Chapter 627
Xiahou Wu's Fury
Shan Ying did not move.
She didn't dare.
She knew better than anyone that turning the tide meant the complete collapse of her defenses.
All her orifices were exposed, and she was only wearing a thin nightgown. Her skin could clearly feel the coolness in the air, and even her breathing was somewhat restrained and hesitant.
Feng Yuxiu did not urge him.
His hand slowly moved down from her waist, stopping below her lower abdomen. Through the thin fabric, his palm steadily covered her, the force gentle yet carrying an inescapable control.
Dan Ying suddenly arched her back, her spine taut in a tight arc, her fingertips unconsciously gripping the bed sheet beneath her, even the lines of her shoulders and neck tensed up.
“Here,” he said, applying slight pressure with his hand, his tone calm yet laced with underlying tension, “is the root of the Ren meridian, the sea of Qi and blood. If stagnation is not removed, it will eventually become a hidden danger.”
He's lying.
The Ren meridian is already open, so how can there be any talk of stagnation?
But the warmth emanating from his palm, the subtle infiltration of internal energy, and the almost imperceptible touch of his fingertips brushing the edge all silently revealed that what he wanted was never healing.
The strange sensation spread along the fabric, throwing her into a state of turmoil.
“Do it yourself,” he said, his voice low as the night breeze rustling through the eaves, carrying a faint sigh and an air of ambiguity, “or I can help you.”
A long silence enveloped the room.
The only sounds were the intertwined breathing of the two people, intermingled with the occasional chirping of insects outside the window, each second feeling like a taut pull on their already tense nerves.
Dan Ying's fingers gripped the bed sheet tightly, her knuckles turning white.
She should have refused, she should have resisted, but her body betrayed her reason first.
That nameless fire, which had quietly ignited in Liuxiang, had long since burned through all restraint and self-control, leaving only an empty, burning anxiety coursing through every part of my body.
She needed some solid support to calm her chaotic inner turmoil, and a complete sense of stability to end the torment that had plagued her all night.
Finally, she slowly, with an uncontrollable tremor, turned over.
Lying on her back facing him, moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating her flushed cheeks, misty eyes, and the slight rise and fall of her chest as her emotions surged.
The collar of her nightgown had come undone from the movement, revealing a slender collarbone that, along with the soft curves below, added a touch of unwitting allure.
Feng Yuxiu's gaze deepened, a dark current surging in his eyes, his gaze fixed on her with undisguised inquiry and possessiveness.
He reached out, his fingertips lightly touching the ties of her nightgown. With a gentle hook, the garment slipped open slightly, exposing the skin from her neck to her shoulders to the moonlight and his gaze.
Dan Ying abruptly closed her eyes, her last bit of shyness causing her to turn her head away, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, but she finally let down all her guard, even her tense shoulder lines gradually softening.
When his warm palm touched her chest without any obstruction, a suppressed sigh escaped from her lips, hiding panic and indescribable trembling, falling into the air with her breath.
"Shanzhong." His fingertips pressed on the acupoint, but the force was not at all like a healing steady pressure. Instead, it was deliberately lingering and hesitant. With alternating light and heavy pressure, his internal energy penetrated the acupoint at different depths, bringing waves of slightly numb warmth that quietly spread along the meridians to the limbs and bones.
Dan Ying's fingers sank deep into the sheets, her legs unconsciously pressed together, the heat in her body became more pronounced, and the emptiness became more intense.
Feng Yuxiu's hand slowly moved down, brushing over her trembling lower abdomen, stopping at the edge of her nightgown. His fingertips hooked the fabric, but he didn't rush to make a move, only lingering on the edge with a hint of teasing. His patience was full of flirtation.
"Guan Yuan," he whispered, placing his palm on the lowest part of her abdomen. Even through the thin fabric, the heat was still clearly visible, making her tremble slightly.
Dan Ying's breathing became completely disordered.
Opening her eyes, she gazed at him so close to her through teary eyes. In the moonlight, his silhouette appeared even more profound, inexplicably stirring a deeper, more secret response within her body.
Her voice trembled slightly, a mixture of pleading and a dependence she herself was unaware of, utterly broken.
Feng Yuxiu leaned down, his lips almost touching her earlobe, his warm breath brushing against her ear as he whispered seductively, "Don't hold back."
As soon as he finished speaking, his hand twitched slightly.
Her nightgown was gently pulled aside, and the cool air brushed against her skin, causing her to shiver slightly. She instinctively grabbed his sleeve.
He leaned closer, and the moment their skin touched, she stiffened, then went completely limp, burying her face in his shoulder, her suppressed moans hidden in her breath.
At that very moment, outside the gate of He Yi Men, Xiahou Wu, travel-worn and weary, pushed open the heavy wooden door.
He traveled through the night, and Shan Ying's trembling voice on the phone, saying "I miss you," along with her suppressed and uneasy breathing, made him restless and eager to return home.
In the dead of night, when all was quiet, a faint yet clear whisper, enough to pierce the darkness, came from the depths of the martial arts school the moment he stepped into the front yard. It was Ah Ying's voice.
Xiahou Wu abruptly stopped, his hand still gripping the door knocker, his knuckles turning white instantly.
The fragility in her voice, and a subtle, indescribable tremor that he dared not discern, pierced his chest like an ice pick.
The night breeze, carrying the slight warmth of early summer, swept through the courtyard, but it almost froze his blood, and his aura instantly turned somber.
Deep inside the martial arts school, in Shan Ying's room, a brief pause followed a soft chant.
The surging energy within their Ren meridians seemed to have found its home, flowing quietly along the point where the two were touching, igniting into a silent warmth.
Feng Yuxiu propped himself up on one hand beside her head, leaning down to gaze at her.
Her sweat-dampened skin gleamed with a hazy sheen, and the confusion and vulnerability in her eyes were fully captured by him.
He watched as she gradually shed all pretense from her aloof and self-possessed demeanor as the vice sect leader, transforming into the trembling, candid body before him.
“Look at me.” He said in a low voice, with an unquestionable command.
Shan Ying opened her red, tear-filled eyes and looked at him.
Her hand had somehow climbed up his back, her fingertips digging deep into his taut muscles, as if trying to grasp some kind of support.
The moonlight outside the window gradually slanted westward, and the night grew deeper.
Dan Ying lay limp on the bed, motionless, tears silently streaming down her face, not from pain, but from some inexplicable emotion.
The principles and boundaries that had been upheld for more than 20 years were broken by this man in the most direct way on this night, and then reshaped in another form.
Feng Yuxiu slowly stepped back, sat on the edge of the bed, and turned his back to her.
Moonlight shone on his strong back, and sweat slowly slid down his spine. He didn't speak, but quietly calmed his breathing, as if the intense fusion just now was nothing more than a deep internal energy adjustment.
After a long while, he stood up, picked up his clothes from the floor, and calmly put them on, one by one. His movements were unhurried, and his expression remained indifferent, as if the tenderness just moments before had been nothing but an illusion. Once dressed, he walked to the bedside and gazed down at her.
Dan Ying remained lying there, her face streaked with tears, her skin covered with the marks he had left behind. She kept her eyes tightly shut, unwilling to look at him again, the lingering warmth of their ambiguous relationship still lingering around her.
Feng Yuxiu turned and walked out of the room, standing in the courtyard of Heyi Gate, his figure hidden in the darkness.
In the shadows cast by the doorway, Xiahou Wu had been standing there for a long time, his face as cold and hard as ice, his whole body exuding an aura of death, and the anger in his eyes almost consuming him.
The junior sister he cherished and protected since childhood, like a bright moon, had her world completely invaded by another man tonight.
He heard her crying, heard her suppressed voice, those sounds like dull knives, repeatedly cutting into his heart, and anger burned wildly in his chest, almost threatening to devour him.
This woman who betrayed him!
Tonight, he will ensure that the reputation of the Unity Sect remains intact; no living person will remain behind that gate.
Feng Yuxiu raised an eyebrow, showing no surprise at Xiahou Wu's appearance. His voice carried a hint of amusement and provocation: "I thought you would continue to endure this. To be honest... your junior sister is mine now," he paused, "while you are only fit to eavesdrop."
creak.
Xiahou Wu locked the door behind him, the sound particularly jarring in the quiet night.
His gaze first swept up the building, filled with extreme restraint and pain, before he slowly walked to the left.
Feng Yuxiu instantly understood Xiahou Wu's intention. A cold smile appeared on his lips as he took two steps back to the right, completely disappearing into the deeper darkness.
Sure enough, Xiahou Wu stopped.
He intended to move to the side and use the dim light to see Feng Yuxiu's face clearly.
Xiahou Wu connected the person in front of him with Weng Haisheng from last time, but the two were different in height, and that person was a cripple, while the person in front of him had all four limbs intact, especially his lower body was as stable as an iron wall, and his aura was even more fierce.
But the fact that the other party could see through his actions in an instant, and this vigilance and skill, made him even more suspicious.
Unless you stand within three meters of the other person, you can't see their face clearly at all, and a distance of three meters is enough for a martial arts master's killing move to be unleashed instantly.
Xiahou Wu was certain that the person he had been tracking last time was not the same person as the one in front of him, and the case that Hong Ye had been investigating suddenly came to mind.
Hong Ye had fought two people before. The second one was the cripple. Could the first one be the one in front of him?
"You killed Hong Ye, didn't you? And Shao Henian and the others too." Xiahou Wu's voice was cold. "They were hiding it quite well..."
He showed no sign of impatience, his gaze fixed intently on Feng Yuxiu in the darkness.
In terms of martial arts, he is also at the top level in the mainland. Even if the opponent is a master, he is confident that he can defeat him.
His skills were already superior to Shao Henian's.
Feng Yuxiu raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with surprise, deliberately provoking, "Your junior sister is being tender with me right now, and you can still hold back your temper? Are you just pretending to be calm, or are you just enduring this pain?"
He took two steps forward, looking Xiahou Wu up and down, his eyes full of mockery.
This was the first time he had seen Xiahou Wu and heard him speak so closely since his death in his previous life. The grudges and hatred from the past surged quietly in his heart.
Xiahou Wu stared intently at the figure in the darkness, his face expressionless: "I know all the prominent figures in the martial arts world. Who exactly are you?"
Feng Yuxiu sneered, his tone flippant, "Xiahou Wu, you watched me take your junior sister, and you still haven't launched an attack. Instead, you're only concerned with probing my strength. You really have a lot of patience."
Xiahou Wu twisted his wrist slightly, his knuckles cracking, took a deep breath, and said with a resolute tone, "It doesn't matter, you're going to die today anyway."
A hint of excitement flashed in Feng Yuxiu's eyes, and he reminded him with a playful tone: "This is modern society, murder is illegal. What? The president of the Foshan Martial Arts Association, the head of the He Yi Sect, and the martial arts instructor of the Hong Kong Mobile Police Corps, is going to disregard the law and kill someone? If you kill me tonight, you will not escape the law either. Your status, position, and half a lifetime of hard work will all be reduced to nothing."
Xiahou Wu did not answer, but his aura suddenly surged. He instantly stood up and attacked, his fists fierce, aiming straight for Feng Yuxiu's vital points.
Feng Yuxiu took out a white undergarment from his bosom.
It was picked up from Shan Ying's bed, and she used it as a face mask, covering most of her face.
He stood sideways, his left arm slightly bent into a bridge shape, and his right hand lightly pressed against his waist, assuming a defensive posture.
Xiahou Wu stepped forward with his right foot, his left hand held upright like a knife in front of his chest, and his right hand sank to his side. With his fist extended, his center of gravity was as stable as an old tree with deep roots.
The next second, Feng Yuxiu shot out like a snapped bowstring, his left hand suddenly straightening, his two fingers aimed straight for his throat, but halfway there he abruptly changed his move into a fist.
Instead of retreating, Xiahou Wu advanced, his right palm sweeping diagonally upwards to deflect the incoming fist with a Wing Chun arm strike, while his left palm silently pressed down on Feng Yuxiu's heart socket, each move ruthless.
Before the palm strike arrived, Feng Yuxiu inhaled and tucked his abdomen in, narrowly dodging the attack by three inches. At the same time, his right leg lashed out like a whip, his toes pointed straight at Xiahou Wu's knee, Yanglingquan.
Xiahou Wu lowered his elbow to intercept the leg strike with his arm bone, the dull thud like a wooden mallet hitting a pillar. Both men retreated half a step, their breathing slightly disordered.
The second round came even faster and more fiercely.
Feng Yuxiu suddenly crouched down and lunged forward, unleashing a barrage of punches with both fists. His movements were characterized by short, narrow stances and hard punches, each punch piercing the air with a series of crisp cracking sounds, demonstrating astonishing power.
Xiahou Wu retreated three steps, then suddenly stopped. His right palm, like a claw reaching out from the clouds, precisely grabbed Feng Yuxiu's wrist, a Wing Chun grappling technique.
"Capture?" Feng Yuxiu grinned, letting the other party grab his pulse point. His entire arm twitched and twisted like a snake, using the force of the meridian rotation to slip out of the capture technique. At the same time, his elbow struck Xiahou Wu's chin.
This technique, derived from the golden silk wrist-wrapping joint lock, has been modified by him to be sharp and ruthless, full of killing moves.
Xiahou Wu leaned back to avoid the attack, his elbow brushing against his Adam's apple, leaving a burning pain.
He flipped backward, using the momentum of his inverted position to kick out with both legs in a series of powerful thrusts, like a wild horse galloping.
Feng Yuxiu crossed his arms and blocked him with a hard block, but was kicked back several steps, leaving two clear shoe prints on his forearms.
Feng Yuxiu grinned, his tone tinged with admiration and amusement: "Much more ferocious than his moves a few years later... but..."
He glanced around, then suddenly leaped towards the wall.
He originally wanted Xiahou Wu dead, as Xiahou Wu was no match for him in a single move, given his skill level. However, Xiahou Wu absolutely could not die now, much less die at his hands.
Otherwise, a military court would be waiting for him.
Given his current status and position, he cannot trade his life for someone like Xiahou Wu.
Xiahou Wu glared at the second-floor window with a sinister look in his eyes, his eyes surging with boundless rage and pain. He then climbed over the wall and chased after Feng Yuxiu.
Through the crack in the second-floor window, Shan Ying covered her lips, her eyes filled with disbelief as she watched Feng Yuxiu's departing figure. (End of Chapter)