Liver penetrates martial arts, instantly becoming a saint.

Chapter 332 Tens of Thousands of Corpse Soldiers, Wentian's Trump Card, Chunxia Li Xian, Discovered by Disciple

Li Xian silently kept track of the time. The bell tolled every nineteen breaths, each toll dissolving the evolution of martial arts and the circulation of internal energy... Once the tolling was over, everything returned to normal. Li Xian was always cautious, and dared not be careless about this unusual event. He held back for the time being and gathered elders Zhao Chunxia, ​​Yi Qianqian, Peng Sanluo, He Lijun, Yang Piaoxue, and others for consultation.

The elders were all newly appointed and lacked experience. Although they were knowledgeable, they were relatively composed. However, they couldn't figure out the reason behind this, so they sat down to discuss it with Li Xian. He Lijun said, "Could it be the miraculous effect of a rare treasure? I know from ancient records that there are strange bells whose sound can shake the four directions, or perhaps something similar to an ancient bell?"

Yang Piaoxue said, "Perhaps it's not the bell ringing that's the problem, but rather the unique feng shui of this place that's subtly influencing us?"

Zhao Chunxia said, "It shouldn't be. I guess it should be a natural sound. Just like the 'ethereal celestial music' within our bodies, which has unique and wonderful effects. Natural terrain can also produce celestial music and wonders."

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Various accounts exist. Li Xianchen said, "In the past, when I encountered Tiger Cry Ridge, the mournful cries of tigers and beasts echoed between the cliffs and rocks, causing people to feel sorrow and heartbreak, wishing they could commit suicide on the spot and die there, no longer suffering the torment of the world. The wondrous sounds of heaven and earth... it is indeed reasonable that they possess many miraculous effects. What Senior Chunxia said is the most likely."

They discussed and devised a solution. The instant the bell rang, they tested the use of "ethereal celestial music" to defend themselves. The five major sword schools have perfected their traditions, possessing numerous "celestial music" techniques, each with its own unique and wondrous effects. There is "soft sword celestial music," which plays celestial music through bone vibrations, then transmits the vibrations through the wrist bones into the sword, making the blade as soft as a flowing ribbon, allowing for surprise attacks in sword duels.

There is the "Sword Dragon Celestial Melody," a celestial melody that begins calmly but descends like a dragon's roar. It makes the sword's edge extremely sharp, capable of cutting through iron like mud even with ordinary swords. There is also the "Sword-Summoning Celestial Melody," which, when a longsword falls elsewhere and cannot be reached by hands or feet, resonates with the sword, causing it to fly back. However, this "Sword-Summoning Celestial Melody" requires a chanted incantation and has a long prelude, requiring considerable build-up. Different rhythms and melodies result in different swords being summoned.

Li Xian heard the clang of the sword, accompanied by various celestial melodies. The women tried to defend themselves with their own celestial music, but some of the music was integrated with martial arts moves, requiring them to assume specific postures to play smoothly.

Li Xian observed carefully, secretly absorbing the essence of various sword techniques. He knew that martial arts should not be passed on to outsiders, so he did not ask questions, but only secretly observed. If he noticed a slight clue, he would remember it and add it to his own knowledge. If he could not see any clue, he would only remember the superficial appearance and ponder it later.

He was naturally studious, knowing that martial arts were rare, resources were hard to find, and martial arts techniques were even harder to acquire. He seized every opportunity. Observing and listening to others broadened his horizons and enriched his knowledge... all of which became bricks and tiles in the edifice of martial arts. It was also a rare and serendipitous encounter.

Despite their various attempts, the women all returned to their clay forms after the bell rang. Having exhausted themselves and gained nothing further, they all gave up. Even Li Xian's secret chanting of the "Self-Guarding Melody" and the "Yang Immortal Melody" proved useless.

They couldn't help but wonder: "If it were a natural sound, our playing of celestial music should at least neutralize some of it, even if it couldn't completely block it. Why is it completely useless? It seems the origin of this bell's sound is mysterious, beyond our comprehension. For now, we have no choice but to continue forward."

Li Xian said, "Sisters, this sound is strange and difficult to counteract. We can only adapt to its rhythm and perform our martial arts moves in accordance with the chime's beat. Let's adapt for a moment, and then we'll set off!"

The women all nodded in agreement. They practiced their sword techniques, naturally stopping their stances and retreating to protect themselves when the bell tolled, and immediately launching a deadly attack when the bell stopped ringing... In this way, they wouldn't be caught off guard by the bell's sound. Their movements were orderly, and their offense and defense were effortless.

Li Xian, wielding the Ghost Python Spear, followed the principles of advance, retreat, offense, and defense. Feeling comfortable with the location of the bell's sound, he led his men forward. In the distance stood an ancient palace, its walls dark and imposing, from which the bell's sound emanated.

There was still some distance to go. Everyone was on high alert, cautiously observing their surroundings. After traveling about two miles, they came upon a lake in the middle of the lake. The women were overjoyed, looking at Li Xian with pleading eyes, wanting to enter the lake for a refreshing bath.

Remembering the "heart's blood," Li Xian knew that this place was deep within an underground cave, and the sudden appearance of a lake was rather strange. He immediately ordered everyone to walk around the lake and not to touch or approach it. The women had endured many dangers: the Prisoner's Gorge, the Swamp Path, the Path of Ten Thousand Lizards, the Cliff of Repentance... They were exhausted and treacherous along the way, with no time to change their clothes, their boots soaked with sweat, drying and then soaking again. Finally, they found a water source, the lake water clear and crystal clear. But they dared not disobey Li Xian's orders and could only step over it.

After they had all crossed the lake, a sharp-eyed woman exclaimed in surprise, seeing several skeletons floating on the water. It turned out… this lake was another unusual feature of the "Nine Apertures Dragon Heart Cave," called "Heart Lake," possessing hidden dangers. Li Xian carefully arranged to avoid this perilous situation.

The women were even more convinced.

After traveling another mile, the women gazed into the distance and successively saw a black palace. Their hearts pounded with unease, fearing danger lurked within. But there was no turning back; they could only move forward. At the next spot, they came upon a narrow log bridge, about ten zhang long, its depths unfathomable, filling them with dread.

Li Xianxing crossed first. The women followed in a line, and thankfully, they crossed the obstacle safely and without incident. After crossing the long log bridge, they found that there were already people around.

Footprints appeared on the ground, which, upon closer examination, should belong to soldiers in heavy armor. Li Xian thought to himself, "We've gone deep into the underground cave; I wonder where we are. That dark hall must be the center of the tomb. I sense that the closer I get to the dark hall, the more urgent the bell tolls. At this moment, the interval between the tolls is less than nineteen breaths. If there are powerful enemies hiding, it's best to take the initiative and eliminate them to seize the initiative."

They consulted with the elders and guessed that the Flying Dragon City garrison might be nearby. The elders were filled with hatred, and the disciples were burning with rage... They all agreed to take the initiative to attack and avenge their enemies. So they followed the trail and indeed found the military camp in a very secluded place.

Inside a hidden pit, the soldiers set up camp, their concealment remarkably well-preserved. The leading officer, strong and capable, methodically arranged the camp. The camp was teeming with soldiers, who stood guard day and night without interruption, displaying remarkable tenacity.

But the enemy is in the open while we are in the dark; what is there to worry about? Li Xian used his keen eyesight to observe the number of soldiers, their distribution, and the shift changes. He saw that there were about three hundred men in the camp, all of whom had undergone rigorous training and mastered several battle formations.

If they were to engage in a direct, brutal fight, it would inevitably allow the enemy to fully exploit their advantages. Li Xian immediately made arrangements, dispersing the six ranks of soldiers to the east, west, south, and north, armed with poisoned arrows and bows. Li Xian, Mu Hongchou, Lin Aoshan, and others would first infiltrate the enemy camp, creating chaos, and then feign an escape. At that moment, the ambush disciples would suddenly fire arrows, catching the enemy off guard.

As planned, the soldiers were caught off guard and thrown into chaos. Before they could even form ranks, their leader was killed. Taking advantage of the confusion, Li Xian unleashed his spear, killing several key figures and displaying his power. Once the soldiers had recovered and gradually formed ranks, Li Xian fled again, ordering them to pursue him hastily. The women, their arrows concealing snake venom, used them to kill the soldiers one by one, neutralizing their advantage and showcasing their own strengths. They vented their pent-up anger.

A military camp collapsed, scattering corpses everywhere. Li Xian ordered his disciples to throw the bodies into a deep pit, thus eliminating all traces. He then exhaled white mist to dispel the bloodstains and stench from the ground.

In this way, the soldiers vanished without a trace, leaving no further clues. Li Xian's actions were meticulous, and he instructed the women to secretly learn from him, from which they gained a great deal.

The barracks were well-stocked with supplies, including vegetables, meat, rice, vinegar, and salt—enough to feed them for several days. Li Xian observed everything, thinking to himself, "With such abundant reserves, could they be planning something big? Or are they treating me well, with lavish banquets every day? That makes sense. If I were forced to live in darkness and have my troops stationed here, I certainly wouldn't stand idly by. Oh well… there's no point in speculating about this."

They borrowed a pot to start a fire, and the women cooked meat and steamed rice, finally creating a sumptuous feast that they enjoyed. That night, they slept on the enemy's bed, feeling refreshed and very comfortable.

Li Xian pondered, "Since we are here and have seen the military camp, there must be a road leading to other places. I'm afraid we might encounter troops stationed elsewhere and have a direct confrontation. From what I can see, we should reach the Black Palace in another day." Having sorted out the priorities, he wanted to rest as soon as possible.

In the dead of night, Zhao Chunxia suddenly came to visit, saying solemnly, "Li Xian, I've discovered something! I'd like to... I'd like to ask you for your advice." Li Xian put on his shoes and socks and said, "Please speak."

Zhao Chunxia said, "To my shame, I am much older than you, yet I have received all your care. I have only served you tea and washed your feet, which is far from enough to repay you. Now my injuries have recovered a little, but the sound of the bell makes us look like clay figures."

Li Xian smiled and said, "I heard from Elder Yang that Senior Chunxia's calligraphy is excellent. If you have time in the future, could you teach me calligraphy to repay him?" Zhao Chunxia said, "That would be great. If you are interested, I can teach you anytime."

Zhao Chunxia said solemnly:

"To get back to the point, I was captured for quite some time and had my blood drawn three times, each time collected in a jade bottle. The female elders had their blood drawn once. Just now, while I was looting supplies, I smelled a faint scent of blood here. I suspect that the blood drawn in the past was secretly transported through this place."

Li Xian asked, "What exactly is the purpose of their blood collection?" Zhao Chunxia replied, "I am also curious, so... I would like to follow the blood with you to explore the mystery within. The disciples have finally had a chance to rest, so let them have some time to relax."

Li Xian deliberately smiled and said, "Senior Chunxia, ​​you're thinking of letting them rest, but not of letting me rest?" Zhao Chunxia said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, but after thinking it over, only you can help me. Following the blood, it's hard to say what the situation is ahead. With so many people and such a large force, there's bound to be some problems. Although you're young, you're very experienced in dealing with people. You're kind and easy-going, and I think you... will help me."

"I'm just sorry to trouble you. I... I have nothing to offer in return right now, but I'll find a way to repay your kindness after we get out."

Li Xian laughed and said, "Who said I can't make it up to you?" Zhao Chunxia asked, "Oh?" Li Xian said lightly, "I've been having nightmares lately and haven't been sleeping well. I've been thinking about it and the problem is that I don't have a suitable pillow. If Senior Chunxia would allow me to sleep soundly with my knees as a pillow, I'll be full of energy and I'll be able to help you with anything, no matter how difficult it is."

Zhao Chunxia gasped in surprise, knowing Li Xian's occasional flirtatious and unrestrained behavior. She thought to herself that men and women shouldn't be so intimate, and such behavior was utterly improper. But deep down, she felt a strong urge to help, and said shyly, "You are concerned with the safety of many sisters and disciples. If you are mentally unwell, the consequences will be severe. It's not unreasonable for me to soothe you."

Li Xian was taken aback, thinking to himself, "Oh no, I've gone too far with the joke." He said seriously, "Senior Chunxia, ​​please don't take offense. I just said it casually to pass the time. Let's go and investigate the blood trail, and return quickly."

Zhao Chunxia watched him leave the tent, her embarrassment vanishing instantly, replaced by a smile. She thought to herself, "This young man is quite the charmer, making others restless and frivolous with his words. But if it really came down to it, he himself would be the first to feel intimidated. Does he think I'm some naive girl, that a few flirtatious words are enough to make me blush?"

She hurried after her, her skirt billowing a fragrant breeze. She diligently practiced the "Spring Observation Manual" of health cultivation, her body thriving like a vibrant spring day, full of life and the revival of all things. Her injuries healed remarkably quickly. Her back and ankle injuries were completely healed.

The Yue Shan Sword Sect possesses a martial art called "Wind-Smelling Nose," granting them an exceptionally keen sense of smell and remarkable tracking abilities. Zhao Chunxia observed that the women were sound asleep, the enemy had been eliminated, and women were patrolling the watchtowers. The arrangements were thorough and appropriate; there should be no real danger.

Li Xian left a note informing them of his destination. He and Zhao Chunxia arrived at a secret tent, which was now empty. The women's blood essence had long since been removed. Zhao Chunxia held a whisk, flicked it around, and then swept it again. She sniffed the scent, closed her eyes, and sensed the aroma, saying, "This is indeed the place. My judgment was correct."

Li Xian cupped his hands and said, "Senior Chunxia's abilities are becoming increasingly apparent!" Zhao Chunxia said, "This is nothing. The bandits collected the blood and transported it to this place. However, they had already transported it away a few days ago, and there is still a slight smell of blood along the way. Let's go and take a look."

She had recovered 30% of her abilities by this time. Li Xian thought to himself, "Since Senior Chunxia has such skills, why does she need my help? She can find it herself. I really am destined to be a busybody."

They walked a few steps west. They came upon a strangely narrow path, blocked by pebbles. Zhao Chunxia waited a few breaths, until the bell's echoes subsided. Then, with a flick of her whisk, the pebbles were neatly moved several feet, clearing a path. The pebbles were loose, sprinkled with dust; if anyone moved them, it would be immediately noticed. Zhao Chunxia's flick of the whisk shifted the pebbles and dust several feet, yet the overall structure remained unchanged.

Li Xian felt a surge of admiration, and the two continued along the secluded path, following its lead. They noticed the path spiraled downwards, as if leading into a deep abyss. The deeper they went, the more a chilling wind swept over them.

Zhao Chunxia remarked, "Such dense Yin energy." She paused, hesitant to proceed. Venturing deeper would only exacerbate the difficulty, as the Yin energy would assail her. She had been practicing the "Spring Observation Manual," and her injuries were healing rapidly. Her tracking and whisking skills, which she had just displayed, were already quite formidable. However, she lacked any means to counter the Yin energy. Li Xian's pure Yang body, with its fiery Yang energy, was unaffected here.

Furthermore, martial artists employ diverse methods. A problem that leaves you helpless may be easily solved by someone else. A perilous place that others find daunting may be easily navigated by another. Each has its own strengths and specialties.

Li Xian said, "Senior Chunxia, ​​come to my side." Zhao Chunxia asked in surprise, "Are you capable of handling this?" Li Xian drew his sword with a graceful and elegant movement. Zhao Chunxia suddenly thought, "That's it... Back in the Prisoner's Gorge, I asked him what he looked like. He gave me a simple sketch, in which he was holding a spear and a sword. I've seen his archery and spear skills, so I imagine his swordsmanship is no less impressive." Her eyes gleamed, a strange light flickering within them.

With a single stroke of the longsword, a wave of scorching heat swept through, instantly blocking the yin wind. Zhao Chunxia's expression softened considerably, and she said, "Your swordsmanship is extraordinary; it even touches upon the principles of yin and yang."

Li Xian asked, "Does delving into the principles of Yin and Yang make one very powerful?" Zhao Chunxia replied, "It depends on the specific martial art. The principles of Yin and Yang are quite rare. If one can form a school of martial arts, their abilities will be extremely formidable."

Li Xian thought to himself, "If Madam truly is holding back from me, unwilling to fully impart the essence of martial arts to me, then so be it. How could I presume to expect others to be so selfless and kind to me?"

The two ventured deeper. The Yin energy grew increasingly dense. Li Xian wielded his sword with one hand, unleashing the "Yang Extreme Sword Splendor," drawing a circle of light in front of him. This continuously dispelled the Yin energy, allowing them to proceed without hindrance.

Several gusts of cold wind blew by, and Li Xian said jokingly, "Senior Chunxia, ​​there is no one else here. I am of pure Yang body. If you don't mind, you may come closer to me."

Zhao Chunxia said seriously, "Men and women should not touch each other. From the first time we met, you have been somewhat flirtatious. If you are mistaken for a womanizer, that would be terrible."

Li Xian thought to himself, "You're absolutely right, I really am a bit of a thief." He said, "Senior Chunxia, ​​you misunderstand. When I said to get closer, I didn't mean to take advantage of you. It's just that my body is like a furnace, and yin energy dares not approach."

Zhao Chunxia suddenly laughed and said, "Oh?" She stepped forward, put her arm around him intimately, and asked, "Are you referring to this close?"

Li Xian was startled, then felt a fragrant breeze and a delicate body embrace him. The two pressed close together, and Li Xian could feel Zhao Chunxia's heartbeat, breath, and the rise and fall of her chest. Zhao Chunxia felt as if she were embracing a hot furnace, her yang energy blazing. She had never experienced anything like this in her life, nor had she ever embraced a man before, and at this moment, her mind wandered.

Although Li Xian considered himself dashing, having experienced the events at Yihe Manor and Hualong Gate… it was his nature, combined with his later encounters, that made him naturally flirtatious, but he was by no means a lustful person. His earlier use of "get closer" meant "holding hands," not embracing. Holding hands was also unambiguous. Who would have thought Zhao Chunxia would act like this…

Li Xian asked strangely, "Senior Chunxia, ​​this is a bit..." Zhao Chunxia asked, "What? You asked me to come closer, do you dislike me?"

Li Xian said, "Of course I wouldn't dare," and silently walked forward. Having experienced the "Visiting Immortals Inn" incident, he learned of Zhao Chunxia's fate and guessed she was a righteous female knight-errant. But that wasn't the case; spring is extremely still when quiet, and extremely restless when in motion.

Although Zhao Chunxia adhered strictly to the righteous path, even to the point of being pedantic, she knew that there were other things besides good and evil in the world, and even when she did not go against her nature, she still had dark thoughts. In the past, when she learned that the Luo family of "Embroidery City" had obtained "Huang Jiu Shen", she sent two of her disciples to help them.

The original intention was to eliminate evil and vanquish demons, but it also implied that if one's luck was sufficient and the timing and conditions were right, one could possess the "Yellow Ginseng" and not return it to the Luo family of Xiucheng. The Black-Faced Bat King had been evil for many years; eliminating him would be righteous. The Luo family's loss of the "Yellow Ginseng" was a family matter; the ginseng treasure was naturally formed, but after many twists and turns, it was acquired by someone with sufficient luck. The Luo family held sway over a region, committing both evil and good deeds… it's difficult to judge their morality, but their oppression of the people was certainly unavoidable. If one obtained the Yellow Ginseng and returned it, one would naturally be upright and trustworthy. If one did not return it, it could be considered as a way of venting anger for the people.

Beneath her upright appearance lies a deep-seated cunning.

Reminded by the "no one else here" sign, Zhao Chunxia casually embraced him. She thought to herself, "This kid thinks I'm old-fashioned? You've been eating rice for years, and I've been eating rice for years. Does he really think I'm easy to tease? I only pretend when there are other people around." Observing Li Xian's rather reserved demeanor, she found it even more amusing and somewhat smug. At the same time, feeling a lingering fondness for his warm, soft body, she feigned seriousness and said, "Young brother Li Xian, thank you for helping me ward off the yin energy!"

Li Xian thought to himself, "I'm not losing either way, why should I hesitate?" So he wrapped his arms around Zhao Chunxia, ​​sheathed his sword, and leaped into the air. Zhao Chunxia's heart was filled with emotion, a feeling she would never forget. She held him tighter.

They soon reached the bottom. Li Xian walked forward, turned a small corner, and suddenly saw countless figures ahead. Li Xian narrowed his eyes warily, then observed more closely, and breathed a slight sigh of relief. The countless figures ahead were not living people.

Zhao Chunxia murmured, "So many corpse soldiers!" The corpse soldiers were dressed in heavy armor, with burly figures and stiff bodies. They had been silent for a long time. Li Xianming realized, "Although He Wentian is the lord of a city, I had long suspected that he had other means of support. Now it seems that his greatest support lies here."

Li Xian walked among the corpse soldiers, counting them carefully; there were probably tens of thousands. They were all strong and tall; if they entered the battlefield, they would be unstoppable, killing gods and Buddhas alike. The earth's veins were dark red, and they felt fleshy underfoot.

Zhao Chunxia lowered her head and said, "It's flesh growing from the wall. This Nine Aperture Dragon Heart Acupoint is no ordinary place; it's the best place to nurture corpse soldiers. No wonder there's a chilling wind blowing here. If you weren't a pure Yang body, it would be difficult to even set foot in this place."

Suddenly, a loud "dong" resounded, the black palace bells rang out, followed by the writhing of flesh. A crimson vein spread from the ground in the distance; upon closer inspection, it resembled blood vessels, with fresh blood being transported from afar, appearing as a spreading red light. The blood reached the soles of the corpse soldiers' feet, who stood barefoot, coming into contact with the blood and being nourished by it. The corpse soldiers' bodies trembled, and their armor emitted a strange "clanging" sound.

The strange sight of raw meat on the wall had become even more mysterious, with blood vessels growing inside, resembling real flesh and blood. In the sacred mountain of Flying Dragon City, there is a "Temple of the Maidens," where only women are allowed to enter. Offerings are not required to incense, only the blood of women. During major temple fairs, attending women donate blood, accumulating a sufficient reserve.

The corpse soldiers, fed on yin blood, have been nurtured here for a long time, demonstrating that He Wentian's plan had been in the works for a long time. Li Xian, having figured out the details, deduced that the blood of Zhao Chunxia, ​​Tang Mengluo, and other elders and disciples of the sword sect must have been used here.

Therefore, they searched carefully. They found the corpse soldiers arranged in "five" and "ten" formations. At the very front were the generals of each army. These corpse soldiers had bare arms and silver bodies, long hair flying, chests straight and backs broad... about ten feet tall, like terrifying little giants.

The blood patterns painted on their bodies were indeed from the women of the Sword Sect. It turns out that there are differences in Yin blood. The blood of ordinary women is used to nourish common corpse soldiers, while the blood of those from the Sword Sect, the Jianghu, and others who possess martial arts cultivation and have obtained the essence of heaven and earth is used to nourish the Venerable and King among the corpse soldiers.

Zhao Chunxia angrily said, "That He Wentian... He imprisoned us to extract our blood, truly killing three birds with one stone. He not only made the five major sword sects run wild, but also used our blood to nourish the corpse soldiers and enhance their abilities. Afterwards, he destroyed the Flower Cage Sect, greatly enhancing his reputation and prestige. If the Jieyou Tower hadn't collapsed, who would have been able to easily detect his scheming?"

"I...we fear we can only be imprisoned in this stone cave, spending the rest of our lives filled with resentment, helplessly aiding and abetting their evil deeds by having our blood extracted from us."

Li Xian said, "It seems that Heaven does not want him to succeed. Now that Senior Chunxia has been saved and his great secret has been discovered, his true colors will surely be revealed, and you will be the savior."

Zhao Chunxia blushed: "You're talking strangely. What do you mean by saving the world? Even if he has tens of thousands of corpse soldiers, he's just starting out in the struggle for supremacy. I'm exposing his treacherous intentions, not out of loyalty to the court. The trend of rebellion is irreversible, and the court is corrupt and evil. Right and wrong, good and evil, are hard to define, so how can you talk about saving the world?"

Li Xian laughed and said, "This man is skilled at manipulating people's hearts and is treacherous and cunning. He currently only has tens of thousands of corpse soldiers, but if he uses this trump card to manage and expand his forces, and further seizes the advantages of timing, location, and popular support, he will be no simple man at all."

Zhao Chunxia asked, "You're so young. If you expose He Wentian, you'll definitely become famous. You seem to have no interest in it?" Li Xian replied, "Infamy or fame, I really don't care."

Zhao Chunxia said, "You have a very free and easy temperament, and you're quite clever. If my two disciples were half as good as you..." Suddenly, she noticed a strange noise and coldly asked, "Who's lurking here, eavesdropping? Come out at once!"

There was no sound. Zhao Chunxia, ​​holding her whisk, flicked it to one side. Rows of corpse soldiers fell, their abilities now quite formidable. A figure rushed out, hurriedly saying, "Master, don't... don't use your killing move... it's me!"

Zhao Chunxia exclaimed in surprise, "Xiao Long?"

Wang Long's eyes darted back and forth between the two, and seeing them embracing tightly and being very intimate, he was dumbfounded and looked extremely incredulous.

(End of this chapter)