[Fantasy] Treasure Cauldron (Complete) - 17

Chapter Thirty-Six:

Yunniang finished feeding him the medicine. Looking up, she felt a burning sensation all over her body, her breath quickened, and her face flushed red. She couldn't understand why…

The elixir, washed down by the water, went straight into Bao Hong's stomach. About the time it takes to eat two meals, Bao Hong, still unconscious, felt a fragrance open in his seven orifices, his strength flowing to his dantian, the elixir producing a jade-like liquid that gently expelled his pain…

After another cup of hot tea's time, he slowly awoke, his eyes slightly open, tears streaming down his face. Upon waking, he clearly sensed a strange, refreshing fragrance still lingering in his stomach.

Bao Hong knew he had taken the miraculous elixir and had escaped death's clutches. His mind cleared, and he suddenly straightened up, about to stand.

Yunniang quickly pressed his right shoulder down, whispering, “You just took the medicine; its effects haven't fully worn off. It's not good to move around too much. Anyway, it's already dawn; rest a bit more before you leave.”

Bao Hong was startled: “Wow, why isn't that Sister Jiao’s voice?” Turning around, he was stunned by what he saw.

After a long while, he whispered with great surprise, "Wow, Sister Yun, it's you."

Yun Niang nodded with a charming smile and said, "Yes, it's me."

Bao Hong laughed, "Wow, when did you arrive? Where's Sister Jiao?"

Yun Niang said, "I've been here for a long time. Are you asking about Ru Yun Yun Nu? She left with her senior brother Jiang Cheng."

She paused, pointed to the two charred corpses lying on the floor of the main hall, and continued, "Jiang Cheng even used his Flaming Palm to kill two people from Night Rain Manor to save his junior sister."

"Oh—" Bao Hong said, "Wow, she was injured by the Xuan Yin Needle. I wonder if she took the medicine?"

Yun Niang was taken aback and said, "Her senior brother Jiang Cheng will probably have a way!" Since Bao Hong had only recently taken the medicine and his injuries had not yet improved, Yun Niang did not let him talk too much so as not to hinder his recovery. So the two lay there quietly until after noon, when Bao Hong's internal injuries had improved, and they rode away from the hall side by side on their sturdy horses.

On the way, the two recounted their experiences since they last met. By dusk, they had arrived at a bustling little town.

Although the town was very lively, inns were scarce. After walking two streets, they finally found a simple little restaurant in a small alley. This restaurant also served as an inn. Seeing their attire, the waiter knew they were江湖人士 (jianghu figures, people of the martial arts world) and dared not be negligent. He greeted them, took their mounts, and respectfully asked with a smile, "Are you staying here?"

"Yes, please bring us two servings of the best food..." Before he could finish speaking, Bao Hong turned to the innkeeper and asked, "Do you have any wine?"

"Yes," the innkeeper replied with a smile. Pointing to a row of wine bottles on the counter, she replied, "Our town has a specialty wine called 'Jade Dew Red,' which is not only fragrant and delicious but also very nourishing. Sir, would you like a bottle?"

Bao Hong nodded, thinking he couldn't finish his meal and wanted a glass, but before he could speak, Yunniang preemptively said to the shopkeeper, "No," and then solemnly said to Bao Hong, "Your injury hasn't fully healed; you shouldn't drink. Let's order some food!"

Seeing her concern for his health, Bao Hong naturally didn't want to refuse her kindness. He smiled at Yunniang and turned to the waiter, saying, "Damn, my nose's all flared up from a cold. Waiter, forget the wine, just bring the food quickly."

The waiter obeyed and left, and the two sat down at a table by the window. The waiter brought the food, and Bao Hong and Yunniang picked up their bowls and chopsticks, about to begin eating, when suddenly a large monk entered from outside. The monk, around fifty-seven or fifty-eight years old, wore a gray robe and carried a large red lacquered gourd, as big as a bushel, on his back. His eyes were like lightning. He glanced at Bao Hong and Yun Niang casually, then sat down at the next table and shouted, "Hey, waiter, bring the wine!"

The waiter bowed and replied, "Yes, Master. Do you want one bottle or two?"

The monk laughed heartily, his voice booming like a bell, making the wooden planks of the simple inn tremble slightly. He laughed and said, "One bottle, two bottles? Bring all the wine on the counter! I'm only half-drunk. Enough talk, bring it over!"

The monk's laughter and words stunned everyone in the restaurant. The row of wine on the counter was at least twenty large bottles. He could only get half-drunk; if he were to get completely drunk, he would need forty or fifty kilograms of liquor—a truly enormous capacity. From his laughter, it was clear he was a monk with extraordinary skills.

The restaurant staff, not daring to utter a single word of dissent, repeatedly said, "Yes, yes!" and began moving the wine.

Bao Hong and Yun Niang exchanged a glance, then lowered their heads to continue eating, but they could no longer concentrate on their food and drink. They were speculating about the monk's origins.

Was he a monk from Tianlei Temple who had tracked them down and was showing off to bolster their prestige before actually fighting them?

Although the monk's appearance wasn't particularly fierce, his temples were high, his eyes shone brightly, and his laughter was booming; it was obvious he possessed astonishing internal strength. The waiters had already moved all twenty-six bottles of wine from the counter to the monk. The monk laughed again...

Amidst the laughter, he took the large red lacquered gourd from his back, placed it on his lap, opened the lid, reached for a bottle on the table, brought it to his lips, and blew on it. The neck of the bottle snapped cleanly, as if cut by a knife. Then, with a splash, he poured a large bottle of wine into a red lacquered gourd. In less than the time it

takes to drink half a cup of hot tea, the monk poured twenty large bottles of wine into the gourd in the same manner. This skill was truly astonishing. Not only were the restaurant owner, waiters, and guests stunned, but even Bao Hong and Yun Niang, who possessed extraordinary skills, were secretly amazed.

They thought to themselves, "Using internal force to blow and break the bottle neck isn't so surprising. What's amazing is that the shape of each broken bottle is exactly the same, as if cut with a knife, without any gaps or unevenness. From this, we can tell that the force he blew must be extremely thin and sharp; otherwise, this phenomenon wouldn't occur. The difficulty lies here. This kind of magical internal strength is something we've never even heard of, let alone seen."

However, the two couldn't help but look at each other, expressing their great admiration for the monk's martial arts, and thus becoming even more wary.

While the two of them were pondering for a moment, the head monk had already picked up the large red lacquered gourd with both hands, poured the entire gourd of jade dew into his mouth, and gulped it down.

Leftover wine dripped from the corner of his mouth, staining his chest. He raised his right hand, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, closed the gourd, slung it over his shoulder, and called out loudly, "Hey, waiter, come here."

The waiter, trembling with fear, slowly approached, bowed to the monk, and asked softly, "Master, what can I do for you?"

The monk said, "Calculate the bill, see how much silver you want, including the bottles of wine."

The waiter dared not speak directly, first glancing at the innkeeper, then stammering, "This, this..."

The monk's face darkened, and he shouted, "This... what is this? People say monks eat Western food, but we Shaolin monks always strictly adhere to the rules and never dare to misbehave outside. How much silver do you want? Tell me quickly."

Bao Hong and Miss Yun were surprised again when they heard he was a Shaolin monk.

A dozen bottles of fine Jade Dew Red wine and twenty other bottles—the waiter really didn't know how much to ask the monk for. However, the man stood there dumbfounded, speechless.

Seeing that he hadn't offered a price for a long time, the senior monk grew impatient. He reached into his robes and pulled out a gleaming silver ingot, tossing it onto the table and asking, "Is this enough?" The innkeeper, glancing at the silver on the table, estimated it to be at least ten taels. Overjoyed, he bowed repeatedly and replied, "Enough, enough! Thank you for your generous gift, Master."

The monk chuckled and turned to leave, but then his eyes fell upon Bao Hong's white-saddled steed standing proudly outside the inn. His heart skipped a beat. He turned back, bowed respectfully to Bao Hong, and asked, "Is this young hero Bao?"

Bao Hong was taken aback, then cupped his hands and replied, "Wow, this old man is quite famous, indeed, I am Bao Hong. But how did you know, Master?"

The monk smiled again and said, "Your mount is invincible, I've heard my senior brother mention it. How could I not recognize you?"

Bao Hong was taken aback again, but he smiled calmly and asked, "Wow, the old man is singing an old tune. Who is your senior brother, and what is your Master's Dharma name? Could you please tell me?"

The monk replied without hesitation, "My senior brother is Mingjue..." "I am Mingwu, the modern leader of our sect, and one of the Five Elders of Shaolin Temple." He paused, his expression slightly changing, his piercing gaze fixed on Bao Hong's face, and continued, "Someone has been leaving notes everywhere, inviting heroes from all over the world to a martial arts contest at Kuzhu Peak of Diancang Mountain next Lantern Festival. Whoever wins will receive the world-renowned Dragon Pattern Cauldron. Does Benefactor Bao know about this? Who is this person?"

Bao Hong and Yun Niang both knew that the Shaolin monks had already blamed them for stealing the Dragon Pattern Cauldron and kidnapping the sect leader. To avoid arousing suspicion from Master Mingwu, Bao Hong raised an eyebrow and replied, "Damn, the willow tree blooms but bears no fruit. I've also received this strange letter inviting me to a duel at Bitter Bamboo Peak next year's Lantern Festival, but I don't know who left it. It's truly bizarre."

Mingwu chuckled coldly and said, "Not strange at all. Who did it knows best. Will Benefactor Bao go to Bitter Bamboo Peak to keep the appointment?"

Hearing his tone, Bao Hong knew the old monk was suspicious of him again. He smiled and replied, "Damn, of course I'll go. Let's see how the person who left the letter handles things then."

Mingwu chuckled coldly again and said, "In that case, let's meet at Bitter Bamboo Peak. This humble monk takes his leave." With that, he secretly channeled his inner strength, clasped his hands together, bowed to Bao Hong, and turned to leave.

After Mingwu left, the innkeeper led Bao Hong and Yunniang into a fairly tidy room, smiling, "This is the best room in our inn; please stay here."

Upon hearing this, Bao Hong and Yunniang felt a flush rise in their faces, and Yunniang lowered her head.

The innkeeper turned to leave, but Bao Hong suddenly called out to him, "Damn it, where's our horse? Is it fed?"

The innkeeper chuckled, "Don't worry, sir. When you two came in, I ordered someone to take the horse to the back and feed it. It's still tied up at the main gate; we'll put it in the stable in the back later."

Bao Hong nodded, thinking to himself, "Damn it, the monk Mingwu didn't notice my horse when he came in; the innkeeper took it to the back to feed it, and after it ate its fill..." "I tied it to the gate, and that's how the monk saw my horse before he left, and thus recognized me. Wow, what a coincidence!"

Seeing that Bao Hong remained silent for a while, the innkeeper bowed and said, "If you need anything, just call me, and I'll be right there."

The clever Yunniang knew that Bao Hong was lost in thought, so she turned and smiled, "Please bring two cups of tea. We still have a few things to discuss. If there's anything, we'll ask you to come."

The innkeeper agreed and left. Soon, the innkeeper brought two cups of hot tea, placed them on the table, flicked the candle wick to make the candlelight brighter, and then left again.

Yunniang closed the door, untied Bao Hong's sword, sat down by candlelight, took a sip of hot tea, smiled at Bao Hong, and asked, "What you and Monk Mingwu said just now, was it all true?"

Bao Hong nodded and said, "Wow, the scholar was reading the Book of Changes so seriously, of course it's true."

Yunniang put down her teacup, tilted her beautiful face back, and sighed sadly, as if talking to herself, "If next year's Lantern Festival, all the heroes of the world can truly come to Bitter Bamboo Peak to test their martial arts..." "Then I can get my revenge."

Bao Hong was taken aback and hurriedly said, "Wow, you're wandering the martial world for revenge too? For whom? Who is the enemy? Do you even know?"

Yun Niang sighed sadly again and said, "When I was three years old, my parents were both killed by our enemy. Although I still don't know who killed them twenty years ago, I will find out in time." As she spoke, she seemed to feel her eyes getting wet, and she hurriedly got up from her seat and slowly walked to the window, turning her back to Bao Hong.

Bao Hong heard that her parents had also been killed twenty years ago, and her experience seemed similar to his own. He felt a sense of shared sorrow.

He stood up, moved closer to Yun Niang, and whispered, "Wow, our experiences are almost the same. A water carrier marries a tea seller. The person is right, and the bucket is right too." After saying that, he reached out and hugged Yun Niang.

He gently stroked her, his clear eyes burning with passion as he gazed at Yunniang's face. His lips trembled slightly as he murmured, "Sister Yun..." Whether it was Bao Hong's hand caressing her arms that made her lose control, or the sound of "Sister Yun" that stirred her heart and made her weak all over, she slowly moved her feet backward, her delicate body retreating until she reached the large red-lacquered wooden bed. She slowly lay down on the bed...

Bao Hong followed her, his hands still lovingly caressing her jade-like arms.

Bao Hong smiled slightly and said, "Damn, absence makes the heart grow fonder, that's so true."

Yunniang smiled sweetly and said, "You're so smooth-talking."

Before she finished speaking, Bao Hong exclaimed, "Damn, here comes the smooth talker!"

He then pulled Yunniang into his arms and kissed her passionately. The two kissed intimately, their tongues licking each other, while Bao Hong's fingers slipped inside her clothes, caressing her breasts.

“Oh…oh…Hongdi, your hands are making me so itchy.”

“Wow, Sister Yun, you’re so beautiful, so beautiful, I wish I could devour you in one bite!”

“Then go ahead and eat me! My good little brother, where shall we start?”

“Wow, let’s start with ‘California’ grapes, no pesticides, no peeling!” Bao Hong pinched her nipples.

“Ouch, you naughty thing, pinch me lighter, your hands feel like they have high voltage, they’re making my whole body tingle and itchy, even my juices are flowing.”

“Wow, take off your clothes, you slut.”

He said as he helped Yun Niang undress, removing her clothes really quickly, in less than a minute, Yun Niang was completely naked in front of him. Bao Hong also quickly took off his own clothes, what a picture of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. The two of them stood there, staring greedily at every mysterious part of each other’s bodies.

Yunniang chuckled and whispered, "Brother Hong, are you and that newly widowed Wenjun (referring to Ruyun Yunniang) competing in terms of either literary or physical prowess?"

Bao Hong blushed and whispered, "Both!"

"You, a leopard can't change its spots, you want to sleep with any woman you see!" she said, lightly pinching his thigh.

Bao Hong exclaimed, "Damn, what normal man wouldn't accept the challenge of a naked woman? I bet Liu Xiahui is a 'mutant of the virginity'!"

"Hehe, don't make up those excuses, you're like a nephew loving his aunt—not a brother-in-law (or sister-in-law)." She then pressed herself against her. Bao Hong casually lifted her legs, lowered his head between her breasts, and began to sniff and kiss them, making Yunniang giggle.

Hearing her laughter, Bao Hong glanced at her and saw that her opening was already "overflowing with fluids," knowing she was aroused, and immediately mounted her.

With a "sizzle," the "jade pestle" entered the saliva again, and Yunniang had already completed her second round. She sighed and said, "Brother Hong, just this once, I am already completely satisfied!"

Bao Hong laughed and said, "Sister Yun, your desires are too small!"

"Hehe, Brother Hong, you don't know that since your accident at Tianchi, I have often cried my eyes out these days. Look at me, I have become 'withered and thin' because of you!"

As Bao Hong thrust in and out, he caressed her breasts, laughing, "Wow, you've lost weight? No, look how alluring they are!"

Yun Niang, while moving her lower body, spat, "You, your eyes are only on other women, how could you pay attention to me? You're such a heartless man!"

"Wow, Yun Niang, it's my fault for making you worry about me, but in my opinion, you're more beautiful than before, and your complexion is more radiant."

She spat back, "Hmph, I've been going crazy looking for you, how could I have time to pay attention to myself? Brother Hong, go harder!"

"Wow, can you take it?"

"Hmph, I'm not Lin Daiyu, although I don't use internal energy, I'm still a healthy person, so bring it on."

"Wow, don't you remember the first time..."

"That was my first time!"

"Wow, I was also feeling pent up!"

A crisp and sweet "slap..." sound immediately came from the room.

After a short while, Yunniang moaned, "Brother Hong...you...you're so strong...ah...ah...it feels so good...ah...ah...Brother Hong...my good Brother Hong..."

Seeing this, Bao Hong quickly slowed his thrusts.

"Brother Hong...you...why are you slowing down...I don't want it...harder...yes...yes...yes...ah...so good, so beautiful...oh my god...it's so wonderful..."

Yunniang's satisfied moans were like giant hammer blows, each sound shaking Zhuo Wenjun in the next room. It turned out the owner of this inn was a widow. Locals called it the Widow's Inn. These sounds made her feel a tingling, itchy sensation all over, and she involuntarily squeezed her legs together tightly. The "slap..." sound grew louder and louder.

The "sizzle..." sound became clearer and clearer, waves of love overflowing from Yunniang's honeyed orifice.

“Ah…ah…ah…Brother Hong…I…I…I’m going to cum…ah…ah…it’s so wonderful…God…God…I…oh…it’s so wonderful…”

Bao Hong knew her well, knowing she was…tight and narrow, so he immediately slowed his thrusting, while softly saying, “Wow, Sister Yun, are you alright…”

“No…I’m fine…ah…ah…I…oh…I can’t take it anymore…” The woman next door was shocked, and couldn’t help but be stunned. She gritted her teeth and rushed out.

Over here, Bao Hong was still gently thrusting.

Yun Niang answered in a trembling voice, “Brother Hong…I…ah…I can’t take it anymore…”

Just then, someone said, “Young man, your wife can’t take it anymore. If you continue, she will die.”

The two were suddenly startled, turned around sharply, and couldn’t help but be stunned. There was another woman in the room. Her face was already flushed, her cheeks were drunk, and she walked slowly to the bed with shyness and timidity. Her breathing was rapid, her large chest heaving, causing her breasts to tremble rhythmically, making Bao Hong's heart leap out of his mouth.

The woman's heart pounded, her alluring eyes fixed on Bao Hong's crotch—it was terrifying, probably eight or nine inches long, like a divine warrior descending from the heavens, unstoppable.

She trembled with tension and excitement, shyly calling out, "Young man... young man..." This was tantamount to encouragement. Yun Niang was in dire straits, without supplies or means of transportation, when this woman appeared, it was like a gift from heaven. She pushed Bao Hong, saying, "This is a rare opportunity, why are you still holding back?" Bao

Hong, unable to vent his desires, felt caught in a dilemma. Yun Niang's push was like an animalistic impulse, disregarding the consequences. Besides, the woman before him was dazzlingly beautiful. That delicate, snow-white skin, that graceful, slender curve... He pounced on her.

She quickly climbed onto the bed, her voice sweet and coquettish, "Xiaolian (young man)..."

He had already captured her, and she lay down trembling on the bed. He pressed down on her fiercely, pressing down on her. A storm was about to begin. She gasped and kissed Bao Hong. Her crotch was glistening with clear spring water. Bao Hong had already grasped his jade pestle and aimed at his target. This was a land of tenderness, but also a hero's grave. Since ancient times, heroes have found it hard to resist the charms of beautiful women, especially this jade gate.

"Oh... be careful..." Her head shook slightly, her hair flying wildly, and her sweet cries made Bao Hong dare not be reckless. He rubbed the jade pestle against the mortise, rubbing it heavily.

"Hehe... Hey... Young man... Go in... Ouch... Let it... Go... I can't take it... Don't rub anymore..."

He gripped the jade pestle, aimed it at her tender spot, and forcefully thrust his hips down, letting it conquer her defenses. Immediately, a pig-like scream rang out: "Ah..."

The woman shook her head frantically, her alluring eyes rolled back to a deathly white, her teeth grinding together, while she cried out incessantly: "It hurts... Ouch... It hurts..."

At this moment, she felt that what was inserted was not a jade pestle, but a red-hot iron rod, forcefully inserted inside. The heat radiated from the depths of her flower chamber to every part of her body. It was unbearably hot, but also numb and comfortable, extremely pleasant.

Bao Hong felt his fiery rod inserted into this honeyed orifice, tightly wrapped by layers of flesh, warm and comfortable, his soul soaring to heaven with pleasure. Unfortunately, he had only inserted a little over three inches, and he dared not force it any further. If he broke this pot and got into trouble, the consequences would be unimaginable. He could only gently pull out and slowly insert again, his movements very slow, afraid the woman couldn't bear it.

"Ah...ah...good man...good guest...um...like this...my good guest...ouch...a little lighter...ah...I'm so itchy...so numb, yet so comfortable and sore..."

Bao Hong knew it was time; the other woman was in the mood. He increased his speed. At the same time, he increased the force of his hips, and with each thrust, his jade pestle slowly conquered and penetrated, gradually entering the heart of the matter, gradually penetrating deep into the enemy's rear.

The woman trembled incessantly, her bright eyes, like water snakes, coiling around Bao Hong's thick buttocks, as if trying to press Bao Hong into her delicate body, to melt into her. Her face was flushed with spring, her eyes were smiling, and her lips trembled slightly. That appearance was truly captivating, driving Bao Hong even crazier. He suddenly pulled out and thrust in hard, only six or seven times.

“Oh…oh…good guest…you’ve touched my flower heart…cluck…cluck…so comfortable, I want…oh my…I’m going to die from this comfort…my darling…my…”

“Comfortable…so comfortable…beautiful…so beautiful…oh…do it harder…I’m willing…let you pound me to death…oh…so good…so incredibly good…it’s the best…”

Her pink legs stretched and contracted wildly, covered in fragrant sweat. Her alluring eyes were already narrowed to slits. Her bones felt like they were loosening one by one in her comfortable state. Bao Hong felt even more comfortable. His jade pestle felt like it was in a huge furnace, tight and warm, comfortable, and he cried out in pleasure.

“Wow, your little hole…so tight, so beautiful…”

“Ah…ah…my good…good man…” The lewd cries stimulated Bao Hong’s wildness, and he no longer showed any tenderness to the woman, especially since he was so happy that he was going crazy.

He was ruthless…using his full strength every time. She clung tightly to Bao Hong, moaning softly in a dreamlike voice.

“Oh…my good customer…you’re going to…kill me…I…oh…I can’t take it…oh…I’m going to lose it…oh…I really can’t take it…I’m going to lose it?”

“Wow, good lady…little lady…wait a minute…”

“Oh…I can’t wait…oh…” She only knew to desperately hold onto Bao Hong, waves of pleasure surging through her body, as if burning in a raging fire, about to be reduced to ashes.

She desperately raised her hips, trying to make the small opening fit more tightly against the fiery rod, hoping it would feel even better and more pleasurable. At the same time, she shook and twisted her plump buttocks frantically.

"Ah...ah...ouch..." Waves of excited thrusts washed over her. Her legs kicked wildly, her body convulsing incessantly. Then, she convulsed again, her arms and legs dangling onto the bed. She had fainted, lying motionless, like a starfish.

"Big sister...big sister..." she murmured weakly.

"Good...good guest...darling...guest..."

"Big sister...big sister..." Clearly, she had fainted from the intense pleasure.

Bao Hong suddenly felt a pang of disappointment at losing his opponent. He was in the throes of excitement; if this woman had persisted a little longer, they could have both climaxed simultaneously—how pleasurable that would have been! But she was gone, and she had fainted. If he continued thrusting, it would be a one-man show, how boring!

Suddenly—he turned around and saw Yunniang lying on her side, a captivating smile on her face.

He suddenly rolled over and embraced Yunniang. His jade pestle pressed against the bottom of the mortar, squeezing in instantly. This unexpected attack caused Yunniang to let out a soft "oh," before their lips met. After about half a cup of tea's time, he immediately brought Yunniang to her climax.

"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" Yunniang's voice came from her nostrils. Having just climaxed once, Yunniang's energy hadn't fully recovered before she was bombarded again!

"Ah...oh...Brother Hong...you're too strong...I'm afraid...I'm afraid that later...I'll be...you...so comfortable...I...I can't bear to part with you..." She tried her best to please him, to give her beloved pleasure.

Perhaps she was right; Bao Hong was too strong. After about the time it takes to eat a meal, Yunniang was defeated again, this time utterly defeated. After her climax, she was paralyzed on the bed, now being relentlessly ravaged by Bao Hong, only able to move her head from side to side, her beautiful hair flying wildly on the bed. She was barely breathing, her soul adrift, her spirit fading.

Bao Hong's penis was already throbbing with veins.

He thrust in and out with all his might, each stroke powerful and forceful.

"Brother Hong... oh... I'm going to die... ah... ah... so good... even my life... ah... oh... I'm giving you my life..."

"So comfortable... I'm about to lose it..."

"Wow, just bear with it..."

"I can't bear it anymore... ah... oh..." Yun Niang involuntarily arched her hips again, soapy water gushing out of her shallow cleft, soaking a large patch of the sheets. At the same time, she moaned dreamily, "My Hong... oh... Brother Hong..."

Bao Hong had passed two tests, and now the fleshy ring of Yun Niang's little hole seemed to be slowly tightening, and after a tremor, he felt incredibly comfortable. He knew he was about to be tested. He thrust desperately, and Yun Niang moaned wantonly.

"Oh...ya..."

"ya..."

"ya..."

"Lost...lost to Brother Hong..."

"Damn it, I lost...lost to Sister Yun..."

The two exploded simultaneously like two time bombs, blasting their souls to dust and ashes, drifting towards a realm like that of fairies.

They clung tightly to each other, unconscious.

After an unknown amount of time, Yunniang slowly awoke. Upon waking, she found herself still tightly embracing Bao Hong, and being tightly embraced by him. Both were lying on the bed, Bao Hong still fast asleep. A strange sweetness suddenly welled up in Yunniang's heart. That passionate physical battle was so unforgettable.

However—thinking of his strength and valor, she couldn't help but feel worried.

Suddenly—she remembered someone else, and looking back, the unknown woman had quietly left.

As she was lost in thought, Bao Hong's handsome face suddenly turned deathly pale, beads of cold sweat the size of soybeans appearing on his forehead. He cried out, "Sister Yun, I suddenly feel an unbearable pain in my right chest, I don't know why."

"Oh!" Yun Niang's expression changed slightly. She jumped off the wooden bed and said urgently, "Such a thing can happen! Let me take a look."

Without waiting for Bao Hong's reply, she took a thin blanket and covered his lower body, exposing his entire chest.

Yun Niang examined his right chest and was almost startled. She muttered to herself, "What kind of skill is this, so powerful?"

On Bao Hong's right chest, several palm-sized black marks were faintly visible. These marks seemed to be hundreds of strands of black energy spreading outwards. This sudden and strange injury left both of them stunned. For a moment, they couldn't figure out what kind of injury they had suffered. When, where, and by whom he was injured...

Bao Hong's pain grew worse and worse, and beads of sweat dripped down his forehead and between his hair. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, glancing at Yunniang, and said, "Damn it, Sister Yun, this injury is so strange. Could it be that Ji Zhenluo's palm contained poison? After taking the elixir you gave me, my internal injuries healed, but the poison wasn't removed. Now the poison is concentrated, so a black mark has appeared on my chest, and the pain is unbearable. Damn it, it really is! What should I do?"

Yunniang's eyes welled up with tears. She took out a silk handkerchief from her bosom and wiped the sweat from Bao Hong's forehead and between his hair. She shook her head and said, "Sister doesn't know either. The wicked and treacherous people in the martial arts world are incredibly cunning..." She paused, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she paced around the room for a while, seemingly pondering the source of the injury so she could find a way to treat it...

Suddenly, she stopped, turned around, and hurriedly approached the bedside, asking, "Brother Hong, when we were having dinner, that Shaolin monk Mingwu bowed to you with his hands clasped in front of his chest. Did you feel anything unusual at the time?"

Bao Hong frowned and shook his head, saying, "No."

“Hmm,” Yunniang said with a resolute expression, “It’s not that it didn’t happen. That monk’s martial arts were extraordinary, and his moves were too skillful. You just didn’t realize it at the time.”

After a while, she added, “From what I can guess, you were struck by a vicious palm strike from a distance by Monk Mingwu, who used the gesture of pressing his palms together. However, Shaolin Temple is renowned in the martial arts world for its righteousness and is admired by all. It’s unexpected that the monks of this generation are all so cunning and ruthless. This is truly something that no one could have foreseen.”

Yunniang’s speculation was correct. When Monk Mingjue was showing off his skills while drinking in the restaurant, he did notice Bao Hong and Yunniang at the next table.

However, he didn’t pay them any attention until he saw Bao Hong’s mount tied to the restaurant entrance when he left. Only then did he realize that this young martial arts couple were people of importance. Before he left the temple, he had heard his senior brother Mingjue mention that the person who stole the Dragon Pattern Cauldron and kidnapped the sect leader might be Bao Hong.

But there are many learned and talented young men in the martial arts world, so who could be Bao Hong? However, Master Mingjue told his fellow disciples that recognizing Bao Hong wouldn't be difficult; he had a very powerful mount, pure white without a single black hair, like a piece of white jade—truly a rare steed.

Therefore, upon seeing the mount outside the door, Mingjue immediately knew that the handsome man sitting at the next table was most likely Bao Hong. So he returned, leaving Bao Hong with some cryptic words, and while bowing with his hands clasped, he secretly channeled his inner strength, striking Bao Hong with a Cold Yin Bone-Piercing Palm from afar.

Chapter Thirty-Seven:

This Cold Yin Bone-Piercing Palm was extremely insidious. The person struck by it felt no pain or discomfort at the time, making it difficult to detect. It wasn't until two hours later that the cold yin poison gradually took effect.

From the point of impact, it slowly spread, and once this deadly poison seeped into the bone marrow, the person would develop a strange, incurable cold yin illness. Although the Cold Yin Strange Disease will not kill a person in the short term, one's martial arts skills will be lost as the disease spreads.

Fortunately, Yunniang was quick-witted and noticed early. She knew the monk's palm strike must be incredibly vicious to injure someone secretly, and she tried to treat Bao Juji. Otherwise, the consequences for Bao Juji would have been unimaginable.

Meanwhile, Bao Hong, after hearing Yunniang's words, felt a chill run down his spine and exclaimed, "Damn it!" He said, "Yunniang's prediction is quite reasonable. My injuries are getting worse; what should we do?"

Yunniang frowned deeply and said, "Let me think of a way..." She paused, then continued, "I think the old monk used seventy or eighty percent of his true strength in that insidious palm strike; otherwise, it wouldn't be so powerful. Now, the cold energy has invaded my body, and even with elixirs, it will be difficult to be effective.

The only way to save him is to expel the already spreading cold energy from his body, but this won't be effective in just one or two hours. Even if I were to expend my own true energy, it would still take one or two days." "During these one or two days of treatment, it's crucial that no one causes trouble. A mishap could worsen your injuries and even lead to a qi deviation, causing me, your sister, great harm as well. Therefore, I must go and explain things to the innkeeper."

Bao Hong's eyes were filled with tears as he glanced at Yun Niang and said, "Sister, you've been so good to me. I truly don't know how I can repay you in the future."

Yun Niang smiled slightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on Bao Hong, her expression a mixture of sorrow and joy, her heart surging with countless emotions: "This young man, so severely injured, is the one I love most. For him, what does it matter if I expend my true energy, or even lose my life?"

Thinking this, her beautiful face suddenly flushed red. Afraid Bao Hong would notice, she quickly turned her head away, thinking, "Ever since I heard from my master that the enemy who killed my parents was a handsome young man, I've come to hate every handsome young man in the world. Anyone who speaks even a few words to me, I will kill them." However, since meeting him, her once strong and ruthless heart softened and softened, though this softening and softening was limited to Bao Hong. But why was this? Could this be what people call love? But there are so many lovable men in the world, why do I love him so desperately? Even though Yunniang is incredibly clever, she couldn't explain this love for a moment…”

Seeing Yunniang suddenly standing there blankly for a long time without saying a word, Bao Hong was very puzzled. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, asking, “Wow, Sister Yun, what are you thinking about?”

“Oh…oh…” Yunniang seemed to wake from a dream and said with a smile, “I was thinking how wonderful it would be if my beloved sister could come here right now, because I need to focus on healing your injuries and can't worry about anything else. Therefore, it would be safer to have someone with extremely high martial arts skills.”

Bao Hong was stunned and said, “Wow, who is your beloved sister?”

“It’s the Jade Maiden Sima Jiaojiao!”

“Wow, you and she have become sworn sisters.” "

Since Tianchi, she and I have been of one mind to avenge you. Have you and she also become siblings?"

"Wow, we just call each other that."

Yunniang's answer was half a lie and half deliberate. Because Bao Hong suddenly asked her what she was thinking, she couldn't answer for a moment, so she deliberately lied.

Based on her usual observations, she knew that Yunyun was also deeply in love with her brother Hong, but she wasn't sure if he reciprocated. So she wanted to use this opportunity to test his feelings.

Unexpectedly, this probing question caused her immense pain. She thought, "Since they also call each other siblings, maybe he and she are like he and I were just now." "Just now, his sudden injury was like a bucket of cold water doused with our burning passion. But what about them... I believe nothing bad happened to them. They would have been like a fiery liquid, intertwined, inseparable..."

Thinking this, a sharp pain shot through her heart, her eyes reddened, and she almost cried. The more devoted a woman is, the narrower her mind becomes. For Yunniang to think about these things while Bao Hong was seriously injured shows her excessive devotion and suspicion. But then she thought, "This is for the best. That scoundrel's actions are unbearable. Perhaps..."

She was, after all, a truly exceptional woman. Although she thought this in her heart, she outwardly remained composed, her beautiful eyes filled with affection as she smiled at Bao Hong and said, "That's wonderful! Let's all become sworn siblings. We'll have more help in the future."

After a pause, Yunniang added, "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. I'll go out for a bit and come back immediately to treat your injuries." Having said that, she gracefully walked out.

A moment later, Yunniang returned with a smile, closing the door behind her. As she approached the bed, she said, "I've already instructed the shopkeeper that no one is allowed to enter without my summons. Now, let me begin healing you!" "After speaking, she immediately began to heal his wounds.

She helped Bao Hong off the wooden bed, instructed him to sit facing the wall on the ground, and sat cross-legged behind him. She orally instructed Bao Hong in a series of Xuanmen breathing and guiding incantations, then slowly extended her right palm and placed it on Bao Hong's Lingtai acupoint on his back, silently circulating her own true energy. She felt a warm current slowly entering Bao Hong's body.

Bao Hong also cooperated with Yun Niang's influx of true energy, concentrating his mind and practicing according to the incantation she had taught him. Two hours later, the cold and yin energy gathered in his right chest had gradually dissipated from his body's meridians. The cold and yin poison traveled along the eight extraordinary meridians, causing unbearable coldness. By this time, the candlelight on the table had long since gone out, and in the pitch-black room, only the trembling of Bao Hong's teeth could be heard, as if he were in extreme pain. After a cycle of practice, it was already dawn.

Yun Niang said in a low voice, "Brother Hong, now you can stop practicing, close your eyes, and let me use my own true energy to force out the cold and yin poison you have been afflicted with." However, you must remember, no matter how painful it is, you must endure it. Do not speak or think while I am healing you. No matter what happens, do not let it distract you.”

Bao Hong closed his eyes as instructed, enduring the pain as he received her treatment. By noon, the pain gradually lessened.

A day passed, and although Bao Hong's injuries had greatly improved, Yun Niang had suffered severe depletion of her vital energy due to excessive consumption of true energy, and her appearance was extremely haggard. By the second day, most of

the cold yin poison in Bao Hong's body had been forced out, and his expression gradually recovered. During that night, besides occasionally helping Yun Niang heal him on his own, he also practiced the Xuanmen breathing and guiding techniques that Yun Niang had taught him, benefiting greatly.

After 5 PM, Yun Niang completed the third treatment for Bao Hong, slowly withdrawing her right hand and smiling, “Now your injuries are mostly healed. After midnight, we will do one last treatment to force out the remaining cold yin poison, and then we will be done.” "I'm starving now, you should eat something too. Let me light a candle and ask the innkeeper to bring some food. Rest a bit before continuing the treatment."

Bao Hong was overjoyed to hear that one last treatment would completely heal his injuries. He laughed and said, "Wow, once I'm healed, next year on the Lantern Festival we can go to Bitter Bamboo Peak together to test our martial arts against the heroes of the world, seize the Dragon Pattern Cauldron, find our enemies, and discover our true origins!"

Yun Niang was taken aback. She thought, "I exhausted all my true energy to heal him, and he didn't even say thank you. He's only focused on finding his enemies and discovering his true origins. It's truly disheartening." "

However—she didn't answer him. She slowly stood up, walked to the table, touched the flint on it, and lit a candle. Instantly, the room was brightly lit.

Bao Hong was extremely clever. Seeing that Sister Yun ignored his words, he knew he had been impolite—she had gone to so much trouble to heal him, and he hadn't even said a word of gratitude. So he also stood up and walked over. But the moment his eyes met Yun Niang's face, he was so shocked that he gasped and sat frozen at the table, speechless.

Yun Niang's once rosy face was now deathly pale, her spirits were low, and she looked utterly exhausted. He stood there for a moment, then suddenly felt a pang of sorrow, tears welling in his eyes. He said softly, "Sister Yun, the cold yin poison I was afflicted with has been completely expelled by you. I'm fully recovered; no more treatment is needed."

He even forgot his usual swear words.

Women are women, and a few words from her filled Yunniang with immense comfort. She had completely forgotten how hurtful Bao Hong had been, and smiled with concern, saying, "That won't do. If we don't expel all the remaining cold, yin poison, it will inevitably flare up again."

Bao Hong exclaimed, "Wow, sister, you've worked so hard healing me; I feel a pang of guilt."

Yunniang's heart felt as if it had been doused with honey. She smiled charmingly and said, "I'm fine. I'll recover in a day or two. If you're unwilling to accept my final treatment, then all my efforts will have been in vain."

Bao Hong's dark, round eyes gazed at Yunniang, his gaze sweeping over her. He slowly reached out and grasped Yunniang's delicate wrists, speechless. But his immense gratitude was unspoken…

Yunniang let him hold her wrists for a while before pulling away, saying, "You're like a piece of chewing gum." With that, she turned and left the room to call the waiter for food.

Not long after she returned to her room, the innkeeper brought food, and the two ate by candlelight.

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After midnight, Yunniang was about to begin the final treatment for Bao Hong.

Suddenly, Bao Hong moved closer, nestled in Yunniang's arms, and said in a trembling voice, "Oh dear, Sister Yun, I think we should stop. This is too much of a strain on your body; I really can't bear it."

Yunniang straightened him and replied, "Your injuries aren't fully healed yet; you shouldn't be agitated or sentimental. Quickly go back to your original spot, lest you ruin everything. If you don't listen, I won't accompany you to Bitter Bamboo Peak."

For some reason, the usually stubborn Bao Hong had become incredibly docile. He forcibly controlled his agitation and sentimentality, obediently sitting in place and closing his eyes to practice his internal energy. After resting briefly, Yunniang sat cross-legged behind Bao Hong, her right palm pressed against his back, concentrating her inner energy to help him treat the remaining cold yin poison within his body.

About an hour later, sweat poured down Bao Hong's forehead like rain, and gradually his entire body was drenched in sweat. Just then, at this crucial moment, the sound of two people arguing came from outside the door.

Then, a loud "slap" was heard, like someone slapping another's face, followed by a kick. In a flash, Jiang Cheng, sword in hand, rushed in.

Bao Hong turned to look and saw Jiang Cheng rushing towards him, sword in hand. His attention was momentarily diverted, and he was about to speak when he heard Yun Niang urgently whisper, "Quickly close your eyes, calm down, and continue as usual. Don't let your mind wander..."

Startled by Yun Niang's gentle command, Bao Hong immediately composed himself, turned to face the wall, and resumed his practice.

Jiang Cheng watched as a stunningly beautiful woman sat cross-legged behind Bao Hong, her palm pressed against his back as if healing his wounds. His anger flared, and he sneered, "Brother Bao, you're truly blessed with good fortune! One peerless beauty has left, and now another beautiful woman has come to keep you company. How enviable!"

With that, he leaped forward, brandishing his sword, aiming straight for Bao Hong's chest.

His attack was fueled by rage, the sword's momentum as swift as lightning.

Yun Niang's right hand, positioned on Bao Hong's acupoint on his back, remained still. Her left palm, half-bent, met the sword's attack. Just as it was about to make contact, her five fingers suddenly extended, tapping Jiang Cheng's right wrist, which was gripping the sword.

This was a pressure point technique Yun Niang had learned from her master—a flick of the finger. Jiang Cheng hadn't expected this. He felt a numbness in his right wrist, and involuntarily, his fingers loosened, the sword flying backward from his grasp.

He whirled around, intending to retrieve his longsword, when suddenly a gray shadow shot in, unleashing a

powerful strike like a flying cymbal striking a bell, aimed at Jiang Cheng's chest. Jiang Cheng turned, dodging the palm strike, and used the unparalleled movement technique taught by the Valley Master of Yellow Oriole Valley, Lightning Swiftness, to close the distance to the newcomer. With a right-hand strike towards Fan Nanhai, he pushed forward.

At the same time, he shouted, "Who are you, daring to interfere in this matter?"

The newcomer chuckled, dodging the palm strike, and replied, "I am Yu Zhen

, the Southern Swallow. I am not meddling in other people's business, but I have come to stop you from harming innocent people. At the same time, I have something to tell you." Bao Hong and Yun Niang were both startled to hear that it was the Southern Swallow. However, both of them were healing their injuries and could not immediately stand up to bow to him.

Jiang Cheng was startled to see that the newcomer was Nan Tian Yi Yan. He knew that Nan Tian Yi Yan's martial arts had reached a state of perfection, and he was no match for him. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he stopped his attack, placed his palms against Nan Tian Yi Yan's chest, and stood facing him. He asked, "How do you know that the man surnamed Bao is innocent? What do you want to tell me?"

Nan Tian Yi Yan said, "I know the cause and effect of this matter very well. Bao Hong is naturally innocent. How could I let you harm him without knowing the reason?" He paused, then added, "Do you think your junior sister has already fallen to her death?"

Jiang Cheng's face suddenly turned sorrowful, and he replied, "Jumping off a cliff dozens of feet high, how could she not be shattered to pieces?"

Their exchange greatly surprised Bao Hong and Yun Niang, who thought to themselves, "What? Is Yun Niang dead?"

“She’s not dead,” Nan Tianyi Yan’s expression softened as she moved to stand before Jiang Cheng and continued, “but she was seriously injured and has been rescued and taken back to your Huangying Valley.” She paused, then added, “Someone has placed a petition on Bitter Bamboo Peak in your Huangying Valley, inviting heroes from all over the world to test their martial arts and compete for the Dragon Pattern Cauldron. Are you aware of this?”

Jiang Cheng replied, “It was for this reason that I was ordered by my master to find my junior sister and bring her back to Huangying Valley. I never expected that she would be bewitched by that man surnamed Bao, and in her anger, she jumped off a cliff to resist to the death.”

Nan Tianyi Yan nodded quietly and said, “She is indeed not dead. Besides, the Lantern Festival next year is not far off. You should hurry back to Huangying Valley!”

Jiang Cheng frowned slightly in doubt and asked, “Is what you say true, senior?”

Nan Tianyi Yan replied sincerely, “You’ll know when you get back. What benefit would I get from lying to you?”

Jiang Cheng thought this made sense, and leaped out the door, disappearing from sight.

Seeing Jiang Cheng's figure disappear, Nan Tianyiyan looked back at Bao Hong and Yun Niang sitting on the floor in the room, feeling bewildered. These young people, caught up in the emotions of love, might create a raging storm... But he knew clearly that Yun Niang was using her true energy to heal Bao Hong, a method most vulnerable to external interference. So he slowly withdrew, closing the door behind them.

About the time it takes to eat two meals, Yun Niang had finished her final healing of Bao Hong, and the two slowly rose from the ground. Bao Hong stretched his limbs comfortably, feeling all the pain gone, the cold yin poison completely expelled. Yun Niang, however, was pale, covered in sweat, and her delicate body swayed precariously.

He was startled and quickly reached out to support her, saying urgently, "Sister, you exhausted your true energy to save me, and you're like this. How can I bear this? Let me help you to bed to rest!"

"It's alright, I'll feel better after sitting for a while," she said weakly, her voice trembling. But she endured it, took out a silk handkerchief from her bosom, wiped the sweat from her face, struggled to break free from Bao Hong's support, and moved to the table to sit on a stool.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Nan Tianyi Yan walked in. Bao Hong went to greet her, bowed, and said, "Wow, a mute seeing his mother is enough to make me speechless. I am extremely grateful to Uncle Yu for persuading Jiang Cheng to retreat."

Nan Tianyi Yan smiled kindly and said, "This is nothing, no need for thanks. Is your injury completely healed, my dear nephew?"

Bao Hong smiled faintly and replied, "Wow, don't bother, my injury has healed, but I've exhausted Sister Yun like this!"

When Yun Niang saw Nan Tianyi Yan push open the door and enter, she had already risen from her seat, bowed to him, and when she heard Bao Hong mention her, she quickly raised her eyebrows and smiled, saying, "I already said it's alright, you'll be fine after a rest."

Of course, she couldn't reveal that she and her husband were one, because Nan Tianyi Yan was there.

Nan Tian Yi Yan smiled gratefully and said, "Young lady, you spared no effort to heal my nephew Bao with your own strength. Not only is this unforgettable for him, but it also feels as if I were in your shoes." After a pause, she turned to Bao Hong and said, "It seems that the injury is quite serious. Who could have done such a thing to my nephew?"

Bao Hong then recounted to Nan Tian Yi Yan how he had been eating in the small town when the Shaolin monk Ming Wu suddenly appeared and, before leaving, secretly used his Cold Yin Poison Palm to injure him.

Nan Tianyi Yan sighed and said, "This is another misunderstanding. We've been misunderstanding each other all this time."

Bao Hong and Yun Niang were both startled. Bao Hong asked impatiently, "Wow, eating alum in winter, cold on the outside and hot on the inside, old man, I'm totally confused."

Nan Tianyi Yan nodded slightly, sat down at the table, and gestured for Bao Hong and Yun Niang to sit down as well. He slowly said, "After parting ways with my nephew in Longgang Town, I traveled to many places. Although I went through many hardships, I gained a great deal."

"Oh..." Bao Hong, who was a little impatient, said "Oh," and asked, "Wow, what did you gain?"

Nan Tianyi Yan's eyes flashed as he scanned the room. He whispered, "There is someone who is said to still be alive, not dead."

Bao Hong asked urgently, "Who?"

Nan Tianyi Yan said, "The third of the three extraordinary women of the Guanwai region, who once roamed the Guanwai region with the heroine Wen Shi, Lu Yuqi, the 'Turning Swallow.'"

"Oh, it's her!" Bao Hong exclaimed in surprise, then added, "Wow, this time it's brilliant! If she's still alive, then it won't be hard to find out who killed the heroine Wen Shi!"

"Hmm..." Nan Tian Yi Yan responded with a nasal tone, saying, "I think so too, but no one knows where she is now!" After a pause, she continued, "So we must go to the martial arts competition at Kuzhu Peak next year's Lantern Festival. Maybe we can find some clues when the heroes of the world gather." Yun Niang,

who hadn't spoken for a long time, could no longer hold back and interjected, "But next year's Lantern Festival is still more than a month away. What should we do during this time?"

Bao Hong suddenly stood up straight and declared loudly, "Wow, this time I'm going to be serious and find a quiet place to make good use of this month..." "In my spare time, I will learn the martial arts from the Nine Dragons Sword Manual left by the Supreme Venerable Elder, so that I can use them on Bitter Bamboo Peak."

Nan Tian Yi Yan replied happily, "Very good. I also need to find my dear friend Wan Li Zhui Feng and invite him to the gathering..." He paused, then turned to Yun Niang and asked, "Miss Yun, what are your own plans?"

Yun Niang shook her head and replied, "I have no other plans. I want to accompany my younger brother Hong in learning the Nine Dragons Sword Technique. However, as the Elder just said, all our fights these days were due to misunderstandings. As long as the Elder Yu Qi of Fan Tian Yan Lu appears, the truth about the murder of the Three Extraordinary Women from beyond the Pass and the abduction of the Shaolin Temple's Dragon Pattern Treasure Cauldron will be revealed, right?"

"Hmm," Nan Tian Yi Yan nodded and replied decisively, "I think so." After speaking, he left his seat, picked up a cup of tea from the table, drank it all in one gulp, and said, "Let's end things here for tonight. Let's meet on Bitter Bamboo Peak next year for the Lantern Festival." With that, he walked towards the door. Bao Hong

and Yunniang bowed as they saw each other off at the restaurant's door before returning to their room to rest.

Time flew by, and a month passed in the blink of an eye. Yunniang, accompanied by Bao Hong, finished practicing the Nine Dragons Sword Technique in a secluded spot deep in the mountains. They rode side-by-side to the summit of Bitter Bamboo Peak

in Diancang Mountain, where they also practiced the Yin-Yang Dao internal energy cultivation method. They arrived at Bitter Bamboo Peak on the night of the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, the next night being the Lantern Festival, a day when heroes from all over

the world would gather on the peak for a martial arts contest and treasure hunt. They hid on the branches of a giant pine tree, using the moonlight to survey the terrain and secretly observe, trying to find out who had placed the Dragon Patterned Cauldron on Bitter Bamboo Peak, inviting heroes from all over the world to a duel. They assumed this person would have brought the Dragon Patterned Cauldron to the peak beforehand and found a suitable place to put it. But they were disappointed.

Braving the winter night's chill, they lay in ambush on the giant pine tree all night, but found nothing. As dawn approached, Yunniang finally let out a long sigh, looked at Bao Hong, and said, "It seems a bloody battle is about to unfold below this peak, yet it remains so quiet and peaceful?"

A bitter smile appeared on Bao Hong's handsome face as he replied, "It seems all our efforts tonight have been in vain. Why don't we go down and find a family's house to rest, and come back up the peak tonight?"

Yunniang nodded, and she leaped down from the tree. When Bao Hong also landed, she suddenly smiled and said, "Yellow Oriole Valley is just below the peak. Would you like to go see your beautiful sister?"

Bao Hong shook his head and said, "Her injuries probably haven't healed yet. Besides, heroes from all over the world are gathering at Bitter Bamboo Peak. The people of Yellow Oriole Valley can't be unprepared. I don't want to disturb them." He paused, then suddenly realized something and asked, "Sister Yun, why are you asking these questions?"

Yun Niang knew that Bao Hong had noticed the hint of jealousy in her words. Her beautiful face immediately flushed with shyness. She moved to his side and said with a smile, "Brother Hong, there's something I've always wanted to tell you. When you did that thing, it was really unbearable. I want you to marry a few more."

"Wow, you want me to marry someone to mess with me?"

"Of course, our women's army is going to launch a joint attack." So the two of them leaped onto their mounts, descended Bitter Bamboo Peak, and found a family's house to rest...

Around late afternoon, the two of them temporarily left their mounts at this family's house and then quickly climbed Bitter Bamboo Peak with their swords and clothes on.

At this time, there were already many martial arts figures on the path leading up the peak, each one imposing and heroic, all carrying weapons, and they were walking up the peak in an endless stream. Bao Hong and Yun Niang joined the crowd, climbing step by step.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "The Dragon Pattern Cauldron has been stolen and hidden in a stone cave on the east side of Bitter Bamboo Peak. Anyone who wants to take the treasure, follow me!"

Bao Hong and Yun Niang were startled, thinking, "It's not dark yet, and the agreed time hasn't arrived. How dare they steal the Dragon Pattern Cauldron?"

After thinking this, they both looked up and saw all the mountain climbers rushing towards the east side of the peak, but no one could see what the person who shouted looked like.

Chapter Thirty-Eight:

Bao Hong and Yun Niang, caught in the crowd, ran to the east and west sides of the peak and indeed saw a large circular cave about two zhang in length and width. Outside the cave entrance, many martial arts figures were already standing. But on their faces, all of them showed bewilderment and fear. Bao Hong and Yun Niang were puzzled by the expressions on these people's faces. They walked side-by-side into the cave and peered about seven or eight feet inside. There they saw Nan Tian Yi Yan, Wan Li Zhui Feng, the Three Masters of Wudang, and Min Jue and Ming Wu from Shaolin Temple. Bao Hong and Yun Niang bowed to Nan Tian Yi Yan, about to ask him why the Dragon Pattern Cauldron had been stolen before the appointed time. Suddenly—a man rushed out of the cave, coughing up blood, staggering, and pale-faced, as if he had suffered severe internal injuries.

The man reached Qing Xin Zi, the eldest of the Three Masters of Wudang, and collapsed with a thud. With all his might, he managed to say, "Master, there's something at the cave entrance..." He didn't finish his sentence before letting out a final cry and dying.

Qingxinzi, tears welling in his eyes, glanced at his dead disciple, sighed sadly, and said, "The loss of three disciples has caused me immense pain. I must risk my life to fight the people in the cave." He paused, then turned to Wuyuzi and Minglingzi standing to his right, saying, "Second brother, third brother, my fate upon entering the cave is uncertain. If I meet the same end as my three disciples, the position of Wudang sect leader will be handed over to you, second brother. Transport my body back for burial, but remember, do not seek revenge for me. Even if you wish to avenge us, wait at least twenty years."

Wuyuzi and Minglingzi were about to persuade their eldest brother not to risk entering the cave out of grief and anger when someone suddenly said, "Old Daoist, how can you, as the sect leader, personally venture into the cave to explore? Let me, your nephew, go in and see what kind of three-headed, six-armed being dwells there."

As Qingxinzi spoke, Bao Hong's handsome eyes had already spotted two people lying stiffly behind the three Wudang disciples. Adding to this the young man who had escaped wounded from the cave and died instantly, it was clear that the Wudang sect had already lost three lives. When this man stopped Qingxinzi from entering the cave, someone else volunteered to take the risk.

Bao Hong then turned to look at this man, and what he saw shocked him. It turned out to be Chao Chen, a Dharma protector disciple of Shaolin Temple. He thought, "Damn, how come this old bald monk came with his master too?" Actually, besides himself, Yunniang, and a few others, everyone else who had come to the appointment had brought their disciples and experts. These people were all standing behind their masters or masters, but Bao Hong hadn't noticed them because he had rushed over. After speaking to Qingxinzi, Chao Chen bowed respectfully to Master Mingjue, saying, "This disciple wishes to enter the cave to investigate. I humbly request permission from my senior master!"

Mingjue's white eyebrows twitched slightly, and he replied in a deep voice, "Your senior master grants permission to enter the cave, but be careful." Chao Chen responded, "Yes," and turned to stride into the cave. Once inside, those standing at the entrance watched nervously, hoping Chao Chen would kill the strange creature within so they could rush in and search for the dragon-patterned cauldron. The time it takes to eat a meal passed. Chao Chen remained motionless, leaving everyone puzzled. Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind surged out of the cave. Chao Chen coughed up blood, was swept away by the wind, and shot forward like lightning, passing over everyone's heads and plummeting towards the foot of the peak.

Master Mingjue's long eyebrows trembled, and two tears rolled down his cheeks. Just as he was about to step into the cave himself, Bao Hong suddenly appeared in front of him, saying, "Damn it, old monk, the little monk's dead! This is like a beggar dying from a snake—it's never going to end!" Master Mingjue's eyebrows had barely lifted when Bao Hong continued, "Damn it, don't be like a monkey eating garlic; it doesn't taste right. This time, I'll go in." As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Tian Yi Yan and Yun Niang rushed in front of him simultaneously, saying, "You can't take such a dangerous step!" Bao Hong replied, "Damn it, I'm lucky, I'm blessed with good fortune, I'm destined for romance, I'll marry three palaces and six courtyards, I'll live to eighty, I won't die so soon." With that, he drew the two-pronged sword from his back and strode confidently into the cave.

Yun Niang, with tears in her eyes, followed behind him, constantly calling out, "Brother Hong, don't take the risk! Brother Hong, don't take the risk!" But Bao Hong wouldn't listen, stubbornly heading towards the cave entrance. Helpless, Yunniang could only stand at the cave entrance, secretly gathering her inner strength in her arms, waiting for him. She intended to catch him if he was forced out by the fierce palm strikes from the cave dweller.

Time ticked by, and Bao Hong, who had risked entering the cave, showed no reaction for what seemed like the time it takes to eat a meal. The assembled heroes at the cave entrance all wore expressions of extreme tension. Yunniang, in particular, had a face that alternated between pale and flushed, her large, round eyes veiled with tears as she stared intently at the pitch-black, seemingly endless, strange cave. She gritted her teeth, thinking to herself, "If Brother Hong doesn't emerge safely within half a meal's time, I won't care about anything else. I'll unleash my Soul-Snatching Laughter and force the person inside to their death." Just as this thought crossed her mind, an immense force, like a tidal wave, surged forth from the dark depths of the cave.

Bao Hong, like a paper bird with a broken string, was thrown into the strong wind and shot out like lightning, plummeting towards a cliff dozens of feet high at the foot of the mountain... Those who stood at the cave entrance waiting for Bao Hong's reaction were all top figures in the martial arts world, their martial arts skills reaching the profound realm. But they were all forced to fall to the ground by this powerful wind. Among the disciples brought by the three Wudang disciples, two of the weaker ones lost their footing and were blown off the cliff along with Bao Hong.

Yun Niang, filled with grief and indignation, saw her younger brother Hong being carried out of the cave by the strong wind and wanted to open her arms to save him, but the force of the surging wind was too strong. Before she could even open her arms, her delicate body was forced to the right by the force, falling into a pile with Yu Zhen from Nantian Yiyan, Mingjue and Mingwu from Shaolin Temple, and others.

A full half-cup of hot tea's time passed before Nantian Yiyan slowly rose from the ground. Looking at Yunniang, she saw her standing alone on the cliff face halfway up the peak, gazing down dozens of feet at a jagged, grotesque rock formation at the bottom.

Bao Hong had been struck by the immense force of the man from the cave, plunging her off the cliff, causing her unbearable pain. Looking down

, tears streamed down her face like broken pearls, too much pain to make a sound. She simply stared blankly at the bottom, weeping… She wanted to throw herself down and die alongside her brother Hong. But then she remembered the unresolved blood feud for Hong. If they died together, wouldn't Hong in the afterlife forever be filled with resentment? This showed how much she loved Bao Hong. Their passionate, tender moments in the small town inn were unforgettable; they were the ultimate bliss. Although they were not husband and wife in name, they had lived as husband and wife in reality. A young woman, with genuine affection, experienced the baptism of love for the first time with a man she loved. This moment would be deeply etched in her heart, never to be forgotten.

Therefore, her heart felt as if pierced by a thousand swords. Her soul seemed to fly out of her body, splitting in two. One half said to the other, "This is the one I love! With affection between us, how can I let him die while I live alone?" Love and bliss are real; one should grasp reality. This moment felt like half a century, causing her whole body to tremble with unease. She clenched her teeth, tears welling in her eyes, unsure of what to do…

Suddenly, in her hazy vision, she saw a person dressed entirely in purple rushing towards Bao Hong, who lay on a sharp, jagged rock in the distance at the bottom of the cliff. Yunniang's grief-stricken heart jolted, and she exclaimed, "Oh no! Someone is coming to steal his body!" As she spoke, the person had already leaped up, running along a small path at the edge of the cliff down.

Her movements were swift enough, but the approaching man in purple was even faster. Before she even reached the bottom of the cliff, the man in purple was already beside Bao Hong. He threw his head back and laughed wildly, "Bao Juji, Bao Juji, I've said it before, on our third meeting, I will kill you. Whether you are dead or not, I will cut off your head to quell the hatred in my heart!"

Yunniang ran while listening intently to what was being said, thinking to herself, "This person's voice sounds familiar, like I've heard it somewhere before?" But she couldn't quite place it. Suddenly, she remembered the strange voice she had heard while hiding on the beam of the dilapidated temple in the desolate mountains. She couldn't help but shout in surprise, "Purple-clad scholar, if you dare touch a hair on Bao Hong's head, I will take your life!"

It was unclear whether the man in purple hadn't heard her because they were still far apart, or whether he had heard her but, confident in his superior martial arts, had disregarded her and ignored her. He burst into another fit of wild laughter, and with a snap, drew his long sword from his back, slashing fiercely at Bao Hong's head. At that moment, Yun Niang had already sprinted down the cliff, no more than two zhang away from the purple-clad man. With a flick of her wrist, two poisoned swallowtail darts flashed like lightning, aimed directly at his sword-wielding right hand.

Although the purple-clad man heard the sound of wind whistling through the air, knowing he was about to be attacked, he relied on his unparalleled martial arts skills and ignored them. He simply flicked his left sleeve forward, and sure enough, both of Yun Niang's poisoned swallowtail darts were deflected to the ground. Yun Niang knew that the purple-clad scholar was not only cunning and ruthless, but also possessed unfathomable martial arts skills. She knew that without using her sect

's ultimate techniques, she might not be able to subdue him. However—just as the purple-clad man deflected her darts, she unleashed that chilling, soul-stirring laughter. Just as the purple-clad man's longsword was about five inches from Bao Hong's jaw, Yun Niang's laughter erupted.

Startled, he slightly shifted his right wrist, and the sword struck the jagged, grotesque rock. With a resounding crash, a rock as thick as a rice bowl and protruding about a foot high was cleaved in two, scattering fragments in all directions.

The enchanting laughter was initially plaintive, heart-wrenching, and even the purple-clad man, with his superior skill, couldn't help but shed tears that streamed down his cheeks. Suddenly, the laughter intensified, its sound like a thunderclap or a stampede of horses. In an instant, the purple-clad man was drenched in cold sweat, his hair standing on end in terror. Soon, the laughter changed again, weakening from its initial intensity to a faint, persistent thread that tightly bound the purple-clad man's heart, tightening its grip until he could barely breathe. The laughter suddenly turned lewd, like a young woman in the throes of first love, freely expressing her desires, or like countless naked women dancing wildly, twisting their hips and swaying their bodies. The man in purple was so infected by the laughter that he became somewhat dizzy, his whole body feeling as if it were burning with fire, and he was in extreme distress.

Fortunately, the woman in purple was indeed a prodigy of her time, possessing extraordinary inner strength. She had cultivated her composure for decades, resisting the deadly, seductive laughter that would kill anyone who heard it. With a sudden, sharp cry, she fled. Seeing the woman in purple flee, Yunniang immediately stopped laughing. However, her seductive laughter had severely depleted her inner strength; she herself was covered in sweat and collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted. It took a long time for her inner strength to recover. She pulled out a silk handkerchief, wiped the sweat from her brow, stood up, and walked towards Bao Hong. Reaching him, she knelt down, her beautiful eyes filled with deep concern as she carefully examined him. She was slightly shocked.

Bao Hong was completely unharmed; not only was there no injury, but his breathing was normal, and his complexion was exactly the same as a healthy person's. Only his forehead was covered in beads of sweat, beads that had been caused by Yunniang's seductive laughter. She was utterly bewildered and muttered to herself, "From the mountainside to the bottom of this cliff, it's at least twenty zhang high, not to mention the jagged, sharp rocks at the bottom. Brother Hong was thrown to the bottom by that strange force at the mountainside, yet he wasn't smashed to pieces or died with resentment, and he wasn't even injured. It's truly too strange."

Before she finished speaking, a delicate voice suddenly rang out in front of her, saying, "What's so strange about that? He fell from the cliff at the mountainside, and I caught him with my bare hands. His entire body landed on my soft arms; he wouldn't die, and of course, he wouldn't be injured either. He's just fainted now; he'll be fine in a moment." Yunniang was startled and looked up. She didn't know when, but a strange person dressed entirely in black, with a double-layered black veil covering his face, was standing before her.

She abruptly straightened up, stood up from the ground, and demanded, "Who are you? Speak quickly, or you won't get out of this cliff." The strange man in black smiled coldly and said, "Poison Rose, you truly live up to your name. That seductive laughter is indeed unparalleled in the martial arts world. Only those with extremely deep internal strength could resist it. If I hadn't hidden in a cave under the cliff and avoided your laughter, I'd probably be dead on the spot. However, in all these years, no one has seen Poison Rose's true face. Now I've become the first person to see Poison Rose's true face. How lucky I am! I will tell all the heroes of the world that Poison Rose is a young beauty whose beauty will last for eternity."

Yun Niang never dreamed that someone would be hiding under this cliff, hearing her laughter and exposing her true identity. However, before he could finish speaking, she was about to strike him in the chest with a palm strike to kill him and silence him.

Unexpectedly, the black-clad figure possessed extraordinary agility and lightness skills. Before she could even make a move, the figure had already leaped three zhang away, coldly saying, "It's already dark. The treasure hunt on Bitter Bamboo Peak is about to begin. We should quickly wake him up and accompany him up the peak to find his enemies and avenge his mother..." His words were tinged with sorrow.

Yunniang was taken aback, thinking to herself, "Judging from her tone and sadness, she seems to know Brother Juji. Besides, she saved his life. If she hadn't caught Brother Hong with her bare hands, he would have been severely injured, if not shattered to pieces. I love Brother Hong, and by extension, I can't kill his benefactor."

So she said nothing more, quickly turned around, squatted down again, and gently massaged Bao Hong's waist. After a moment, she turned to look, but the black-clad figure had disappeared from the bottom of the cliff. When she looked back down at Bao Hong, he had slowly woken up. He slowly opened his eyes and said, "Wow, Sister Yun, I told you I'd live to be eighty, didn't I?" Yun Niang was amused and said, "Look at you, people were so worried! If it weren't for that strange man in black veils saving you, you'd only be eighteen."

"Oh!" Bao Hong exclaimed in surprise, then opened his eyes again and asked, "Wow, taking a nap in the stadium, I couldn't even find him! Who is he? Did you ask his name, Sister?"

Yun Niang sat on the stone ground, reached out and helped Bao Hong sit up, leaning him against her chest, her right hand still stroking his chest. She smiled and replied, "Since he didn't leave his name, I shouldn't press him too much. But I think we'll find out eventually, and it's not too late to repay him then. Now, don't talk, just lie down and rest for a while. We're going to Bitter Bamboo Peak to participate in the treasure hunt. Your enemy, the Purple-Clad Scholar, has already arrived at Bitter Bamboo Peak!"

"Oh!" Bao Hong was startled and exclaimed, "Damn it, Sister Yun, you saw him? What did he look like?"

Yun Niang said, "I saw him. He was short and thin, wearing a purple satin robe. His movements were extremely elusive. Just now, while you were unconscious, he tried to kill you with a single sword strike. At the same time, he shouted, 'Bao Juji, Bao Juji, I've already said that on our third meeting, I will kill you. Whether you are dead or not, I will cut off your head to quell the hatred in my heart!' Brother Hong, it's not that I want to show off in front of you, but if I hadn't arrived in time, you would have been a victim of his sword."

Bao Hong's handsome eyes widened upon hearing this. He suddenly stood up from Yun Niang's arms, looked up at the summit of Bitter Bamboo Peak, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Damn it, the man in purple! We're just waiting to see what happens. Sister Yun, let's go up the peak!" With that, he reached out and grabbed Yun Niang's left wrist, and they ran along the cliffside path towards Bitter Bamboo Peak. It was already late afternoon. The moonlight, like a giant ice basin, hung high in the clear blue sky, shrouding the scenery of Diancang Mountain in a misty haze.

The two ran hand in hand, swift as arrows. Just as they were about to reach the summit of Kuzhu Peak, Yunniang suddenly remembered something and turned to ask, "Brother Hong, what did you see when you went into that cave halfway up the peak? How did you get forced out by a strong wind?"

Bao Hong replied, "Damn, it was really eerie. The cave was pitch black, with a chilling wind and a ghostly aura. I groped my way forward for the time it takes to eat a meal, but I didn't see a single person or hear any strange sounds. After walking for about half a meal's time, I suddenly heard a deep gust of wind from the cave..." A strange cry rang out, like the mournful cry of a night bird, sending chills down one's spine. Just as the cry was about to end, a tremendously powerful force surged forth from the depths of the cave. I felt my body being lifted up by this force, as if flying in mid-air, feeling somewhat lightheaded. Soon after, I lost consciousness, and I have no recollection of what happened afterward.

As they spoke, the two had already reached the summit. Looking around, they saw a large, flat area on the summit filled with all sorts of people from the martial arts world. Bao Hong and Yun Niang were about to walk into the crowd when a deep voice suddenly sounded behind them, calling out, "Are you Bao Hong and Yun Niang walking ahead? Wait a moment, I have something to say." Bao Hong and Yun Niang turned around and saw that the speaker was Nan Tian Yi Yan.

Bao Hong thought to himself, "Damn, he's got quite a few problems, even with a plaster on his beard." But he replied aloud, "Damn, it's indeed your nephew and Sister Yun. What advice do you have for me, Uncle?"

Nan Tian Yi Yan stared intently at Bao Hong for a while, then frowned slightly and asked in confusion, "Nephew, you were knocked out of the cave by the fierce palm strike and fell to the bottom of the cliff. Were you unharmed?"

Bao Hong shook his head and laughed, "Damn, it's like soy sauce with tofu. No need to say anything. I was caught by a person dressed entirely in black with a black veil covering their face. So not only did I not splatter blood on the rocks or break into pieces at the bottom of the cliff, but I didn't even have a scratch. I was just so frightened that I fainted. Damn, Sister Yun massaged my chest and woke me up."

"Ah, ah!" Nan Tianyi Yan exclaimed with relief, "So that's how it is, my dear nephew, my dear nephew, do you know who the person in that cave is?"

Bao Hong shook his head again and said, "Damn, I don't know. Tieguai Li's gourd is so mysterious."

Nan Tianyi Yan's expression suddenly became tense. He scanned his surroundings with focused eyes and said in a low voice, "Not only did I find some clues, but I also spoke with this person."

"Oh!" Yun Niang said before he could continue, "Could it be that you, Uncle, also went into the cave? Who is that person? What did you say to him?"

Nan Tianyi Yan said, "Of course I went into the cave. I never dreamed that the person was the third of the Three Extraordinary Women from beyond the Great Wall, who escaped death twenty years ago when they were besieged by heroes from all over the world at Qingcheng Mountain, the Heavenly Swallow Lu Yuqi."

"Oh!" Bao Hong and Yun Niang exclaimed at the same time, without answering immediately.

Nan Tianyi Yan continued, "She has been practicing diligently in this cave for twenty years and has mastered a unique skill. Now she wants to avenge your mother."

Bao Hong's face lit up with a mixture of surprise and joy. He exclaimed, "Wow! So, Lady Wen Shi really is my mother? Of course she knows who my mother's killer is!"

Nan Tian Yi Yan nodded and said, "Not only does she know, but she also knows the ins and outs of the siege of the Three Strange Women of the Pass at Qingcheng Mountain twenty years ago, and the grudges and entanglements in your Xiong Family Fortress. She calculated that your mother's killer would definitely come to Kuzhu Peak tonight to participate in this grand event. Therefore, she is also preparing to come out of her cave tonight to fight to the death with the person who killed your mother." She paused, then added, "Once she comes out, the truth will come out. Who is the murderer and who is the mastermind will be immediately clear."

After speaking, she waved her hand, signaling Bao Hong and Yun Niang to follow her into the crowd to wait for the mysterious figure who had invited heroes from all over the world to Kuzhu Peak for a martial arts competition and treasure hunt. After walking about three or four zhang, Bao Hong suddenly asked, "Wow, Uncle Yu, in your opinion, who is the person who signed the agreement to fight?"

Nan Tian Yi Yan replied, "It's hard to say. It could be that mysterious scholar in purple, or it could be Yu Qi from Fan Tian Yan Lu, who has been cultivating in seclusion in the stone cave for twenty years. In any case, whoever it is, this show on Bitter Bamboo Peak tonight is going to be quite lively."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Niang chimed in, "Such a lively scene is rarely seen. People say that there is no limit to martial arts. I want to see what kind of amazing skills these martial arts masters possess."

As the three of them spoke, they reached the flat ground and joined the crowd. Bao Hong glanced around and saw that the scholar in purple, his junior brother Lin Hanwen in purple, and Xia Xuexin, the mistress of Rouge Valley, and her female disciple Qiu Miaoxiang had all arrived. Upon seeing Qiu Miaoxiang, Bao Hong immediately remembered that Qiu Huaiyi and his wife had asked him to find their daughter at Qiu Family Manor. He quickly reached into his pocket and felt for the double-heart jade lock. Finding it still there, he was secretly pleased. Just as he was about to step towards Qiu Miaoxiang, a sweet, delicate voice called out from behind, "Master Bao, you've come!"

Bao Hong turned around and saw Miao Meiying from Coral Island, who looked at him with a joyful smile of reunion. Behind her stood her mother, Miao Huixian, the leader of the Su Nu Sect, and more than ten of her disciples.

Seeing Miao Meiying and her mother, Bao Hong's heart skipped a beat. He quickly stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Senior Miao." Then, turning to Miao Meiying, he smiled and said, "Wow, Miss Meiying, you really came! How have you been?" Miao Meiying smiled and replied, "I'm fine. How about you?" As she spoke, she gracefully approached Bao Hong and added, "I knew you would come to the

gathering at Bitter Bamboo Peak tonight. How could I not come?"

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