The world of martial arts, the immortal swordsman in the mortal realm.

Chapter 208, Part 223: The Enchantress's Game! The Evil King and the Wicked Queen!

It was still in the hall on the second floor of the waterside pavilion.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling had already left, and Lu Chen continued reading the booklet handwritten by Ning Daoqi.

After pondering for a while, the enchanting woman, dressed in white and barefoot, arrived gracefully, carrying a captivating fragrance.

"I'm here to cultivate!"

"Come and sit."

Lu Chen put down his book, made room for her on the couch, and sat facing her. Their palms touched, and they began to cultivate their inner energy together.

Now that Lu Chen's skill has deepened, under his guidance, she no longer needs to cultivate for an hour. In just over half an hour, the resulting vitality has reached the limit that Wanwan can refine in a day.

After the cultivation was completed.

Wanwan felt a surge of progress in her cultivation and said happily:
"My cultivation level has loosened up a bit more, and I feel like the eighteenth level of the Heavenly Demon Art is just around the corner."

"So close? How close?"

"It will take at least half a month, or at most a month, but we will definitely make a breakthrough."

Although he progressed to "Sword Heart Clarity" much slower than Shi Feixuan, as long as he can break through, he will be on the same starting line as Shi Feixuan again.

Because she was able to cultivate with Lu Chen, her cultivation level was higher than Shi Feixuan's.

Furthermore, Lu Chen also imparted to her the essence of various sects' cultivation techniques, including the Extinction of Emotions Path, the True Transmission Path, the Demonic Appearance Sect, and even the Evil Extreme Sect, which greatly benefited her cultivation of the Heavenly Demon Art. She was confident that she could push the Heavenly Demon Art to a higher level.

"The Heavenly Demon Art has eighteen levels, and no one in history has been able to master it. My progress is all thanks to your help. Tell me, how can Wan'er repay you?"

Wanwan's eyes flickered, her tone was charming, she supported herself with both hands behind her back, slowly straightened her right leg, placed her snow-white bare foot on Lu Chen's lower abdomen, gently rubbed it for a while, and then slowly moved her foot down.

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow, grabbed her delicate, exquisite foot, and asked:

Who taught you this trick?

"What doesn't the Yin Gui School have in its kung fu? Why would it need someone else to teach it?"

Wanwan's pretty face flushed slightly, her eyes sparkling with charm:

"Besides, haven't Feng'er, Li Xiuning, and Lianrou all played like this with you before?"

Lu Chen's eyes were strange:
"You were peeping?"

Wanwan blinked:
"I didn't peek! I just happened to see it when I was passing by. Look closely at my eyes, I don't have any styes, which is enough to prove that I didn't peek."

To be honest, Wanwan was quite annoyed when she discovered that Li Xiuning and Lian Rou had unknowingly started competing against Dugu Feng on the same stage.

Later, when Lu Chen went home for vacation, she secretly followed and eavesdropped several times. She also pretended to give them kung fu pointers and used the Heavenly Demon Voice to chat and inquire. Gradually, she managed to extract information from Lian Rou and Li Xiuning about how they succeeded.

When Wanwan heard that Li Xiuning had been instigated by Lian Rou and had even taken two of the Great Ming Zun Sect's secret medicines in one go to embolden herself, she was completely shocked.

You are all princesses, how can you act so recklessly?
Lian Rou is one thing, she's a Persian girl and grew up in the Turkic region, so it's understandable that she's a bit wild and unrestrained.

But you, Li Xiuning, are a noble lady from a powerful family, and now you are a princess of the Tang Dynasty. How come you, such an elegant and noble girl, are going to be so wild with Lian Rou?
In her anger and frustration, Wanwan felt a similar pressure to that of Shi Feixuan when she reached the state of "Sword Heart Clarity".

Lian Rou is unrestrained and courageous. Once she sets her sights on a man, she makes a decisive move and forges ahead without hesitation, even at the cost of testing drugs on herself.

Li Xiuning was no less capable. Although she was persuaded by Lian Rou, she was still a heroine who could lead troops into battle. If she didn't have a brave heart, how could she have launched an attack with Lian Rou?
In short, Wanwan felt immense pressure facing these two incredibly brave female warriors.

It's understandable that she was the first to meet Lu Chen, yet she lagged behind Dugu Feng in progress. After all, Dugu Feng had fought alongside Lu Chen several times and even stormed the Garuda army camp with him. But to be behind even Li Xiuning and Lian Rou is simply speechless.

Wanwan, of course, refused to admit that she was both cowardly and incompetent.

I can only console myself that what comes first is just appetizer, and what comes later is the main course. The two princesses are just appetizers, so there's no need to worry.

Nevertheless, the pressure of this crisis still lingered in Wanwan's mind.

So today, on Lu Chen's first day back from vacation, she rallied her spirits and wanted to bravely take a new step.

However, Lu Chen managed to grab her foot.

The enchantress gave Lu Chen a shy smile:
"Don't you want to? Consider it Wan'er's way of repaying you."

Lu Chen held Wanwan's fair and delicate feet, looking at her shy and charming appearance, and smiled to himself. Suddenly, he pulled her with force, and with a cry of surprise from Wanwan, he pulled her soft and delicate body into his arms.

"Huh? What are you going to do?"

"Didn't you say you were going to repay me? That's far from enough."

"Then, shall I let you touch the sword spirit mark again?"

"not enough."

"Well, how about this?"

Wanwan was really going to set a new record today. She lifted the hem of her shirt, took Lu Chen's hand in hers, looked at him with shy, almost tearful eyes, and then tucked his hand into her bosom.

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow and discovered that beneath her white dress was nothing but emptiness, not a single thread of clothing.

He held Wanwan's slender, supple waist with one arm, and gently grasped her smooth, snow-white breasts, which were difficult to hold with one hand. He looked down at Wanwan with a smile and asked:
"Is it the same under the sword spirit mark?"

Wanwan's skin was tense with nervousness, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her pretty nose occasionally let out a soft whimper like a kitten. Her cheeks were as red as if she were drunk.

She lowered her head, and after a long while, she responded softly.

"You've really gone bold today."

Lu Chen smiled again, playing with the soft, snow-like flesh for a while, and gently pinching the small, delicate rose-colored pearl with his fingertips, which made Wanwan shudder. She grabbed his arm tightly with both hands and buried her face deeply in his chest.

Lu Chen's hand slowly moved down, stroking her soft lower abdomen and delicate navel, before landing on the sword spirit mark. Then, his fingertips followed the marks downwards.

Unbeknownst to her, Wanwan was already trembling, her legs pressed tightly together, curling up her body, causing Lu Chen's palm to sink even deeper.
Soon, she felt dizzy and her mind went blank. She let out soft moans that sounded like sobbing. Her feet were straight and arched high. Her crystal-white toes were tinged with pink.

after that.

"It's not that I'm afraid! I'm just worried that if I lose my primordial yin, I won't be able to cultivate the Heavenly Demon Art to the eighteenth level!"

As she left the waterside pavilion, the enchantress's legs were still a little unsteady, and she was still trying to salvage her dignity:

"Once I cultivate the Heavenly Demon Art to the eighteenth level, I can do whatever I want! At that time, I will reveal the extraordinary skills of the Yin Gui Sect, and none of them, such as Dugu Feng, Li Xiuning, or Lian Rou, will be my match!"

...

In matters of love and sex, Lu Chen never forced anyone.

Therefore, today he only played with Wan Yaonu for a while. When her courage waned and she began to cower and dodge, Lu Chen showed mercy and let her go.

As for the anger stirred up by the enchantress…

A moment later, in the main bedroom.

Li Xiuning and Lu Chen sat facing each other in a posture resembling cranes with their necks intertwined. Her plump, full buttocks sat on his lap, and her long, snow-white legs wrapped around his waist. Her slender waist swayed gently as she breathed out fragrant breaths.

As for Xiao Feng'er and Lian Rou, they had already been defeated, lying weakly and listlessly beside the two of them.

Although Princess Xiuning's combat strength was average, her willpower was quite strong, and she was still able to speak clearly at this moment:

"Father wanted me to stay in Chang'an, but I refused. This time, I will go to war with you and my second brother."

Lu Chen embraced Li Xiuning's soft, firm buttocks with both hands and said:

"Okay. You and Feng'er will be with them, just stay close to me." "Actually, I'm also very good at charging on horseback."

“I am naturally aware of Princess Pingyang’s achievements. But this time is different. After all, the opponent has an army of 100,000. According to the intelligence Ning Zhenren has gathered, Jieli’s 40,000 Golden Wolf Riders and Tuli’s 20,000 Black Wolf Riders have all come out in full force. On such a battlefield, it is safest to stick close to me.”

"Um…"

This response was tinged with deep sobs.

Li Xiuning's delicate body suddenly trembled violently. She tightly hugged Lu Chen's neck with both hands, rested her chin on his shoulder, pressed her cheek against his face, and tears involuntarily welled up in her eyes.

As Dugu Feng, Li Xiuning, and Lian Rou fell into a deep sleep with their pink legs and jade arms intertwined, Lu Chen resumed his cultivation, continuing to refine the calamity energy he had collected in the Legend of the Condor Heroes world, which he had not yet fully refined.

After fully enjoying the benefits, Lu Chen found it much easier and more comfortable to cultivate the "Calamity Sword," and he was less susceptible to the influence of calamity energy. Natural disasters are the most ruthless and purest form of destruction, and refining the calamity energy of natural disasters can also trigger negative emotions, causing him to have all sorts of destructive impulses.

Using the principles of Yin and Yang, representing the continuation of life, to counteract each other can greatly help Lu Chen stabilize his mind and control negative emotions.

...

That night.

A strange tremor occurred underground in Chang'an.

Everyone who was paying attention to Yang Gong's Treasure Vault guessed that the tremor probably meant that the entrance mechanism of Yang Gong's Treasure Vault had been activated.

But no one made any unusual moves.

Because they knew that Lu Chen was in Chang'an.

They were unsure whether Lu Chen or Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling had opened the Yang Gong Treasure Vault.

Another day passes.

The next day, in the middle of the night.

As Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling emerged from an exit of the treasure vault located at the bottom of the Yong'an Canal, carrying the bronze jar containing the Evil Emperor's relic, they noticed a small boat drifting towards them at a seemingly slow but actually swift pace.

At the bow of the small boat stood a scholar in brocade robes. He appeared young and was almost eerily handsome, but his temples were slightly gray and his eyes held a hint of vicissitude.

Although they had never seen the scholar in brocade robes before, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling were shocked the moment they saw him. They felt as if a great calamity was about to befall them, and even felt like frogs being stared at by a poisonous snake, with their muscles stiffening in waves.

at this time.

A gentle breeze suddenly swept across the Yong'an Canal.

When a gentle breeze first stirs, only shallow ripples appear on the water's surface.

But that gentle breeze quickly turned into a howling gale.

Those shallow ripples transformed into surging waves.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling even saw a wave about ten feet high condense into a giant hand, its five fingers spread out, grabbing fiercely at the small boat and the scholars on it.

The scholar's expression was calm, but his eyes revealed an extreme coldness.

He raised his right hand with a seemingly slow but actually swift motion, spreading his five fingers one by one, as if turning a wheel, and then suddenly clenching them together.

The moment their fingers clenched, even though they were ten feet apart, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling felt a strange, suffocating sensation as if his heart had been gripped tightly.

Then, the scholar in brocade robes punched out at the giant palm of water that was grabbing at him. The air suddenly exploded, the giant palm of water froze for a moment, and then collapsed into a shower of water droplets.

But the small boat beneath the scholar in brocade robes also cracked and shattered into pieces.

The scholar in brocade robes did not fall into the water; he stood on a wooden plank and floated on the surface.

But the gale continued, and the waves surged relentlessly. Wave after wave crashed against him, some turning into fists and claws, some into swords and spears, and some into tentacle-like water whips, attacking him from all sides.

The scholar in brocade robes used the broken planks of a boat floating on the water as stepping stones. His figure flickered like a phantom, so fast that one couldn't help but wonder if he was not in the present world, but had already stepped into another dimension.

While flashing and shifting with a movement that seemed to traverse space, the scholar in brocade robes would occasionally make a move.

Sometimes, when he pushes with both palms, the giant fist of water that comes crashing down on him is as if it has been twisted like a towel by an invisible force, visibly distorted, and then collapses with a bang.

Sometimes, he would grab with all five fingers, and a water whip lashing at him would suddenly burst apart with a whoosh, as if all the force attached to it had been drained away.

Then he quickly pointed his fingers, shattering dozens of water swords that were shooting towards him.

Looking at this scene, it seemed like "gods fighting".

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling were deeply shocked, and at the same time, they couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and admiration.

They cultivate the Longevity Manual, one of the Four Great Classical Novels.

Legend has it that the Longevity Formula was written by Guang Chengzi, an ancient golden immortal and the teacher of the Yellow Emperor.

The cultivation method they practiced was created by the ancient Golden Immortals!

So, will they also be able to possess such godlike abilities in the future?

While the scholar in brocade robes was battling the raging winds and waves, he was constantly trying to emulate Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling.

Unfortunately, he could not mend his mental flaws, resulting in not only a split personality but also a loss of the perfect martial arts skills he possessed at his peak.

His current strength is still inferior to that of a Grandmaster.

Therefore, despite his extraordinary lightness skill and supernatural martial arts, he was never able to break through the blockade formed by the raging winds and waves and get within three zhang of Kou Xu.

Just as he made his last attempt.

A figure in black robes suddenly descended from the sky, his back to the moonlight.

"I have long admired the name of the Evil King. I, Lu, would like to learn from you!"

Zheng!
Amidst the clang of the sword, a three-foot-long sword light, visible to the naked eye and resembling ripples of water, shot down from Lu Chen's sword finger towards the scholar in brocade robes.

The scholar in brocade robes looked solemn. He struck out with both palms at the same time. His right palm was powerful and scorching, as fierce as a raging tidal wave, while his left palm was extremely cold and had a strange suction force.

Two completely opposite palm forces suddenly collided, turning into an invisible vortex of energy, like a pair of millstones of life and death rotating in different directions, sandwiching Lu Chen's sword light in the middle, grinding and milling it.

The sword light shattered, and the vortex of energy collapsed as well.

The explosive recoil propelled Lu Chen into the air, while the scholar in brocade robes shuddered, let out a muffled groan, and slid backward rapidly on the wooden plank, splashing up two white waves on the water like speedboats cutting through the water.

Before Lu Chen could swoop down again, the scholar in brocade robes leaped to the bank of the canal.

Before his feet even touched the ground, a tall, slender figure in white robes leaped out of the night, two white ribbons like nooses trying to bind a dragon, lashing out at the scholar in brocade robes.

The scholar in brocade robes once again struck out with both palms, shaking off the two snow-white ribbons, but his body, which had just landed, was shaken back into the canal.

Seeing the white-clad woman charging towards him, the scholar in brocade sighed softly. Disregarding his dignity, he sank into the canal with a splash, like a weight. The white-clad woman also did not hesitate, gracefully leaping into the canal water.

Boom boom boom!
Amidst the deafening roar, several columns of water, each four or five feet high, erupted from the surface of the canal.

As the water jets receded, the water surface gradually returned to calm.

No corpses surfaced, nor was any blood seen. The scholar in brocade robes and the woman in white had vanished underwater, their whereabouts unknown.

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