Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 611 The Grandmaster's Kidneys Couldn't Take It Any Longer (6,000 words)
Two men.

The Han man among them was named Yang Xiaowu, a descendant of a collateral branch of the Yang family. He was already beyond the fifth degree of kinship, but because he still had the surname Yang, his clan, out of consideration for their ancestral kinship, arranged for him to work as a minor steward in Langya.

As for that Jurchen, his name was Chilaowen.

At this time, the Haixi Jurchens had not yet formed their own culture. Their language and writing were largely influenced by the Han culture in the south. They named their children rather casually, occasionally hearing a word or phrase from passing caravans and using it as a name if they thought it sounded nice. Some people would even use a cow or a sheep to hire the caravan manager to name their children.

Although these caravan members feared the Jurchens' barbarity and swords, they also looked down on these savages who ate raw meat and drank blood. They thought these people were probably no different from livestock. Even when they took in cattle and sheep, they didn't put much thought into naming them. They just threw out whatever came to mind. The Jurchens couldn't understand it, but they thought it sounded impressive, so they were happy about it.

Just like the name Chi Lao Wen, his father heard a merchant call another person Chi Lao, thought it sounded nice, and used it as his son's name.

Yang Xiaowu and Chi Laowen were considered lucky.

After all, the Jurchen reinforcements, along with the Yang family servants and Japanese pirate sailors, numbered a total of sixty to seventy thousand. Almost all of them were slaughtered on the vast sea. Corpses littered the sea surface, turning the azure ocean crimson. Burning ships, billowing black smoke, soldiers wielding steel swords, beheading one after another, limbs and severed bodies flying everywhere, and heads being harvested...

Most importantly, there was the deafening roar, like thunder.

Every time they thought about it, the two of them would tremble.

Within a few days, even the briefest moment of taking a nap was filled with nightmares.

Being one of only two survivors out of 70,000 people is their good fortune.

But they are also unfortunate.

Song Yan, that living devil, gave them a small boat and enough dry rations for several days, which seemed to be quite adequate, but... he didn't prepare any fresh water for them.

Perhaps the Living Yama was careless and forgot about this matter, but the soldiers under him were really obedient. They prepared whatever the Living Yama said to prepare, and he wouldn't give them anything more. They didn't dare to ask for anything more, so they could only row their boat and leave that hellish place full of blood and flesh in a hurry.

After being away for a while, and when they were getting hungry, they discovered that the dry rations the Living Yama had prepared for them were fried noodles... to be precise, fried flour, dry and without a trace of moisture. If you put a mouthful in your mouth, it would stick to your throat.

Heaven knows how the two of them managed to get through these days. Eating was too dry, they couldn't swallow it and almost choked to death. Not eating left them too hungry to row. Even if they managed to swallow it, they would be even thirstier. Although this was the sea, seawater was undrinkable. With no other choice, the two of them could only try their best to mix the fried noodles into a paste with water... that is, urine, and then, enduring the nausea, stuff it into their mouths one lump at a time.

Those who haven't experienced it will never understand what it feels like.

The two of them kept enduring it like this, one day, two days, three days... drinking a little water once, twice, ten times...

The ship finally docked after all the fried noodles were eaten.

Snowing.

At that moment, the two burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably: "Damn you, God! Would it have died if you had snowed a few days earlier?"

After crying for a short while, the two quickly got up from the ground. The reinforcements had been wiped out, and they had to tell Yang Hexing and Wanyan Guangzhi the news as soon as possible, otherwise this could be a catastrophe for the Jurchens and the Yang family.

……

"Wait a moment!"

Inside the secret room, Dong Yunshu screamed shrilly.

Her face was somewhat pale.

Dong Yunshu is a grandmaster, a grandmaster who lived to be over eighty years old.

What storms hasn't she weathered in her life? She's been captured and coerced before, of course, but Dong Yunshu is a woman of strong character; no matter what methods the other side uses, she has never yielded. But at this moment, she doesn't know what's wrong with her. Watching that withered, wrinkled old woman approach her step by step, she feels an unprecedented sense of oppression and fear welling up in her chest.

Even though that old woman wasn't even a martial artist, and if he were in his prime, he could easily kill her with a flick of his finger, she was still afraid.

It was an indescribable fear, as if it were rooted in the deepest part of one's instincts.

She had a premonition that if she fell into the hands of this old woman, her fate would be terrible, very terrible.

Grandmaster-level experts seem to have a kind of premonition about danger, but this feeling is vague and indistinct; it's not a true prediction of what will happen in the future. Just like when she was still staying at the Wind Inn, and Song Yan had just appeared, Dong Yunshu felt an unprecedented sense of oppression and irritation. And now, as Granny Liang walked towards her step by step, this feeling was ten times, a hundred times stronger than when Song Yan appeared.

The oppression and irritability in my heart almost turned into a frantic scream.

Dong Yunshu cherishes her life.

She doesn't want to die.

They were even less willing to die after suffering endless torment.

So she chose to give in.

Upon hearing this, Granny Liang paused, her gaze shifting to Song Yan, as if wanting to see what the prince's decision would be.

As for Dong Yunshu, she seemed to have all her strength suddenly drained away. She hung her head and gasped for breath, her whole body was soaked in sweat, and some strands of hair stuck to her face, making her look disheveled.

Song Yan's eyes narrowed. No, he was a Grandmaster, after all. He'd surrender so easily? Wasn't that a bit too frivolous? What about his honor and pride as a Grandmaster? Shouldn't he put up some resistance?

There was absolutely no sense of accomplishment.

Song Yan turned around and glanced at Granny Liang. Apart from her somewhat gloomy temperament and slightly eerie appearance, she didn't seem to have anything special about her. How could she have scared a grandmaster like this?

Blinking, Song Yan knew this wasn't the time to dwell on such things, and pursed her lips: "Madam Dong, is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Dong Yunshu gasped for breath. She knew this opportunity was hard-won, and if she missed it, the saw might fall on her. Gritting her teeth, Dong Yunshu quickly said, "Your Highness, we can make a deal."

"A deal? How so?" Song Yan wasn't very interested.

“I will not pass on my skills, but I am willing to teach you all the secret techniques I have mastered, including the seductive arts that are truly kept secret in the Hehuan Sect and that even the sect’s disciples cannot practice. What do you say?” Dong Yunshu said, “I will train a team of people who are proficient in seductive arts for you. I believe that this team will be of great use to you.”

Song Yan chuckled: "What a joke! We, the dignified Prince of Yan, have not stooped to the point of having to rely on a group of women to seduce men."

"The skill must be passed on."

"There is no room for negotiation on this point."

"At the same time, as the price for your disobedience and your attempt to bargain with me, you must also reveal some secrets of the Hehuan Sect. I have heard that the Hehuan Sect possesses martial arts manuals from various sects, as well as numerous methods for body tempering and alchemy. I want all of these."

Dong Yunshu's face was extremely gloomy, and she clenched her teeth, remaining silent.

"What, could it be that Madam Dong is absolutely loyal to the Hehuan Sect?" Song Yan sneered, "That's truly utterly foolish. You are loyal to the Hehuan Sect, but you don't know that your senior and junior sisters have already betrayed you."

Dong Yunshu, who had originally intended to remain silent and was determined to fight to the end since the deal seemed impossible, suddenly raised her head upon hearing this: "Impossible."

What a joke! Her senior and junior sisters had fought against a Grandmaster together, sharing a bond of life and death. Dong Yunshu might not trust any of the newly recruited disciples of the Hehuan Sect, but she would never doubt these senior and junior sisters in the slightest. They were not biological sisters, but their bond was even deeper than that of blood sisters.

Song Yan's mockery deepened: "Impossible? Did you know that Luo Yuheng possesses Grandmaster-level strength?"

"Do you know that back in Dongling City, Kong Nianhan led over a hundred martial arts practitioners to besiege Luo Yuheng, who was suffering from an outbreak of cold poison? The cold poison in Luo Yuheng's body was extremely potent, and when it broke out, his entire body was frozen solid. As the daughter of Su Qing, the Supreme Elder of the Hehuan Sect, how could Kong Nianhan not know what this meant?"

Dong Yunshu's body trembled slightly, and her eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Unfortunately, I ruined Kong Nianhan's plan."

"She couldn't hurt Yuheng, but I tore a large chunk of flesh off her body, and in the end she could only watch helplessly as I saved Yuheng... During that time, Kong Nianhan was recuperating at the Hehuan Sect, right? Kong Nianhan knew Luo Yuheng's strength, so as Kong Nianhan's mother, Su Qing should have known as well."

Song Yan spoke eloquently, each word like a sharp knife stabbing into Dong Yunshu's heart, making Dong Yunshu's expression grow increasingly unpleasant.

evidence?

Of course there is none.

This was just Song Yan's speculation. Of course, Song Yan didn't need any evidence; he just wanted to plant a seed of doubt in Dong Yunshu's mind.

A faint smile still lingered on her lips, but her voice was like a devil's whisper, echoing in Dong Yunshu's ears: "Within the Hehuan Sect, did anyone tell you these things? Within the Hehuan Sect, there are clearly eight Supreme Elders, and even others of your generation, who all need the Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror to cure their poison. Why are they all staying in the Hehuan Sect, while you are the only fool who brought your disciple here to die?"

Dong Yunshu's face was pale, and her throat bobbed incessantly: "They...their cold poison is almost..."

"Oh, please." Song Yan interrupted Dong Yunshu with a speechless expression, looking at her as if she were an idiot: "You actually believe something like this?"

"Even a fool would understand that with all eight Supreme Elders working together, the chances of them kidnapping me are much higher, right? So what if the cold poison is about to flare up? Once they've kidnapped me, why would they need to worry about not having an antidote?"

"I even suspect that you might have offended these people somewhere, and that's why they're trying to kill you on purpose." Dong Yunshu trembled again, her suspicion deepening.

Yes, so what if the cold poison flares up immediately after kidnapping Song Yan? As long as he makes peace with Song Yan on the spot, the cold poison will resolve itself. Clearly, with four grandmasters working together, the chances of success are much greater. Why did everyone else stay in the sect, while he alone became Song Yan's prisoner?

Humans are all like this; once they have doubts in their hearts, a few provocative words can amplify those doubts. Even masters are not immune to this.

Why didn't they take any action?

Why did they never tell me about Luo Yuheng's existence, even though they knew about it?

Could it be that they intend to use the Prince of Yan's mansion to get rid of me?

But what benefit would this bring to the Hehuan Sect, Su Qing, and the other fellow disciples?
Could it be that Su Qing and the others found out about her speaking ill of Su Qing and the others in private? But that was decades ago, wasn't it?

To be precise, it wasn't just her; the entire Hehuan Sect had this kind of atmosphere at that time.

In the pursuit of the Grandmaster's favor, senior and junior disciples frequently schemed against each other, plotting and sabotaging one another. Though they were sisters from the same sect, their relationship was almost that of enemies. The fierce competition surpassed even that of the emperor's harem, and occasionally, a ruthless act could cost them their lives.

Speaking of which, Su Qing also has a younger sister named Su Lan.

She was petite and adorable, yet possessed a beautiful face and ample breasts. With a gentle personality, even the sounds she made in bed were as melodious as celestial music, which made her very popular with the Grandmasters. Some of her sisters, feeling resentful, plotted to kill Su Lan... Although Dong Yunshu was not directly involved in this matter, she was still somewhat implicated.

Could it be that Su Qing knows the truth about Su Lan's death, and this is Su Qing seeking revenge?

Under Song Yan's deliberate guidance, Dong Yunshu subconsciously began to think according to Song Yan's instructions. After some reflection, Dong Yunshu was surprised to find that, not to mention Su Qing, there seemed to be some unresolved rifts between her and her other fellow disciples.

Seeing Dong Yunshu's expression change several times, Song Yan's voice rang out again: "I don't know what conflicts you have with those people, but decades have passed, even the biggest grudges should have been resolved by now. It's too petty of you to still target you like this."

"Dong Yunshu, can you really accept this kind of ending?"

"You risked your life to go to Pingyang for the sake of the entire Hehuan Sect and the lives of everyone. But now, you are a prisoner and may have to endure the cruelest torture in the world. Meanwhile, your senior and junior sisters are still peacefully cultivating in the Hehuan Sect, as if nothing has happened. They don't care about your sacrifice at all. Even when they occasionally mention your name, they will probably just laugh and curse: 'Fool, you deserve it.'"

Song Yan's tone was slightly drawn out, filled with seductive allure.

It's practically as if my intention to sow discord is written all over my face.

"Dong Yunshu, tell me, is this the ending you wanted?"

Dong Yunshu's body trembled more and more violently.

His throat was moving frantically.

Yes, he was standing up for the entire Hehuan Sect. If he succeeded, everyone in the Hehuan Sect would benefit. Why should he be the only one to accept this outcome?

Su Qing, Su Lan.

The names of my many fellow disciples kept echoing in my mind.

Her face grew increasingly fierce and ferocious. Her eyelids involuntarily lifted as she looked at Granny Liang behind Song Yan. Granny Liang's eyes were gleaming with a strange light as her fingers gently rubbed the saw teeth. Her breathing seemed to be rapid, as if she was just waiting for Song Yan to refuse her request so she could take the saw and come up to her, slowly scraping her flesh.

The chill in my heart grew stronger.

She ultimately didn't want to die.

Seeing that the atmosphere was about right, Song Yan suddenly smiled: "How about I add another condition? I promise you that in the coming days, I will gradually capture all your fellow disciples, and even that Kong Nianhan, and then hand them all over to you to deal with. What do you say?"

Upon hearing this, Dong Yunshu's eyes suddenly brightened.

At that moment, she was truly moved.

Granny Liang's face suddenly stiffened; she felt that the conditions were strangely familiar.

"Really?" Dong Yunshu's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"really."

"I can pass on my skills, but you must guarantee that after the transfer, I can live in the Prince's mansion forever, that the people there will not bully me, and that I will have no worries about food and clothing," Dong Yunshu said slowly, pursing her lips.

She didn't dare to ask for too much. The Extreme Yin Essence Scripture could only keep a woman young, but it couldn't make her immortal. She was already over eighty years old, but because of her years of martial arts practice, she was in good health, which extended her lifespan. However, even the longest lifespan has its limits. If she couldn't cure the cold poison, she probably wouldn't live for more than a few days.

Although the transfer of power results in the loss of internal energy, it also means that one will no longer have to suffer from the torment of the cold poison.

In the time to come, she will age gradually like a normal woman.

But as long as I can live, I'll grow old.

If he could spend his last few years in the Prince's mansion without worrying about food and clothing, he could probably be considered to have died a peaceful death... The reason why he wanted to kidnap Song Yan was precisely for this peaceful death, wasn't it?

Previously, he was reluctant to give up his formidable strength, but when he had no other choice, compared to his life, this strength seemed less important.

Moreover, the prince promised to hand over Su Qing and the others to him. They would definitely be in a worse state than him. Thinking about it this way, it seemed that his own experience was not so bad after all... The idea was very simple: I may not be happy, but as long as you are worse off than me, that's enough.

Happiness is something you discover by comparing yourself to others.

Taking a deep breath, Dong Yunshu said in a deep voice, "In that case, I agree."

Mingyue and Ziyu exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes. The oppressive aura emanating from Granny Liang, combined with Song Yan's manipulative skills, made it so easy to subdue a grandmaster?
Granny Liang clicked her tongue almost imperceptibly, finally putting down the saw she had been toying with. Her wrinkled face grew even more gloomy.

"Grandma Liang, could you please go and inform Banxia and Yuheng to come over?" Song Yan sighed and said slowly.

Granny Liang nodded slightly, then turned and left.

Song Yan gave Ziyu a wink, and Ziyu stepped forward and untied Dong Yunshu.

Dong Yunshu flexed her wrists, sighing inexplicably. She was still somewhat reluctant, but after making the decision, she felt a sense of relief throughout her body.

“I’m very curious.” Song Yan blinked: “What exactly happened within the Hehuan Sect back then? Why did the disciples of the Hehuan Sect completely break with the Grandmaster?”

Song Yan had heard about this matter a long, long time ago, but no one knew the reason behind it.

Having already decided to submit, Dong Yunshu had nothing to hide. Upon hearing this, she simply sighed heavily: "Does Your Highness know how many people the Hehuan Sect had back then?"

Song Yan shook her head slightly.

“More than eleven thousand people.” Dong Yunshu slowly announced a number: “That is truly the number one sect in the world.”

Song Yan's heart skipped a beat.

That's really scary.

It should be noted that ordinary sects may only have a few dozen members. A sect with a hundred or so members can make a name for itself in the martial arts world. For example, the Five Tigers Soul-Severing Sect only has two or three hundred members. Even the leaders of the Buddhist and Taoist sects only have a little over a thousand members.

With over eleven thousand, one is probably already halfway to the top in the martial arts world.

"Among these people, female disciples make up the vast majority, probably numbering close to ten thousand."

"Among the nearly ten thousand female disciples, almost half practice the Extreme Yin Su Nu Jing (Scripture of the Pure Yin Woman)."

Song Yan's face was somewhat pale, which meant that there were five thousand women who needed detoxification.

“Cultivating the Extreme Yin Su Nu Jing requires detoxifying from the cold poison. At the same time, dual cultivation with a practitioner of the Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror is also the fastest way to cultivate.”

Song Yan felt that he was getting closer and closer to the truth.

Dong Yunshu pursed her lips: "Your Highness may not know, but back then, the Hehuan Sect arranged for more than thirty core members to cultivate with Grandmasters every day."

"The number of people who need detoxification each day ranges from a dozen to over a hundred."

"On average, a Grandmaster needs to have sex with nearly a hundred women every day!"

Song Yan's body trembled violently, his face turned pale, and he subconsciously spoke:
"So, it was that grandmaster's kidneys that couldn't take it anymore?"

(End of this chapter)