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Meng Hao's heart raced with urgency as he moved swiftly through the bamboo forest, the moonlight cascading down like water, casting a silvery glow over the landscape. The gentle evening breeze rustled the bamboo leaves, creating a serene atmosphere accompanied by the distant chirping of insects. Yet, despite the tranquility around him, his heart, ignited by the power of the Heavenly Axe, could not find peace.
He began to imagine how this treasure could change his life; perhaps he could even split open the water tank at Widow Li's house in the west of the village, saving himself the trouble of fetching water. Just as he was lost in these daydreams of a "better life," a faint metallic scent suddenly invaded his nostrils.
Alert, he halted and sniffed the air, trying to locate the source of the smell. Deep within the bamboo grove, he spotted a slender figure curled up on the ground, moonlight filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows upon her.
Meng Hao's heart skipped a beat. How could someone be injured in such a desolate place? After a moment's hesitation, curiosity and a nascent sense of chivalry compelled him to approach.
As he drew closer, his breath caught in his throat. It was a woman, her black dress soaked in blood, her cloak lying discarded beside her, revealing her delicate figure. Her long, dark hair sprawled across the ground, obscuring much of her face, but from what was visible—the curve of her chin and neck—she was undoubtedly beautiful.
"Hey, are you alright?" Meng Hao's voice came out rough yet tinged with concern.
The woman remained still, only faint breaths indicating she was still alive. Meng Hao knelt down and gently brushed aside the hair covering her face. A pale yet stunning visage met his gaze; her delicate brows furrowed slightly, long lashes fluttering. Even in the dim moonlight, her skin glowed like jade.
It was Li Yunyan, a disciple of Youmingfu, now resembling a wounded butterfly—fragile and heart-wrenching to behold.
"Miss? You're gravely injured; let me take you back to the village for treatment," Meng Hao said softly, suppressing any lingering thoughts of mischief that had briefly crossed his mind.
Li Yunyan struggled to open her eyes; they shimmered like autumn waters, filled with confusion and helplessness. She parted her lips slightly; her voice was weak but carried an alluring charm. "Thank you... young master..."
She reached out with a blood-stained finger as if trying to grasp something.
Seeing this, Meng Hao quickly took her hand in his own, feeling its coldness and slickness against his palm. "Don't move; I'll carry you back," he said cautiously as he lifted her into his arms. Her body was lighter than he had anticipated but possessed an astonishing softness.
As he held her close, a faint fragrance enveloped him. Instinctively stiffening for a moment, his heartbeat quickened unexpectedly. Li Yunyan's head rested on his shoulder; her breath was warm and gentle against his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
She seemed very weak and instinctively leaned closer to him; her soft curves made Meng Hao's breathing grow heavier.
Upon returning to the village, Meng Hao carefully laid Li Yunyan down in his modest wooden house. He quickly boiled water and retrieved the cleanest cloth he could find but hesitated on how to treat her wounds.
"You don't need to be shy..." Li Yunyan's voice was hoarse yet enchanting as she spoke softly. The glow from the oil lamp highlighted her eyes with an unusual sparkle.
She seemed to sense Meng Hao's discomfort and offered a subtle smile that barely curved her lips. "I can manage myself." With that, she struggled to sit up and slowly began to unfasten her clothing, revealing large swathes of pristine skin marred by a gruesome wound on her chest.
Meng Hao felt parched and swallowed hard as his throat tightened involuntarily. "I... I'll get you some medicine!" he stammered as he quickly turned away.
Li Yunyan watched his awkward retreating figure, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes. She let out a soft laugh, the sound like silver bells echoing in the quiet wooden cabin, carrying an indescribable allure.
With her blood-stained fingers, she gently played with her disheveled hair, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.
"Young Master, your axe... is quite special," she suddenly spoke, her voice no longer weak but laced with curiosity.
Meng Hao's heart tightened as he turned around, watching her warily.
"How do you know?" he instinctively tightened his grip on the Heavenly Axe at his waist.
Li Yunyan's gaze fell on the Heavenly Axe, her eyes shimmering with complex emotions.
"I once heard an elder from Youmingfu mention that there are seven great Divine Weapons in this world, each containing the power to destroy and reshape reality, capable of altering the properties of space and influencing people's comings and goings. Among them is one called the Heavenly Axe, said to be able to sever all illusions and even reverse time."
Her voice was gentle, as if recounting an ancient legend, yet each word felt like a feather lightly brushing against Meng Hao's heartstrings.
"Are you from Youmingfu?" Meng Hao's wariness grew; Youmingfu had a notorious reputation in the martial world, known for their ambiguous morals and secretive actions.
Li Yunyan smiled slightly, a hint of self-mockery in her expression. "Yes and no."
Her gaze bore into Meng Hao's, filled with an enchanting allure. "You saved my life; I must repay you."
As she spoke, she slowly moved closer to him, her black gown loosening slightly from her earlier movements, revealing more of her snow-white skin. The curves of her body appeared especially enticing under the dim light of the oil lamp.
Meng Hao's heart raced faster; he could even smell the faint fragrance emanating from her—unlike ordinary perfume, it was a fresh scent reminiscent of plants that stirred his desires.
"What... how do you intend to repay me?" Meng Hao stammered awkwardly.
Li Yunyan extended her slender finger and lightly rested it on Meng Hao's arm; her fingertip was cool yet sent an unusual electric thrill coursing through him.
She leaned closer to his ear, whispering sweetly in a voice so seductive it seemed to drip with honey: "Are you willing to do something for me?"
"This axe of yours is not merely for chopping wood," she teased softly as she caressed his arm with a hint of provocation.
Meng Hao felt a rush of heat flood his face; he could even feel her warm breath against his ear, tickling him in a way that sent shivers down his spine.
"This... this..." Meng Hao struggled internally; reason told him this woman was not simple, yet his body reacted uncontrollably.
Li Yunyan observed his flushed face with increasing amusement; she let out another soft laugh as her fingers traced up his arm until they rested on his chest.
"Don't you want more?" Her voice was beguiling, like a whisper from a demon.
Meng Hao's gaze grew hazy as he looked at Li Yunyan's exquisite face and those eyes that seemed to see through everything; his desire for power and pursuit of lust were suddenly magnified infinitely.
In a sudden burst of instinct, he pulled Li Yunyan into an embrace, letting primal urges overpower all rational thought.
Li Yunyan willingly melted into his arms, a smirk of triumph playing at the corners of her mouth.
A night of passion ensued; even the chirping of insects outside seemed to take on an intimate tone as moonlight spilled across the earth, illuminating the scene within the cabin.
Having only witnessed such acts among dogs in the yard before, he finally experienced it himself with a beautiful woman.
Though he knew little about such matters, it felt incredibly exhilarating.
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In the morning light, the first rays of sunshine streamed through the window panes and fell upon the wooden cabin as Meng Hao slowly opened his eyes, feeling dazed by the warm softness in his arms.
Like a sleeping kitten, Li Yunyan curled up in his arms, her dark hair spilling across the pillow, accentuating her snow-white skin. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, a strange feeling swelling within him—both joy and a hint of complexity.
“Are you awake?” Li Yunyan spoke softly, her eyes slightly lifting, carrying a trace of laziness and satisfaction.
“Mm…” Meng Hao responded, instinctively tightening his embrace around her.
“Gentleman… you are so kind,” she murmured, her voice laced with tenderness, reminiscent of whispers between lovers.
Meng Hao's heart trembled; he could feel the warmth of her breath. That attachment stirred something deep within him, touching the softest part of his soul.
“Where do you plan to go from now on?” Meng Hao asked unexpectedly.
Li Yunyan's gaze dimmed for a moment before regaining its allure. She sighed softly, “I… I am gravely injured and have nowhere to go.”
As she spoke, she nestled closer into Meng Hao's embrace, as if seeking refuge.
Meng Hao's heart softened again, and a wave of pity surged within him. He instinctively wanted to say something, but just then, a sharp killing intent suddenly erupted from outside the house.
“Boom!”
The door of the wooden cabin was shattered by an immense force, splinters flying everywhere.
Several shadowy figures rushed in like phantoms, dressed in black attire with their faces covered by black cloths, revealing only their cold eyes.
The leader among them spoke in a hoarse and sinister voice, “Li Yunyan, traitor of Youmingfu, surrender at once!”
Li Yunyan's body jolted violently; her autumn-like eyes lost their previous softness and were replaced by cold vigilance. She swiftly turned in Meng Hao's arms and faced the intruders with alertness.
Meng Hao was startled by this sudden turn of events; he quickly grasped the Heavenly Axe and positioned it protectively in front of Li Yunyan.
“Who are you?!” he shouted angrily, feeling a wildness awaken within him.
The black-clad figures ignored him entirely and charged straight at Li Yunyan.
A glint of determination flashed in Li Yunyan's eyes; she knew that those from Youmingfu would not let her escape.
Watching this scene unfold before him, the tenderness of the previous night was ruthlessly torn apart in that moment. The Heavenly Axe in his hand hummed to life as its bronze light suddenly flared bright.
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