While on Mount Hua, my mind is at peace!

Chapter 147 Don't move, or you'll die.

Min'er sneered, "For me? I think it's for the child in my belly!" Ouyang Ying chuckled twice. When Min'er spoke again, her tone had softened considerably: "Hmph, I was truly blind to have fallen for such a good-for-nothing as you."

"Do you think I don't know how important that bitch surnamed Fang is? That's why I sent Chang Gaizhi over as well. He has already mastered the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. Even if the Heavenly King himself came, he would be knocked down with one palm."

Ouyang Ying sighed, "Strategizing within the command tent, winning battles a thousand miles away. I, Ouyang Ying, have such a wife, what more could I ask for?"

Min'er giggled a few times and said in a sweet voice, "Yinglang, haven't you... touched me in a long time?"

Ouyang Ying hurriedly said, "Min'er, I suddenly remembered that my father-in-law asked me to come over. I'll go take a look first, and then I'll come back to find you later."

Yue Feng and Lin Pingzhi quickly dodged the doorway and hid behind the corner of the wall. The door opened, and with a loud "bang," an elephant's leg kicked Ouyang Ying in the lower back.

Driven by a sudden force, Ouyang Ying stumbled forward, her head hitting the ground. The door slammed shut, and Min'er's angry voice boomed from inside: "Get out! Come back when you're ready!"

Ouyang Ying's martial arts skills were not weak. For his age, he was considered a good fighter in the Six Doors. However, after being kicked by Min'er, he lay on the ground for a long time before groaning and getting up.

He brushed the dirt off his clothes, but dared not make the slightest noise. He turned his head and glared at the door with resentment before limping away.

Yue Feng whispered to Lin Pingzhi, "Can you handle Min'er by yourself?"

Lin Pingzhi swallowed hard, looking somewhat nervous: "Boss, I..."

Yue Feng said, "You don't need to deal with her. You keep an eye on her and follow her wherever she goes. If anything happens, tell me with a long shout, and I'll come to your rescue immediately."

Lin Pingzhi gripped the hilt of his longsword; the hard feel gave him a sense of confidence. He nodded resolutely, displaying the heroic spirit of a warrior facing a desolate river.

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Yue Feng patted Lin Pingzhi on the shoulder, and with a swift movement, he turned the corner. He followed Ouyang Ying at a distance, leading him to another room. The door to the room looked dark and heavy, as if it were made of steel, with two keyholes, one above the other.

There was a man in black guarding each side of the iron gate. When they saw Ouyang Ying, they both greeted him.

"Lord Ouyang."

Ouyang Ying snorted dismissively and said, "That person still refuses to confess?"

The two men in black shook their heads in unison: "Sir, you know that kid's temper. Even if we kill him, he won't confess."

"Useless trash! Open the door!"

The two men in black hesitated for a moment, exchanged a glance, and then took out two large bunches of keys from their bodies. They picked out one key and inserted it into the lock on the door. The two men turned the key, opened the iron gate, and then picked out another key and handed it to Ouyang Ying.

Ouyang Ying strode through the iron gate with her head held high, not even glancing at the two of them.

The heavy iron gate was slowly closed by two men in black, who muttered, "You snobbish bastards, I spit on you!" Suddenly, everything went black, and they lost consciousness.

Yue Feng used his inner energy to stimulate the meridians of the two men in black, causing their corpses to stiffen instantly. He placed the two men in black at the doorway, making them stand at attention as before. In the dim light, they were practically invisible unless one got close.

He pulled the key from the iron gate, put it back in the arms of the two men in black, and then used the supreme internal force of his Purple Flower Immortal Body to shatter the lock. In this way, even if someone saw through his disguise and wanted to trap him inside, it would be impossible.

After he finished all this, he went into the room and gently closed the door. Behind the door was a long corridor, its destination unknown. Ouyang Ying's heavy footsteps echoed at the end of the corridor.

Yue Feng hurried forward along the passageway, and along the way he saw many prison cells surrounded by iron bars. It turned out that this place was a dungeon.

The vast majority of the cells were empty, with only stark white bones and dark marks silently telling the story of this place's past. Only in a very few cells could one see the stiff figures of people lying motionless, barely breathing.

Ouyang Ying's footsteps stopped. Yue Feng concealed himself in the darkness. At the end of the passageway was a huge prison cell. A dark figure was huddled in the center of the cell, with five iron chains as thick as a child's arm binding his head, neck, and limbs.

Ouyang Ying took out the key, opened the cell door, and strode inside. He stepped on the dark figure and laughed, "Brother Luo, how have you been?"

The dark figure seemed to twitch for a moment, then fell silent again. Ouyang Ying was clearly not satisfied. He looked around and saw a pair of iron pliers in the corner of the cell. He picked them up, heated them red-hot over a torch, and then held them over the head of the dark figure.

Suddenly, something hurtled towards Ouyang Ying with lightning speed. Ouyang Ying quickly dodged, but a bloody scratch still appeared on her cheek. The object spun and crashed into the wall with a soft "smack," landing on the ground as a blood-stained fingernail.

A hoarse voice came from above the dark figure: "Unfortunately, my ambitions remain unfulfilled, and I am destined to die at the hands of a villain like you."

Ouyang Ying lunged at Luo Jing in a rage, but suddenly his body felt light, and his feet were lifted into the air. A tremendous force pulled him backward, almost breaking his neck and tearing out his internal organs.

He vaguely felt his back hit the iron railing, but the pain from the impact was nothing compared to the pain from the scratching.

A young man in a blue robe stood between him and Luo Jing, glancing at him indifferently: "Don't move, or you'll die." It was Yue Feng.

Ouyang Ying truly dared not move an inch. Yue Feng drew his Qingfeng Sword, and with a flash of light, severed all five iron chains simultaneously. The broken chains fell to the ground with a single sound.

Luo Jing exclaimed, "Excellent swordsmanship!" He picked up the iron tongs, used them as a crutch, and actually managed to stand up, albeit unsteadily.

In the dim firelight, Yue Feng saw that his left calf and right forearm were gone, and the fingernails on his remaining foot and hand had been completely pulled out. Not to mention, his entire body was covered in wounds; there wasn't a single patch of uninjured flesh.

Luo Jing slowly straightened up, his back ramrod straight. His movement caused some of his still-healing wounds to bleed. He seemed oblivious, letting out a soft sigh.

"I never thought I, Luo Jing, would have a day to stand up again. Brother, I can't thank you enough. From now on, my life belongs to you. May I ask your name?"

Yue Feng sized up Luo Jing, a smile of appreciation spreading across his face. He solemnly introduced himself: "My name is Yue Feng, Yue as in mountain and Feng as in breeze. It's a pleasure to meet you, Brother Luo."