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"Extinction, take the Emei disciples back to Mount Emei. But wait half a day before leaving," Lin Yaoxie instructed. "After returning to the mountain, go into seclusion to cultivate. No matter what happens in the world, do not interfere. Do you understand?"

"I will remember this! Thank you for your leniency, Your Majesty."

She certainly had to remember this, otherwise Emei would be doomed. Although Lin Yaoxie didn't say it explicitly, Miejue understood. The Demon Emperor was very likely to repeat what he did a hundred years ago—balancing the martial world and suppressing the righteous.

"Alright, Black Long, you guys go first. I'll go back to the ancient tomb myself." Lin Yaoxie rushed towards the cliff, his voice echoing in the air: "You also go and tell Min'er that anyone captured should be killed without exception. Make an example of them to deter others!"

His body shot off the cliff like an arrow, moving horizontally instead of falling, and was quickly swallowed up by layers of clouds and mist.

Zhou Zhiruo felt like she had slept for far too long. In her dream, she saw her brother Wuji with a ferocious face, getting further and further away from her.

"Brother Wuji, Brother Wuji!" She woke up from her nightmare with a start.

When she opened her eyes, she saw green mountains and clear waters all around her, and she was lying on her back inside a small boat.

This scene is very similar to the beautiful moment when I first met Zhang Wuji on the Han River.

"Brother Wuji." She suddenly noticed a person sitting on the bow of the boat, wearing a white robe. Could it be Brother Wuji?

She wrapped her arms around his back, and he turned his head, a wicked smile on his face!

Chapter 183: Ruthlessly Destroying a Flower [First Update]

"Ah, you're that demon!" Zhou Zhiruo shoved the man in white away and ran frantically toward the stern of the boat.

But after taking only one small step back, they were already backed up to the edge of the boat.

Zhou Zhiruo was confused. What was going on? The boat was so big just now, how did it suddenly shrink?

Upon closer inspection, the place wasn't a ship at all; it was clearly a giant G-shaped object.

Turning around sharply to look at the man in white, all I could see were strong, muscular male bodies.

"Lin Yaoxie, stop being a pervert!" Zhou Zhiruo quickly covered her eyes and screamed, "Where am I? How did I end up on the water with you?"

Lin Yaoxie ignored Zhou Zhiruo's shouts and forcefully grabbed her delicate hands.

"You bastard!" Zhou Zhiruo struggled violently.

She was Abbess Miejue's most prized disciple. Although she had only been a disciple for a short time, under Abbess Miejue's tutelage, she had already reached the sixth level of the Long Elephant Technique.

Even so, her struggles in Lin Yaoxie's arms were less than those of a little rabbit under a lion's claws.

"Let me go!" Zhou Zhiruo screamed desperately.

"Don't even think about it." Lin Yaoxie's reply was equally arrogant.

"You lecherous scoundrel!" Zhou Zhiruo sobbed, her tightly closed eyes filled with tears.

"Tears again?" Lin Yaoxie thought of Zhang Wuji's heroic tears, and his heart churned.

"Let me tell you, Zhang Wuji is dead. Your beloved brother is dead. You'd better just give in." Lin Yaoxie's eyes widened, all traces of his gentle, warm demeanor vanished.

The Demon Emperor is truly extraordinary; he is never casual, and when he does, he is anything but human.

"You're talking nonsense, you're talking nonsense. Brother Wuji won't die." Zhou Zhiruo knew in her heart that Zhang Wuji was already doomed before she lost consciousness.

Moreover, Zhou Zhiruo could deduce that the fact that she could appear alone with Lin Yaoxie in this fantastical world was entirely due to the permission of her master, Abbess Miejue.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it." Rather than saying she didn't believe Zhang Wuji was dead, it was more that she didn't want to face the fact that she had to offer herself to Lin Yaoxie.

"You'll believe me." Lin Yaoxie wrapped his arms around Zhou Zhiruo's curvaceous waist, releasing his inner force, and Zhou Zhiruo's clothes turned into tattered butterflies.

The physical changes were more about the Platonic love. Distance and time are killers of love; no wonder Zhang Wuji shed tears of sorrow.

The hero's tears are not only a lament for the frustrations of life, but also a tribute to a love that was robbed before it even began.

There were no victors in the Battle of Bright Peak, at least that's what people in the world thought.

After the battle at Bright Peak, the Ming Cult announced its disbandment. Yang Xiao, the Left Guardian of Brightness, and his son, the White-browed Eagle King, were killed.

Fan Yao, the Right Envoy of Light, Wei Yixiao, the Green-Winged Bat King, the Five Wanderers, and the Five Banner Masters have disappeared.

Regarding the six major sects: Abbot Kongwen and Zen Master Kongzhi, two of the three great monks of Shaolin, died, and more than half of the Shaolin warrior monks were killed or wounded.

The Wudang forces suffered even greater losses. All five Wudang heroes perished, and it is said that Zhang Cuishan's son, Zhang Wuji, also died in this battle.

The other four factions only acted as bystanders in the final battle at Bright Peak, and their casualties were negligible.

After leaving Bright Summit, these survivors were captured by the Yuan Dynasty army that was lying in ambush at the foot of the mountain.

However, there were exceptions. The Emei Sect, who descended the mountain half a day later, were quite lucky. It seems that, apart from their youngest disciple Zhou Zhiruo, who didn't actually see them descend, everyone else returned to the mountain under the guidance of Abbess Miejue.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword was also taken back by the Emei Sect, but the exact details are unknown. This is because the Emei Sect immediately locked down the mountain after returning, ceasing all external communication.

Not long after, the Yuan Dynasty empress announced the execution of all captured prisoners, shocking the world!

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The Yuan Dynasty's rule had reached a terrifying level, yet no one rose up in opposition, especially the common people who were in a state of support.

This time, the Yuan Dynasty was not targeting ordinary people, but all martial arts sects except for the Emei Sect.

For every sect that was wiped out, the imperial court took one-fifth of the wealth, while the remaining four-fifths were distributed to the poor in the vicinity.

This practice of seizing land from the wealthy and distributing it to the poor was naturally highly recognized by the general public.

Moreover, the Yuan Dynasty used the ancient tomb as a pretext, claiming that all of this was a balancing act by the Demon Emperor to punish the minority who wanted to deprive the masses of resources.

People all over the world cheered. The number of followers of the Demon Emperor's Forest increased dramatically once again.

Every man in the martial world is a passionate hero, and naturally, no one would willingly stretch out their neck to be killed. But who would dare to resist?

In the martial arts world, the six major sects are the most respected. Among these six sects, Shaolin, Emei, and Wudang hold a dominant position.

Since the battle at Bright Peak, the Wudang and Shaolin sects have suffered severe setbacks. Kongxing and Song Qingshu, who fled down the mountain, were also ordered by Empress Zhao Min to be skinned alive. The only sect that managed to preserve its strength, the Emei sect, clearly sided with the Ancient Tomb Sect and remained secluded in the mountains.

Amidst the turmoil and uncertainty, everyone felt insecure.

Ordinary people have no fighting power, but if any sect dares to injure a commoner, the imperial court will immediately send troops to punish them. If you are powerful enough to defeat a lackey of the imperial court, it won't be long before men in black or big wolves rush into your house and kill or bite you to death on the spot.

The terror lasted for a long time. During this period, no matter how much Empress Zhao Min of the Yuan Dynasty caused trouble, as long as the Demon Emperor Lin Yaoxie did not take action, there was still time for them to survive.

The ancient tomb has been quite lively lately. Little Long Nu Huang Rong and Madam Lin have been busy this time, taking turns disciplining their younger sister Zhou Zhiruo.

Of the other two girls who came to the Ancient Tomb with Zhou Zhiruo, Yang Buhui had completely adapted to life as an emperor with countless concubines. Xiao Zhao could also be uninhibited when facing a group of women against one man, but she was not happy.

That day, Lin Yaoxie held Xiao Zhao alone and asked, "Don't you like this kind of life?"

Hearing Lin Yaoxie's sudden question, Xiao Zhao was taken aback, then smiled and said, "No, being with my husband and all my sisters is the happiest time of my life."

Lin Yaoxie knew that Xiao Zhao was telling the truth, but he also knew that Xiao Zhao had not said everything.

"So you're worried about your mother?"

Xiao Zhao looked up at Lin Yaoxie in disbelief, speechless. She didn't speak, but her face clearly showed a "How did you know?" expression.

Lin Yaoxie sat up, his hands kneading Xiao Zhao's two still-developing little rabbits: "Your mother is Granny Jin Hua, who was Dai Qisi of the Ming Cult back then. If I hadn't been trapped in the Ancient Tomb by your many sisters decades ago, the most beautiful woman in the Jianghu, the Purple-Robed Long Wang, would have been in my harem long ago."

Lin Yaoxie's gaze was cold, and he exerted a little force in his hand: "Actually, I've been regretting all these years why I didn't bring your mother here sooner, instead of letting that short-lived Han Qianye benefit from her."

The increased pressure caused Xiao Zhao to groan slightly in pain.

Lin Yaoxie immediately loosened his grip and kissed Xiao Zhao's full lips, his voice soft and tender: "But since I met you, Xiao Zhao, I've felt at peace. If I had killed Han Qianye earlier, Dai Qisi would have entered my arms decades sooner. But where would I have found my lovely Xiao Zhao then?"

After saying that, Lin Yaoxie mounted his horse and galloped across the newly sprouting green foliage.

Xiao Zhao is still young, but she has already developed a taste for this kind of intimate activity between men and women.

While panting, she scolded intermittently, "Husband, you, you're so bad. You're eating what's in your bowl, and you're still eyeing what's in the pot. You're so bad, so bad."

Lin Yaoxie quickened his pace: "If a man isn't bad, why would a woman love him? Xiao Zhao, you don't need to worry. As long as I get the Purple-Robed Long King into the Ancient Tomb as well, and turn her from your mother into your sister, how could she bear to complain about you while she's experiencing my blessings in the water?"

"This—" Xiao Zhao didn't finish her sentence before being overwhelmed by Lin Yaoxie's relentless attack and became breathless.

In the end, they had no choice but to compromise and acquiesce to Lin Yaoxie's next actions.

Far to the north of the ocean lies a perfect scenic spot where ice and fire blend together: Ice and Fire Island.

There was no one on Icefire Island originally, but after a stormy night twenty years ago, three people, two men and one woman, drifted here.

Of the two men, the older one had been blind since before he came ashore; he was Xie Xun.

The other man and woman were both very young; they would become Zhang Cuishan and his wife in the future.

Then came Zhang Wuji, and the rest of the story is well-known and needs no further explanation.

It is said that after Zhang Cuishan and his family of three left, Xie Xun stayed alone on Icefire Island, studying the secrets of the Long-Slaying Saber day and night, but he never figured it out.

On this day, Xie Xun, who had long been accustomed to the darkness, sat on a rock day and night, stroking his precious sword. However, his keen ears heard the sound of two people lying on the shore.

When God closes a door, He always opens a window.

Xie Xun was blind, but because of this, he developed exceptional hearing skills in an environment where he relied more heavily on his hearing.

He could hear that the two people who landed were still several hundred meters away from him, and judging from the sound of their legs splashing in the water, they should be two women.

Moreover, one of them was highly skilled in martial arts; if it weren't for Xie Xun at that moment, he almost wouldn't have been able to hear the sound of flowing water.

At first, Xie Xun thought it was Zhang Cuishan's family returning, because there had never been any outsiders on Icefire Island in all these years. This suggested that Icefire Island's location must be very special, as fishing and merchant ships would not normally pass by.

But then I thought about it again and realized something was wrong. If it really was Zhang Wuji's family returning, why would they be acting so suspiciously?

A blind person hates it most when others act suspiciously, because it signifies hostility.

Chapter 185: The Long King Meets the Lion King [Third Update]

"Who goes there?" If Xie Xun hadn't spent twenty years cultivating his mind and character on Icefire Island, he would never have possessed such good manners.

"Uncle Xie, don't be agitated. It's me. I'm Brother Wuji's friend." A girl's voice said.

Judging from the girl's voice, she should be under twenty years old. Xie Xun was probably no longer in the Central Plains when she was born, so of course he wouldn't recognize her.

"Wuji's friend?" Xie Xun was definitely not as happy as he had imagined.

"If you are Wuji's friend, have you ever heard Wuji mention the Lion Hunting Rabbit technique?" Xie Xun suddenly asked.

"I've heard of it, I've heard of it, this palm technique—" The girl stopped abruptly, and even if you couldn't see it, you could tell that someone had covered her mouth.

"Hmph, you little brat, you think you can fool me? You underestimate me!" Xie Xun sprang up suddenly, using his hearing to pinpoint the girl's location, and charged forward with a swipe of his Butcher's Blade.

It turns out that the technique of "Lion Hunting Rabbit" is not the same as the literal meaning. It is not a palm technique or grappling technique of the upper limbs, but a set of leg techniques.