Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 388 Song Yan's Dao (4,000 words)
Willow branches on the moon.

The sounds from the top floor of the inn gradually subsided. Hua Lianyue's face still had a lingering blush, making her already charming features even more lovely.

Her beautiful body, like a lazy cat, curled up against Song Yan's chest.

Her cherry lips parted slightly, and her breath was as fragrant as orchids.

Despite the chilly weather, she was still covered in a fragrant sweat, especially her dark hair, which was soaked through and clung to her face, adding a touch of messiness and allure. It must be said, Hua Lian Yue looked incredibly tempting in this state; if she didn't have things to do that evening, she would have definitely gone for a couple more rounds.

Golden kidneys, I can handle it.

Within the body, the internal energy surges like a river.

To be honest, the "Hundred Flowers Precious Mirror" and the "Extreme Yin Classic of the Plain Woman" are a match made in heaven.

Song Yan didn't know exactly how much Hua Lianyue had benefited from in terms of cultivation, but at least the cold poison brought by the Extreme Yin Su Nu Scripture had been resolved, and for the next few months, he wouldn't have to worry about the torment of the cold poison anymore.

Meanwhile, Song Yan felt a significant increase in his internal energy with each intimate encounter with Hua Lian Yue. The barrier between the fifth and sixth ranks, under the impact of this powerful internal energy, was like a sturdy dam encountering a raging torrent, instantly destroyed. Song Yan also noticed that his hearing seemed to have become more acute; even with the door tightly closed on the top floor, he could still hear the innkeeper fiddling with counting rods and sighing in the lobby downstairs.

They probably felt they hadn't earned enough today.

Perhaps this is the magic of martial arts.

The body's bones, flesh, tendons, internal organs, and even eyesight, hearing, and perception will be enhanced through tempering. Although there's nothing fantastical or about cultivation here, martial artists and ordinary people are clearly living in two different worlds.

"You've broken through to the sixth rank?" Hua Lianyue, who was lying on Song Yan's chest, could clearly feel the changes in Song Yan. She lazily raised her head, and a hint of seductive charm remained between her brows.

With a gentle smile in her eyes, she was naturally extremely happy about her husband's improved strength.

She knew very well that a large part of her attraction to Song Yan was due to the special aura emanating from the "Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror," an aura that held an irresistible allure for all the Hehuan Sect disciples who had cultivated the "Extreme Yin Plain Girl Scripture."

In ancient times, the Hehuan Sect was less a sect and more a vast harem for its leader.

It's said that emperors had three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines, but compared to the leader of the Hehuan Sect, that's a world of difference. At its peak, the Hehuan Sect had thousands of disciples, the vast majority of whom were women. Almost all the women served as the sect leader's sexual partners. Otherwise, the only Grandmaster in centuries wouldn't have descended upon the Hehuan Sect. This is because the *Hundred Flowers Mirror* isn't simply about sexual cultivation; it benefits both men and women, thus making it seem less sinister.

However, Hua Lian Yue also understood that her willingness to submit to Song Yan wasn't solely due to the Hundred Flowers Mirror. Perhaps it was because, although her husband was a bit young, he suited her taste perfectly. If she didn't truly love him, she would most likely have imprisoned Song Yan, using him only when her cold poison flared up, and that would have been it.

Song Yan was unaware of Hua Lianyue's thoughts, and nodded upon hearing this: "Yes, you've finally broken through."

The hurdle between the fifth and sixth ranks had truly held him back for a long time.

Hua Lianyue chuckled upon hearing this: "You've been cultivating for less than a year at most, and to have reached your current level is already extremely impressive. The first five ranks of martial arts cultivation are not too difficult. Starting from the sixth rank, the difficulty suddenly increases, and it gets harder and harder as you go further."

"Throughout history, there have been countless people with exceptional talent. Every year, a ninth-rank martial artist is born. The most talented one I know reached the ninth rank in his teens, but then wasted decades without breaking through to the Grandmaster level."

"Therefore, in the path of cultivation, simply engaging in arduous training is of little use to martial artists at a high level. Sometimes, it is better to go out and travel, to feel the mountains and rivers, the sun, moon and stars, and to clear one's mind of distractions. Perhaps a single moment of enlightenment can be equivalent to ten years of cultivation."

"Your rapid progress in understanding may be related to your state of mind."

"When the mind is clear, spiritual practice will naturally follow."

"However, starting from the sixth rank, you will also need to start thinking about your own path... The word 'path' is somewhat mysterious. Perhaps you can simply understand it as your path... why you cultivate and why you practice martial arts."

Hua Lianyue's voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of allure. Song Yan listened intently, not missing a single word.

This is a martial arts lecture personally given by a grandmaster-level expert; it's not something you can hear casually.

"Some people practice martial arts simply to improve their health."

"Some people practice martial arts for freedom and to be unrestrained by others."

"Some people practice martial arts for revenge."

"Some people practice martial arts in order to uphold justice and fight for the country."

This is the road.

It is also the way of the martial artist.

"Only by confirming the path you have chosen and having enough perseverance to stick to it can you reach the pinnacle of martial arts." Hua Lianyue sighed, "Especially for grandmasters, without an almost pathological persistence in their pursuit of the Dao, it is impossible to succeed."

"As for Grandmasters, I don't know either."

Song Yan was a little curious, wondering what path Hua Lian Yue had chosen for him. However, judging from Hua Lian Yue's expression, he didn't ask. For a high-level martial artist, this should be an extremely important secret. Of course, if he asked, Hua Lian Yue would probably tell him, but why bother to investigate?

However, he could more or less guess what Luo Tianxuan's Dao was... most likely it was him, her husband.

It was precisely because of her obsessive, insane, and even somewhat twisted and morbid love for him that Luo Tianxuan easily shattered what was seen as an almost unshakeable mountain by most martial artists.

So, where does one's own path lie?
A slight sense of confusion arose in Song Yan's mind.

When he first arrived in this world, all he wanted was to survive.

After leaving the Duke of Song's mansion, he only wanted revenge.

But now, Song Yun is dead, Song Yi is blind, and Yang Miaoqing, Yang Zhen, and Song Zhe, who harbored the deepest hatred, are also dead. The revenge must continue, but the impulse is not as strong as it was at the beginning.

What should he do with the rest of his life?
Suddenly, a gentle face flashed through my mind.

It’s Luo Yuheng.

And then there was another face...

It's Luo Tianxuan.

Luo Tianyi.

It is Gu Banxia and Yang Siyao.

It is Hua Lianyue, it is Bu Yu.

It is Luo Qingyi, it is Luo Caiyi.

It is Luo Tian Shu, Luo Tian Quan, and Luo Tian Yang.

He's a good person and won't leave Luo Tianyang behind.

Song Yan couldn't help but smile. He roughly understood what he wanted to do. Perhaps, he just wanted his family to live together peacefully and happily.

Suddenly.

The image in my mind suddenly changed; the faces disappeared, replaced by countless hordes of Japanese pirates, brandishing gleaming swords, howling as they swarmed in from the sea, trampling on the land of the Han people.

The Jurchen cavalry galloped wildly across the land, dust billowing in the sky, and a rain of arrows piercing the chests of one Han Chinese after another.

It was a sharp curved blade that easily severed the old man's head.

To protect the elderly and children, the man spread his arms and lunged at the oncoming wild horse. His body was smashed to pieces, and he lay on the ground, trampled into mincemeat by the iron hooves.

Women were stripped naked in the street by those bloodthirsty beasts, emitting painful and desperate cries.

It was a little girl, with a rope around her neck, hanging from the treetop. Her small body struggled desperately, but in the end, she could only droop her head.

It was a little boy, his legs bound by ropes. With a crack of the whip, his small body was dragged across the ground by the galloping warhorse until his skin was torn and his bones were ground to powder. Then came the wild, excited laughter of the barbarian cavalry.

It was bastards like Qian Yaozu who wantonly abused the people, pushing cartloads of corpses out of the city. What appeared before my eyes was a sea of ​​blood.

The fields are filled with white bones.

It was a mountain of corpses.

Heh... Transmigrators are always a bit out of place, with a naive pride.

Having traveled through time, I always want to do something different.

He roughly understood what his martial arts path was... it was about protection.

It's not just about protecting those around you, but also about protecting the millions of descendants of Yan and Huang who share the same ancestor.

Perhaps... no, not perhaps, he was destined not to be able to transform this world into what it is in the 21st century, after all, the productivity gap is too large.

But at the very least, he hoped that the people of the Central Plains would no longer be bullied by foreign tribes, and that they would all have food to eat and clothes to wear.

Slaughter the Japanese pirates, suppress foreign tribes, and bring harmony to the world.

Song Yan smiled. As a transmigrator from Earth, his goal after transmigrating was simply to have enough to eat and wear, which was somewhat shameful for a transmigrator... However, he also understood how difficult it would be to achieve such a goal in this era.

However, the road ahead is long and arduous, but I will persevere in my pursuit!
Let's translate this, give it a try, and maybe it really will work out?
Song Yan thought this way, but his expression seemed to take on a different meaning in Hua Lian Yue's eyes. After thinking for a moment, Hua Lian Yue said again, "Actually, you don't need to be too anxious. You have only just broken through to the sixth rank. The most important thing right now is to stabilize your own realm."

"At the sixth, seventh, or even eighth rank, you have plenty of time to slowly ponder and experience the path you have chosen. Many martial artists without the guidance of a master painstakingly cultivate to the ninth rank before they begin to ponder their own path."

Song Yan pursed her lips and nodded in agreement. She looked out the window, where everything was already pitch black.

The weather is nice today.

The bright moon hangs high.

The twinkling stars are like pearls adorning the night sky.

"It's about time, it's time to make a move," Song Yan said.

Hua Lian Yue was slightly reluctant, but she still got up from Song Yan's body, straightened her thin long dress, and since the outside temperature no longer affected her with her strength, she didn't need to wrap herself up like a dumpling. She quickly tidied herself up. Then she picked up a robe and draped it over Song Yan's shoulders, even thoughtfully fastening the Chinese knot buttons for him. Although Chinese knot buttons are beautiful, they are quite troublesome to fasten.

After everything was tidied up, Hua Lianyue placed her small hand on Song Yan's shoulder.

With a casual wave of his hand, the window creaked open by itself.

Under the moonlight, two figures flashed across the ground.

……

Hua Lianyue's lightness skill is excellent.

In this respect, the difference between Luo Tianxuan and Hua Lianyue is extremely obvious.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the two appeared on the roof of the Mei residence. The guards on the inner city wall and the Mei family's guards did not notice them at all. Even when they landed on the tiles, it did not cause the slightest commotion.

The situation at the Mei residence was clearly somewhat unusual.

Nearly a hundred guards, armed with sticks and machetes, patrolled back and forth between the courtyards in groups of three or five. Even outside the Mei residence, there was a group of servants walking around.

The defenses were so tight that even the Fang family, which was far more powerful than the Mei family, could not match them.

If it weren't for Hua Lianyue accompanying him this time, it would have been quite difficult for Song Yan to sneak into the Mei family undetected on his own.

"My lord, look over there."

The soft voice, like silk threads, quietly drifted into Song Yan's ears.

Following Hua Lianyue's slender white finger, one could clearly see a side room in the back courtyard. Eighteen burly men stood in two rows in front of the door, their wide eyes warily watching everything around them, strictly forbidding anyone from approaching.

"In the afternoon, I took a look around the Mei residence, and if I had to pick the strangest place, it would be this one."

……

At this moment.

A side room in the Mei family mansion.

Mei Zicong was holding a bowl filled with dark, murky medicinal liquid.

His face, which had originally looked somewhat honest, was now full of gentle smiles. In front of him was a bed, on which lay an old man with a hunched back and a withered appearance.

His white beard grew haphazardly on his head like a bird's nest, and his body looked as if he hadn't cleaned himself in a long time. His face was covered in grime, and he exuded a strong stench. The old man seemed to have been lying in bed for a long time; some ulcers were visible on his shoulders, and one could only imagine what his back must look like.

His body seemed to be unable to move.

She was trembling slightly, her eyes wide open, staring intently at Mei Zicong, her gaze filled with intense hatred.

Mei Zicong, however, seemed oblivious. He acted as if he were a filial grandson, squatting by his grandfather's bedside, looking at the medicine in his hand, taking a small sip, and soon felt his tongue become numb.

That strange tingling sensation even rushed straight to his head, causing Mei Zicong's body to shudder slightly, and a ripple appeared on the surface of the medicine bowl.

I must say, it tastes pretty good.

With a grin, Mei Zicong lifted the old man's head with one hand and brought the medicine bowl to his lips with the other: "Grandpa, it's time to take your medicine."

grandfather!

This one title alone was enough to identify the old man.

Mei Wu, Duke of Lu, was an invincible general during the reign of Emperor Longtai.

Who would have thought that this general, who instilled fear in foreign tribes and deterred the states of Chu and Zhao from taking any rash actions, would now be so destitute, disheveled, and even pitiful?

Upon hearing Mei Zicong's words, Mei Wu suddenly trembled, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

His teeth were clenched tightly, refusing to loosen his grip even slightly.

Mei Wu pursed his lips: "Grandpa, you're sick, how can you not take your medicine?"

"good."

"Come on, let your grandson help you."

While speaking with a smile, Mei Zicong reached out and pinched Mei Wu's chin, forcing Mei Wu's mouth open with a little force.

Just as the dark medicine was about to be poured into Mei Wu's mouth, Mei Wu's body, which had been numb from head to toe, suddenly found strength from somewhere and forcefully shook his head, his chin breaking free from Mei Zicong's fingers and hitting the medicine bowl.

The strong medicinal liquid was then spilled all over Mei Zicong.

The smile on Mei Zicong's face vanished instantly, replaced by gloom and indifference.

then.

Snapped!
A heavy slap landed on half of Mei Wu's face.

(End of this chapter)