Qingyao's cold, charming voice rang out.
"The boat stops here. Everyone else goes ashore."
"Yes, Master," several people responded. Qingyao took the lead, lifting her skirt slightly, and using her agility, lightly tapped the reef that was barely visible above the water. With a few steps, she landed on the shore in the blink of an eye.
The others followed suit, also tapping the reef a few times before landing on shore.
They saw that this island of villains was small and exquisite. Even in the dark of night, one could clearly discern its unique beauty and elegance. The surroundings were lush and green, with mountains and verdant leaves, making it exceptionally enchanting.
The trees were not tall, but each possessed a unique elegance. Moreover, the trees on this island were not ancient, towering ones, but rather more low-lying shrubs. This allowed them, standing by the island's edge, to look up and see, beyond the thicket of shrubs, an ancient-style house with two lanterns hanging under its eaves.
In front of the door, two figures swayed back and forth, yawning and impatiently peering inside, growing more and more annoyed as they looked.
Meanwhile, laughter and joyous exclamations, interspersed with the soft moans of women, emanated from within the house, creating a seductive and ambiguous sensuality in the night.
Qingyao raised her hand, signaling everyone to gather around. She whispered a few instructions.
"Did you hear what the old patriarchs of the Hua Jiang tribe said? Among the Five Great Villains on this island, some know how to use Ang. Since ancient times, Ang techniques have all been close-quarters combat. Also, do not look into the enemy's eyes, and do not let yourself see blood, lest you be Anged."
After Qingyao finished speaking, her subordinates all nodded. She was not worried about Mo Chou and Mo You.
However, Lin Simiao and Zhao Hongwen, despite their decent martial arts skills, lacked practical combat experience. Bringing them out this time was precisely to let them gain some experience and increase their worldly wisdom.
"We understand," several people replied. Mo Chou recalled that their master had said that Young Master Wuqing had been Anged. So, which type of Ang technique was it?
As she was thinking, Qingyao suddenly stood up and dashed towards the island. This group, with their powerful martial arts and swift movements, were impossible to guard against. In a flash, they reached the vermilion gate.
Qingyao waved her hand. Mo You and Mo Chou, like two flying fish, leaped forward and swiftly struck the two servants by the door. The two slumped down limply, not even managing to groan.
Qingyao slowly peered inside, her gaze sweeping across a very spacious plaza within the vermilion gate. Around the plaza sat several burly men, each with fierce expressions, clearly individuals of extreme wickedness.
In the most central position sat a bald man with a large, fleshy head and ears. He wore a thin, striped shirt, with bare arms and shoulders, seemingly unfazed by the cold.
To his left, a man with a large earring in his ear effortlessly held a wine jar. He suddenly lifted it, tilted his head back, and took a large swig of wine, then chuckled as he put the jar down. Reaching out, he pulled a woman sitting beside him into his embrace.
The woman had a pale complexion and a delicate, petite appearance. It was clear she was the wife or daughter of a family from outside the island, forcibly brought here.
The man, showing no tenderness or pity, used his large, fan-like hands to roughly fondle the woman's ample bosom, his lewd laughter occasionally escaping his lips, utterly unbearable to witness.
Seeing this scene, a sharp intensity grew within Qingyao's heart. She wished she could immediately deal with these scoundrels and rid the people of the Hua Jiang tribe of these detestable figures.
However, it was not yet the best time to act. She continued to scan the others. Besides the one at the head, there were two people seated on either side of the lower section.
On the left, two men, one tall and one short, both with ferocious expressions and dressed in barbarian attire, each had a woman in their arms. They drank heavily, ate heartily, and never forgot to torment the women beside them.
These fellows lived lives of drunken indulgence, thriving on this small island with impunity.
Damn it! Those who create trouble on the road must be dealt with. These scum dared to harm Wuqing. She would not let them off.
Qingyao's face turned cold. She suddenly leaped into the air, soaring forward.
In the darkness of the night, the wind stirred her silken skirt. Her dark hair was loosely tied, and the only ornament on her head, a jade tassel, swayed gently, radiating an alluring color.
Her ethereal figure, for a moment, seemed like a celestial maiden descending from the ninth heaven.
On the empty plaza, the five villains simultaneously widened their mouths, wine dribbling down their chins. They had never seen such a beautiful woman. For a moment, they seemed frozen, only to be jolted by Qingyao's sharp cry.
"You detestable things, you're courting death! Today, this Palace Mistress has come to deal with you."
As the words fell, the silver lotus ring whistled through the air, directly attacking the man at the head. The men on the plaza, along with their subordinates, shivered and snapped awake. Someone shouted.
"Big Brother, be careful!"
The bald, big-eared man immediately burst into laughter, his playful interest deepening. Lecherous words spilled from his mouth.
"Such a fiery woman, I've never encountered one like her. Today, I must have a taste. I wonder if she's as fiery in bed."
As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped from his high position, moving aside. Mo Chou and Mo You had already engaged the villains on the lower side. Suddenly, the vast space erupted into a melee. Amidst the flashing swordplay, fleeting lights flickered. The Five Great Villains were not named so for nothing, and thus, the battle was fierce and evenly matched.
Qingyao, while fighting, cursed angrily, "You scoundrel bastards! How dare you Ang Wuqing? Today, even if I have to lay down my life, I won't let you go! Hand over the antidote for the blood Ang immediately!"
Qingyao's moves were extremely sharp, targeting vital points. The leader of the Five Great Villains, known as Evil Ghost, inexplicably retorted while fighting her, "Woman, you're truly fiery, but this grandpa doesn't know anyone named Wuqing!"
"Nonsense! I've already inquired. Only the people of the Hua Jiang tribe know how to use this blood Ang. If it wasn't you, then who else could it be? If you don't hand over the antidote today, we'll fight until one side is destroyed!"
As Qingyao spoke, she suddenly swung her Phoenix Tail Qin, sending a silver light shooting out. Evil Ghost leaped away, daring not to say more. This woman's skills were formidable, and he could not gain the upper hand for the moment.
Evil Ghost frowned, a plan forming in his mind. He smiled at Qingyao, "Little woman, you truly please me. Stay and be my wife."
Upon hearing his words, Qingyao's anger intensified. She suddenly leaped into mid-air, her silken skirt fluttering in the wind, adding to her grace and making her exceptionally captivating.
The Five Great Villains of Villain Island had never left the island and had never seen such a beautiful woman. Looking at the cold and peerlessly beautiful Qingyao, they were filled with longing.
However, this woman was so skilled in martial arts, and even though they provoked her, she didn't fall for their tricks. She didn't look them in the eye, nor did she allow them to get close to her body, and crucially, she avoided seeing blood. Therefore, the Ang techniques could not be effectively employed.
It seemed this woman was somewhat guarded against Ang techniques, and thus, did not easily fall for their schemes.