Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

Suddenly, a voice rang out: "Mountain Dragon Hidden Beauty, your leisurely life is over."

"It is you, the Master of the Pearl Pavilion, Lingxi Zhixia."

After many years, Lingxi Zhixia suddenly let out a soft shout and threw a punch straight at Shanlong Yinxiu.

Shanlong understood, raised his fist to parry, and the two immediately entered into a fierce entanglement.

Thump thump thump, puff puff puff.

His punches were like shooting stars, each one heavier than the last. In the wind and under the moon, they struck so hard that the river surged and the grass and trees were destroyed.

After analyzing the battle data, Shanlong Yinxiu leaped onto the mast: "Every move is deadly. Does Lord Que really not want me to live?"

"Distraction is the greatest insult to me, ah!"

Women are just as capable as men; their sharp intellect points out flaws, their eyes revealing heroic spirit, and they deliver another powerful blow.

"It's time to rest."

The mountain dragon swooped down, swooping down, striking the root, and repelling the enemy in one swift motion.

Lingxi Zhixia finally stopped and revealed her purpose: "Mountain Dragon Hidden Beauty, you understand the Fist Domain's need for the Evil Dragon Arm. Are you willing to hand it over?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't want the North and South Roads to really be in turmoil again. Too many people have already sacrificed themselves in the past conflicts."

"So you want to wipe the slate clean, making those who sacrificed in the past worthless."

Shanlong had his own perspective: "The sacrifices of the past have already come at a bloody price, and I cannot bear to see them again."

Lingxi pointed at Xia angrily and said, "You can choose to stand by and watch, but I hope you can lend me the Evil Dragon Arm, for a period of one month."

“My lord, a fine weapon is an omen of misfortune. Used properly, it is good; used poorly, it is evil. With such deep hatred in your heart, you cannot borrow this weapon.”

"you!"

Lingxi Zhixia, unwilling to give up her goal, proposed a solution: "Ten moves as the limit. If you can defeat me without using the Evil Dragon Arm, I will be completely convinced and will not make things difficult for you. On the contrary, if you lose, you will have no regrets about lending me this skill."

"this?"

Shanlong thought for a moment and decided that rather than letting her keep pestering him, it would be better to let her lose and give up.

"Alright, I'll keep your bet. Please enlighten me."

"Watch out, drink!"

Before he finished speaking, he launched a fierce attack with his fists and palms, showing no mercy, determined to win and not allow himself to be defeated.

Lingxi Zhixia's moves were aggressive and relentless, while Shanlong Yinxiu, though using only one arm, moved with composure and did not fall behind.

Eight moves in the blink of an eye.

"drink!"

Lingxi Zhixia suddenly shouted, channeling his true energy, and unleashed a devastating punch that shook the heavens and the earth.

Left with no other option, Shanlong switched from defense to offense, attacking to repel the enemy: "Excuse me."

Just as Shanlong was about to deliver a heavy punch to Lingxi Zhixia, Lingxi Zhixia turned around and surprisingly presented her ample breasts to Shanlong's fist.

Shanlong hurriedly withdrew his hand, but the force of his retreating attack severely damaged his internal organs.

Before she could catch her breath, Lingxi pointed at Xia and slapped her across the face: "You, shameless!"

"I?"

Shanlong tried to explain, but Lingxi Zhixia suddenly kicked him to the ground.

"You lost the tenth move."

Shanlong covered his face and got up: "What?"

"A bet is a bet; surrender the evil dragon's arm."

"Ah, okay."

Mountain Dragon sighed, unfastened the copper clasp, removed the evil dragon arm, hid it in the evil dragon pouch, and handed it to Spirit Rhinoceros Finger Flaw.

"I will return it as scheduled in one month. Farewell."

Lingxi Zhixia happily swung his fist around the area.

Ten miles away, Mu Zhengrong arrived under the moonlight, heading directly towards the direction of Lingxi Zhixia.

Just as the two were about to meet, the sword energy within Mu Zhengrong's body surged again, causing him unbearable pain.

"Let's take a break and calm down first, otherwise we might not be able to succeed even if we meet her."

Mu Zhengrong looked around and suddenly noticed a cave not far away.

He entered cautiously, but the cave was long and deep. After walking for several miles, he found a light coming from inside.

Mu Zhengrong followed the lights all the way to the end of the cave.

Sure enough, under an oil lamp, lay a woman.

Hearing footsteps, the woman struggled to sit up: "Who goes there!"

"Ok?"

Under the dim light, a face of unparalleled beauty caught Mu Zhengrong's eye.

Upon seeing Mu Zhengrong, a strange light flashed in the beauty's eyes.

American influence has taken hold of my heart, and love has taken deep root.

"Girl, what's going on?"

"I have been injured for a long time and am recuperating here. I hope you will forgive my injury."

Mu Zhengrong unknowingly walked up to the woman and bent down to examine her wounds.

Nine deep sword wounds were visible, each piercing one of the woman's nine major acupoints.

"Nine Needle Spirit Acupoints, were you injured by the Jade Hand Nine Needles Emerald Cold?"

"Yes, it's that bitch!"

"What is your name, young lady?"

With the beauty and poison in her grasp, the woman was not afraid to reveal her name: "I am Fu Yueying, the one who speaks of whispering. May I ask who you are, sir?"

“The majestic Dongyu, admiring the brilliance.”

"So it is Dongjun, the master of Bagua Xinliu. I have long admired you, Yueying."

It turns out that on the day Yan Damida led the Eight-Colored Banners to attack Tiandu, Fu Yueying obeyed Damida's orders and poisoned him.

Unexpectedly, the poison was neutralized by the antidote left by Gu Duming, and he was severely injured by Cui Luohan.

Sensing something was wrong, Fu Yueying took advantage of the chaos to escape the battlefield and found this cave to recuperate.

Soon after Bo Xun died, Fu Yueying dared not come out and has remained hidden ever since.

Seeing that Mu Zhengrong had come here unintentionally, Fu Yueying felt as if she had been given a new lease on life.

She got off the stone bed and struggled to bow, but due to her severe injuries, she fell into Mu Zhengrong's arms.

Mu Zhengrong's mind raced.

After holding her for a while, he put her back on the stone bed and tentatively asked, "Does Yueying know that there is a healing technique in the sect that can cure our injuries?"

"What kind of secret technique is it?"

"The Eight Trigrams Heart Flow originates from Taoism. Taoism advocates the harmony and mutual enhancement of Yin and Yang. It is said that isolated Yin cannot grow and isolated Yang cannot be born. The method of exchanging Qi can make Yin and Yang blend together, thereby achieving the miraculous effect of nourishing essence with essence and strengthening the foundation. If it lasts for a long time, it can even lead to the unity of heaven and man, the soul leaving the body, and attaining immortality."

Fu Yueying was not an ignorant girl; she had profound experiences with Zang Yunxiao and Mida.

Hearing this, he was secretly displeased.

Mu Zhengrong was someone she could use, but not her preferred target.

He immediately frowned slightly: "What Dongjun said is very true, but Yueying's injuries are too severe at the moment, so it is not convenient to use this method to heal her. Let's wait until Yueying is out of danger before we can study it slowly with Dongjun."

"Slowly?"

Looking at the stunningly beautiful woman's face under the lamplight and her severe injuries, Mu Zhengrong resolutely said, "I can't wait any longer, Yueying, let's heal together!"

"Mu Zhengrong, you! Ah~"

A scream rang out, and her clothes fell to the ground.

Tears of humiliation streamed down Fu Yueying's face as she looked back on her life, several figures flashing past her eyes.

Burying the clouds...

The lights flickered, the grotto swayed, and the darkness was deep and difficult to see.

Fu Yueying was unaware that it was already daylight outside, but the cave where she was hiding was too far, too far from the light.

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Zhengrong got off the stone bed, focused his mind, and found that most of the injuries in his body had healed.

"Moonshadow, how are you feeling? Is it very effective? Why don't we continue the treatment, hahahahaha!"

Amidst his triumphant laughter, Mu Zhengrong suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

The black blood had a foul, pungent odor, yet it was tinged with a bluish-green color.

"How could this be? Moonshadow! Moonshadow!"

Mu Zhengrong shook Fu Yueying's body; her pale skin was slowly growing cold, and her life was gradually fading away.

Fu Yueying revealed a final, mocking smile:

"Mu Zhengrong, you only see my beauty, but you forget that I am the daughter of Ouyang Jin, the Poison Master, and Dugu Du, the Poison Queen. In this world, no man can force me to do anything I do against my will, and neither can you. Come with me to the underworld..."

"No! The antidote? Where is the antidote?!"

There was no further response to him.

For many years, whenever the topic of the Gossip Master Mu Zhengrong came up, Butterfly would always defend himself by saying, "I really didn't kill that scumbag."

(Just finished typing and posted it again, two in one. No more for today, no need to wait.)

Chapter 273 Xuanxiao: I Want Both the Country and the Beauty

On the Black Sea Plain, a strong wind blows, bringing sudden heat and sudden cold.