Schatzkammer von Jianghu

Kapitel 74

Besides those whose sects were attacked, the remaining individuals were: An Jie, Chai Jincai, Elder Zhu, Lan Jun, and Lin Qingyu. Lin Qingyu was rescued by Young Master Xue and was not abducted by the Twin Tang Staffs, but instead suffered injuries to both arms from the girl in white. Songbai also mentioned a detail: the person in blue looked remarkably like Wu Xuan in both physique and appearance, making it difficult to discern that they were an imposter.

Leng Shuangcheng's list did not include Yuwen Xiaobai and Nan Jingqi, leading him to speculate that Xiaobai's swordsmanship was so superb that it would be difficult for the attackers to succeed, or that he was already on his way to Jiangning and had calmed down.

Qiu Yeyi's gaze fell on the intelligence for a moment, and he made a deduction. Usually, his deductions were the results, so everyone listened to his calm and unhurried voice echoing in the room and remained silent.

"Last night, the Tantric methods were consistent. The master, Shuxue, subdued everyone with two Tang staffs. I have seen her in person, and she should be a genuine woman. Capturing the three elders was the most difficult, so she first disguised herself as the dead Wu Xuan to bewitch their minds, then separated the three elders and defeated them one by one. Her martial arts were not inconceivably high; she must have used some kind of trickery from Japan, taking advantage of the moonlight and darkness to succeed, such as hypnosis and 'human face peach blossom.' Those with slightly weak internal energy would have been captured alive."

Linghui had never seen anything so bizarre before, and her face turned pale. Chengxiang sighed and escorted her to the South Garden to comfort her.

“Shu Xue uses Ice Cicada Silk (which Zi Ying used before) to control Shuang Tang Gun’s body. Unlike the corpse-driving technique in Xiangxi, this strangeness is indeed terrifying,” Leng Shuangcheng added.

"Why arrest those few people separately?" Zhao Yingcheng had this question in his mind after looking at the list.

Qiu Yeyi's hawk-like eyes slowly swept over the people in the hall, and she said coldly, "This time there's no mistake. She took those people hostage, and she definitely wants to make a move against Bixie Manor first."

A murmur rippled through the crowd. Qiu Ye glanced at them with his sword, and after a moment of silence, he continued, "The Double Tang Staff's bodies were likely stolen by the Japanese organization, and their bodies were controlled with drugs. Their martial arts moves are predictable and nothing to fear. If I'm not mistaken, the Secret Sect has captured so many people because, after the Double Tang Staff's success, they're going to create 'drug-man' figures to conquer various sects. Young Master, with the bloodshed imminent, the Martial Arts Tournament must be held ahead of schedule."

Zhao Yingcheng nodded, cupped his hands in greeting, and left the central courtyard to begin spreading the news. Leng Shuangcheng still had a few blind spots in her mind. She opened her lips towards Qiu Yeyijian, and as she had guessed, Qiu Yeyijian understood lip reading.

Qiu Yeyi understood what she meant; she wanted to see Lin Qingluan. Now, dressed in an elegant blue robe, Leng Shuangcheng was graceful and poised, as dignified and beautiful as a green bamboo in a courtyard or a lotus in a winding garden. Yet, the suppressed, unapproachable aura emanating from her made people feel awe and coldness—she had gathered her strength and was just waiting for the moment to erupt.

A gentle light shone in his eyes, his dark, jade-like pupils fixed on her, as he extended his left palm. Leng Shuangcheng stared blankly for a moment, then shook her head and walked away silently.

If she wasn't mistaken, Shu Xue's actions were definitely for Qiu Ye Yi Jian, a man who, in her eyes, was slightly more intelligent and slightly more powerful than the average person.

However, it irreversibly brought her so much pain and disaster. She dared not recall the life she had lived in the cold rain and ice blades, but she was willing to bear the hardships that were about to come.

Lin Qingluan didn't expect to see Leng Shuangcheng again so soon. The two looked at each other, each lost in their own thoughts, and remained silent.

Leng Shuangcheng's eyes flashed with a cold light, like a silver waterfall embedded in a dark forest, exuding a chilling aura that pierced the heart. This was not the usually gentle and refined Leng Shuangcheng; even in her rage, she should have been the woman who could calmly crush the side of the boat without batting an eye.

Why does she always express her joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness without reservation when she's with him?

Lin Qingluan silently gazed at that calm and composed face, pondering in her heart.

The smoke-filled light danced around the two men, making the prison cell seem even more oppressive and bitter. Lin Qingluan felt a pang of pain in her heart, and blood seeped from her trembling shoulders. "Wu You is dead. Your master killed him," Leng Shuangcheng said calmly as he saw the wound on his finger.

Lin Qingluan took a few steps back, sat cross-legged on the seat, and lowered his head in deep thought. Leng Shuangcheng stared at his amber eyes with her hands hanging down, and said coldly, "Why did you kill Wu You? Do you know that I still wanted to take him back to the Leng family ancestral home to see it? To see the red maple leaves and green waters, to see the ancient ferry at sunset, to see the place where I grew up!" She took a few steps closer, stretched out her fair and slender right palm, and pointed it directly at Lin Qingluan's neck, saying again, "Lin Qingluan, I'm so angry I could kill someone right now. Are you still not going to tell the truth?"

Lin Qingluan's handsome face turned pale, and she sighed, "Miss is so clever, she still knows I wasn't telling the truth... As always, could you tell me how you figured it out first?"

"Last night, the Tantric sect committed murder and arson everywhere, but your private room was completely undamaged. Do you think this is just a coincidence? Shu Xue is only fifteen or sixteen years old. How much cultivation could she possibly have? Yet she defeated a thousand people in a row. Do you think there's nothing strange about this place?" The wind carried the fragrance of madder in June, gently lifting Leng Shuangcheng's plain clothes. Her sleeve knot had already fluttered down to Lin Qingluan's chin.

Lin Qingluan looked at her strong and slender fingers, her expression unchanged, only sighing: "Miss Leng, please calm down... If I wanted to harm you, I would have done it long ago..." Leng Shuangcheng sensed the hidden meaning in his words, abruptly withdrew her right palm, and curled up behind her back: "It seems that your mission in Qingzhou is not as simple as ambushing Wu You."

A breeze blew through the window, scattering crape myrtle petals like snowflakes onto Lin Qingluan's chest, adorning the hem of his robes with a few bright spots, adding a touch of serene beauty to his handsome and dashing appearance. He took a small purple flower and said softly, "Miss Leng, you really don't need to hate me so much. I'm about to die, and I'm staying here only to see you a few more times."

The blow struck Leng Shuangcheng like a flood, leaving her swaying and unable to stand. She could only clench her fists tightly and say, "Speak!"

“I am by nature indifferent to worldly affairs and pursue transcendence. My master knew I could not achieve great things and had long abandoned me. When I ambushed Wu Youwo, I let you go, but I was immediately forced to take a poison before drinking water. Unless I kill you within seven days to obtain the antidote, there is no cure. In order to see you, I am waiting for Qiu Ye Yijian to come.”

"The young master of the secret sect is called Huang Yushuxue. She is actually my half-sister. Because she has been familiar with secret arts since childhood and can change between male and female, she has the characteristics of a lone owl when she is in male form. All her secret arts are successful when performed at night. Moreover, her greatest interest in life is to capture Qiuye Yijian."

"Since she can remember, Shuxue has been rumored to have been influenced by an extremely mysterious and elegant man, and she has never forgotten the name Qiuye Yijian. Since then, she has been obsessively and frantically collecting all information related to him. I suspect that this invasion of the Central Plains was also to defeat him. She killed Wu You, probably to make you suffer and attract his attention."

It turns out there are such morbid people in this world; it turns out her previous vague guesses were all true.

Leng Shuangcheng felt a wave of dizziness, stumbled back a few steps, and steadied herself against the white wall. The successive blows had left her face beyond description as someone drowning. A vague, disillusioning sorrow gripped her heart in a fleeting moment. If there were a wind, why didn't it carry away her pain? If the sun shone brightly, why didn't it show mercy to the overgrown, dark corners?

Her face was pale as she stumbled away, as if she had just used all her strength to avoid Wu Sanshou's corpse. The figure in light robes disappeared into the distance, and then a white-clad figure strode confidently into the room, hands clasped behind his back. Lin Qingluan looked into those icy, snow-white phoenix eyes and slowly closed her own.

"Lin Qingluan, I will spare your life today because you didn't harm my wife."

The stream flowed gently, and the petals of the trumpet creeper fell like snowflakes. The deep green grass before the steps was vibrant with life. Several crape myrtle blossoms brushed against Leng Shuangcheng's shoulders and arms, which she brushed off with annoyance. She walked across the winding covered bridge, past the lotus flowers by the clear water, past many shadowy figures, and finally stopped before the dark green bamboo.

An Jie once received her bamboo staff here, and the mission at Changshan Mountain has not yet ended.

Leng Shuangcheng looked up at the bamboo, its soaring, elegant form calming her mind. She touched the slender bamboo before her, then turned around. Qiu Ye stood with his hands behind his back, sword at his side, his eyebrows like ink paintings, a faint smile playing on his lips, a touch of intimacy that softened his handsome, aloof face—a delicate care as if touching a precious treasure.

The smile lines, like petals drifting on the water's surface, gradually widened, carrying an aura as intense as the sun. It was as if the ice-sculpted young master had come to life the moment he saw her. Leng Shuangcheng's heart stirred, and she asked earnestly, "Have you been following me all this time?" Qiu Yeyi walked over, took her wrist, and said, "I'm glad you didn't lash out at me this time."

His answer was irrelevant, but the clever Leng Shuangcheng knew that his joy was genuine. She sighed and said, "Although you are always the culprit, I really can't bring myself to hate you... so I'm actually quite happy to see you now."

The room was cool and silent, white gauze curtains fluttering gently in the breeze like celestial beings, and the handsome man sitting quietly by the window made everything look like a painting. Leng Shuangcheng, seemingly part of that painting, spoke directly, causing Qiu Yeyijian's expression to change: "Young Master, I wish to go to Baishi Mountain." Seeing his cold and indifferent face, she knew how things would end.

"Come here." Qiu Yeyi stretched out her hands again, revealing her knees. The brocade-striped sleeves fluttered in the wind, making her look even more elegant. Leng Shuangcheng thought silently for a moment. Wu You, Lin Qingluan, and others weighed heavily on her heart, making it hard for her to breathe. Now that she was close to him, she might really be able to breathe a sigh of relief. So she immediately did as she was told and went over.

Qiu Yeyi held her tightly in his arms, clasping her hands in his, coaxing her to forget her worries: "Do you remember the past?" A fragrance, more exquisite than summer flowers, emanated from him, ethereal and delicate, seeping into her heart and lungs. His long, strong fingers gently caressed her palms, making her tremble slightly. "I don't remember." Feigning ignorance was Leng Shuangcheng's usual skill.

Qiu Ye lowered her head and bit her chest through her clothes: "How did you torture me at the Ye residence? How did you respond when you helped Hongxiu out of her predicament? If you still don't remember, it's not as simple as just scratching an itch through your clothes."

Leng Shuangcheng pushed away his restless hand, shifting her body slightly to avoid him. "Ah... I remember. Back then, Young Master was..." She had barely uttered the word "Young Master" when Qiu Yeyi's left hand slipped inside her clothes and caressed her, his eyes filled with warning. Leng Shuangcheng gasped, both ashamed and angry, "I knew I shouldn't have gotten so close to you." She began struggling to jump off his lap.

Qiu Ye tightened his grip on her waist with his sword and hissed, "Don't move, or I won't be able to hold back." Leng Shuangcheng knew the ambiguous meaning of those words, and she dared not move again. She could only watch helplessly as he took her breasts, his cool lips moving from top to bottom and then slipping inside her neckline.

17. Sinking

A delicate fragrance wafted through the air, and a chilling heat surged through Leng Shuangcheng's chest and abdomen. Qiu Yeyi's thin yet firm lips had already captured her nipple, savoring it repeatedly. She had never dared to underestimate his abilities; his hands and lips seemed to possess magic, leaving everything they touched soft and boneless, her defenses crumbling.

The bright light shone through the gauze window, and Leng Shuangcheng, who was leaning against Qiuye's shoulder, was affected by it, her heart becoming lighter. She suddenly wrapped her arms around Qiuye's neck, her half-undone breasts pressed tightly against his slightly panting chest, without any gap: "Qiuye, tonight... tonight is okay? Not now."

Seeing her so close to him, Qiu Yeyijian released her waist, his right hand already eagerly slipping inside her clothes, his other hand encompassing all her curves. Her skin was soft and moist, trembling gently. He increased the pressure in his hand, asking in a low, husky voice, "Why?"

"I...I'm not ready yet." Leng Shuangcheng gripped her wrists, pressing herself tightly against him, trying her best to prevent him from succeeding. Qiu Yeyi's eyes were dark as he looked directly into her pupils, then lowered his head to kiss her lips, occasionally mumbling, "A delaying tactic? I want your body now." Leng Shuangcheng looked away, her breathing erratic, "I will never go back on my word...Let me go first."

Qiu Ye, her face deeply restrained by the allure of her desire, held onto her hands and lips, their entanglement lasting long before she reluctantly withdrew from his embrace, sensing the impending climax. Leng Shuangcheng, having made his decision, remained still, not daring to ignite a wildfire, and continued his earlier conversation: "Qiu Ye, I know you've had a hard time… don't move your hands… please listen to me talk to you, okay?"

"Mmm." His lips found that rosy tinge again, and he responded with a reluctant, hoarse voice. Leng Shuangcheng tugged at his wrist, panting, "Just now, you followed behind me without saying a word. I remembered that morning after Hongxiu came to my rescue, the cold fog was thick and white, and you returned to the Ye residence covered in frost. I followed behind you like that too, my heart filled with unbearable panic..."

Qiu Ye Yijian suddenly raised his head and bit her last word: "Leng Shuangcheng, you're just here to torment me. You must have a purpose in saying this, but I can't think of anything right now... I'll come back tonight and enjoy you properly." Leng Shuangcheng's eyes narrowed, and she chuckled awkwardly, having no choice but to let him grope and plunder her body indiscriminately. She urged him several times before finally sending the god-like young master away.

Clear water flowed through her fingers, like a lover's tender and lingering kiss. Leng Shuangcheng dared not linger any longer, hurriedly washed her face, straightened her clothes, and walked slowly toward the lotus pond.

A warm summer breeze caressed his face, seemingly transporting him back to a sunny, tranquil field, where flowers bloomed in profusion, swaying gently in the wind. Leng Shuangcheng took a deep breath of the fragrant air, cleared the rocks by the pond, and sat down. He held a few pebbles in his hand, flicking them lightly one by one. The pebbles, like snowflakes, traced arcs in and out of the water, splashing and disappearing into the lotus leaves.

Qiu Yeyi occasionally passed by the pond and saw Leng Shuangcheng quietly enjoying the scenery and relaxing, which reassured him somewhat. He glanced at Bi Tou, who was serving him, and stared intently at her before leaving with his usual indifference.

Leng Shuangcheng sat by the pond for a long time, silently recalling the drawing Wu Sanshou had made for her. Fallen petals drifted on the pond's surface, like a few white sails rippling on a vast, clear lake. She stared intently at the petals, a smile breaking across her lips. Bi Tou, somewhat nervous, cautiously asked, "Madam... ah... Shuangcheng, what has piqued your curiosity?"

Leng Shuangcheng had not yet fully recovered from the grief of Wu Youzhi's death. Upon hearing the news, she merely smiled faintly, showing neither sorrow nor joy: "Miss Bitou, would you like to accompany me to the market? Wu Youzhi has recently passed away, and I would like to buy some clothes for his cenotaph. I was unable to cure his gray hair while he was alive, so let me prepare some medicinal herbs to commemorate him after his death."

That night, the candlelight flickered under the magnolia lampshade, falling on Qiu Yeyijian's beautifully profiled face, like the bright moon emerging from a mountain stream. Her focused gaze and flawless, snow-white face possessed an indescribable, profound, and breathtaking beauty.

Before the lamplight, beneath the covers, feet; within the tent, sounds. Every woman must undergo this transformative process. Leng Shuangcheng was more of a self-reminder: having chosen to give herself to Qiu Yeyijian, she could never regret it. She gripped the edge of her clothes tightly, and after making her resolve, she threw herself into his arms like a moth to a flame. A slight smile played on Qiu Yeyijian's lips as he said softly, "You're such a fool. What was supposed to be a tender moment has been turned into something as tragic as martyrdom. Haven't I endured enough?" With a teasing tone, his hands calmly removed her last garment.

A tall, slender, pale figure was revealed before him. Qiu Yeyijian's lips fell upon the wound on her right shoulder, his right hand cupping her soft breasts, exploring and teasing them, his breath quickening. Leng Shuangcheng still clasped her wrists together, her face flushed with embarrassment as she clung to him, her lips tightly sealed, not uttering a word. Qiu Yeyijian lifted her up and placed her on the large, feather-covered bed, pressing his naked, taut body against hers.

Leng Shuangcheng's eyes were dark and clear, shimmering with a hint of moisture, her face flushed like a red silk sleeve. Qiu Yeyi lowered his handsome face to hers, his warm lips lightly kissing her cheek to soothe her nervousness, before moving to her chest, which he had been longing for, and sucking on her white breasts. The bluish-purple marks on her white mounds had not yet faded, and now they were heavily marked with his kisses. After a few tongue thrusts, the crimson on her chest bloomed like flowers in the night breeze.

He teased, kissed, sucked, and licked, his thin lips testing different pressures. Noticing Leng Shuangcheng's chest trembling and hardening, he viciously licked her nipples: "Say it out... I want to see you call my name." Leng Shuangcheng remained silent, ashamed. Qiu Yeyi's long fingers half-scooped up her right breast, his cool fingertips slowly brushing over the purple nipple, his thumb gently caressing it, causing Leng Shuangcheng to gasp and tremble. This repeated torment left her chest completely bare. Leng Shuangcheng's body was numb and weak, and she could only tremble as she cried out, "No... let me go, I'm afraid I can't bear you..."

Qiu Ye Yijian's eyes were dark and alluring as he smiled, his hand moving towards her lower body. "Of course I won't let you go. I'll make the most of your moments." His hand ignited a fire, flowing relentlessly towards the base of her thighs. His fingers caressed her wetness, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips: "...Just right." Leng Shuangcheng was so ashamed she was about to cry, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him away: "Ugh...you beast." Qiu Ye Yijian raised his phoenix eyes, his fingers continuing their torment, his burning lips biting her again, laughing: "Be good, it'll be over in a minute."

Their lips intertwined in a passionate kiss, his supple tongue teasing her tender tongue, unexpectedly kissing her and refusing to let go. Leng Shuangcheng opened her eyes wide in horror, clearly seeing Qiu Yeyi's handsome and complete face reflected in them. His deep eyes seemed to gaze into the depths of her pupils, and with a burning thrust, he slid into her delicate flower-like opening and began to slowly thrust in and out.

“…So tight.” He tightened his jaw, his handsome features becoming more rigid. Seeing her cheeks turn pale, he tenderly pulled away while kissing her.

Colorful gauze curtains, embroidered with vibrant flowers, cascaded down from above like clusters of cattails. Under his thrusts, varying in depth, Leng Shuangcheng felt as if all the stars in the sky had fallen. Qiu Yeyijian didn't miss any opportunity to fill the gaps in her body, wanting to be considerate of her first experience of intimacy. Unfortunately, the burning passion in his heart made him thrust shallowly, breathing in and out an almost explosive heat.

That long-lost panic was now deeply contained within her, truly and intensely fused together.

His eyes grew even darker and deeper as he pursed his lips and asked, "Leng Shuangcheng, look at me. Who am I?"

Leng Shuangcheng cried out in pain, "Qiu Ye Yijian, you..."

Qiu Yeyi's expression changed, and his body suddenly straightened up, almost piercing through her deep secret point. He said in a low voice, "Say it again."