The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun

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The others were even more shocked.

These two were no ordinary fry; they were two hall masters of the Demonic Sect, possessing first-rate strength and formidable martial arts skills. However, when the two joined forces to block them, they not only failed to stop them but were also forced back by a casual sword strike from the other party, even sustaining injuries.

Is this still a top-tier fighter? How come he beats these top-tier fighters like they're nothing?

They're both top-tier, in the same league, so why is there such a big difference?

Your first-class and my first-class seem to be different?

Although people had heard that Jiang Ning was very strong and had killed many experts, they thought he was at most a top-tier first-class expert. Some of the strange stories were just exaggerations. They might not be as good as him, but they were all first-class. No matter how strong he was, there were limits. As long as they surrounded him with many experts, even Ning Yanwang would have no chance of escaping.

But only after witnessing it firsthand, one could see that Jiang Ning's previous use of sound to kill enemies and his ability to injure two top-tier experts with a single sword strike clearly demonstrated that his current strength far exceeded the standard of top-tier, surpassing them by a whole level.

Jiangning can no longer be judged by ordinary first- or second-rate strength in the martial arts world.

After casually defeating the two men, Jiang Ning didn't stop. With a leap, he created some distance and was about to disappear in the next second.

Everyone watched Jiang Ning leave, their emotions unknown. Only Liu Zhengfeng remained outwardly calm, but a hint of joy flashed through his heart.

"Chase!"

Someone shouted something, and the others snapped out of their daze and rushed over.

"The leader."

At this moment, someone looked at Ren Woxing, whose face was gloomy.

Ren Woxing ordered, "He must be killed today. He must not be allowed to leave Luoyang alive."

"Yes."

The high-ranking members of the Demonic Sect received the order and immediately gave chase.

……

"Abbot, hurry up, we're almost in Luoyang."

A few miles from Luoyang, Linghu Chong said anxiously.

"Young Master Linghu, please don't worry too much."

Fang Zheng comforted him, "Although Ren Woxing is going to take action against the Golden Saber Sect, only one night has passed. He shouldn't act so quickly. He should give the Golden Saber Sect time to consider. We are now less than five miles from Luoyang City. We will arrive soon. The Golden Saber Sect should be safe now."

After learning late last night that Ren Woxing was going to take action against the Golden Saber Sect, Fang Zheng mobilized the monks of Shaolin Temple.

However, Fang Zheng did not mobilize the entire temple; he brought more than 800 people, which was already one-third of the Shaolin Temple's strength.

There were also lay disciples of Shaolin in Luoyang. These lay disciples either ran escort agencies, martial arts schools, or other businesses. Fang Zheng led eight hundred monks, plus the influence of those lay disciples, not to mention other forces in Luoyang City. These forces usually maintained good relations with Shaolin. Fang Zheng believed that this was enough to stop Ren Woxing's actions.

Hearing Fang Zheng's words, Linghu Chong glanced back at the dark mass of bald men behind him and couldn't help but suppress his temper.

Fang Zheng was a highly accomplished monk, so if the other party said that, it meant there was some truth to it, and Linghu Chong felt relieved.

Upon finally catching a glimpse of Luoyang, Linghu Chong's eyes lit up, and he quickened his pace to enter the city. However, he was shocked by what he saw.

Because the streets of the vast city of Luoyang were completely deserted.

It was already morning, and the streets should have been packed with people, but they were deserted, with not a single person walking on them.

"Could it be..."

Linghu Chong sensed something was wrong and had a bad feeling.

Linghu Chong looked around and finally spotted a little beggar squatting in a corner of the street. He took a few steps forward and came to the little beggar.

The little beggar squatted in the corner, his body trembling, his head buried in his hands as if he were terrified of something.

"Hey."

Linghu Chong patted the little beggar on the shoulder, which startled the little beggar into screaming.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I didn't see anything!"

The little beggar spoke incoherently.

Upon hearing this, Linghu Chong's eyes narrowed, and he quickly asked, "Who wants to kill you?"

The little beggar ignored him and continued shouting. Seeing this, Linghu Chong picked him up, turned him towards himself, and yelled, "Wake up!"

The little beggar finally came to his senses a bit, looked up at Linghu Chong, and then saw the sword in his hand. He was so frightened that he cried out, "Grandpa, please have mercy and don't kill me!"

Linghu Chong frowned and asked, "What are you afraid of? Why would I kill you? Who wants to kill you?"

The little beggar stopped upon hearing this, looking at him tremblingly and asking, "Grandpa, aren't you with those people?"

Linghu Chong was even more puzzled: "Who are they?"

Seeing that Linghu Chong really didn't want to kill him, the little beggar finally breathed a sigh of relief and, after calming down, answered the question: "Grandpa, it was those people on the street earlier. Those people were so scary, they were all carrying weapons, so frightening."

Linghu Chong's eyes narrowed: "They're carrying weapons? Who are they?"

The little beggar shook his head: "I don't know, but they were all dressed in black and seemed to be chasing someone. They were very fierce, and the soldiers didn't dare to mess with them. Just now, quite a few soldiers ran away after seeing them."

"Pursue someone? Who?"

Linghu Chong sensed something was wrong and hurriedly asked.

The little beggar shook his head: "I don't know either. I think I heard them talking about something called King Ning."

Ning Yanwang?

Linghu Chong was startled.

Isn't that my junior brother?

The ones chasing after my junior brother must be the Demonic Sect.

Linghu Chong asked urgently, "Where did they go?"

The little beggar pointed in a direction: "It looks like they went that way."

"What is that place?"

"Heavenly Street".

Chapter 570: Trampling the Demonic Bones of the Heavenly Street

Luoyang Tianjie?

While Linghu Chong was questioning the little beggar, Fang Zheng also led a group of monks into the city. This row of bald heads was very conspicuous in the empty city.

"What's going on?"

Fang Zheng was also taken aback by the situation inside the city.

Linghu Chong turned to look at him.

"Master, the Demonic Sect is attacking my junior brother and is heading towards Heavenly Street. I need to go save him."

"what?"

Fang Zheng was startled. Before he could speak, Linghu Chong had already drawn his sword and rushed in the direction the little beggar had pointed.

"Abbot, what should we do now?"

Fang Sheng stepped forward and whispered, "Should we chase after them immediately, or..."

Fang Zheng looked at him and instructed, "You lead four hundred disciples to the Golden Saber Sect to see how things are going. Then send someone to contact the lay disciples in the city and have them gather together. I'm taking the disciples to the Heavenly Street now."

"it is good."

Fang Sheng nodded and prepared to leave, but before leaving, he turned back and said, "Senior brother, why don't you go slowly and let Ren Woxing and the others..."

Fang Sheng didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear: he wanted to use Ren Woxing to kill Jiang Ning.

Fang Zheng looked at him: "What do you mean?"

Fang Sheng said, "Senior brother, Jiang Ning and Linghu Chong went to the Southern Shaolin Temple a while ago."

Fang Zheng remained silent.

Fang Sheng continued, "The Huashan Sect and the Southern Shaolin Temple have not been in contact for decades. Why did they suddenly visit the Southern Shaolin Temple last year? It was not long after they announced their five-sect alliance. More importantly, the night before they left the Southern Shaolin Temple, Zen Master Lingxuan passed away. Why is it such a coincidence? Zen Master Lingxuan had always been in good health and had profound martial arts skills, but he suddenly passed away, especially since he had seen Jiang Ning the night before his death."

Fang Zheng frowned and remained silent.

Since descending from Emei, Fang Zheng had already suspected that Yue Buqun might be suspicious of the truth behind the sword qi dispute. He predicted that Yue Buqun would inevitably go to the Southern Shaolin Temple, so after leaving Emei, he immediately wrote a letter to Zen Master Lingxuan at the Southern Shaolin Temple, telling him about his suspicions and warning him to be vigilant. He also explained that the Huashan Sect might now know the reason for the sword qi dispute and would become their enemy. Fang Zheng hoped that Zen Master Lingxuan could join forces with the Songshan Shaolin Temple.

However, after the letter was written, he never received a reply from Zen Master Lingxuan. Later, he heard that Jiang Ning had gone south to Fujian to visit the Southern Shaolin Temple, and then Zen Master Lingxuan passed away.

"Senior brother, Yue Buqun must know something, which is why he sent Jiang Ning to the Southern Shaolin Temple. And Master Lingxuan met with Jiang Ning before his death. Did they talk about something? Was Master Lingxuan's death caused by Jiang Ning? It's terrifying to think about, senior brother."

Fang Sheng said.

His idea was simple: Yue Buqun must know something now, and Huashan and Shaolin would probably break off relations in the future. Therefore, they needed to make arrangements as soon as possible. If they could use Ren Woxing to kill Jiang Ning, they would not only weaken the strength of Huashan Sect, but also break Yue Buqun's defenses. Then, Yue Buqun would lead the Weiyi Alliance to fight Ren Woxing to the death, and they could sit back and watch the tigers fight.

Fang Zheng said, "Just do as I say, and don't worry about anything else for now."

Fang Sheng did not receive a reply from Fang Zheng, but he did not continue speaking. He nodded and led four hundred Shaolin disciples away, heading straight for the Golden Saber Sect.

Shortly after Fang Sheng left, Fang Zheng also led the remaining Shaolin disciples toward Tianjie to provide support.

Fang Sheng led several hundred Shaolin disciples all the way to the Golden Saber Sect, gathering the Shaolin lay disciples in Luoyang City along the way.

Luoyang is now like a dead city; there is not a single person on the streets, and the people inside are all hiding in their homes, afraid to come out.

"Uncle-Master Fang Sheng."

"Master Fang Sheng".

As Fang Sheng continued to send Shaolin disciples to gather lay disciples, batches of people came to join him.

"Ah."

Fang Sheng looked at the group of people, which numbered several hundred. They were not all lay disciples of Shaolin; some were subordinates of disciples who had returned to secular life. They had all arrived by now.

"Now you all know that the Demonic Sect is going to attack the Golden Saber Sect. Do you know what's happening to the Golden Saber Sect now?"

Fang Sheng asked.

One of the burly men stepped forward and said, “Uncle-Master, I know. I heard that the Demonic Sect sent people to the Golden Saber Sect early this morning, but they were killed by the Golden Saber Sect. Now a large number of people from the Demonic Sect are besieging the Golden Saber Sect. We and the people of Luoyang City are hiding at home and have not come out.”

Fang Sheng frowned and said, "Now that the Demonic Sect is attacking the Golden Saber Sect, you will all come with me to help the Golden Saber Sect."

"Yes."

"Disciple, obey."

These people all said.

Without delay, Fang Sheng led everyone to provide support. They finally arrived at the street where the Golden Saber Sect was located. From afar, they could hear the sounds of fighting, and then they saw a large group of people fighting together, with corpses everywhere.

"kill!"

A member of the demonic cult swung his sword down, instantly killing one person in front of him. Just as he was about to attack the others, a spear suddenly pierced through his body from behind. The spearman who killed him was then killed by other members of the demonic cult.

The ground was littered with corpses, indicating that a battle had been going on for some time.

"stop!"

Seeing how serious the fight was, Fang Sheng shouted and led the Shaolin monks to help.

……

Linghu Chong, sword in hand, moved with incredible speed, his face showing some anxiety, and soon arrived at Tianjie Street in Luoyang.

Dingding Gate.

Linghu Chong arrived at the south gate of Luoyang City, which is Luoyang Tianjie.

At this moment, the sounds of fighting continued on the city tower of Dingding Gate. Linghu Chong looked up and saw a large group of people surrounding the city tower and rushing upwards. On the top of the city tower stood a person, and all those who rushed up were attacking this person.

There were many corpses lying below the city wall, indicating that the fighting had been going on for some time.

Linghu Chong, with his sharp eyes, immediately recognized Jiang Ning as the person being besieged.

"die!"

One person used his light footwork to reach the top of the city wall and attack Jiang Ning. Jiang Ning glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, turned around and kicked him in the chest before he landed. The man flew backward and fell solidly to the ground against the city wall.

"puff!"

The person lying on the ground suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, which included many fragments of organs. Then, his eyes opened wide, he twitched a few times, and then lay still.

"Junior brother!"