RNP Chapter 108 Speaking frankly in front of a true person, a small temple cannot contain a great Buddha
Chapter 108 Speaking frankly in front of a true person, a small temple cannot contain a great Buddha
Chapter 108 Speaking frankly in front of a true person, a small temple cannot contain a great Buddha [10,000 words, please continue reading]
"Master!!!"
Mo Shenggu, the youngest of the six heroes of Wudang, was the first to shout out.
The others looked excited.
However, when they saw the relief in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, a wave of guilt washed over them.
"Master, I have disgraced you!"
Song Yuanqiao lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong.
"Haha, it's good to be alive. Don't end up like Cuishan, where I, an old man, had to bury my young. That's the best thing. As for whether it's shameful or not, it doesn't matter at all."
Seeing that their faces were rosy and they didn't seem injured, Zhang Sanfeng's expression immediately relaxed. He clasped his hands in thanks to Chu Yang and said, "Thank you for your mercy, fellow Daoist!"
Chu Yang cupped his hands and smiled, "I have long admired Master Zhang, and today I am finally able to meet him."
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said, "How dare I call myself a true master before a true master—"
These words shocked everyone present.
Even Ren Woxing, the leader of the Demonic Sect, and Dongfang Bubai were completely subdued by the old man!
He actually referred to the scholar opposite him as a "real person"!
Doesn't that mean—
This scholar in front of me is even more powerful than Zhang Sanfeng, who is almost the number one martial artist in the world!
The Wudang disciples, who had been so arrogant just moments before, were now filled with terror.
Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao exchanged a glance, their faces filled with surprise and delight. From this moment on, they were determined to make Chu Yang the leader of the Ming Cult.
"Master Zhang is indeed formidable—"
Chu Yang sighed, Zhang Sanfeng was the only person who could perceive his strength without ever fighting him, he was definitely a cultivator.
"Mr. Chu, this old Taoist priest has arrived. Could you please release my disciples?"
The name "Mr. Chu" was already widely known in the Ming Dynasty due to the transmission of the rumors and the legends, but they did not know Chu Yang's real name.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Sanfeng's gaze turned serious, his fists hidden inside his huge Taoist robe, ready to strike at any moment.
In his eyes, although Chu Yang appeared harmless, since he was connected with the Demonic Sect, he must be a troublesome character.
If the other party makes a request that is difficult to accept, you might have to resort to force.
But Zhang Sanfeng didn't expect that Chu Yang would simply nod, and Song Yuanqiao and the others would walk up to him without any hindrance.
The process of handing over the hostages went so smoothly that Zhang Sanfeng was completely baffled and full of doubt.
Song Yuanqiao whispered the whole story to Zhang Sanfeng, who then looked enlightened.
After listening, Zhang Sanfeng sighed deeply and said with emotion, "During my seclusion, I never expected so many things to happen in the martial world. Mr. Chu has a past relationship with the disciples of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and He Taichong and others have harmed innocent people for the sake of martial arts, which is a death wish. It can be said that Mr. Chu is acting on behalf of Heaven!"
At this point, Zhang Sanfeng bowed deeply to Li Mochou and said, "Young lady, the Wudang Sect should have been chivalrous enough to save you from your predicament, but your disciples stood by and did nothing so that the six major sects could successfully eliminate the Ming Cult. It is the old Taoist's fault for failing to teach you properly!"
Tears welled up in Li Mochou's eyes; this was the first time she had heard someone apologize for what had happened to her.
In fact, long before the Wudang Sect joined the coalition to fight against the Ming Cult, Li Mochou had already undergone severe interrogation. All her suffering was already a foregone conclusion and had little to do with them.
Feeling guilty, Mo Shenggu also felt embarrassed and explained in a low voice, "Master, we were prioritizing the bigger picture at the time!"
Zhang Sanfeng glared angrily, his beard and hair standing on end, his voice like rolling thunder, "The bigger picture? What is the bigger picture? The lives of all living beings are the bigger picture, so you can sacrifice one person's life for the sake of the people? Did you ask that person for their consent?"
Mo Shenggu was immediately chilled to the bone.
Zhang Sanfeng's roar was deafening, and even the members of the Ming Cult couldn't help but be secretly impressed by his demeanor.
"Zhang Sanfeng truly lives up to his name; he is worlds apart from those hypocritical, self-proclaimed righteous fellows."
"Like father, like son. The Eagle King's daughter fell in love with Zhang Wuxia of Wudang. Now it seems like a perfect match."
"If we're going to go by that logic, then the Ming Cult is actually related to the Wudang Sect by marriage."
"Stop talking nonsense, how many years has the Eagle King been gone?"
"What's the big deal? At worst, I'll swallow my pride and ask the Eagle King to come back in a while—"
Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, and the Five Wanderers huddled in a corner, whispering amongst themselves.
After Zhang Sanfeng led the entire Wudang sect in apologizing to Li Mochou, he looked at Chu Yang and said with a mocking smile, "Mr. Chu has gone to such great lengths just to discuss the Dao with this old Daoist. In that case, this old Daoist can only oblige. What do you think?"
Chu Yang took a step forward, his figure as ethereal as a dream, and in the next second, he appeared outside the main hall.
Zhang Sanfeng's pupils contracted, and he exclaimed in admiration, "What superb movement skills!"
After saying that, he moved like a white crane spreading its wings, leaping and bounding as if stepping on flowing clouds, flying out of the hall.
While most people were still confused, Yang Xiao was the first to react and rushed out.
"With two masters clashing, how could such a grand spectacle be complete without this old bat!"
Wei Yixiao, who possessed the strongest lightness skill, regained his senses and flew out after Yang Xiao, overtaking him in the blink of an eye.
Now everyone understood the meaning of "discussing the Dao," and rushed outside, leaving only Huang Rong, Li Mochou, and a few other girls behind.
Yang Buhui asked curiously, "Aren't you going to go out and take a look?"
Huang Rong rolled her eyes. "I'm tired of seeing this every day. I have no interest in joining in the fun."
Since the destruction of the Ancient Tomb Sect, Li Mochou has developed a resistant attitude towards so-called superior martial arts. She doesn't want to see or hear about them, let alone watch over Xiaolongnu. Her eyes are filled with guilt.
Huang Rong shook her head; such psychological trauma takes a long time to heal.
Seeing that they really didn't intend to go out, Yang Buhui called her maid Xiao Zhao to run out of the palace together.
Xiao Zhao glanced back at Li Mochou. The clothes on her body had been removed only after Li Mochou pleaded for her. She wanted to stay and comfort Li Mochou, but she couldn't go against Yang Buhui's wishes.
On Bright Peak, Chu Yang and Zhang Sanfeng sparred at an extremely fast pace. Apart from a few people, including Yang Xiao, everyone else could only see their afterimages.
Zhang Sanfeng knew that ordinary martial arts were not of much use to Chu Yang, and he did not want to waste this opportunity to discuss the Dao, so he directly used his best skills.
An indescribable aura emanated from Zhang Sanfeng, and his moves became extremely unpredictable.
Yin and Yang intertwine, and strength and gentleness are combined.
Chu Yang focused his mind and held his breath. The blood-red tomoe in his Samsara Eye spun wildly, firmly imprinting Zhang Sanfeng's every move into his mind. Whether it was an illusion or not, Chu Yang vaguely saw a huge Tai Chi formation appear under Zhang Sanfeng's feet.
There is white in black, and black in white.
He and Zhang Sanfeng each stood on a black and white dot.
Slowly rotate
The world seemed to collapse in an instant!
"Just as I expected!"
Feeling himself being dragged into another dimension, Chu Yang was certain that Zhang Sanfeng had entered the Dao through martial arts and reached the level of martial arts mastery.
Tai Chi is no longer considered a top-level martial art, but rather a martial arts supernatural power.
"A true land-based deity."
Chu Yang sincerely admired Zhang Sanfeng, who was probably the strongest person he had ever encountered in this world.
Using the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms against the enemy at this point would seem somewhat disrespectful to the grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng.
Chu Yang clenched his fists, and grass and trees sprouted in his hands, slowly condensing into two wooden swords.
Zhang Sanfeng, who was practicing Tai Chi, suddenly brightened up. "Spells? I thought spells were just rumors, but I never expected to witness them with my own eyes!"
After saying this, Zhang Sanfeng's palms circulated black and white energy, and he wrapped his arms around his chest, flipping his wrists to form a "ball-holding" shape.
This is the classic Tai Chi stance – Qiankun Panqiu.
However, Zhang Sanfeng did indeed have a black and white sphere formed from qi in his arms. He suddenly pushed it forward, and the black and white sphere smashed towards Chu Yang.
Chu Yang's twin swords radiated the brilliance of the sun and moon. As he swung his swords, a burst of brilliant light erupted, colliding with the black and white sphere.
At the same time, the Tai Chi formation beneath their feet was spinning wildly.
The crowd outside the formation anxiously craned their necks to look, but ever since the Tai Chi formation appeared, they could no longer see the two people inside, as if some kind of illusion had blocked their eyes.
A thought arose in everyone's mind at the same time.
Is this something that ordinary people can actually do?
"Master Zhang's skills have long transcended the realm of martial arts; calling him a living deity is no exaggeration!"
The unruly Yang Xiao's eyes held a mixture of envy, jealousy, and a hint of resentment.
He too was a prodigy, yet he could hardly match his talent.
The others, apart from Yang Xiao, didn't have many sighs; they were only shocked because the gap between them was so large that they couldn't feel anything else.
"Mr. Chu won't lose, will he?"
A look of worry flashed across Yang Buhui's face.
"Nonsense!" Huang Rong glared at her, annoyed. "Little Chu even killed Buddha when he was in Mongolia, what is that old man!"
The terrifying scene of that battle between Buddha and demon still lingers in Huang Rong's mind.
In her view, no matter how strong Zhang Sanfeng was, he was still just a man of flesh and blood!
However, Huang Rong's unintentional remark made the disciples of Wudang Sect burst into laughter.
"He even killed the Buddha! Hahaha, why don't you say he killed Guanyin Bodhisattva and the Tathagata Buddha?"
"It's understandable to daydream at this age, but it's ridiculous to mistake fantasy for reality, little girl."
"Keep exaggerating! Why don't you just say he's the reincarnation of the Demon Lord?!"
"Hahaha, just an ordinary person, utterly laughable!"
The laughter grew louder, and coupled with the glares from the Wudang disciples, Huang Rong's face turned ashen.
Zhang Sanfeng's power seemed to give them renewed confidence, allowing them to ridicule others without restraint!
"Shut up, all of you!"
Song Yuanqiao glared angrily, his sharp gaze sweeping over the Wudang disciples who were mocking Huang Rong. They were startled and immediately lowered their heads, trembling and remaining silent.
"The atmosphere of our Wudang Sect really needs a serious overhaul!" Yu Daiyan sneered at his disciples. "You mocked this Mr. Chu with your words, but did you ever consider that he could imprison the six of us without lifting a finger?"
"What? In your eyes, are the six of us just ordinary people? Or even less than ordinary people?"
The Wudang disciples were terrified and knelt down, saying in fear, "We dare not!"
Mo Shenggu stepped in to smooth things over and appease the anger of his senior brothers, which eased the atmosphere somewhat.
"Miss Huang, our disciples were impetuous. We hope you won't take it to heart," Song Yuanqiao said, bowing slightly in apology.
Huang Rong, however, was unimpressed. She bypassed Song Yuanqiao and fixed her gaze on the young disciples of the Wudang Sect. "Don't blame me for not warning you, keep your eyes peeled and watch carefully later!"
Some disciples were unconvinced and were about to retort, but Song Yuanqiao glared at them with a stern look.
"Miss Huang, let's not stoop to their level. I believe Mr. Chu is the one who killed the Buddha!"
Yang Buhui stated firmly that she and Huang Rong were on the same side.
Huang Rong subtly moved a few steps to the side, as if to say that they weren't very familiar with each other.
Yang Buhui: "."
Just as the two were secretly vying for supremacy, the area of the Tai Chi formation diagram enveloping Chu Yang and Zhang Sanfeng suddenly expanded and rapidly spread outwards.
"Everyone, step back!"
Yin Liting, who was closest to the Tai Chi formation, retreated while reminding everyone to leave. As he passed Yang Buhui, he instinctively took her hand, wanting to lead her away from the danger.
Yang Buhui: "???"
She immediately panicked and shouted at Yang Xiao, "Father! This scoundrel assaulted me!"
Yang Xiao turned around, his eyelids twitching.
Yin Liting was silent for a moment, then looked up at Yang Xiao with sincere eyes, "Let me explain—"
Unfortunately, the Tai Chi formation didn't give him a chance, and in the blink of an eye, it extended to the feet of the two of them.
Upon seeing this, Yang Xiao immediately used the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth to pull the two of them to his side.
Although he only learned a little bit, it was enough for him to achieve this level.
next moment.
The Tai Chi diagram suddenly stopped rotating and began to vibrate continuously. The Yin and Yang fish swelled and shrank, as if something was rampaging inside.
A faint aura leaked out, yet it felt as heavy as a boulder pressing on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe.
Even the sky above Bright Summit was suddenly obscured by dark clouds.
A sense of impending storm is vividly conveyed on the page.
The Wudang disciples stared at the indistinct Tai Chi formation inside, and suddenly had a premonition that a demon god was about to be born!
Rumble!
A bolt of lightning flashed, and suddenly a torrential downpour began on Bright Peak.
The Tai Chi array image reached its limit and was forcibly broken by something, disappearing abruptly after a violent tremor.
What appeared before everyone was a demon tens of feet tall, with wings on its back, three heads and six arms!
"A demon! He really is a demon!"
"Monster!!!!"
"Laozi, Zhenwu the Great, all the gods, please show your power and save us!"
Many Wudang disciples fainted on the spot due to the impact.
Some people even had their crotches soaked; only a very few managed to remain rational.
The six heroes of Wudang looked at Huang Rong in utter shock. They had previously thought that this girl was just boasting, but now that this demon, who was dozens of feet tall, was right in front of them, it was indeed no problem for her to slay gods and immortals!
"If even the Buddha could be killed, then Master wouldn't be able to?!"
Mo Shenggu was so frightened that he lost his composure and kept muttering to himself.
Yang Xiao's heart pounded, and his legs felt weak. He could hear Wei Yixiao's bitter laugh coming from beside him.
"Left Envoy Yang, our Ming Cult's temple is too small; it seems unable to accommodate such a great figure as Mr. Chu!"
In fact, Zhang Sanfeng had already lost the moment the Tai Chi formation was broken, but looking at Chu Yang, who was like a god or demon, a surge of heroic spirit suddenly arose in his heart.
It wants to rival the heavens in height!
The raging wind and torrential rain felt like whips lashing Zhang Sanfeng, but he seemed oblivious, standing in the rain and laughing heartily.
He resumed his Tai Chi starting stance, grasping the wind with his left hand and the rain with his right, the wind and rain transforming into the Tai Chi yin-yang symbol in his hands.
Chu Yang looked down at Zhang Sanfeng on the ground with an admiring gaze.
As expected of Zhang Sanfeng, his demeanor was unparalleled. He was able to break through in the midst of battle, elevating the essence of Tai Chi to a new level.
The towering demon god also reached out and grasped the wind and rain, transforming it into a long spear, which he then hurled.
The spear collided with the yin-yang symbol, and a terrifying shockwave swept across the surroundings, instantly erasing the wind, rain, and dark clouds.
Zhang Sanfeng was not spared and was thrown away by the shockwave.
This is the end.
The two sides debated martial arts and philosophy, ending with Zhang Sanfeng's defeat.
The demon god collapsed.
Chu Yang slowly descended to earth.
Everyone stared at the scholar in awe, no longer harboring any disrespectful thoughts. The Wudang disciples, in particular, looked at Chu Yang with the utmost reverence, as if he were a deity.
After a while.
Zhang Sanfeng and his Wudang disciples prepared to leave Bright Peak.
"It is my good fortune to be able to discuss the Dao with you today. I never thought that I could reach new heights at this age."
Zhang Sanfeng chuckled, his eyes gleaming.
"I also have many insights to share."
Chu Yang also had a happy expression on his face. He had firmly grasped the essence of Tai Chi Chuan regarding the "Tao" and now he only needed to calm down and comprehend it.
"I hope we will meet again someday, Mr. Chu."
Zhang Sanfeng bowed respectfully, then led Song Yuanqiao and a group of Wudang disciples down the mountain.
"Now that this matter is settled, it's time for us to leave."
Chu Yang had Huang Rong and Li Mochou bring out the carriage so he could bid farewell to the Ming Cult members.
"I know that the leader of the Ming Cult is unworthy of a divine figure like Mr. Chu, and we dare not have such high hopes. But as the saying goes, a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring of gratitude. After all, you saved the lives of so many people in our Ming Cult—."
Yang Xiao's face lit up with hope. "If you have any instructions, sir, the people of the Ming Cult will go through fire and water without hesitation. I hope you will not find it disrespectful."
Chu Yang pondered for a moment, then nodded, accepting the favor.
Wei Yixiao and the others were overjoyed.
"After this incident, the Ming Cult's reputation in the martial arts world will soar, and many people of dubious origin will surely want to join. I hope you will all maintain your integrity and refrain from indiscriminately recruiting scoundrels who may commit evil deeds!"
"In the future, we must always take the fate of He Taichong and the others as a warning."
Before leaving, Chu Yang left a few warnings that sent a chill down Yang Xiao and the others' spines. The meaning was clear: whether the Ming Cult was saved or destroyed was entirely up to him.
After leaving Bright Peak, Chu Yang did not rush back to the Southern Song Dynasty. Instead, he took a trip to the Ming Dynasty and executed those who had escaped the net during the siege of the Ancient Tomb Sect.
Among them were many who were called heroes by the righteous sects.
While the martial arts world of the Ming Dynasty was disgusted by the bloodshed, after Zhang Sanfeng returned to Wudang Mountain, a shocking piece of news instantly swept through major restaurants and rumor-mongering hubs across the country.
"Master Zhang himself admitted that he lost to that mysterious 'Mr. Chu'!"
"Even the legendary Zhang the Immortal lost?"
"What should we do? Who in the world is a match for that demon?"
"Master Zhang also said that Mr. Chu is a highly skilled cultivator with a past connection to the Ancient Tomb Sect. He is not a member of the Demonic Sect, and his actions this time are aimed at those who participated in the siege of the Ancient Tomb Sect."
"So that's how it is. I was wondering why the other three sects were unaffected when the six major sects went to Bright Peak. Shaolin, Emei, and Wudang are all monks and did not participate in the struggle for the Nine Yin Manual."
"But how were Abbess Miejue and Master Kongwen's arms severed?"
"I heard that even though Mr. Chu had let them go, they still fought back, angering him, and each of them lost an arm."
"Isn't this just asking for trouble? But I have to say, Mr. Chu has quite a temper."
"Heh, if I had such superior martial arts skills, I'd have an even bigger temper than him!"
"Speaking of which, fewer and fewer people have died recently, and it's been a long time since we've heard any rumors of any master being killed by Mr. Chu."
"Nonsense! Not everyone's rushing to grab that Nine Yin Manual. Those who're even joining the fray are all experts; it's not our turn!"
"Breaking news! Breaking news!"
"The reclusive elder of the Huashan Sect, Feng Qingyang, emerged from seclusion and fought with that Mr. Chu at a certain ferry crossing!"
"The two of them leveled the mountains on both sides of the river!"
After his defeat, Feng Qingyang left behind a poem and then drifted away.
"Like a demon lord descended from heaven, truly a celestial being!"
The noisy restaurant suddenly fell silent, only to erupt into a violent uproar!
At the same time, Zhang Sanfeng, who was preaching to his disciples at Wudang Mountain, also heard the news.
He remained silent for a long while.
Hehe smiled.
"The Demon Lord?"
"Tai Sui?"
"Truly deserving of its name?"
Huang Rong quickly returned to the territory of the Northern Song Dynasty in the carriage.
After the upheaval in the Ancient Tomb Sect, Li Mochou became much more sensible. Although she couldn't drive, she often stayed by Huang Rong's side to learn and try to master the skill.
Chu Yang had a vague feeling that she was afraid he would abandon her.
This is an inner demon, which Chu Yang can hardly resolve with just a few words; he can only leave it to time.
Little Dragon Girl often snuggles in Chu Yang's arms to sleep, as if only in this way can she gain enough sense of security. And looking at this adorable little baby, Chu Yang can't refuse her.
After being gone for a month or so, some changes had occurred in the martial arts world of the Northern Song Dynasty. Qiao Feng had disappeared without a trace, and few people mentioned him anymore.
Kang Min, the wife of Ma Dayuan, the former deputy leader of the Qiaobang gang, died suddenly at home due to illness.
The "Precious Chess Game," which attracted the attention of heroes from all over the world, had just ended, leaving Huang Rong, who always loved to join in the fun, feeling extremely regretful.
"Keep going, there's even more excitement waiting for you."
"Where to?!"
"Tianshan, Misty Peak, Lingjiu Palace."
Huang Rong turned her head and stole a glance at Li Mochou, as if she had remembered something.
The Palace Master of Lingjiu Palace, Tianshan Tonglao, also participated in the battle for the Nine Yin Manual, but for some reason, she did not attend in person.
The 36 cave masters and 72 island masters under her command served her faithfully.
The reason why Tianshan Child Granny stole the Nine Yin Manual was very simple: she wanted to refer to this manual, which was known as the general outline of all martial arts, in order to solve the drawbacks of her Everlasting Youth and Longevity Skill.
The Heavenly Child Granny has been practicing this skill since she was six years old. It took her thirty days to regain her youth at the age of thirty-six, sixty days at the age of sixty-six, and ninety days at the age of ninety-six.
The downside is that each time one rejuvenates, all their power is lost. One day of practice can restore their power at the age of seven, and each subsequent day is equivalent to a year. Moreover, they need to drink fresh blood at noon every day in order to practice.
During this period, if you encounter retaliation from your enemies, you are basically helpless and have no power to fight back.
Moreover, due to Li Qiushui's scheme, Tianshan Tonglao's training went awry, causing her body to remain permanently stuck at the age of eight or nine, which has always been a source of her heartache.
But for Chu Yang and Li Mochou, no matter what Tianshan Tonglao's motives or how she participated, the punishment she deserved would eventually fall on her head.
The night was dark and the wind was high.
At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.
Lingjiu Palace dispatched a large number of palace maids to be on high alert.
The masters of the thirty-six caves and the seventy-two islands also led their disciples to guard this place.
Such a massive operation would give any power in the world a headache.
The reason this group was so alarmed was simply because a carriage had entered the territory of Lingjiu Palace.
It was an ordinary carriage, except for the extraordinary horse pulling it; there was nothing else particularly remarkable about it.
What everyone was afraid of was the man sitting on the carriage shaft.
Recently, some people have been calling him the Demon Lord, while others have been calling him Tai Sui.
But the most common way to address him is as "Mr. Chu".
Over the past few months, in the world of martial arts spanning several countries, if we were to name the most prominent figure, it would undoubtedly be "Mr. Chu."
One man swept through six major sects.
He first defeated Zhang Zhenren of Wudang, and then defeated Feng Qingyang, a peak expert in swordsmanship.
He personally destroyed countless prestigious sects, and countless renowned heroes and extraordinary figures died at his hands.
Their remarkable achievements, seemingly straight out of a fairy tale, inspire fear in all who hear of them.
Wherever he went, rivers of blood flowed.
Anyone even remotely connected to the destruction of the Ancient Tomb Sect deserves a hundred deaths for their sacrifice.
Unfortunately, Lingjiu Palace is such an unlucky place.
Not only did they fail to obtain the Nine Yin Manual, they also incurred the wrath of a powerful evil star.
"Whether you stick your neck out or not, you'll get stabbed anyway. When will this ever end?"
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"What's there to be afraid of? There are so many of us, and he's all alone. We could drown him if each of us spat on him."
"If having more people was useful, we wouldn't have been enslaved by the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny for so many years—"
"Shut up! If the maids of Lingjiu Palace hear this, we're all dead! Have you forgotten what the Life and Death Talisman tastes like?"
Upon hearing this, the cave lords and island masters were immediately terrified.
The pain when the Life and Death Talisman is activated is so intense it penetrates to the very marrow.
In comparison, perhaps dying at Mr. Chu's hands would be a relief?
As everyone was lost in thought, the clatter of horses' hooves echoed through the night, reaching their ears.
Under the moonlight, a very ordinary horse-drawn carriage was faintly visible.
The carriage moved through the mountains as if on flat ground. Perhaps because of the darkness, they did not realize that the carriage was actually floating on the road.
Everyone held their breath and turned to look at the representative of Lingjiu Palace, Tianshan Tonglao's personal maid.
The Four Swords: Plum Blossom, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum.
Mei Jian, dressed in a red robe, stepped forward from the crowd, looked at the scholar sitting in the carriage, and said loudly, "My grandmother learned that you would be passing through Tianshan, so she specially sent us to see you off. We have prepared a small gift, which is not much, but we hope you will accept it."
The meaning is simple: since I didn't get the Nine Yin Manual anyway, I'm giving you this gift as an apology, and we're even now.
Mei Jian glanced at Boss Wu in the crowd and gestured for him to present the prepared gifts to the "Demon Lord".
Old Wu's face immediately fell, and he cursed inwardly, but he quickly put on a smile and respectfully carried a pile of golden treasures toward the carriage.
As they approached, Old Wu cautiously used the moonlight to secretly sized up the scholar before him.
He had originally thought the other person would look fierce, but to his surprise, he was greeted by a face with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, exuding a gentle and refined temperament.
He was clearly a kind-looking Confucian scholar, completely unrelated to terms like "demon lord" or "Grand Duke Jupiter".
Wu Laoda was so engrossed in the test that he suddenly snapped back to reality when he felt the other person looking at him with a mocking gaze. He broke out in a cold sweat!
"Mr. Chu, this is a small gift, I hope you won't find it offensive." Boss Wu's hands and feet were cold, and his tongue seemed to be tied in knots, so he spoke intermittently.
Among that pile of treasures were four or five fist-sized luminous pearls, which were priceless.
But Chu Yang didn't give it a second glance. He reached out and knocked on the carriage, saying softly, "Little girl."
Li Mochou poked half her head out, glanced at the treasures, said "I don't want them," and then pulled her head back in.
Chu Yang shrugged helplessly and laughed, "She said she doesn't want it, what should we do?"
Old Wu was sweating profusely, and awkwardly grinned, saying, "Please accept it. Don't take a child's words seriously!"
"The problem is, I don't want it either—" Chu Yang said quietly, "How about something more valuable?"
Old Wu swallowed hard. "What's even more valuable?"
Chu Yang didn't answer, but just looked at him with a kind smile.
Old Wu's face suddenly turned deathly pale, as if he had already guessed what was more valuable than treasure—
He trembled as he retreated step by step, not daring to turn his back to Chu Yang, fearing that his head would be separated from his body in the next second.
Mei Jian frowned when he saw Boss Wu carrying the treasure back again, and asked, "Boss Wu, what are you doing?!"
"Miss Mei's Mr. Chu wants something even more valuable!"
Old Wu replied with a long face.
Mei Jian was completely bewildered.
Boss Wu had no choice but to spell it out: "The Demon King wants our lives!"
Mei Jian's face turned ashen!
The others didn't look much better either.
"Utterly arrogant! Grandma doesn't want to be his enemy, yet this man is taking advantage of her kindness. Does he really think our Lingjiu Palace is afraid of him?"
"All departments of Lingjiu Palace, listen to my command! Form ranks and surround that carriage. I want to see what this Mr. Chu is really made of!"
"Thirty-six cave masters, seventy-two island masters, Grandma orders you to lead the charge. Whoever captures him will be released from the control of the Life and Death Talisman!"
The Heavenly Child Granny seemed to have foreseen the worst outcome and made arrangements long ago, with the four sisters, Plum Blossom, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum, issuing orders on her behalf.
Wu Laoda and the others, who had received the death order, were initially quite desperate, but upon hearing that the Life and Death Talisman could be lifted, a blush rose on each of their faces, and their eyes turned crazed.
The pain of the Life and Death Talisman is more terrifying than death itself.
The shouts of battle were deafening. A group of warriors charged recklessly toward the carriage, followed by palace maids from Lingjiu Palace in formation.
Chu Yang had no interest in fighting these worthless bastards, so he directly activated his Conqueror's Haki.
An invisible surge of energy caused martial arts masters to fall to the ground one by one. After a short while, only the four sisters, Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju, remained at the foot of the mountain.
Mei Jian, who had been so arrogant just moments before, stood there trembling.
She had never seen anything like this before. She had only heard that the Demon Lord was very evil, but she didn't know how evil he was.
Now I can witness it with my own eyes.
"What are your plans to do with these people?"
"They didn't directly hurt me, and I don't want to take their lives."
"Alright, then let's stick to the old rules and cripple their martial arts."
Upon hearing that her martial arts skills were to be crippled, Huang Rong eagerly climbed out of the carriage and began skillfully damaging the meridians and dantian of Wu Laoda and his men.
Their skill was frightening.
Chu Yang has always valued clear distinctions between gratitude and resentment.
The Heavenly Child Granny was the mastermind, and Wu Laoda and others were accomplices. As for the palace maids of Lingjiu Palace, apart from their master-servant relationship with the Heavenly Child Granny, they had nothing to do with this matter.
On that day at Bright Peak, Chu Yangge only killed the leaders of the Qiang, Huashan, and Kunlun sects, without making things difficult for their disciples.
Therefore, he decided to let the maids go.
The carriage slowly approached the mountain road leading to Misty Peak. Chu Yang turned his head to the four swordsmen, Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum, who were dumbfounded, and said, "Excuse me, could you please move aside?"
The four looked panicked and trembled, but they did not obey and move aside.
They knew that if they stepped aside, the Heavenly Child Granny, who was in seclusion cultivating, would definitely be no match for the person in front of them.
The four were raised by the Heavenly Child Granny, and the debt of gratitude for her upbringing alone was enough for them to sacrifice their lives.
"Loyalty is commendable."
Chu Yang nodded.
Plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum gritted their teeth, drew their swords, and prepared to fight to the death, but before they could take a single step, they all collapsed to the ground.
Ultimately, they weren't even top-tier experts, so how could they possibly withstand the impact of Conqueror's Haki?
The Tianshan Mountains are steep and rugged, and the Lingjiu Palace is located on a dangerous peak. Since Xiao Hong refused to go, Chu Yang had no choice but to leave them at the foot of the mountain.
Huang Rong originally wanted to go with them, but she was worried about the safety of Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu, so she gave up the idea.
And so, Chu Yang climbed the peak alone.
The Tianshan Mountains are magnificent, adding to the mystery of the silent night. Most of the palace maids of Lingjiu Palace were arranged by Tianshan Tonglao to stay at the foot of the mountain, leaving only a small group of people guarding the mountain, who could be almost ignored.
Whether on the mountain or below, Tianshan Tonglao didn't care about the lives of these people. As long as they could stop Chu Yang, their deaths would be worthwhile.
In Tianshan Tonglao's mind, there was no master in the world who could truly fight against a thousand men single-handedly, not even her master Xiaoyaozi.
Perhaps she felt that even Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang combined were no match for her master, and that Mr. Chu, who defeated the two, was nothing special.
With nearly a thousand disciples of Lingjiu Palace, plus Boss Wu's gang, there's no reason they couldn't stop Mr. Chu. They could wear him down even with a war of attrition.
"The Demon Lord? Tai Sui?"
"I'll deal with you after I've mastered my divine skills. You can be arrogant for now!"
After cultivating for a while, Tianshan Tonglao felt uneasy. Saying a few harsh words seemed to be her way of giving herself some confidence. After a quarter of an hour, Tianshan Tonglao began to circulate her energy again.
The palace where the hermitage was located suddenly began to tremble.
The Heavenly Child Granny suddenly opened her eyes.
Rumble~~^
It felt like some terrifying force was bombarding the entire palace from outside!
Do not!
It's bombarding the entire Misty Peak!
Tianshan Child Granny was terrified. Ignoring the danger of going into demonic possession, she interrupted her cultivation once again and hurriedly left the palace.
A young scholar was pounding on the gate of Lingjiu Palace with his fist, which was as big as a sandbag.
Since it's about avenging the massacre of our entire family, there's no reason not to tear down this dilapidated mountain gate.
Not only Lingjiu Palace, but all the sects that Chu Yang dismantled along the way received the same treatment.
First demolish the mountain gate, then kill the sect leader.
Upon seeing this, Tianshan Tonglao felt a chill run down her spine!
She could guess who the scholar in front of her was even with her toes; so many people couldn't stop him.
Just as the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny was terrified, Chu Yang suddenly looked up and gazed in her direction.
The two looked at each other.
Chu Yang grinned.
Tianshan Tonglao's heart suddenly contracted, as if someone had squeezed it tightly.
She used her lightness skill to turn and escape, but her body was controlled by an immense suction force in mid-air, and the surrounding scenery was rapidly reversed.
The next moment, Tianshan Tonglao's neck tightened, as if it had been clamped tightly by a vise.
"You're a pitiful person, reduced to this state for the sake of a fleeting love. As you die, let me tell you the truth: the person your senior brother Wuyazi loved most in his life was not you, nor Li Qiushui, but your junior sister."
Upon hearing this, Tianshan Tonglao froze, then suddenly turned around, but Chu Yang grabbed her neck and snapped it as she turned.
Even so, the Heavenly Child Granny still stared intently at Chu Yang.
"Are you telling the truth?"
Tianshan Child Granny, her eyes wide with rage, clung to her last breath, desperately seeking a definitive answer.
"real."
Chu Yang nodded.
"Hehehe~~~ Hahaha~~~"
The Heavenly Child Granny let out a strange laugh, and her eyes grew dimmer and dimmer.
Chu Yang placed her body at the foot of the mountain gate, then shattered the gate with a single palm strike, burying it along with her body in front of Lingjiu Palace.
After doing all this, Chu Yang entered the magnificent Lingjiu Palace and wandered around.
Upon entering the garden, Chu Yang used his Observation Haki to locate the mechanism. After triggering it, the artificial hill in the garden slowly moved, revealing a gap.
Following the opening, Chu Yang entered the tunnel. The tunnel twisted and turned downwards, clearly revealing a huge cavity inside Misty Peak.
After an unknown amount of time, the scenery suddenly opened up before us.
A spacious grotto came into view.
The stone walls on both sides are polished smooth, like a mirror, and are engraved with many pictures and words. The intricate lines are the paths of cultivation, but many parts are missing.
The nearly one thousand pictures were dazzling.
Some of these are the unique skills of the Xiaoyao Sect left behind by the Heavenly Child Granny, while most originated from the original owner of this place.
The Lingjiu Palace on Tianshan Mountain was originally an ancient site discovered by Xiaoyaozi, the founder of the Xiaoyao Sect, by chance. It was a mysterious sect from hundreds of years ago, and the Xiaoyao Sect was merely a latecomer who usurped its place.
The mysterious martial arts techniques on the stone wall are far more exquisite than the Nine Yin Manual. In Chu Yang's view, they could even be regarded as supernatural secret techniques.
If an ordinary person watches for even a short time, they will lose their mind and suffer from a splitting headache; this is a sign of brain overload.
Chu Yang had no such concerns at all; he simply observed for a moment and memorized all the pictures.
He sat down on the ground, closed his eyes, and began to deduce the problem. After a while, Chu Yang showed a surprised expression.
The martial arts techniques left behind by mysterious sects have extremely high reference value, no less than Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi Chuan, and possess a natural "Taoist charm".
"When he was young, Xiaoyaozi probably referenced the techniques here, which is why he created so many wonderful martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect."
Chu Yang looked at the murals that had been corroded by the passage of time and felt a pang of regret.
If it were complete, he would now possess a complete cultivation method.
After leaving the cave, Chu Yang did not destroy the entrance, but chose to leave directly.
The predecessors planted trees so that the successors could enjoy the shade. Chu Yang had no interest in planting trees, much less in uprooting them so that future generations would have nowhere to enjoy the shade.
It took only a blink of an eye to fly from Misty Peak to the foot of the mountain, and Mei Lan Zhu Ju, Wu Lao Da, and the others were still unaware of what was happening.
The little red horse snorted and pulled the carriage away into the night.
Before long, news of the destruction of Lingjiu Palace spread throughout the martial arts world. All the major sects were immediately thrown into a state of panic, with their disciples living in constant fear.
Under immense pressure, the martial arts world of both the Northern and Southern Song dynasties decided to unite and convene a martial arts conference to invite the legendary "Master Chu" to negotiate, ostensibly to make peace.