The wind on the vast grassland does not reach the Central Plains.

Nor does it reach the Wenrou Village that Lu Xiaofeng is indulging in at this moment.

Wenrou Village is not a mere adjective, but a renowned Art House in the Shu region.

Shu women are passionate and generous, and Wenrou Village is not only a gentle place but also a fiery attraction.

A day ago.

Lu Xiaofeng was enjoying a massage from the most popular Oiran in this Art House.

The Martial World people know that Lu Xiaofeng loves beauty without indulgence, he is a refined man.

A refined man meaning he never forces people to do things, especially women.

This is precisely the opposite of his brother Jiang Dali, who likes to force people to do things, regardless of gender.

So even though he has spent the last bundle of silver notes from his purse to win the top spot with the Oiran and can do as he pleases, he is in no hurry to savor Wenrou Village’s rarest and most fiery beauty.

"People in the Martial World say Hero Lu is the man who understands women the most, and now it seems Hero Lu indeed truly understands women."

A soft hand, like a snake, lovingly glides over Lu Xiaofeng’s smooth, muscular back, the red nails like a string of jeweled beads, softly sliding down his arm, waist, all the way to his thigh.

A tantalizing sensation aroused his blood, far stronger than when she wiped him with a warm towel.

Lu Xiaofeng comfortably squinted his beautiful eyes, smiling, "I’m just lying here, said nothing, did nothing, and you know I understand women?"

Her hands didn’t stop, and her pleasing voice, tinged with laughter, said, "Sometimes between a man and a woman, there’s no need to say or do anything, when the atmosphere is right, they naturally understand each other."

Atmosphere!

This truly is a subtle word.

And at this moment, the atmosphere is indeed filled with subtlety.

A kind of subtlety... that only these two people in the room understand.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled, "Wenrou Village truly lives up to its name, I almost want to stay here forever."

"Why not?"

The woman’s beautiful lips formed a smile, "Want a drink?"

Lu Xiaofeng replied, "Why not?"

The wine was quickly served, and as it was poured, it was colorless and tasteless, but with a splash of the new wine, an aromatic fragrance instantly filled the woman’s boudoir with the subtle atmosphere.

She took a sip, then leaned over, her lips like a blossoming rose, feeding a sip to Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng drank the fragrant wine, took a deep breath, "This is the truly unforgettable authentic daughter red! Wenrou Village, what a place."

She shook her head, looking at Lu Xiaofeng with an intriguing smile, "Doesn’t Hero Lu know that Wenrou Village is often a Hero’s Tomb?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Lu Xiaofeng laughed heartily, his gaze, seeming drunk, lingered on her delicate face, "A Hero’s Tomb for someone like me, isn’t it just a place of romance?"

"To die under the peony, even a ghost is romantic?"

She couldn’t help it anymore, laughed at this amusing man, and as she laughed, tears fell, a smile complex yet full of regret, she suddenly leaned over and embraced Lu Xiaofeng.

He felt at once that her body was hot.

And he also felt that his own body was hot.

The last thought flashed in his mind, "The girls of Shu live up to their fiery reputation."

When he awoke, it was already the next afternoon.

His body was sore and weak, unable to move his limbs, feeling disjointed.

The woman was long gone, replaced by two expressionless, stern men standing at the bead curtain, coldly watching him.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, knowing that he probably had captured another woman’s heart, yet was betrayed by another woman. Often for the women who betrayed him, he felt pity and unforgettable, as it also meant he was heartbroken again.

"Can I see that beautiful lady again?"

Lu Xiaofeng asked while lying on the bed.

"Lu Xiaofeng is indeed Lu Xiaofeng, even knowing you were sold out by a woman, the first thing you do after waking up is still to care about this woman!"

A cold voice said.

It was not spoken by the two sullen men by the bead curtain, these two blocks of wood obviously wouldn’t speak, the voice came from above the roof.

Lu Xiaofeng seemed to already know there was someone on the roof, unsurprised, said, "A night together is worth a hundred days of grace, yet I’ve lost another wife, of course, I want to ask."

"Hahahaha!"

Laughter came from the roof, "You’re such an interesting person, if I didn’t have to take you back, I would really want to drink and chat with you."

"Can’t we drink and chat when you take me back?" Lu Xiaofeng asked.

"No!"

There was regret in the voice from the roof, "Because you and I are enemies after all."

Lu Xiaofeng, "With your abilities, you could have taken me away directly, so why trouble a woman?"

"Trouble?" The person on the rooftop laughed, "Does Lu Xiaofeng underestimate his own charm so much? Shui Ling only tried to capture you after hearing about your reputation, wanting to see if you truly have such charm with women. It turns out, to my surprise, and hers as well, she failed."

Lu Xiaofeng, "She didn’t fail; I really can’t move right now. You could take me away effortlessly."

"No! You know she failed. She may have left you here, but she left her heart with you too."

The person on the rooftop spoke with an admiring tone, "Lu Xiaofeng, you’re indeed a top-notch hunter at playing with women’s hearts."

Lu Xiaofeng sighed bitterly, "Why does everyone think I’m playing with women? In truth, I truly give my heart to each woman, but unfortunately, too few understand."

"Enough! Time is limited, so I’m taking you now. But I have one more question to ask."

"You want to ask why, even though I’ve detected your schemes, I still fell for it?"

"Smart people are smart, but I don’t like overly smart people. You’ve shown too much intelligence, putting me in a difficult position, considering if I should first abolish your martial arts."

"So, you want me to give you a reason not to abolish my martial arts."

"Exactly."

"My reason is simple.

Firstly: Shui Ling is indeed very charming. Whenever I see such a charming girl, I can’t move and would rather get tricked;

Secondly: I was originally looking for you, and since you came to me, of course, I’m willing to go with you."

The person on the rooftop was silent for a while.

He thought Lu Xiaofeng might offer various reasons to explain or argue.

Even disgracefully pleading wasn’t impossible, hoping he wouldn’t abolish his martial arts.

Originally prepared, no matter how eloquent or pleading Lu Xiaofeng would be, he wouldn’t show any compromise and was ready to abolish his martial arts directly.

But now Lu Xiaofeng’s answer wasn’t an explanation, yet was better than one, frank and direct, making his heart ache slightly and making it hard to act.

"If you’re satisfied with my reasons, then we can have a drink while chatting on the way."

Lu Xiaofeng said.

The person on the rooftop was silent yet again.

This guy!

Is he truly an oddity?

Does he understand the situation?

They are enemies now! Enemies! Enemies!

But this guy seems to somewhat disrespect his enemy!

"What a scoundrel! If I were a woman, I’d want to fiercely bite him! Make him jump up in pain!"

A cold snort came from the rooftop, and inside, two expressionless men suddenly moved, both rushing to the bedside, one grabbing Lu Xiaofeng’s legs and the other his arms, crashing through the window and taking Lu Xiaofeng out of Art House.

"Ah! The wine! Don’t forget the wine!"

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In the Mongolian grassland, a storm rises, a bloody storm.

The Wenrou Village in Shu also wafts with the aroma of wine, the fine fragrance of daughter red.

However, whether it’s the bloody storm or wine fragrance, neither can reach beneath the Unrivaled City of the Divine Martial Country.

Even though Jiang Dali has vast divine skills and information, he is ultimately unlike the omniscient All-knowing Madman or Tianji Twenty-Five, the Divine Calculators who predict events with divine precision, how could he foresee the great calamity that his brothers and friends would encounter on the grassland and in Shu?

And at this moment, even if he knew, it was already too late.

Because at the moment of deciding to accept Divine Transfer Void, a lingering spirit from the relic in Mrs. Wushuang’s hand pulled him into a spirit realm.

This spirit realm seemingly is the memory world left by Mrs. Wushuang’s spirit, a war-torn battlefield underneath a towering, majestic city gate.

There, as the two armies clashed fiercely, a red-faced, robust, and imposing man wielded a massive Azure Dragon Crescent Moon Saber, valiantly leading thousands of troops like an arrow through the enemy ranks. With one slash, the saber qi, twisting like an Azure Dragon, sent dozens or even hundreds flying against the city wall, shrouded in blood mist, leaving the enemy in a routed mess.

"That is... the Martial Saint?"

Jiang Dali’s heart was shaken, as he felt a terrifying Qi-Blood and pressure even stronger than his own emanating from the red-faced general leading the charge, like a prehistoric beast breaking out of a cage onto the battlefield, unparalleled in divine power and extraordinary valor.

"Indeed! He is the Martial Saint, also my husband! With a Martial Saint Destiny, he was destined to be such an extraordinary hero."

A woman’s voice, unusually clear among the fierce combat sounds, faintly echoed in the spirit realm, filled with pride and prideful arrogance...

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(Goodnight! — )