The waiter was overwheld with surprise and delight, using all his complints and flattery. Li Xian smiled faintly; he was a seasoned liar who deceived others again. The ntion of "ten taels of silver" was rely a lure. He was already gone three days later.
After handling various matters, Li Xian hid outside the guest room, secretly observing... to see whether Luo Feiyan could escape.
Luo Feiyan awoke leisurely, feeling her eyelids suddenly heavy. Her head throbbed in pain, her hair loose, unable to make sense of the situation in her daze.
"I killed the Black-faced Bat King... but then I fainted. What exactly happened? Did the Black-faced Bat King have a hidden trick? Or was it that Hua... Hua Manlou..."
As her mory gradually cleared, she shivered, a cold feeling suddenly coming over her. She realized the cause of her fainting was having her acupoints struck. Luo Feiyan felt another wave of head-splitting pain, lightly shaking her head, trying to rub her temples with her hand.
Luo Feiyan was startled: "I... but it seems I can’t move?" Her hands were tightly bound behind her, her wrists firmly tied. Her face changed suddenly, filled with panic. She tried to move her hands and feet, but all were tightly bound. She wanted to speak, but words were hard to form.
She said, "Hua Manlou! You treacherous scoundrel!" Her curses, however, beca mumbled words.
"I need to calm down... I seem to be tied up. There’s no one in the room, haha. That Hua Manlou is extrely cunning; he disguised himself and blended into the crowd, hiding his intentions. I suspect he harbors bad intentions, truly hiding a malicious heart. I... at the ti... exhausted my energy and strength, trusting this rascal easily. But he never expected the ropes could not restrain ."
Luo Feiyan employed the "Embroidery Body Skill." This martial art was quite formidable, using slight body vibrations to make the silk threads flow. Any ordinary ropes in the world could easily be released by performing this skill.
Li Xian was indeed worried about this aspect.
Luo Feiyan frowned, feeling the Embroidery Body Skill was useless. Despite repeated attempts, the ropes remained tightly bound. She exclaid, "Could these be specially made tools?"
In Brocade City, the Luo, Zhang, and Zhou families claid dominance. Among them were hidden disputes, Zhang and Zhou had tools specifically targeting the Luo Family. Zhang’s "Iron Ring Shackles" could render the Luo Family disciples helpless. Zhou’s "Red Bag," once used to cover the Luo Family disciples, could capture them instantly.
Luo Feiyan’s face turned pale. If this were the case, there must be a bigger plot behind it. Could capturing her be to threaten the family? Or sothing else?
Various thoughts quickly arose. But soon she settled, looking down at herself, seeing only ordinary tiger tendon ropes. The problem wasn’t the tools being special, but the unique technique used to bind them.
Originally...
The Luo Family’s Embroidery Body Skill, though powerful and unique, could hardly compare to the "Silkworm Robe Mismatched Jade Technique." Although Li Xian simplified it considerably, its "inner cultivation thod," when used for restraining and capturing, was still more than adequate.
Luo Feiyan twisted her waist, feeling her arms and legs bent towards her back. All her major joint areas were tightly restrained. Even the most skilled Martial Artist, under such constraint, could hardly do anything. She had to lie there obediently, awaiting her fate.
She felt extrely aggrieved. In the bedroom, there was a copper mirror; she saw her distressed and trapped reflection, feeling so ashad and nowhere to hide. Her heart was filled with resentnt, cursing Li Xian countless tis.
Her martial arts were useless; she attempted simple thods instead. She fingered the rope knot. The knot was easily reachable, but extrely complex, and despite all efforts, proved useless in the end.
Feeling frustrated, she utterly gave up. She waited for half an hour but didn’t see any trace of Li Xian. Moonlight stread through the window, illuminating her face.
She remained speechless, feeling very stifled. She thought that earlier in the day she had considered whether there was a remote possibility of marriage with Li Xian, only to imdiately fall into the hands of a villain.
Her mind was full of angry words waiting for an opportunity to unleash like torrential rain and storms. Yet the room was incredibly silent, and she couldn’t move, her solitude and agitation were beyond imagination. It was difficult to settle, not knowing Li Xian’s purpose or whether he had accomplices. Now completely immobilized, she felt like fish on a chopping block, with Li Xian in control of her fate, unable to resist at all.
The more she thought, the more fear crept in.
Until in her dazed state, she caught sight of a letter pressed on a distant desk. Carefully reading its contents brought so ease, but thinking of being rescued in such a miserable state soday...
Wouldn’t her reputation as a golden comb beauty be completely lost? She barely let out a sigh of relief before she lifted her spirits again.
Li Xian observed until midnight and saw Luo Feiyan trapped and helpless, feeling slightly relieved.
"This lass was so arrogant at first; it’s not too bad to let her experience so lessons. Hmm... I hope she reflects well."
Li Xian carried malice in his heart, watching Luo Feiyan stifled and angry, in an embarrassing and awkward state, feeling amused. He leaped away and traveled through the night. After he left, the next day, no one knew about the death of the Black-faced Bat King. Wang Long and Ji Hui from Jing Chun Mountain continued their search, feeling puzzled.
Everyone joined forces to search the mountain, naturally hoping to find so clues. In previous nights, Black-faced Bat King’s traces could still be heard on the road, but yesterday they completely vanished.
Wang Long and Ji Hui felt increasingly urgent, worried that the Black-faced Bat King had escaped the encirclent, becoming harder to find. Losing the Essence Treasure would be regrettable. The Black-faced Bat King was not weak, and bearing grudges was extrely troubling.
However, careful consideration led them to feel it shouldn’t be the case. They held maps, were strictly defensive, had a large team, and the Black-faced Bat King feared the blazing sun, being greatly restricted. How could he repeatedly escape?
And so... with anxiety searching on one side, and frustration waiting on the other. Luo Feiyan’s hair was disheveled, her clothes torn. Unable to unlock this "Silkworm Robe," she increasingly felt the tiger tendon rope’s formidability.
It locked her bones and fixed her posture. Enduring the wait, if it weren’t for the inner qi within her, moving energy and circulation, she would have been injured from blood stagnation. Li Xian had elegantly left, carefree, while she endured the tornt.
And so...
Another two days passed.
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