[Wuxia] Long Hui's Male Concubine (Complete) - 32

Chapter Eight: The Truth Revealed.

"Stop!"

the pursuing cavalryman shouted, drawing his bow and firing.

Arrows rained down, but Xue Xin drew her longsword from her back, deflecting them with a few swift movements. Then, she unleashed nine sword flourishes, killing the nearest pursuers.

The older woman exclaimed, "Sister Yu, what excellent swordsmanship!"

Xue Xin laughed, "Sister Guo, you flatter me. My skills are far inferior! A few moves are nothing compared to your Falling Petals Divine Sword."

At this moment, the Yuan cavalry suddenly changed formation, flanking the two women and attacking from the center. However, they didn't rush into the palace but instead blocked the two women's flanks and rear, leaving only one path in front. But ahead lay Alai's camp; they were employing a unique nomadic method of pursuit and blockade, driving their prey into a trap.

Seeing them approaching, Alai immediately ordered his men to intercept them. They charged forward on horseback, Alai personally leading the charge, shouting, "Brothers ahead, which of them is surnamed Guo?"

A voice returned, "The older one, the one in the yellow dress!"

Alai roared, "Men, capture the woman in the yellow dress alive! As for the other one, do whatever you want with her!"

The Yuan soldiers let out a beast-like howl and extremely lewd laughter, the underlying meaning of which was self-evident.

[Xue Xin], her eyebrows furrowed, her face flushed with embarrassment, was both angry and furious.

She swung her sword left and right, determined to carve a bloody path. Although her swordsmanship was excellent, her inner strength was not what it used to be. She managed to shatter the armor of several Yuan soldiers, but later her strength waned, and her swordsmanship became somewhat chaotic. A Yuan soldier exploited an opening and struck her with his blade.

Seeing this, the older woman lightly flicked her jade-like fingers, her middle finger and thumb gripping a pebble. She then flicked it, and the Yuan soldier screamed and fell from his horse. She then drew her sword, a gleaming, sharp blade bearing

the inscription "Yitian" (meaning "Relying on Heaven"). Its edge was extremely sharp, capable of cutting through iron like mud. With a single slash, the swords, spears, and halberds of the surrounding Yuan soldiers were instantly severed in two. Xuexin, her pretty face pale, gasped, "Sister Guo, thank you!"

The older woman said, "Ting'er, don't relax. We haven't broken through the encirclement yet."

At this moment, a figure suddenly leaped out from the Yuan army formation—it was the lama. He leaped into the air like an eagle spreading its wings, his five fingers spread wide, one claw reaching towards the woman surnamed Guo: "Second Miss Guo, where do you think you're going!"

Second Miss Guo closed her five fingers and swept her palm out, the palm strike as sharp as a sword, concealing a wondrous follow-up move.

The two exchanged blows, both surprised. Their arms surged with qi and blood, neither gaining the upper hand. Miss Guo exclaimed, "Well done, Lama! Are you a disciple of Phagpa?"

The Lama laughed loudly, "Miss Guo has good eyesight! I am the Tiger-Crouching Venerable under the Imperial Preceptor!"

Taking a breather, Xue Xin regulated her inner energy and swung her sword to stab the Tiger-Crouching Venerable.

The Lama chuckled and said, "The Lin'an Xuanfeng Sword?"

As he spoke, his monk's robe rolled up, using a soft force to wrap around the long sword, and then he struck Xue Xin's face with a palm.

Seeing this, Miss Guo hurriedly drew her sword to defend herself. Her swordsmanship was unique, and she unleashed three consecutive strikes aimed at the Lama's three acupoints: Quchi, Yuzhu, and Taiyang.

The Lama chuckled, "Miss Guo has fallen for my trap!"

It turned out that his palm strike at Wei Xue Xin was a feint. Now that he had lured Miss Guo into an attack, he immediately turned the feint into a real one, sweeping his palm across her in her haste.

Miss Guo Er was struck in the shoulder, letting out a muffled groan as she fell from her horse.

Seeing this, Alai immediately shouted , "Take her down!"

Several steel blades were simultaneously pressed against Miss Guo Er's neck, while the Tiger-Crouching Venerable unleashed his inner force, transmitting the energy through his sleeve. The sword in Xue Xin's hand was heated red-hot, causing her to hastily release it.

The Tiger-Crouching Venerable chuckled, sealing her pressure points with a single finger. Xue Xin's body went limp, unable to fight any longer.

The Tiger-Crouching Venerable's eyes gleamed with lewdness as he laughed, "It's said that the Whirlwind Swordsman of Lin'an has a daughter, possessing unparalleled beauty. Seeing her today, I can confirm the rumors are true."

Xue Xin blushed deeply, tears welling in her eyes.

Seeing her on the verge of tears, even more captivating, Venerable Tiger's Roar felt an irresistible urge and said directly, "What a beautiful maiden! I, the Buddha, will make an exception and teach you the Joyful Meditation!"

Before he finished speaking, Venerable Tiger's Roar inexplicably found himself airborne. When he came to his senses, he realized he had been grabbed by the collar and thrown out.

He was thrown to the ground, rolling around in a sorry state.

Venerable Tiger's Roar looked up and saw Long Hui standing in front of him.

The Venerable Tiger Crouching said angrily, "Alai, didn't I tell you to capture this spy? Why is he still here!"

Alai said aggrievedly, "Lama, I've already sent men to do it."

Long Hui snorted, raised his eyebrows towards the military camp, and said, "Are you talking about those good-for-nothings?"

Alai turned around and saw that all the soldiers in the camp were lying on the ground. He was so frightened that he exclaimed in surprise, "You... what kind of sorcery did you use?"

Long Hui was too lazy to waste words with him. He helped Xue Xin up and asked, "Xue Xin, are you alright? Big brother was a little slow. You almost got bullied by this stinky lama."

He didn't know why Xue Xin's skills had dropped so much. Perhaps it was related to coming to this unfamiliar environment.

Xue Xin blushed and lowered her head to whisper, "Young master... I, my name isn't Xue Xin."

Long Hui was taken aback and frowned. "Xue Xin, are you still angry with me? By the way, how did you end up here? Where are Bing'er and the others?"

A series of questions left the girl in front of him at a loss.

"Ting'er, be careful!"

Just then, an urgent voice rang out; it was Miss Guo Er shouting.

Dozens of sharp arrows shot towards them, but Long Hui remained calm. He channeled his inner energy again, and a powerful surge of profound energy descended from the sky. The arrows were instantly controlled by the inner energy, turning back and shooting the Yuan soldiers off their horses.

The young woman breathed a sigh of relief, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Long Hui, without hesitation, expanded the inner energy of his inner energy, covering an area of over thirty feet. Within this range, all the weapons were controlled, breaking free from their masters' control and bowing down to Long Hui in submission.

Long Hui's brows furrowed, and he roared, "Kill them!"

The weapons immediately reversed, piercing the bodies of the Yuan soldiers. With a few whooshing sounds, there was no one left alive within a thirty-foot radius. Long Hui showed no mercy to these bastards who dared to harm his beloved wife, taking their lives without hesitation.

"Xue Xin, it's alright. These bad guys have been eliminated by your elder brother. You don't need to be afraid,"

Long Hui said softly, pulling Xue Xin into his arms.

The girl felt a masculine scent wash over her, making her dizzy and flushed. She struggled shyly.

Long Hui thought, "That's right, this girl is shy. If I hold her like this in public, won't I embarrass her to death?"

So he released her arm and said with concern, "Xuexin, I'm sorry, it's my fault."

The girl blushed and whispered, "Young master... I, I'm really not the person you're talking about."

Long Hui saw that her tone was urgent and didn't seem fake, but her appearance and shy demeanor were exactly like Wei Xuexin's, making it difficult for him to tell the truth.

Suddenly, the girl cried out, "Young master, please save Sister Guo!"

Long Hui turned around and saw several Mongol soldiers and the Tiger-Sided Venerable holding Miss Guo hostage, mounting their warhorses and about to leave.

Long Hui said calmly, "Don't worry, they can't escape!"

With that, he channeled his energy, using his Earth-Defending True Essence to create an earthen wall, instantly blocking the group.

Long Hui once again unleashed his True Essence of Wood, controlling the surrounding plants to sprout strange vines that bound the Mongol soldiers and the Tiger-Crouching Venerable together, allowing Miss Guo to escape.

The young woman happily went to greet her, taking Miss Guo's hand and asking, "Sister Guo, are you alright?"

Miss Guo shook her head, saying, "I'm fine, thank you for your help, young hero."

Long Hui politely returned the smile, saying, "Miss Guo, you're too kind."

Miss Guo said, "Young hero, your martial arts are superb. May I ask your name?"

She was generous and open-minded, eager to make friends with heroes from all over the world.

Seeing such a magnanimous woman, Long Hui suppressed his doubts and worries, saying, "My surname is Long, and my given name is Hui."

Miss Guo returned the greeting, saying, "My surname is Guo, and my given name is Xiang. Greetings, Young Hero Long."

Long Hui sighed, his gaze inadvertently lingering on the girl who looked almost exactly like Xue Xin.

Guo Xiang, who had been wandering the martial world since she was sixteen, possessed keen insight and noticed Long Hui's every move. She gleaned some clues and thought to herself, "Ting'er's parents died early, and now she's all alone, truly pitiful. This young hero is handsome and skilled in martial arts, and seems to have feelings for Ting'er. If I could bring them together, it would be a way to appease the spirit of Hero Yu in heaven."

Thinking this, she felt a pang of sorrow deep within her heart and became secretly heartbroken.

Ting'er pointed into the distance and said, "Sister Guo, look! Those Tartars are coming again!"

Guo Xiang turned around, and sure enough, another group of pursuers was rushing towards them.

Long Hui frowned and asked, "Miss Guo, why are these soldiers chasing you?"

Guo Xiang sighed, "Xiangyang is currently surrounded by Yuan troops, and the city is in dire need of reinforcements. I risked coming out this time to go to Lin'an to ask for help."

Long Hui glanced around and said calmly, "Please forgive my frankness, but this area for hundreds of miles is now heavily blockaded by the Yuan army. Even if you manage to get reinforcements, you may not be able to break through the encirclement, and you might even be wiped out on the outskirts."

Guo Xiang smiled sadly and said, "My parents, my grandfather, and many..." "Many uncles and aunts, and even more martial arts heroes from all sides, are fighting desperately within the city. How could I abandon them?"

Long Hui couldn't help but secretly praise, "What a courageous and loyal woman! Her courage to break through the siege alone puts many men to shame."

At this moment, the Yuan soldiers were approaching, less than five hundred paces away. Long Hui said, "Miss Guo, if you don't mind, I am willing to escort you both."

He originally didn't want to meddle, but he admired Guo Xiang's courage, and the girl who resembled Xue Xin made him make this decision.

At this moment, the Yuan cavalry was approaching. Long Hui flicked his sleeve, and the Kui Shui True Essence stirred up a vast expanse of river water, transforming it into a water dragon spitting pearls, which suddenly swept away the Yuan army. Then, he condensed the Xuan Yin Ice Wheel, and a powerful cold air blew over, freezing the Yuan soldiers covered in river water. This cavalry of several hundred men instantly turned into ice sculptures.

The scene before them left the two beauties speechless. Long Hui smiled and said, "Miss Guo, let's get going."

Guo Xiang responded with an "Oh," and pulled the equally dumbfounded Ting'er along with Long Hui.

Long Hui asked, "Miss Guo, do you know where Lin'an is?"

Guo Xiang seemed somewhat surprised and asked curiously, "Young hero, you don't know Lin'an?" Long

Hui frankly replied, "Whether it's Lin'an or Xiangyang, this is the first time I've heard of them."

Guo Xiang and Ting'er were both speechless, unsure how to answer.

At this moment, the girl named Ting'er shyly raised her delicate hand and pointed in a direction, saying, "Lin'an... Lin'an is over there."

After saying this, she quickly withdrew her hand, her face turning even redder, like a ripe red apple, making one want to take a bite.

Guo Xiang laughed, "My sister's skin is rather delicate; she blushes easily when talking to strangers. I hope Young Master Long won't take offense."

Long Hui hummed in agreement, then reached out and took Ting'er's arm. The girl's face turned deathly pale, tears welling up in her eyes. At the same time, she reached out and supported Guo Xiang's elbow. Guo Xiang, more worldly than Ting'er, knew that Long Hui had no intention of being frivolous.

Long Hui took a deep breath and soared into the air. The two women felt a gust of wind rush into their mouths and noses, and they hurriedly closed their eyes and screamed in fright.

When their senses adjusted, they looked down and saw that the mountains and rivers stretched out below them, surrounded by clouds and mist—they had actually ascended to heaven. Guo Xiang couldn't help but click her tongue

in amazement, "Young Master Long... are you... are you a deity?" Long Hui smiled and said, "Actually, this is just a kind of martial art. As long as one's true energy is condensed to a certain level, one can fly on the wind. It's nothing to be considered a deity." Once in the sky, the cold wind was extremely biting, and Ting'er shivered, her face turning pale. Long Hui quickly channeled his Yang energy to dispel the chill. Seeing her face regain its color, he felt somewhat relieved. However, the more he looked at the girl's expression, the more she resembled Wei Xuexin, which stirred his affection. He wanted to help Guo Xiang ward off the cold, but he noticed a hidden flow of Yang energy within her, resisting the severe cold and fierce wind, which he found secretly astonishing. "Miss Guo, please forgive my impertinence, but I observe a flow of Yang energy within you, and this energy seems to have some connection to Buddhism. I wonder what kind of internal energy cultivation method it is?" Long Hui asked casually. Guo Xiang smiled and said, "To be honest, young hero, when I was nineteen, I had a fortuitous encounter and, by some twist of fate, obtained part of the Shaolin Nine Yang Divine Skill manual. However, I've never truly mastered it, far inferior to your ability to fly through the clouds." Traveling on the wind, Long Hui quickly led them into Lin'an. Not wanting to attract attention, he chose a secluded spot to land and led the two women into Lin'an. Guo Xiang asked, "Young hero Long, what are your plans for the future?" Long Hui shook his head and sighed, "I don't know. Since we're in Lin'an, let's go in and explore." He was pondering how to return to his own world, and was currently feeling troubled, so he wanted to wander around. At this moment, Ting'er suddenly spoke up, "Since we're in Lin'an, why don't you come to my house for a while?" Her tone was filled with surprise. Long Hui couldn't help but turn to look at her. Ting'er immediately blushed deeply, lowering her head and lowering her brows. Looking at this shy yet sometimes proactive girl, Long Hui couldn't help but smile. Guo Xiang, seeing the young woman's intentions, readily agreed, saying, "Young Master Long, you're new to Lin'an and must be unfamiliar with the place. Why don't you rest at Ting'er's residence for a while?" Long Hui nodded and followed them into Lin'an. Lin'an was a scene of prosperity, permeated with an atmosphere of decadence, a stark contrast to the perilous battle for Xiangyang—it was like heaven and hell. Long Hui thought to himself, "Is this the capital? The soldiers on the front lines are fighting bloody battles, yet here it is like this; it's truly disheartening." Seeing Lin'an's state, Long Hui felt that Guo Xiang's request for reinforcements was highly unlikely. How could anyone have the courage to fight to the death in such a corrupt capital? After walking through several streets, they saw an elegant residence with the words "Yu Mansion" written on the plaque above the door. Long Hui immediately realized that the girl named Ting'er's surname was Yu. Back home, Yu Ting'er was like a completely different person. Her worried expression vanished, and she cheerfully ran into the house, calling out to the servants to greet Long Hui and Guo Xiang. "Sister Guo, Brother Long... please sit for a moment. I'll go back and change my clothes before coming out to entertain you!" Yu Ting'er blushed, apologized to the two, and ran back into the inner room. Long Hui took the hot tea offered by the servant, took a sip, and asked curiously, "Miss Guo, where are Miss Yu's elders?"

Guo Xiang sighed and said, "Ting'er's father was a famous swordsman in Lin'an, known for his generosity and righteousness, and deeply admired by his fellow martial artists. Xiangyang had been besieged by the Tartars for many years, and supplies were already scarce. Three years ago, Lord Li Tingzhi of Jinghu recruited militia to aid Xiangyang. The chivalrous Yu, with his boundless righteousness, left his young daughter behind and joined the righteous army. He followed Lords Zhang Gui and Zhang Shun, leading three thousand naval troops and a large amount of supplies, breaking through the Mongol encirclement. After fighting for over 120 li, they finally arrived in Xiangyang and brought the supplies into the city, greatly boosting the morale of the Xiangyang army and civilians. However, Lord Zhang Shun and Chivalrous Yu tragically died in this battle."

Long Hui was deeply moved. It turned out that this delicate girl was actually a descendant of loyal martyrs. Guo Xiang continued, "But the Tartars were powerful, and Xiangyang remained in a precarious situation. Later, Lord Zhang Gui made contact with Yingzhou, preparing to coordinate from the north and south to open up the outer transportation lines of Xiangyang, but unfortunately, the military intelligence was leaked." Lord Zhang Gui also died in battle, leaving Xiangyang a desolate city. My father, left with no other choice, sent out invitations to all the heroes of the martial arts world to come and help. Unexpectedly, Ting'er also came. My sister and I tried to persuade her to go back, but she said that since Master Yu had died in Xiangyang, she, as his daughter, would never disgrace her father and insisted on staying.”

Hearing this, Long Hui felt both sympathy and admiration for Yu Ting'er. At this moment, Guo Xiang suddenly spoke up, “Young Master Long, please promise me something.”

Seeing her solemn expression, Long Hui nodded and said, “Please speak

, Miss Guo.” Guo Xiang sighed, “I hope you can persuade Ting'er not to go back to Xiangyang. I took her with me during this breakout, hoping to send Ting'er out of this perilous place.”

Long Hui was slightly taken aback. He heard soft footsteps behind him and turned to see Yu Ting'er dressed in a light green silk robe. Her face was as radiant as jade, her eyes clear as water; she was truly a beauty that could topple kingdoms.

Gazing at the girl before him, Long Hui almost called out "Xue Xin" again, but those elegant, sword-like eyebrows that reached her temples resembled Yu Xiuting's... The faces of Wei Xuexin, Yu Ting'er, and Yu Xiuting overlapped, making it impossible for him to distinguish the real from the fake.

Yu Ting'er glanced at Long Hui discreetly, then quickly turned away, her jade-like face flushed with a rosy glow, radiant with springtime beauty, like a flower just beginning to bloom, infinitely charming.

She apologized, "I've kept you waiting, Ting'er will make you some tea now."

With that, she fetched the tea set and tea leaves, and began boiling water and brewing tea in the hall. In no time, a delicate fragrance of tea filled the entire room. Long Hui was startled; her tea-brewing movements were so familiar, resembling both Wei Xuexin and Yu Xiuting. Still using her hands? How could that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to realistically resemble her vulva, with a highly realistic shape and soft, delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions closely mimic female anatomy for a more realistic experience... The sensation is irresistible! Click to enter.

Yu Ting'er offered a cup of tea to Guo Xiang, then picked up another teacup and handed it to Long Hui: "Brother Long, please have some tea."

The teacup was white porcelain, sparkling clean, but her hands, holding the tea, were as white as the cup, like white jade, almost transparent.

Long Hui reached out and took it, but the teacup was small, and he inadvertently touched her small hand, feeling a warm, smooth sensation from his fingertips.

Yu Ting'er's cheeks flushed again, and she quickly lowered her head, avoiding Long Hui's gaze.

Guo Xiang took a sip of tea and smiled, "Sister's tea skills are truly superb; I never tire of them."

Yu Ting'er smiled and said, "As long as you like it, I'll brew tea for you every day."

Guo Xiang put down her teacup, yawned, and said, "Sister, I need to go and deliver Lord Lü's letter of aid. Please excuse me for a moment."

A sly glint appeared in her eyes as she spoke.

After speaking, she turned and left, leaving Long Hui and Yu Ting'er alone in the room. The atmosphere was incredibly awkward. Yu Ting'er seemed lost in thought, a blush lingering on her jade-like face, making her even more charming and adorable.

Staying quietly in the house wasn't a solution, especially since they were alone together. Yu Ting'er said, "Brother Long, you're new to Lin'an, why don't you go out for a stroll?"

Long Hui didn't want to stay any longer, so he put down his teacup and nodded, "Miss Yu is quite right, I won't bother you any longer."

Yu Ting'er bit her moist lips, her pretty face flushed, and said, "Brother Long... you're unfamiliar with this place, why don't you let Ting'er be your guide?"

Her voice was barely audible at the end.

Hearing the word "brother," Long Hui seemed to see Wei Xuexin standing before him, head bowed and speaking shyly.

Long Hui said, "Thank you for your trouble, Miss Yu."

The two left the Yu residence and walked side by side. Long Hui kept thinking about how to get back, while Yu Ting'er's heart was pounding, filled with both shyness and joy—the feelings of a young girl were hard to fathom.

Their conflicting emotions made them completely oblivious to the scenery around them.

To outsiders, the two couples were a perfect match; the man was handsome and dashing, the woman beautiful as a flower—a truly harmonious couple.

Many were also jealous. A few pedantic scholars gathered together and said, "To be so intimate with a man in broad daylight, she can't be a respectable woman!"

Another said, "Confucius said that only petty men and women are difficult to deal with. The sage's words are indeed true!"

Although their words were not loud, they still reached the ears of Long Hui and Yu Ting'er. Long Hui was about to teach them a lesson, but Yu Ting'er hurriedly advised, "Brother Long, some scholars are just grumbling. There's no need to take it seriously."

Long Hui snorted, "What was that pedantic scholar's last sentence again? 'Only petty men and women are difficult to deal with.' What utter nonsense, yet he spouts Confucianism as if it were the truth!"

Yu Ting'er sighed softly and remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.

Long Hui asked, "Miss Yu, may I ask who this 'Zi' in 'Zi Yue' refers to?"

Yu Ting'er was slightly taken aback, and said with some surprise, "Brother Long, don't you know Confucius?"

Long Hui smiled wryly, "I'm not well-educated, so I really don't know."

He thought to himself, "I do know a few people with the surname Kong.

" Yu Ting'er frowned and said, "Let's find a quiet place to sit down and talk about it in detail."

Long Hui could tell that she seemed unwilling to discuss this topic in the street, so he nodded in agreement.

The two found an elegant teahouse and asked for a secluded spot. Yu Ting'er then said, "Confucius, whose given name was Qiu and courtesy name was Zhongni, was a literary sage for all ages and a teacher for all generations..."

Upon hearing this, Long Hui was instantly shocked, breaking out in a cold sweat. He exclaimed, "What? Confucius, Kong Zhongni?"

"Ah!"

Meng Ke frowned and asked, "Junior brother, what's wrong?"

Confucius rubbed his nose and said, "Nothing, just a little itchy, I just sneezed."

As he spoke, he scanned his surroundings. Today was the second day of the Heavenly Horse Birthday Banquet, a day for appreciating fine horses.

Guests gathered on the grassland, many leading their own prized steeds, others simply observing and hoping to purchase a few good horses. Murong Xiaohan and Yao Qingru were also present, sitting in a pre-arranged tent, enjoying fragrant tea and snacks served by servants.

Meng Ke asked in a low voice, "Third Young Master, is that your father?"

Murong Xi shook his head and said, "No, although he looks exactly the same, his demeanor is very different from my old man's."

Bei Chenglu also said, "That person is not my mother either; she is also an imposter!"

Murong Xi sighed, "If someone hadn't warned us last night, my sixth sister and I would have really walked right into their trap!"

Bei Chenglu frowned and said, "But I'm worried that my mother is in their hands..."

Kong Qiu said, "Sixth Miss, there's no need to worry. They won't harm the heads of the two great families until they have completely taken over them."

At this moment, the fake Du Tianyun ascended the high platform and said loudly, "Thank you all for gracing this famous horse appreciation event. I, Du, will start by offering my humble

opinion." As he spoke, a disciple of the manor led in a tall, pure white horse with no stray hairs. Its limbs were long and powerful, its eyes were bright and piercing, and its coat was glossy and lustrous, like a noble jade sculpture.

Murong Xi and Bei Chenglu were greatly surprised and secretly thought something was wrong. Meng Ke asked why, and Bei Chenglu said, "This horse is named Yuzhui, and it is Du Jiao's beloved horse. She cherishes it dearly, and today these scoundrels have brought it out to show off. No wonder she's furious!"

Murong Xi swallowed hard and said, "No need to guess, Little Chili is about to go crazy."

According to the original plan, Du Jiao was going to challenge the fake manor lord's horse-judging skills alone, so she and Su Hejun were standing in another position on the grassland so that they could retreat easily later.

Meng Ke was also extremely anxious. He knew a little about Du Jiao's fiery temper, and if this young lady couldn't help but jump out and fight, everything would be for naught.

Murong Xi said, "Brother Meng, don't be anxious. Let me try to persuade her!"

He was about to communicate with Du Jiao telepathically, but was instead stopped by a surge of overwhelming anger, leaving Murong Xi helpless.

"Murong Xi, don't bother me! I'm very angry, and the consequences will be severe!"

A vicious sentence immediately echoed in her mind, and Du Jiao shut her heart, refusing to speak to Murong Xi again.

Murong Xi sighed helplessly, "It seems the other party guessed that Little Chili had returned, so they deliberately used her beloved horse as bait to lure her out."

At this moment, the fake Du Tianyu said, "This horse is named Yuzhui, which can travel a thousand miles a day and runs with the speed of lightning."

This horse appraisal is not only a way to determine the quality of a horse, but also a kind of horse fighting competition. Anyone can bring out their own fine horse and choose any opponent. The two sides compete to see who can beat the other horse. Of course, the two sides can agree on a bet during the competition. In previous years, the most common bet was to wager the horse. The winner could get the loser's prized horse.

Before Du Tianyun could finish speaking, a rough voice rang out: "Master Du, your horse is no fine steed! To participate in a fine horse appraisal with such an inferior horse, are you looking down on us?!"

These words were like a stone thrown into still water, causing an instant silence throughout the room. Murong Xi's legs were drenched in cold sweat, and he could only manage a wry smile. This little firecracker, when she went berserk, was completely unpredictable, just like the day she dared to storm into the brothel and drag him out.

Meng Ke said, "Third Young Master, don't be nervous. Although Miss Du has appeared early, it's not necessarily a bad thing. If I'm not mistaken, our plan can still proceed as scheduled."

Murong Xi frowned and said, "In that case, I'll go make the arrangements."

At this moment, a short man wearing a felt hat stepped out from the crowd. His face was dark, but his eyes were bright and clear—it was Du Jiao in disguise.

The fake Du Tianyun had already recognized Du Jiao, a smug glint in his eyes. He said, "Brother, how can you say that my manor's Jade Steed isn't a fine steed?"

Du Jiao rolled her eyes and snorted, "Whether it's a mule or a horse, we'll find out once we take it for a spin."

Then, she changed the subject, saying, "If the manor lord is unwilling to have a contest, then how about we discuss the art of judging horses?"

The fake manor lord scoffed, "Eloquent words are worthless. Since you want to have a horse contest, then I, Du, will grant your request!"

Du Jiao led over a horse and said, "I'll use this horse to race against your Jade Steed."

This horse was merely something they had bought along the way for transportation, and in terms of quality, it was far inferior to the Jade Steed.

The fake manor lord was overjoyed to see Du Jiao appear and immediately ordered his men to clear a space for the horses to run.

At this moment, someone said, "You dark-skinned boy, your horse is clearly inferior to Yuzhui, yet you're using it as a wager. The stakes are clearly unequal."

Du Jiao snorted, "Then I'll add another five thousand taels of silver, and the stakes will be even then?"

The fake estate owner laughed, "No problem, I'll take the bet with you."

Just then, Su Hejun quietly walked to Meng Ke's side, tugged at his sleeve, and said, "Husband, let's hurry and prepare. Sister Du Jiao will be leading those bandits over soon."

Meng Ke nodded and led everyone away from the grassland, sneaking into a forest to the north.

"Hejun, what exactly happened to Miss Du?"

Meng Ke asked.

Su Hejun removed her disguise, revealing her beautiful face, and smiled, "Since the other party has brought out the Jade Steed, it's clear they intend to provoke Sister Du Jiao. Seeing her unusually angry, I thought that even if I suppressed her now, some unnecessary mistakes would still occur. Moreover, the other party seems to have come prepared. So, I'll let Sister Du Jiao show herself and vent her anger. As long as she can defeat the top horse from Tianma Manor with a lower-grade horse during the horse fight, it will have the same effect as the horse discussion." Meng Ke said, "But that Jade Steed looks..." "It's a steed chosen from among thousands; the horse Miss Du brought is no match for it."

Su Hejun laughed, "Before Sister Du Jiao showed herself, I asked her if she could defeat Yu Zhui. Only after receiving her very affirmative answer did I agree to let her appear."

With that, she took off her outer robe, revealing a pink, tight-fitting riding robe underneath that outlined her exquisite figure. At this moment, Bei Chenglu also took off her heavy outer robe, revealing a similar pink riding outfit, exactly the same as Su Hejun's.

The two stunning women, both listed on the Nine Heavens Fairy Ranking, exchanged a glance and smiled at each other, everything understood without words.

Right there on the grassland, with the crack of the whip, the horsefight began. Yu Zhui, driven by its rider, galloped off like an arrow. Although Du Jiao also spurred her horse to chase, she was immediately left several meters behind. The difference in the quality of the two horses was already extremely obvious.

Just as her opponent was about to cross the finish line, Du Jiao let out a sharp whistle, and the jade horse immediately reared up, its body arching back, stopping abruptly and throwing the person on its back to the ground.

Du Jiao seized the opportunity to cross the finish line, a result that made everyone's jaws drop.

Du Jiao raised her head and said, "Master Du, even if a horse is of fine quality, it is still just a wild horse if it is not tamed. How can it carry a person!"

This jade horse was raised by Du Jiao from a cub, and it obeyed her commands without question. If Du Jiao wanted, it would be easy for the jade horse to trample the person on its back to death, but Du Jiao saw that the knight was also a disciple of the manor, and had been deceived, so she spared him.

The fake manor owner clapped his hands and laughed, feigning generosity, "Good, good, young brother, you're right. Du Tianyun was rude in this matter. This jade horse is a gift to you, and I, Du, will also offer five thousand taels of silver as an apology!"

He wasn't Du Tianyun at all, and the money and horse weren't his own, so he didn't feel the pinch when giving them away, but Du Jiao was furious, gritting her teeth.

"Outrageous! Taking my things to give away! You scoundrel deserves to be torn to pieces!"

Du Jiao took the heavy package, didn't even look at it, and mounted the jade horse, shouting "Giddy up!"

Sensing its master's presence, the jade horse galloped off, disappearing into the grassland in the blink of an eye, a hundred paces away.

The fake manor owner secretly summoned Iron Hand and said, "That girl Du Jiao is back. Catch her immediately!"

Iron Hand responded, "Yes, sir."

The fake manor lord added, "The silver I just gave her has been laced with a life-trapping powder concocted by a Gandharva. Release the Green Leaf Snakes to track her."

Iron Hand immediately led his men to pursue them.

Iron Hand released several small, translucent green snakes, so vibrant and green that they were almost indistinguishable from grass on the ground.

The Green Leaf Snakes flicked their bright red tongues and darted off.

"It's heading towards Wuyuan East Town."

Iron Hand immediately led his men to follow, but halfway there, a small snake suddenly slithered westward. Iron Hand was taken aback and wondered, "That's West Town, how could the Green Leaf Snake..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw another Green Leaf Snake slithering towards South Town, leaving him in a dilemma.

"You two go to the southwest towns separately and investigate. Report back immediately if anything unusual happens!"

Two of his men immediately went to investigate and returned half an hour later to report: "A woman dressed in pink was spotted in South Town."

"A woman dressed in pink, resembling Du Jiao, was spotted in West Town!"

Iron Hand was stunned. He pondered for a moment and said, "That girl must have divided the silver into several portions and had others carry them away. She's intentionally trying to confuse us. We shouldn't believe her and continue chasing towards East Town."

But then he thought, what if the other side used a feint, and the real Du Jiao was actually in the southwest towns? Wouldn't he have wasted his time? So he split his men into three groups and continued the pursuit.

Iron Hand personally led a group of men into Dongzhen. After circling the ground a few times, the Green Leaf Snake stopped moving and coiled up, staring at a jujube tree.

Iron Hand leaped up the tree and found a package on it containing over three thousand taels of silver.

"She deliberately left the silver here; that girl must have escaped from here. Let's chase after her!"

Iron Hand ordered his men to spread out and search Dongzhen in an encirclement. Wuyuan was sparsely populated, and Dongzhen only had a few dozen houses. They quickly searched the entire town.

"Sir, I found Du Jiao in a house to the north!"

the subordinate reported. Iron Hand immediately mobilized his men and surrounded the house to the north.

They kicked open the door and rushed into the courtyard. Sure enough, they saw a pretty young girl standing under a tree, smiling at them. It was none other than Du Jiao.

"Take her down!"

Iron Hand ordered, and his subordinates rushed forward, only to find nothing. The girl before them was merely a painting; they had simply torn the paper.

Just then, a vat of concentrated acid was poured out, dousing the group.

The acid corroded their skin and seeped into their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, causing more than a dozen skilled fighters to writhe on the ground in agony, screaming.

Iron Hand realized he had fallen into a trap and immediately tried to retreat, only to find the door blocked.

Su Hejun and Bei Chenglu simultaneously thrust their swords at his back.

Iron Hand raised his iron hand and struck backward, blocking the two women's swords.

But Meng Ke and Kong Qiu appeared from the other side, their two streams of Purple Yang True Qi slamming into his back.

Iron Hand coughed up blood, enduring the excruciating pain, and tried to escape using the force of Confucius and Meng Ke's palm strikes, but Murong Xi and Du Jiao had already blocked his last escape route, leaving him with no way to flee.

"You...you, you plotted against me?"

Iron Hand exclaimed, wiping the blood from his lips in shock and rage.

Kong Qiu laughed, "All's fair in war. You'd better obediently reveal the whereabouts of Master Du and the heads

of the Murong and Beicheng families!" Kong Qiu's plan was to first have Du Jiao humiliate the imposter at the horse appreciation event, deliberately revealing her whereabouts to lure the pursuer. Then, Du Jiao would divide the gifts given to her into three parts, giving one each to Beicheng Lu and Su Hejun, who would then disguise themselves as Du Jiao and escape in different directions, drawing away the pursuer's forces and weakening their strength.

Next, a concentrated acid trap would be set under the tree in this courtyard, the bait being the painting made by Murong Xi.

Murong Xi had spent a full day and night painting a lifelike replica of Du Jiao. Once the last pursuers were lured to the tree, the hidden figures could trigger the trap, giving them a concentrated acid attack.

Confucius devised this trap to lure out the enemy leader, capture him, and force him to reveal Du Tianyun's whereabouts.

The Iron-Handed Man sneered, suppressing his internal injuries, and channeled his inner energy to activate the mechanism in his iron arm. A burst of flame erupted from his left iron hand; it turned out his iron hand contained a hidden mechanism storing oil, which would be ignited during the battle to unleash a fiery attack.

The unexpected burst of flame forced a gap in the encirclement. The Iron-Handed Man swung his right arm, and a dozen poisoned nails shot from his iron palm towards Su Hejun and Bei Chenglu.

The two women instinctively dodged, and the Iron-Handed Man seized the opportunity to break free.

Meng Ke shouted and immediately gave chase. The Iron-Handed Man's iron feet also held a secret; a small opening appeared at his ankle, from which pale red smoke billowed.

Meng Ke smelled a little smoke and felt a tightness in his chest, almost vomiting blood. He quickly withdrew and swept away the smoke with his sleeve: "This smoke is poisonous!"

The smoke increased, quickly spreading to an area of about ten feet, making it impossible for the group to pursue.

Seeing that the Iron-Handed Man was about to escape the encirclement, the group was extremely anxious, but they could only watch helplessly as the poisonous smoke blocked their way.

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from ahead,

followed by the Iron-Handed Man's scream. "Ghost Fang, a cripple should look like a cripple. Go back!"

A cold laugh rang out, and the Iron-Handed Man was seen flying back into the courtyard, or rather, being beaten back.

The Iron-Handed Man collapsed to the ground like a dead fish, his iron limbs shattered, revealing his mangled hands and feet. The human skin mask on his face was also removed, revealing him to be Ghost Fang, whose limbs had been severed by Huangfu Wuji.

Overjoyed at their discovery, Meng Ke and the others were surprised and delighted, but no one came to their aid. Confucius sighed, "The other party probably doesn't want to show himself yet, but he has helped us time and time again, so he probably doesn't have any ill intentions."

Meng Ke smiled and pointed to the limp Gui Mingya on the ground, saying, "How can we interrogate this fellow?"

Murong Xi laughed, "I have a way. Let Little Chili's white donkey drag him for thirty or fifty miles, and I guarantee he'll reveal everything about his ancestors."

"Murong Xi, how dare you call my Jade Steed a donkey!"

Du Jiao raised an eyebrow, drew her long whip, and shouted, "Today, I'll let you taste what it's like to be a donkey!"

With a few swift lashes, Murong Xi was whipped until his skin was torn and bleeding. He jumped up in pain, crying, "Grandma, stop hitting me! Calm down! When we get back, I'll let you ride my donkey, okay?"

Seeing the two of them bickering again, Confucius smiled slightly, took out a secret manual from his robes, and said, "Senior brother, let Zhongni try it out."

Mencius asked curiously, "Zhongni, what book is that?"

Confucius smiled and said, "Before I left, I asked General Long how to extract a confession..." The general then gave me this book.

Meng Ke was even more surprised and asked, "What book is this?"

Kong Qiu said, "I heard from General Long that this is a secret manual for interrogating people that the Little Demon Queen wrote when she had nothing to do. It contains many soft and hard tricks, which should be able to pry open this fellow's mouth."

After saying that, he dragged Gui Mingya into the house. It was late at night when Kong Qiu came out with a smile and said, "He has confessed. Master Du and the heads of the Murong and Beicheng families have all been imprisoned in the Hunting Valley."

Murong Xi became more and more curious, so he went to the house and saw Gui Mingya lying in a pile of excrement and urine with his eyes rolled back and foaming at the mouth. He couldn't help but shudder when he saw this.

"Good heavens, Kong boy, you're really ruthless,"

Murong Xi said. "You actually made this Ghost Fang look like a ghost. What method did you use? And what exactly is written in that interrogation manual? Let me see it."

Kong Qiu smiled mysteriously, put his hands behind his back, and shook his head, saying, "Only petty people and donkeys are difficult to raise!"

Murong Xi was so choked that his eyes rolled back and he almost fainted.

Su Hejun glanced at Gui Mingya, then covered her nose with her sleeve, and said with a slight reproach, "Zhongni, aren't you going a bit too far? Even if he's a villain, this isn't fair."

Bei Chenglu also casually remarked, "Doesn't Confucianism teach us to win people over with virtue and repay evil with kindness? Master Kong, isn't your behavior somewhat contrary to the teachings?"

Confucius smiled slightly, bowed, and solemnly said, "Winning people over with virtue is certainly true, but repaying evil with kindness is somewhat inappropriate. As the saying goes, if you repay evil with kindness, how will you repay kindness? Only by repaying kindness with kindness and repaying evil with justice can one truly repay evil." "This is the way of Confucianism!"

Some readers say that the plot of Tianma Manor is unnecessary and that the Jinling battlefield is the main storyline. But that's not true. While the Jinling battlefield is important, there were many other influencing factors besides the main battlefield at the time. For example, my original setting for Tianma Manor was that it was rich in warhorses and located at the junction of the Northern Frontier and the Western Regions. Such a lucrative piece of land, if nothing happened, how could it be fair to Cang Shitian? Moreover, the warhorses on Longhui's side were dwindling with each battle. If Tianma Manor wasn't brought in, no matter how skilled the Longlin Army cavalry were, they would eventually have to walk.

As for why I traveled to the late Southern Song Dynasty, it was simply to create an atmosphere of national ruin and family destruction. At that time, the people of the Southern Song were utterly helpless, and I also wanted to indulge in some wishful thinking, to find Long Hui and teach the Yuan army a lesson, to vent my pent-up frustration: (Damn it, Jade Dynasty, what am I supposed to say about you? A perfectly good book like *Emperor's VI* has turned all the anti-Yuan and pro-China righteous armies into garbage, Zhu Yuanzhang is practically just a foil. The whole comic is just a chronicle of Mongolian heroes. While some characters in *Thirteen Wings* are well-developed, the one I find most disgusting is that bastard Tore! That despicable dog Tore even managed to... This tragic atmosphere, damn it, that's not all, they actually let that bastard slaughter the Seven Heroes of Wudang, you bastard... What's most ridiculous is that Chen Youliang was actually replaced by a thirteenth prince, and got into a love triangle with Chang Yuchun, while Xu Da and Jochi lost an arm and got together... Damn it, now they're making another one called "The Overlord of the Azure Sky," I don't want to talk about the content. As for why I brought up Guo Xiang, I actually took advantage of a loophole in Jin Yong's work. Guo Jing's entire family died, and only Guo Xiang survived, so I boldly used that. I can say that Guo Xiang wasn't in Xiangyang at the time, but was looking for reinforcements, which conveniently allowed her to avoid the deadly trap of Xiangyang falling.

One more thing, I also want Sister Yu to use her cheat code (Bo Xun, you've already used your destiny ability to read the script, so Sister Sword Immortal can just go back to the future and everyone can read the script together, that's fair).

In Chapter Nine, Thunderous Fury,

sitting in the teahouse, Long Hui chatted with Yu Ting'er for a while. This girl wasn't so shy, and chatted with Long Hui about everything, from Pangu creating the world to Nuwa creating humans and mending the sky, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Xuanyuan fighting Chiyou, Yao and Shun's benevolence, and Yu the Great controlling the floods, giving a general overview of all the dynasties.

Long Hui listened with great interest, temporarily forgetting the pain of being away from home, and slowly savoring these historical events in his heart: "Confucius and Mencius have become sages, so this must be the future world, but why is there no record of the Great Heng, and what about that..." "I've never heard of Pangu creating the world or Nuwa creating humans and mending the sky, but the legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl has been passed down... Could it be that there's been some gap in the historical record, leading to the loss of some historical facts?"

Seeing Long Hui's silence, Yu Ting'er thought she had displeased him, so she cautiously asked, "Brother Long, what's wrong? Did I talk too much and annoy you?"

Long Hui smiled and said, "No, Miss Yu, your voice is as beautiful as a nightingale's. It's a blessing to hear you speak, how could I be annoyed!"

Yu Ting'er blushed and lowered her eyes, saying, "Brother Long, you're making fun of me..."

Seeing her shy appearance, Long Hui quickly changed the subject, saying, "Miss Yu, I'm not very well-educated, and there are indeed some things..." "I don't understand, please enlighten me, young lady."

Yu Ting'er smiled and said, "Brother Long, you're too kind. You saved Ting'er, so I'll answer any questions you

may have." Long Hui asked, "Miss Yu, is there any historical record of Pangu creating the world?"

Yu Ting'er shook her head and said, "That's just a legend, but there are records of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors."

Long Hui said "Oh," and thinking of the Tiger-Crouching Venerable, he couldn't help but ask, "Who is the current leader of Buddhism?" Yu Ting'er asked curiously, "There are so many Buddhist sects in the world, and there is no unified leader. But they all worship the Tathagata Buddha." Tathagata

? Long Hui thought of the pseudo-Buddhists who cultivated the Tathagata's Holy Body, and cold sweat poured down his back.

Yu Ting'er noticed something was wrong and asked, "Brother Long, what's wrong?"

Long Hui forced a smile. Huan laughed and said, "It's alright. Have you ever heard of anything about Mara?"

Yu Ting'er tilted her head and thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Brother Long, Buddhist scriptures seem to mention the deeds of Mara, but I don't know much about Buddhist scriptures, so I can't answer you."

Suddenly, a series of unsteady footsteps entered the teahouse. Long Hui couldn't help but glance over. He saw a man of about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old being led to a table by the waiter. This man was tall, with bright eyes, a high nose, and neatly trimmed hair and beard. Every movement he made was measured and dignified, and his brows exuded an air of righteousness.

At first glance, Long Hui thought he was Kong Xiu reincarnated, but upon closer inspection, he realized it wasn't. However, this man possessed some of Kong Xiu's awe-inspiring righteousness, but his appearance was completely different.

"This man has an imposing presence; he's definitely not an ordinary person,"

Long Hui thought to himself.

As soon as the man sat down, the teahouse manager personally came out to greet him: "Master Wenshan, it's been a long time! How have you been?" The man sighed slightly and shook his head, saying, "In this world, what good or bad is there anymore?"

Seeing his sadness, the manager said no more, instead asking, "Master Wenshan, shall we follow the old customs?"

The scholar smiled and replied, "Indeed, thank you for your trouble, manager."

Yu Ting'er was slightly taken aback and whispered, "I didn't expect it to be Master Wenshan."

Long Hui asked, "And who is this Master Wenshan?"

Yu Ting'er replied, "Wenshan..." "This gentleman was the top scholar in the imperial examination of the fourth year of the Baoyou era. Later, due to his dissatisfaction with the corrupt officials at court, he was demoted to Ruizhou. Ruizhou had been ravaged by the Mongols; the city walls and houses were destroyed, and the people were brutally murdered. After Wenshan Gong took office, he restored order to Ruizhou, pacified the people, and revived the city."

Long Hui couldn't help but nod in praise, "What a capable and upright official!"

Yu Ting'er sighed, "It's a pity that in the fifth year of the Jingding era, he was dismissed from office for refusing to curry favor with Jia Sidao."

Another man of great ambition who was persecuted by treacherous officials, Long Hui felt admiration for Wenshan Gong and greeted him, "Is that gentleman Wenshan Gong?"

Wenshan Gong slightly... Startled, he returned the greeting, saying, "It is indeed I, Wen. May I ask how you recognize me, sir?"

Long Hui smiled and said, "The name Wen Shan is known to all under heaven. I am unworthy and have dared to offend you. I hope you will forgive me, sir."

Wen Shan said, "Sir, you flatter me, Wen Tianxiang."

So that was his name, Wen Tianxiang. Long Hui silently memorized it and said, "Would you be willing to sit with me and share a cup of tea, sir?"

Seeing that Long Hui was handsome, had an extraordinary bearing, and was so hospitable, Wen Tianxiang agreed, saying, "Sir, I cannot be impolite."

After saying this, he sat down at a table with Long Hui and Yu Ting'er.

Yu Ting'er was as beautiful as a fairy. Wen Tianxiang, however, kept his eyes straight ahead, his manners impeccable.

Long Hui introduced himself, saying, "My surname is Long, and my given name is Hui. I have long admired Lord Wenshan's loyalty and patriotism, and I have come to offer you a cup of tea instead of wine!"

Wen Tianxiang returned the toast.

Long Hui said, "Just now I noticed that Lord Wenshan looked troubled. What is troubling you?"

Wen Tianxiang smiled bitterly, "What else could it be but this precarious Song Dynasty? Xiangyang is on the verge of collapse, yet the Emperor remains indulging in pleasure and is oblivious to state affairs."

Long Hui said, "I heard that Lord Wenshan has distanced himself from officialdom and no longer sets foot in the capital. Why have you returned to this troublesome place today?"

Wen Tianxiang said, "Before the New Year, the court reappointed me as the Provincial Judicial Commissioner of Hunan. I could not refuse and had to take up the post. However, half a month ago, I was ordered to escort a batch of tribute to the capital. When I saw the list of tribute, it was full of extremely luxurious items, which chilled my heart..."

Wen Tianxiang sighed and said, "The people and soldiers of Xiangyang are still suffering, yet the Emperor is still indulging in pleasure... The Great Song Dynasty is in danger!"

After saying this, Wen Tianxiang looked uneasy in the direction of Xiangyang and muttered to himself, "I wonder what the current situation in Xiangyang is like?"

At this moment, Yu Ting'er spoke up, "Lord Wen, I have just come from Xiangyang. Perhaps I can tell you the details of Xiangyang."

Wen Tianxiang was slightly taken aback, seemingly not believing that this delicate woman could have broken through the Yuan army's encirclement.

Long Hui hurriedly explained, "This young lady is the daughter of the Xuanfeng Swordsman from Lin'an. She has been dealing with the Tartars in Xiangyang."

Wen Tianxiang's face turned solemn. He quickly stood up, straightened his clothes, and bowed respectfully to Yu Ting'er.

Yu Ting'er's face changed drastically, and she hurriedly stepped aside: "Lord Wenshan, are you trying to humiliate this humble woman?"

Wen Tianxiang said solemnly: "Hero Yu braved dangers and joined the army to save Xiangyang, but unfortunately sacrificed his life for the country. Now that I have met the orphan of this loyal martyr, how can I, Wen Tianxiang, be impolite? This bow is Wen Tianxiang's respect for Hero Yu, and it is also a tribute to the loyalty and righteousness of our Chinese nation. You must not refuse, young lady."

Yu Ting'er had no choice but to accept his three bows with a blush on her face.

After the ceremony, Wen Tianxiang asked, "What is the current situation in Xiangyang?"

Yu Ting'er sighed, "At the beginning of this year, the Yuan army captured Fancheng, and now Xiangyang is an isolated city."

Wen Tianxiang was shocked and said, "With Fancheng fallen, Xiangyang is in grave danger! Has the court sent any troops to rescue it?"

Yu Ting'er said, "Xiangyang is heavily besieged by the Yuan army, and the news has been blocked. The court has not heard anything. I broke out with Sister Guo Xiang, hoping to get reinforcements."

Wen Tianxiang said, "Guo Xiang? Is that the Second Miss Guo Jing, the Northern Hero, or Little Eastern Heretic?"

Yu Ting'er nodded.

Wen Tianxiang sighed, "The Guo family has protected Xiangyang for ten years without fail, truly worthy of being called heroes. But now the court is controlled by Jia Sidao, who is cowardly and afraid of battle, only trying to please the Tartars. Second Miss Guo may not be able to get reinforcements."

At this moment, a commotion came from outside the teahouse, breaking the quiet tranquility inside.

The three men looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man in fine clothes, accompanied by twenty or thirty idlers, carrying slingshots, crossbows, inflatable balloons, and musical instruments. He was feigning drunkenness and walked straight into the teahouse.

"Tea server, quickly brew me a pot of sobering tea!"

the fine-clothed young man shouted. The manager dared not delay and hurriedly said, "Young master, please sit for a moment, I'll brew you tea right away."

After sitting down, the fine-clothed young man shook his drunken head and looked around. Suddenly, he caught sight of Yu Ting'er, and his eyes lit up. He sobered up considerably and felt an irresistible urge, thinking to himself, "When did such a fairy appear in Lin'an City?"

Feeling a desire to get closer, he beckoned the ruffians behind him to invite Yu Ting'er.

Three or five ruffians, hearing their master speak, went over and said, "Young lady, my master would like to invite you over for a cup of tea!"

Their words were extremely rude, and Wen Tianxiang angrily retorted, "In broad daylight, under the Emperor's nose, how dare you harass a respectable woman! Do you have no respect for the law?!"

The young master recognized Wen Tianxiang and sneered, "Who do we have here? It's you, you pedantic fellow! You dare to come back after being banished from the capital? You've got some nerve!"

Wen Tianxiang immediately recognized the man and gritted his teeth, "So it's you! Like father, like son! Your father deceives the emperor and misleads the people, and you're even more of a scourge!"

The young master was none other than Jia Sidao's youngest son, Jia Baodong. He usually bullied men and women in Lin'an City, relying on Jia Sidao's favor. He was known as the "Flower Thief King," and wherever he went, people had to hide their wives and daughters to avoid being abducted and raped by him.

Seeing Yu Ting'er's celestial beauty, how could the notorious womanizer let her go? His desire was irresistible; he longed to sweep her away and take her as his wife.

Long Hui, seeing the womanizer's lewd gaze lingering on Yu Ting'er, felt an indescribable disgust. In his eyes, Yu Ting'er was practically Wei Xuexin, and he wouldn't allow anyone to defile her. His anger surged.

Just then, the womanizer stood up, walked over, and grinned at Yu Ting'er, saying, "Miss, please don't pay attention to this pedantic fellow. Let me chase away these flies for you, and then we can have a proper get-together."

He reached out to grab Yu Ting'er, but Long Hui raised an eyebrow, flicked his sleeve, and swept him away.

Even a top-tier martial arts master couldn't withstand such a blow from Long Hui, let alone this debauched playboy. He immediately fainted, barely breathing.

The ruffians, terrified, hurriedly helped their master up, shouting, "How dare you! You actually injured Grand Tutor Jia's son! Do you have a death wish?!"

Long Hui, too lazy to waste words with them, gathered another third of his true energy and swept them all out of the teahouse.

Wen Tianxiang stared in disbelief, exclaiming, "Brother Long, you... is this... magic?"

Yu Ting'er explained, "This is martial arts. Brother Long's martial arts are truly superb."

Wen Tianxiang praised, "Such martial arts exist in the world! I, Wen Tianxiang, have witnessed it firsthand. It seems Heaven truly blesses our Great Song Dynasty; in this time of crisis, a remarkable person like Brother Long has emerged!"

Long Hui was speechless. He didn't intend to interfere in this matter; he had only intervened to teach that纨绔子弟 (a spoiled, dissolute young man) a lesson for his rudeness towards Yu Ting'er.

Wen Tianxiang said, "Yesterday, a Tartar delegation arrived, claiming to want to discuss state affairs with the Song Dynasty."

Long Hui sneered, "Xiangyang is now completely surrounded by them. This so-called delegation is either here to coerce us or to lull the court into complacency; their intentions are not good."

Wen Tianxiang sighed, "If everyone in the court were as clear-headed as Mr. Long, how could our Song Dynasty have reached this predicament? Now the entire court is bowing and scraping to the Yuan people, only hoping to preserve this corner of the land, disregarding the lives of the soldiers on the front lines. But the Yuan people are inherently greedy and cruel; how could they possibly give up so easily?"

Long Hui sighed, "I must say something outrageous: the Song Dynasty was destined to be weak from the very beginning."

Wen Tianxiang wasn't angry, only slightly taken aback, and asked curiously, "Why do you think so, brother?" Long Hui replied, "

Emperor Taizu relieved the military of his power over a cup of wine, emphasizing civil affairs over military matters. As time went on, the martial spirit of China gradually weakened, and the soldiers' fighting strength became weak. In times of peace

and prosperity, it was fine, but when faced with foreign aggression and internal strife, they were powerless to suppress it." Wen Tianxiang sighed, "What you said may be one reason, but now, at this critical juncture, we can't care about right or wrong. As long as I, Wen Tianxiang, have a breath left, I will never let the Tartars humiliate my land and destroy China!"

As he spoke the last few sentences, his eyes flashed with a fierce spirit of "rather die than live in dishonor," making his frail body appear strong and proud.

After parting with Wen Tianxiang, Long Hui and Yu Ting'er walked towards the Yu residence, where they bumped into Guo Xiang, who was full of anger.

Yu Ting'er asked, "Sister Guo, what happened? Has the court sent reinforcements?"

Guo Xiang angrily replied, "These cowardly officials, in order to curry favor with the Tartar delegation, have disregarded the lives of the soldiers and civilians of Xiangyang. I've visited several officials, but they all made excuses and refused to present Lord Lü's blood-written plea for help to the Emperor. Especially that treacherous minister Jia Sidao; he actually said the court is negotiating peace with the Yuan and forbade me to mention Xiangyang, lest I anger the Yuan."

Upon hearing this, Yu Ting'er also changed her gentle demeanor, gritting her teeth and cursing the treacherous minister as deserving of death.

Guo Xiang continued, "Those Tartar delegations are deliberately humiliating us; they actually want to set up a martial arts arena in Lin'an to challenge the Song Dynasty's martial arts community!"

Yu Ting'er exclaimed in surprise, "What...the court agreed too?"

Guo Xiang said, "Those damned Tartars made it sound so nice, talking about a martial arts exchange between the Song and Yuan dynasties. The court is now focused on making peace with the Tartars, so why would they refuse their demands?"

Long Hui said, "The Tartars want to use the martial arts competition to crush the Song people's fighting spirit and reduce obstacles for their future southward campaign!"

Guo Xiang suddenly realized, "So that's how it is. I was so angry that I didn't think of that."

Yu Ting'er said, "But now more than 80% of the martial arts masters are gathered in Xiangyang. Who will be able to face this arena?" Guo Xiang said

proudly, "Those damned Tartars think that my Great Song has no one. I will make them suffer in Lin'an!"

Just then, Long Hui's mind suddenly jolted, and a familiar feeling surged into his heart. He couldn't help but blurt out, "Yan Ting Sword?"

It was indeed the sword intent of the Yan Ting Sword. Long Hui hurriedly gathered his mind to sense the location of the divine sword, but the sword intent only flashed by and returned to nothingness.

"The Thunder Sword... No, this feeling is unmistakable!"

Long Hui trembled with excitement. The Thunder Sword must be in Lin'an. He didn't care about causing a stir and immediately took to the air to pursue the sword.

The two women were shocked and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Long Hui suddenly acted strangely, leaving the two women behind. Although Guo Xiang felt puzzled, the competition was imminent. The next day, she sent out invitations to various sects. After receiving her invitation, heroes from all walks of life rushed to Lin'an to help. However, due to the short time, less than a hundred people came. Guo Xiang was quite helpless and could only send Beggar Clan disciples to greet everyone first.

Tomorrow was the day of the competition. Guo Xiang sat on the rooftop with a heavy heart, looking up at the bright moon. Her heart was filled with mixed feelings. She was worried about Xiangyang, pondered the battle of tomorrow, and her thoughts drifted to Zhongnan Mountain.

"Sister Guo."

A clear voice sounded from behind. Yu Ting'er also climbed onto the roof and sat down next to Guo Xiang.

The girl opened her bright, dark eyes and looked at Guo Xiang, asking, "Sister Guo, why aren't you asleep yet? We still have to teach those Tartars a lesson tomorrow!"

Guo Xiang smiled, reached out and hugged her, and said softly, "Ting'er, I can't sleep. Since you're here, why don't you talk to me?"

Yu Ting'er hummed in agreement.

Guo Xiang casually asked, "Ting'er, what do you think of Young Hero Long?"

Yu Ting'er replied, "I think Brother Long is a bit strange. He speaks eloquently, yet he seems ignorant of worldly affairs. His martial arts are superb, but I don't know where they come from."

Guo Xiang chuckled, "Oh dear, I never expected Ting'er to have such a discerning eye, seeing things that even I can't see. Eloquent speech, superb martial arts... isn't that what you secretly told me back then?"

Yu Ting'er blushed and whispered, "Sister Guo, what did I say back then?"

Guo Xiang smiled, "My father wanted to arrange a marriage for you, but you said your future husband must be a young hero with eloquent speech and superb martial arts. Tsk tsk, this Young Hero Long perfectly fits your requirements."

Yu Ting'er's cheeks flushed crimson, her beauty captivating.

"Sister, I heard the experts sent by the Tartars are quite formidable. What exactly are their identities?"

Yu Ting'er, overcome with embarrassment, quickly changed the subject.

Guo Xiang said, "There are six of them: Nine Lotus Venerable, the third disciple of Phagpa; Lama Banana; Flying Eagle; Golden Wolf, Black Death, and Snow Hound of the Thirteen Wings of Mongolia."

Yu Ting'er's expression changed slightly. "These are all famous masters of the Yuan Dynasty. Who on our side can go up and fight?"

Guo Xiang said, "Time is short. There are only about a hundred martial artists who can make it, and they are all from small local gangs. They are no match for these Tartars. Going up would be a pointless death."

Yu Ting'er sighed, "If Hero Guo and the others could take action, would we be afraid of these Tartars?"

Guo Xiang said, "There's no other way. Tomorrow, I'll have to go up to the arena alone!

" Ting'er was shocked and hurriedly advised, "Sister Guo, you mustn't! The Tartars are numerous and powerful; you might suffer alone."

Guo Xiang gracefully rose and said proudly, "Ting'er, don't worry. My father is the Northern Hero, my mother is the former leader of the Beggars' Sect, my maternal grandfather is the Eastern Heretic, and the Western Madman is my elder brother. What are these mere Tartar experts worth!"

Yu Ting'er was still worried, a strange feeling rising in her heart: "If Brother Long were here, why would we be afraid of these Tartars... But why was Brother Long like this that day? He looked so nervous; could it be because of Xue Xin?"

Thinking of this, a strange bitterness welled up in her heart, her eyes stung, and she almost burst into tears.

The sun rose, and the first rays of sunlight shone on the earth, bathing Lin'an in a soft golden light. A huge arena was set up in the North City training ground, and martial arts practitioners from all over the Central Plains had already gathered around it. A

magnificent pavilion stood to one side of the arena, inside which sat several people—the six top martial artists who had accompanied the Mongol delegation.

Although they had not yet appeared, their restrained aura already overwhelmed the martial artists present.

At this moment, a eunuch shrieked, "All martial arts under heaven share the same origin and lineage! Today, the Yuan envoy has specially invited the martial artists of our Great Song Dynasty to spar together and verify the Way of martial arts!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man stepped out from the pavilion. He was clad in snow-white leather armor, burly and tall, with a face full of fierce features. This burly man proclaimed, "The Thirteen Wings of Mongolia, Snow Hound, is here! Who will step onto the stage!"

Before his words had even finished, a graceful figure soared through the air, her lotus feet lightly touching the ground, and in a few leaps, she landed on the arena. Her landing was silent, displaying her superb lightness skill. She held a sword, her skin was fair and radiant, her eyes almond-shaped and cheeks peach-like—it was Guo Xiang.

The crowd below cheered and applauded.

Snow Mastiff scoffed, "What, has your Great Song Dynasty lost all its talent, sending a woman to compete on stage!"

Guo Xiang retorted, "It's not that our Great Song Dynasty lacks talent, but rather that you lot can be dealt with by a simple woman like me. There's no need to trouble other martial arts masters!"

Her sharp tongue and wit shut Snow Mastiff down completely, and she even insulted the Mongol masters.

The crowd below burst into laughter, mocking these Tartars for being so ungrateful as to dare to argue with Miss Guo. Little did they know that this Little Eastern Heretic was extremely cunning and difficult to deal with; if she wanted to trick you, even a highly accomplished monk would be driven to the brink of vomiting blood.

The snow mastiff snorted, "I heard in Mongolia that the Northern Hero Guo Jing was very powerful, but I never had the chance to fight him. Since you are his daughter, then I won't be polite and will test the Northern Hero's abilities!"

Guo Xiang sneered, "My father cultivates the Dragon Subduing Palm, specializing in subduing dragons and tigers. What right do you, a dog, have to fight my father!"

The snow mastiff was furious and raised its hand to strike.

Guo Xiang, anticipating the punch, twirled her unsheathed sword and swiftly struck several pressure points on his arm.

The snow mastiff's body went limp, and it hurriedly retreated, asking, "What kind of martial art is this?"

Guo Xiang smiled and said, "To beat a dog, you must use the Dog-Beating Staff Technique!"

The snow mastiff had heard of the Dog-Beating Staff Technique's reputation and dared not be negligent. It unleashed its ultimate martial art, the "Fierce Mastiff Fist," its punches flying wildly, like a mad dog, wide and sweeping, as it attacked Guo Xiang.

The Dog-Beating Stick Technique is only passed down to the leader of the Beggars' Clan. However, Guo Xiang's mother and brother-in-law were two successive leaders of the Beggars' Clan. Although she had never truly learned this technique, she had absorbed about 30-50% of it through observation and practice. Coupled with her intelligence and quick wit, she was able to use this martial art.

Facing the fierce attack of the snow mastiff, Guo Xiang used the move "Strike the Two Dogs with the Stick." Her sword sheath swept across the snow mastiff's legs with swift force, sending it flying. Guo Xiang then countered with a move of "Strike the Dog's Head with the Stick," making the snow mastiff see stars and nearly faint.

Despite the excruciating pain, the Snow Mastiff raised its fist to retaliate. Guo Xiang's movements were unpredictable and elusive; it couldn't land a hit. Guo Xiang, however, deftly slipped behind it and delivered another blow, this time a reverse stab to the dog's rump. The Snow Mastiff was struck again, rolling on the ground in pain.

The crowd below roared with laughter, shouting, "Miss Guo, what skill! You've made this Tartar crawl like a dog!"

Enraged, the Snow Mastiff barked and, with all its might, reached for Guo Xiang's sword.

Guo Xiang didn't back down, letting it take the sword.

The Snow Mastiff angrily retorted, "Without this piece of junk, let's see how arrogant you are now!"

Guo Xiang chuckled and said, "Are you sure you can hold on tight?"

The Snow Mastiff was confused, but then saw Guo Xiang approach like a ghost, extending her right index and middle fingers to strike the enemy's eyes. At the same time, her left foot flipped up, pressing down on the staff, instantly snatching it back—a classic case of a mastiff snatching a staff from its jaws.

After retrieving the sword, Guo Xiang chuckled, "White-haired dog, this young lady will give you another 'Shoulder Press Dog Back' move. Kneel down obediently!"

The scabbard swiftly extended, resting on the snow mastiff's shoulder, and gently pressed down. The snow mastiff's knees buckled, and it collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Guo Xiang laughed, "Good dog."

The snow mastiff was furious and tried to struggle, but Guo Xiang's move, subtly employing a technique of using minimal force to deflect a great force, prevented it from escaping no matter how hard it tried, and it remained pinned to the ground.

At this moment, several Beggar Clan disciples carried in a wooden bucket, which reeked of excrement and urine. Guo Xiang smiled at the disciples, "You've finally arrived! My dog is starving."

With a flick of her scabbard, she knocked the snow mastiff off the platform, where it landed squarely in the bucket, getting covered in excrement and urine.

Defeated on the stage and humiliated to this extent, the Snow Mastiff, consumed by rage, spat out a mouthful of blood into its own excrement, its eyes rolled back, and it died on the spot.

Since the other party intended to humiliate the Han martial arts world, Guo Xiang would not be polite to him. She used every evil and underhanded trick imaginable, determined to make these Tartars never return.

"You wretched woman, I will make sure you die a horrible death!"

Seeing his companion humiliated and killed, the Nine Lotus Master leaped out, swinging his weapon at Guo Xiang.

He wielded a thick, long golden pestle, its power immense. Guo Xiang dared not meet it head-on, instead using the Snake-like Leaping Technique, a movement technique passed down from the Nine Yin Manual, exceptionally agile, like a slithering snake or a cat.

The Nine Lotus Master used all his strength but could not even touch the hem of Guo Xiang's clothes, and he became extremely anxious, his forehead covered in sweat.

Guo Xiang had already decided to fight six opponents alone, so she didn't want to get entangled with the Nine Lotus Master. She drew her Heaven-Slaying Sword, slashed it across the air, and sliced through the Golden Pestle.

Then, she unleashed the Falling Flower Divine Sword, intending to kill the Nine Lotus Master with a single blow. The Heaven-Slaying Sword was invincible, and the Nine Lotus Master was about to perish when, at that moment, a streak of crimson light flashed across the sky. A black sword, gleaming with crimson light, blocked the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

Guo Xiang was greatly surprised, for her Heaven-Slaying Sword was forged by Xuan Tian, incomparably sharp, capable of cutting through iron like mud; theoretically, it was rarely matched, yet it had been blocked by this unassuming black sword.

The swordsman was a Mongolian man wearing a wolf-skin helmet. He said, "Miss Guo, the Nine Lotus Master has been defeated. Let Golden Wolf challenge you to a lesson in this high-level technique."

Guo Xiang knew this man was no ordinary person, so she composed herself and faced him with respect.

The crowd below the stage angrily denounced the Tartars for their despicable and shameless tactics, using a tag-team approach against Guo Xiang.

Jin Lang sneered, "Since that's the case, then send someone else up. I, Jin Lang, will never take advantage of you!"

Guo Xiang replied, "No need. I alone am enough to deal with you all!"

Jin Lang laughed heartily, "Miss Guo, what spirit you have! Be careful!"

He swung his sword left and right, his swordplay unpredictable, his internal energy profound—truly a rare master.

Guo Xiang abandoned her contempt and cautiously countered with her Falling Flower Divine Sword. But with each clash, Guo Xiang felt a tremendous force emanating from the sword, making her arms numb and almost causing her to drop the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

"The Tartars' internal energy is incredibly powerful!"

Guo Xiang was secretly startled. She immediately circulated the Nine Yang Divine Skill mantra, channeling abundant Yang energy throughout her body to calm her blood and enhance her swordsmanship.

The Thirteen Wings of Mongolia were elite guards established by the Yuan Dynasty. There were thirteen of them, each symbolized and codenamed after one of the thirteen heroes of Mongolia. This Golden Wolf was the leader of the Thirteen Wings, his back symbolizing Temujin (Genghis Khan). His martial art was called the Eternal Heaven Divine Art, a divine art said to have been passed down by the steppe god Eternal Heaven. It had three levels. The first level was the Six Harmonies Divine Power: the power of Heaven, Earth, Wind, Fire, Water, and Thunder. Those who mastered it could freely draw upon the power of nature, their inner energy inexhaustible. The second level was the fusion of these six divine powers into one, generating true power through blood, called Blood Divine Power. Those who mastered this level could be self-sufficient without external assistance. The third level was called Yellow Peril; when he attacked, his entire body was filled with golden light, his power fierce, domineering, and indestructible.

Golden Wolf had already reached this highest level, making him arguably the greatest warrior in Mongolia. Now, wielding his sword, he was even more formidable.

Golden Wolf brandished his sword towards the sky, drawing upon the power of heaven, then planted his feet firmly on the ground, drawing upon the power of earth. Both divine powers flowed into the Ink Crimson Sword, its cold light gleaming as it countered the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword.

Guo Xiang's pretty face flushed crimson, her chest tightening, almost spitting blood. However, her martial arts were a fusion of many styles; even if her internal strength was inferior, she had a clever way to neutralize the force. Little East Evil moved with unorthodox steps, holding the Heaven-Slaying Sword horizontally in front of her. As Golden Wolf's sword struck, she twisted and entangled it, using the momentum to deflect the enemy's weapon aside. This move was the "Vicious Dog Blocking the Way" technique from the Dog-Beating Staff Method; she had incorporated the staff technique into her swordsmanship, skillfully neutralizing the two divine powers.

The sword's momentum lost its balance, and Golden Wolf immediately remedied the situation. He clenched his left fist and unleashed a whirlwind of wind power. Guo Xiang felt as if a whirlwind had swept around the Tartar's fist, stinging her face.

Knowing this move would be difficult to counter, she hurriedly used the Nine Yin White Bone Claw to deal with it. Her fair hand spread its five fingers to meet her opponent's fist, unleashing tremendous force that forcefully shattered the invisible wind power—Wind God Power—Break! Jin Lang roared, "Take my Thunderous Power again!"

He spun his sword back, a flash of white light appearing on its blade. Guo Xiang drew her Heaven-Slaying Sword to meet the attack. The two swords clashed, and Guo Xiang immediately felt a sharp, numb pain in her arm, her hair standing on end. The Heaven-Slaying Sword slipped from her grasp.

Jin Lang was overjoyed and swept the Heaven-Slaying Sword aside. He lunged forward, unleashing three consecutive sword strikes aimed at Guo Xiang's vital points. The situation was extremely dangerous; the hearts of everyone below the stage were in their throats, especially Yu Ting'er, who was terrified, her face pale, her mouth agape, tears welling in her eyes.

Just an inch from her throat, Guo Xiang rolled on the ground, using her serpentine agility to narrowly avoid the fatal blow. She then casually picked up two pebbles, channeled her energy into her knuckles, and flicked them out—the Eastern Heretic's signature move—the Finger Flicking Skill.

Jin Lang raised his sword to block, and with a snap, the pebbles struck the sword, instantly shattering into dozens of pieces that scattered in all directions. Two pebbles landed on his face, but though the small pieces wouldn't injure him, the impact made his arm numb.

Taking advantage of his sword-wielding hand being numb, Guo Xiang flicked her finger, and with a soft hiss, a thin stream of energy shot out, instantly dispersing the thunderous force.

"Excellent! Miss Guo, what skill! Kill these barbarians!"

The crowd below cheered.

Guo Xiang immediately picked up the Heaven-Slaying Sword, while Jin Lang unleashed his Water God Power again, his inner strength flowing and powerful, soft yet firm. Guo Xiang raised her eyebrows, skillfully countering his attack with a set of Falling Petals Divine Sword techniques,

a display of unparalleled brilliance, a feat akin to cutting through water. With his Water God Power broken, Jin Lang then channeled his Fire God Power, his crimson sword radiating a scorching heat. The two swords clashed several times, and

even the Heaven-Slaying Sword was now scorching hot. Guo Xiang steeled her resolve, her swordsmanship suddenly shifting. She gracefully advanced, her movements ethereal and otherworldly, her sword flashing towards Jin Lang's lower body with a series of strikes—a move from the Jade Maiden Swordplay called "Little Garden Chrysanthemum."

Jin Lang was startled; if she struck him, he would surely lose his feet. He hastily withdrew his attack and retreated.

The Six Harmonies Divine Power failed to achieve its goal. The Golden Wolf suddenly gathered his energy, his inner strength surging dramatically, his entire body radiating a crimson blood-red aura—the Blood God Power derived from the unification of the Six Harmonies! Guo Xiang thought to herself, "That damned Tartar has such power! It seems this battle won't end well."

After increasing his power, the Golden Wolf's swordplay became increasingly powerful and aggressive, overwhelming Guo Xiang with each strike, each seemingly imbued with the power of wind and thunder, making a direct confrontation impossible. Therefore, she used her Mudfish Technique, her body becoming as smooth as a mudfish, making it difficult for the Blood God Power to strike her.

However, the Blood God Power enveloped all around, and although Guo Xiang remained unharmed, she was forced towards the edge of the arena, on the verge of falling off.

The onlookers grew anxious and worried. Yu Ting'er's heart was in her throat, filled with anger and frustration. She resented her poor martial arts skills, unable to help her sister Guo... Just as she was feeling anxious and helpless, a sudden realization dawned on her. A strange feeling surged into her mind, and her beautiful eyes sharpened as she discovered a weakness in the Blood God's power. She blurted out, "Sister Guo, three inches below the left knee!"

Guo Xiang, who was being forced into a corner by her opponent, suddenly heard this familiar voice and, without hesitation, thrust her sword.

The Golden Wolf was startled; this was precisely his weakest point, and a hit would surely cause serious injury.

Yu Ting'er didn't know why, but she could sense the Golden Wolf's weakness with just a glance. So she kept giving hints, but she only pointed out the location, not the specific meaning. Guo Xiang, having spent many years with her, already had a tacit understanding. Wherever Yu Ting'er pointed, she would strike, forcing the Golden Wolf to retreat step by step.

Finally, Guo Xiang spotted an opening, let out a sharp cry, and unleashed her Nine Yang True Qi, pushing her

internal energy to its peak. Her beautiful hair moved without wind, and then she unleashed all the skills she had learned in her life, a fusion of various ultimate techniques. Her Finger Flicking Skill was exquisite and light, first flicking away the outer layer of Blood God Power's energy, and then using One Yang Finger to forcefully pierce through the Golden Wolf's protective aura. With a sweep of the Orchid Flicking Acupoint Hand, the Golden Wolf's chest stiffened, slowing his movements by a third. Guo Xiang pressed her advantage, followed by an Empty Fist and a Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm, which made the Golden Wolf cough up blood. Immediately following were the martial arts techniques of the Nine Yin Manual: Nine Yin White Bone Claw, Heart-Shattering Palm, and Great Subduing Demon Fist, which came one after another, turning the Golden Wolf into a human punching bag, sending him flying backward.

Having used multiple martial arts techniques, Guo Xiang's Nine Yang True Qi was almost completely depleted. Wisps of white steam rose from her head, her face flushed, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. However, defeating this formidable opponent was worthwhile, and Guo Xiang was confident she could subdue the remaining opponents with her own skills.

Just then, Golden Wolf stood up again, his body radiating golden light, his pupils dazzlingly bright. He appeared calm and unharmed, much to Guo Xiang's astonishment.

It turned out that the instant Guo Xiang dispersed his Blood God Power, Golden Wolf immediately increased his power, using the Yellow Peril technique to protect himself and quickly suppress his injuries. However, he was furious, for this Yellow Peril technique was meant to rival the Five Greats of the Central Plains, and now a mere woman had forced him to use his trump card.

"You brat, die!"

Jinlang roared, drawing his sword to strike. Guo Xiang, already weakened, was no match for the Yellow Peril's power. The moment they clashed, her tiger's mouth was ripped open, and when she parried, the Heaven-Slaying Sword slipped from her grasp, her lips stained with blood.

Jinlang held back, swinging his sword horizontally towards the Little Eastern Heretic's jade-like neck, intending to kill her.

"Sister Guo!"

Yu Ting'er cried out in anguish, tears welling in her eyes.

The Ink Crimson Sword was only half an inch from Guo Xiang's neck, but only that much, because Jinlang found his sword completely immobile, frozen in place, and his body was the same, as if someone had struck his pressure points.

Everyone felt the surrounding air pressure plummet, and suddenly, dragon roars echoed in the sky. Instantly, the sea of clouds churned, and a dragon-shaped figure swept across, accompanied by thunderous fury, blocking Guo Xiang's path. Jinlang felt a burning sensation in his tiger's mouth, and his precious sword was gone.

"Speak, where did you get this Yanting Sword!"

Before he could recover, a pair of sharp eyes met his gaze. The domineering and imposing aura made Jin Lang gasp for breath, his knees buckling and nearly collapsing to the ground.

Yu Ting'er, seeing him clearly, couldn't help but smile through her tears, silently thinking, "I knew he wouldn't stand idly by, he'll definitely come back..."

Her eyes were fixed on the person on the stage, momentarily mesmerized.

Long Hui had been searching for the Yanting Sword for a long time without success. Just as he was fretting, he suddenly sensed its aura and rushed over. But seeing the Yanting Sword in the hands of a Tartar, his anger surged. If it weren't for wanting to know Yu Xiuting's whereabouts, he would have already sent him to his death with a single blow.

Facing an unknown enemy, Jinlang gritted his teeth and sneered, "The Han people have no skills whatsoever, they just excel at bullying the weak with numbers!"

Long Hui, annoyed, raised his hand and slapped Jinlang across the face, knocking out several teeth. He coldly said, "I ask you—where did this sword come from!"

Jinlang covered his mouth, glaring angrily at Long Hui, and said, "You…you have such audacity…"

Before he could finish speaking, he received another slap.

"Where did the sword come from!"

Long Hui's question remained cold, sending a chill down everyone's spine.

Jinlang's heart trembled, and he obediently replied, "This…this sword was bestowed upon me by His Majesty when I won the title of the Mongol's First Warrior!"

His Majesty? The Tartars' Emperor—wasn't that Kublai Khan…? With the sword, he was still alive. Valley Master Yu would never abandon her sword. Could it be that she had already… A chill ran through Long Hui, his mind in turmoil: "No, how could Valley Master Yu's martial arts be in danger... Could something have happened to her when she entered this Qiankun Domain, causing her to lose all her power..."

Thinking this, a terrifying thought suddenly flashed through Long Hui's mind: what if she had lost her power, or what if the heavily injured Yu Xiuting had fallen into the hands of the Mongol army...? "Those Tartars slaughter every city they encounter, committing rape, plunder, and all sorts of atrocities. If Valley Master Yu falls into their hands..."

Long Hui dared not think any further. His nose stung, and a surge of grief, anger, and hatred welled up in his chest.

Jin Lang sensed Long Hui's murderous intent and struck first, unleashing his Yellow Peril internal energy with a palm strike.

Long Hui glared, grabbed Jin Lang's wrist, and uttered only two words: "Die!"

He then clenched his fist, crushing Jin Lang's wrist with immense force. Immediately following, his True Fire Essence blazed fiercely, and Jin Lang spontaneously combusted, turning to ashes with screams of agony.

The thunderous rage and the raging inferno shocked everyone present. The Mongol delegation was thrown into turmoil. Lama Banna roared, "You barbarians! How dare you use sorcery to slaughter my Mongol warriors! When our army besieges the city, we will slaughter you all!" Hei Si,

also a member of the Thirteen Wings, added, "Kill you all, you Han dogs! Turn your wives and daughters into slaves and prostitutes!"

This last sentence seemed to rub salt into Long Hui's wounds, igniting boundless killing intent.

"Hmph, the Mongol army?"

Long Hui glared angrily, gritting his teeth, "I will slaughter you all, you barbarian dogs, as a blood sacrifice to comfort her spirit in heaven!"

Before he finished speaking, he moved swiftly, stepping into the tent. With a single slash of his sword, he severed Lama Banna from head to toe, splattering blood, entrails, and brains all over the ground. Everyone present, Han and Mongol alike, was stunned, and many vomited.

Long Hui's cold blade slashed again, instantly decapitating Flying Eagle. Of the six masters, only Black Death remained.

In his moment of desperation, Black Death made a desperate gamble, taking a deep breath, his body swelling like a ball, resembling a frog, but his small eyes made him look like a mouse.

Whoosh! Black Death opened his mouth wide, spewing out a cloud of black mist—the Black Fiend Death Qi, a rare poison from beyond the Great Wall condensed by the Thirteen Wings! The poisonous mist spread, keeping living beings away, but in Long Hui's eyes, it was utterly insignificant. Compared to the serpent clan's poison techniques, this minor poison was like a drop

in the ocean. Long Hui raised his hand, and the Black Fiend Death Qi condensed, then slowly split into countless smaller streams of black mist, swirling around him.

"You Tartar bastard, I've remembered everything you just said."

Long Hui revealed a cold and cruel smile, "I will grant you a most unique death!"

Black Death was terrified, scrambling to escape while frantically pleading for help in Mongolian. Long Hui didn't chase after him, letting him cry out.

Hearing his cries, the Mongol soldiers escorting the delegation immediately returned to the training ground, completely surrounding it. Their numbers appeared to be at least five hundred.

Guo Xiang raised her eyebrows and angrily rebuked, "To allow so many Tartar soldiers into the city, this court is truly beyond redemption!"

Other martial arts figures also cursed angrily.

Hei Si fled into the army, feeling somewhat relieved. He shouted, "Quick, kill them all!"

Guo Xiang retorted, "This is the capital of the Song Dynasty! How dare you Tartars act so recklessly!"

Hei Si sneered, "What Song Dynasty capital? Last night, our army captured Xiangyang. That Lü Huanwen led the surrender. Before long, Lin'an will also fall!"

Hearing this, Guo Xiang's face paled, her body stiffened, and tears streamed down her face like broken pearls.

Long Hui smiled sinisterly, casually picking up a wisp of Hei Si's poisonous gas. With a flick of his wrist, the black thread of poisonous gas instantly transformed into a poisonous sword, piercing through a Yuan soldier in a flash.

This poisonous sword, besides containing poison, also gathered Long Hui's true energy, doubling its power. Upon entering the body, it devoured blood and melted bones, instantly turning the victim into a lump of mud, dying a gruesome death.

Long Hui continued to flick his fingers, unleashing wave after wave of sword energy. These Mongol elite soldiers, who had roamed the world, were like ants and mud before the true dragon's wrath. None of the five hundred Yuan soldiers survived; they were all reduced to blood and gore.

Watching his men perish in the blink of an eye, Hei Si's eyes rolled back, and he lost control of his bladder.

Long Hui coldly said, "Here you go!"

Before the words were even finished, he flicked his sleeve, and the remaining poison gas rushed towards Hei Si, pouring into his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, slowly eroding his internal organs and bones.

First, it dissolved his leg bones, and Hei Si collapsed to the ground with a thud. Then the poison gas slowly crushed his arm bones, and finally his kidneys, liver, spleen, and other internal organs. But within the poison gas was a wisp of Long Hui's true essence, which protected Hei Si's heart and brain, preserving his life force and keeping him conscious, allowing him to endure the excruciating pain of broken bones and decaying organs.

Long Hui casually annihilated the five hundred Yuan soldiers. None of the heroes of the Central Plains cheered; they all clutched their stomachs and vomited.

Yu Ting'er vomited until her face turned deathly pale, covered in cold sweat. At this moment, Long Hui walked to her side, patted her back, and Yu Ting'er's breathing immediately became smooth, the nausea disappeared, and her complexion regained its rosy hue.

Long Hui asked softly, "Miss Yu, could you please tell me which direction Dadu is?"

Yu Ting'er pointed north and said, "Just go after crossing the Yellow River."

Long Hui smiled, "Thank you!"

He then turned and left.

Yu Ting'er's throat tightened, her heart pounded, and she cried out, "Brother Long, what are you going to Dadu for?"

Long Hui slowly turned around and calmly uttered two words—to kill!

Next chapter: The True Dragon's Fury Burns Dadu, Changsheng Flees in Terror, Thunderclap Buddhas Appear in Their Dharma Forms, Tathagata and Ksitigarbha Resolve the Conflict. There might not be any updates tomorrow or the day after; the next chapter will probably be about their wedding night.

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