Chapter 405: The Beauty in White Robes

Two riders traveled side-by-side on a mountain path; on the horses' backs were a man and a woman.

The man was dressed in black, his elegance peerless, his beauty as enchanting as a demon's; he truly possessed an appearance untainted by the dust of the mundane world.

The woman's features were eighty or ninety percent similar to the young man's, her white robes like snow, her beauty enough to topple cities and kingdoms.

They were the siblings Murong Wuzhu and Murong Tonghuang.

Unlike Yu Liancheng, who was well-traveled and had seen much of the world's scenery, this was Murong Wuzhu's first time traveling far from home; she would occasionally exclaim in surprise or giggle, truly as charming in her annoyance as in her delight.

But once the initial excitement faded, she became languid and bored, muttering complaints from time to time and secretly rubbing her buttocks.

After all, Murong Wuzhu was a refined young lady of a noble house and had almost never ridden a horse before.

At first, she didn't think much of it, but as time went on, she felt the tips of her buttocks aching from the jolting.

She secretly guessed in her heart that the heroines in those storybooks who roamed the pugilistic world and rode horses all day must have developed calluses on their inner thighs, and she found the thought secretly amusing.

Even she herself, had she not been diligently cultivating these past few days and possessed a decent foundation in martial arts, would likely have been unable to endure it, and her inner thighs would surely have been rubbed raw until they bled.

"The Heavenly Demon Great Art I taught you originates from the Heavenly Demon Strategy; the Heavenly Demon Great Art focuses primarily on illusion and transformation, and its most formidable aspect is that it allows one to act as one pleases, capable of harming others in any situation."

"The original Heavenly Demon Great Art had eighteen levels, but after my drastic revisions, only ten remain, yet their power is more than a step above the original version. Referencing the Martial Arts Ninth Grade, the first nine levels correspond to the Martial Arts Ninth Grade, and if you can reach the tenth level, even if you cannot reach the realm of Ascension to Immortality, you will not be far off."

The journey was quite boring, so Yu Liancheng began to explain the martial subtleties of the "Heavenly Demon Great Art" to Murong Wuzhu.

The "Heavenly Demon Great Art" originated from the Heavenly Demon Strategy, and after some adaptations, its power was no less than the "God of War Record," and its attributes were soft and yielding, suitable for women to cultivate, making it perfect to pass on to Murong Wuzhu.

At Murong Wuzhu's request, Xuanyuan Qingfeng had also been taught a copy.

This "Heavenly Demon Great Art" inherently possessed an "Absorption Method," which emphasized using formless power to steal the tangible essence of others.

After being revised by Yu Liancheng, it was blended with the mysteries of the Energy Absorption Great Art, having the effect of absorbing others' internal energy, though it was unclear if Xuanyuan Qingfeng would end up walking the same old path.

Along this journey, given Murong Wuzhu's previous temperament, she would normally have had no interest in listening to such dry and dull martial essentials, but for some reason, she was now able to listen patiently and practice diligently.

Just at this moment, Yu Liancheng raised an eyebrow and looked ahead, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth; it was time to check the results of his sister's cultivation during this period.

"Halt!"

With a sharp shout, a burly man lunged out from behind a tree.

This man had a face full of jowls, held a long saber, was bare-chested, and his muscles were knotted; one look told you he was not someone to be trifled with.

"Halt! This mountain was opened by me, and these trees were planted by me; if you want to pass through this road, leave behind..."

The burly man recited his lines quickly, as if he had memorized them by heart, but upon seeing the appearances of Yu Liancheng and Murong Wuzhu, his voice stopped abruptly, his eyes widened like copper bells, and he swallowed hard.

"Third Master, you haven't finished..."

A dozen more bandit men popped their heads out; they had originally wanted to remind the Third Master to maintain professional standards and at least finish the lines, but they were soon captivated by the radiance of the two, staring blankly at them, completely forgetting the world turned upside down.

"This woman belongs to me. For the next month—no, three months—of our take, whether it's women or wealth, I won't touch a single bit."

"Hiss, I want both of them. I am the Third Master, and what I say goes."

One bandit broke the silence first, and the gazes of the other marauders toward the two were also filled with greed; unwilling to give up, they began to clamor.

They were blinded by lust; such peerless figures were rare in the world, beauties capable of toppling kingdoms—how could mere marauders like them ever hope to lay a finger on them?

Before long, the leader called the Third Master suppressed all dissent, deciding to capture the two first before making further plans. With a lewd smile on his lips, he walked toward the two step by step: "Beauties, don't be afraid. I, Tian Guangbo, am the most tender and protective of the fair sex; I will treat you both very well."

Yu Liancheng shrank his neck, showing a look of fear: "Sister, I'm scared."

Murong Wuzhu giggled: "Don't be afraid, Sister is a heroine; Sister will protect you."

Having said that, she flipped off her horse, though she was not skilled enough and nearly fell to the ground. Her naive and charming appearance made the group of bandits burn with desire once more.

Yu Liancheng also smiled; he naturally did not take this group of bandits seriously.

Murong Wuzhu now had the strength of the Sixth Grade, and combined with the unpredictable nature of the "Heavenly Demon Great Art," it was more than enough to deal with a group of bandits.

Just at this moment, a blade of light flew out diagonally, and a whistling wind rose up.

Only the sound of continuous cutting rang out; the Third Master felt his heart tremble, his eyes unable to open or even see clearly amidst that lightning-fast, dazzling blade light.

Suddenly, his neck felt a pain, and a stream of hot liquid spilled out; the Third Master reached out to wipe it instinctively, his hand feeling sticky and smelling of blood.

At this very moment, the blade light retracted, and the wind ceased abruptly.

The Third Master looked at his fingers; it was blood.

Yet he fell straight down, a very shallow wound on his neck.

At the moment he fell, he vaguely caught sight of a figure of peerless grace.

At this time, on the mountain path, a dozen bandit corpses lay scattered on the ground, the look of fear on their faces just having frozen, each with a thin, long wound on their necks.

The speed of the person who struck and the precision of the blade technique were truly inconceivable.

A slender figure stood amidst the corpses.

The newcomer had a slender build, dressed in white robes like snow, untainted by dust.

Her dark eyebrows were like paintings, her phoenix eyes were like peach blossoms, long and alluring.

As her gaze shifted, it seemed to ripple with something known as autumn waves.

She was extraordinarily beautiful, not like a figure of the human world.

She wore two sabers at her left waist, which only added to her heroic and spirited appearance.

"What a handsome person."

Murong Wuzhu praised; except for the lack of any rise in the chest, she could almost match her own peerlessly elegant brother.

Yu Liancheng wore a smile and cupped his hands: "Many thanks to the heroine for saving us."

Based on this peerless grace and this beautiful blade technique, he vaguely guessed the newcomer's identity and couldn't help but glance twice at her chest.

It was indeed as flat as a plain.

He wondered if it hurt to bind it so tightly.

Hearing the address of "heroine" from Yu Liancheng's mouth, the woman's pair of extremely beautiful dark eyebrows subconsciously furrowed slightly, but she did not refute it.

She narrowed her peach-blossom eyes, also surprised by the beauty of the two sisters, Yu Liancheng and Murong Wuzhu.

Perhaps for the beauty in white, this was the first time she had seen someone whose appearance could rival her own.

However, the beauty in the white robe was quite disdainful toward Yu Liancheng, snorting coldly: "A real man who cannot even protect a woman, what use is such a skin? He might as well find a tree and bash his head in."

Yu Liancheng shrugged: "Actually, I am very formidable."

Seeing Yu Liancheng being looked down upon, Murong Wuzhu not only failed to help explain, but instead covered her mouth and giggled.

"Suit yourself." The beauty in the white robe, however, could not be bothered to say another word to Yu Liancheng; she leaped, her body like a flying swan, and vanished before long.

"Hehe, does Tonghuang want big sister to help you find a tree? This one here is quite sturdy." Murong Wuzhu laughed incessantly, her silver-bell-like laughter echoing endlessly, laughing until her stomach ached.

Yu Liancheng raised an eyebrow and said angrily: "Don't laugh. If you laugh again, I'll spank you."

Murong Wuzhu giggled: "What kind of skill is it to take your anger out on big sister? If you have the ability, go spank that white-robed heroine. Come to think of it, the heroine's grace is natural; she is a perfect match for you."

Yu Liancheng rolled his eyes and said viciously: "Don't let me run into that white-robed wench again, or I'll definitely show her what's what. And that mountain bandit who lacks professional ethics, I should have a heart-to-heart talk with him."

It was just a pity that they did not encounter the white-robed heroine or the mountain bandit for the rest of the journey.

A town could already be seen in the distance.

And not long after Yu Liancheng entered the small town.

An old donkey, showing signs of complete exhaustion, stepped with its hooves and slowly entered the town.

A youth dressed as a page boy was riding the donkey backward, and beside him was a middle-aged man of average appearance, holding a Peach Blossom plucked from who knows where, his fingers gently twirling it.