation, but to enter Rouge Valley, you must overcome my first hurdle. Otherwise, how can my master withstand my (Heavenly Net Palm)?" With that, she suddenly thrust her sword forward, her movements both sharp and cleaving, aiming for the vital points of "Wai Guan" and "Liang Men." A brilliant light flowed, like a shower of silver sword blossoms, strangely unpredictable and wondrous.

Bao Hong's heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself, "Wow! Yun Niang was right. This white-clad girl is indeed a master of Rouge Valley. Judging from her tone, and the fact that she's a disciple of the Rouge Goddess… what kind of swordsmanship is she using? So wondrous!"

It should be known that the Rouge Goddess Xia Xuesheng's "Heavenly Net Palm" and Thirteen Forms of "Heavenly Net Sword Technique" were renowned throughout the land, but few had actually witnessed them.

The white-clad girl, Qiu Miaoxiang, had mastered her master's swordsmanship.

Moreover, this particular sword move was "Heavenly Net Demon," one of the four ultimate techniques of the Thirteen Forms of the Heavenly Net Swordplay.

This move was incredibly profound and exquisite.

A flash of silver light dazzled the eye.

Seeing the opponent's sword strike so strangely and fiercely, the purple-clad scholar, Zhong Yu, quickly retreated two steps, then suddenly swung his sword, drawing a circle of silver light around him, deflecting the incoming sword attacks.

The two clashed briefly before separating abruptly.

Qiu Miaoxiang, seeing that her opponent could use his superb internal energy to infuse his sword and break through her "Heavenly Net Demon," couldn't help but show surprise!

But in an instant, her expression returned to coldness and anger, and she suddenly swung her sword, launching a fierce attack.

The purple-clad scholar, Zhong Yu, raised his sword to meet it, and the two swords clashed once more.

Bao Hong and Poison Rose watched with great anxiety!

Poison Rose wanted to unleash her soul-stirring laughter to intimidate the two, causing them to stop fighting so she could plan her way into the valley.

However, with Bao Hong present, she couldn't act rashly. She was determined not to let Bao Hong know that she was the feared Poison Rose; in his presence, she always appeared as Yun Niang, another woman of the martial world. Therefore, she could only stand there woodenly, watching blankly.

Bao Hong, however, could no longer contain himself. He suddenly roared and leaped forward, trying to stop the fierce battle between the white-clad girl and the purple-clad scholar.

But even when he was still a few feet away, he felt himself blocked by the chilling wind of their swordplay!

He immediately leaped back, turning to Poison Rose and exclaiming, "Holy crap! Yunniang, what do we do?"

Yunniang frowned slightly and said, "There's no other way but to force our way in. Wait here, I'll give it a try."

With that, she took off her white satin embroidered overcoat, flicked her wrist, and swung it straight at the white-clad sword's gust of wind. The attack was not only incredibly sharp but also incredibly powerful. Poison Rose, risking her life, gathered her inner strength, channeling it into the overcoat, and used it as a weapon to sweep it away, forcing her way in.

Her intention in entering the circle was to dissuade them, so that she and Bao Hong could ask the purple-clad scholar for clarification on what had happened.

Unexpectedly, her entry into the sword circle caused a misunderstanding with another person.

But then—a cold laugh rang out, and he said, "Don't you understand the rules of one-on-one combat in the martial arts world? Besides, Rouge Valley isn't a place for you to run wild!" As he spoke, an incredibly powerful force swept across, directly attacking the Poison Rose and also blocking the fierce battle between the white-clad girl and the purple-clad scholar.

Such force—the infamous "Heavenly Net Palm" technique known to everyone in Jiang Chao—was too much for Poison Rose to withstand, caught completely off guard.

She felt a churning in her internal organs, was thrown back several feet, and barely managed to regain her footing. Her white satin embroidered cloak nearly flew out of her hand.

Just then, a woman appeared between the white-clad girl and the purple-robed scholar…

This woman wore a blue satin dress, her long hair flowing down her back. She was estimated to be over sixty, but judging from her willow-leaf eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and her exquisitely beautiful face flushed with a rosy hue, she seemed to be no more than thirty!

She was Xia Xuesheng, the Rouge Goddess of Rouge Valley.

Although her exquisite face was flushed with a rosy hue, a cold frost covered it.

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