dmims Chapter 107 Annihilating Three Sects, Target Zhang Sanfeng! [10,000 words, please continue reading]
Chapter 107 Annihilating Three Sects, Target Zhang Sanfeng! [10,000 words, please continue reading]
Chapter 107 Annihilating Three Sects, Target Zhang Sanfeng! [10,000 words, please continue reading]
The six major sects and the Ming Cult were locked in a fierce battle. There were at least seven or eight thousand disciples on both sides, if not ten thousand, but all of them fainted after Chu Yang's roar.
Many experts were both shocked and furious.
Chu Yang glanced at them coldly, his killing intent sweeping over everyone like a biting cold wind. Among the six masters present, the most skilled were Master Kongwen of the Shaolin School and Abbess Miejue of the Emei School.
When faced with this murderous intent, the fear of death caused their bodies to tremble instinctively, completely out of control.
Abbess Miejue gripped the Heaven-Slaying Sword tightly, trying to find courage in it. "Abbess, this scholar is very strange. We should be careful—"
Master Kongwen slowly walked to Abbess Miejue's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with her.
Abbess Miejue turned her head and glanced at him, just in time to see Master Kongwen's hand holding the Zen staff trembling.
Abbess Miejue took a deep breath. "Master, judging from this scholar's age, he should not be one of the Left and Right Envoys of the Demonic Sect, the Four Great Dharma Kings, or the Five Wanderers."
"I hope they don't come with ill intentions." Master Kongwen sighed softly, stepped forward, and stared at Chu Yang, asking, "The Demonic Sect is evil and everyone has the right to kill it. May I ask who you are and why you are getting involved in the conflict between our six major sects and the Demonic Sect?"
Chu Yang did not answer him, and silently walked towards the Ming Cult's main hall, leaving only one sentence before entering.
"If any of you make any move before I come out, I guarantee that none of the six major sects will be able to leave Bright Peak alive."
Upon hearing this, all the experts from the six major sects showed expressions of indignation, and even Master Kongwen, a monk, had a gloomy face.
Who in the world would dare to utter such arrogant words in front of them?
"You little punk, all bark and no bite! Today, your Grandpa Tang will teach you a lesson in manners!"
The five elders of the fang clan had extremely fiery tempers, with Tang Wenliang being the most extreme. He was like a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment. How could he possibly swallow this insult?
Tang Wenliang assumed a boxing stance and strode towards Chu Yang.
Chu Yang pointed his fingers together as a sword and slashed forward, unleashing an invisible burst of energy that transformed into a powerful strike.
The slash came at an extremely fast speed, and Tang Wenliang couldn't react at all. In the blink of an eye, he suddenly felt dizzy and, upon closer inspection, he found that his body was actually running forward.
His neck and above were bald, and after running only a few steps, blood gushed out like a fountain.
Tang Wenliang's consciousness gradually faded, and his last thought in the world consisted of only four words.
what?
I am dead?
"Junior brother!!!"
Tang Wenliang died, and the other four members of the Five Elders were filled with grief and indignation, but none of them dared to step forward.
Such a bizarre death should serve as a cautionary tale.
After all, he's someone who's reached the position of sect leader; even if he's stupid, there's a limit.
The experts from the six major sects watched Chu Yang enter the main hall, and no one dared to make a move, including Abbess Miejue, who was holding the Heaven-Slaying Sword.
It wasn't that she was afraid, but apart from her, all the other disciples of the Emei Sect were lying on the ground. If they angered this guy of unknown origin, their lives would be in danger.
Shaolin and Wudang had similar ideas.
Inside the Ming Cult's main hall, the lights flickered, making visibility extremely poor.
If Chu Yang hadn't had such keen eyesight, he probably wouldn't have been able to see the Ming Cult leaders lying on the ground.
Yang Xiao, the Left Envoy of Light; Wei Yixiao, the Green-Winged Bat King; and the Five Wanderers.
It was a well-known fact that the Ming Cult was divided, and with a major battle imminent, these people still managed to start fighting each other.
At a critical moment in the internal strife, they were ambushed by Cheng Kun, who was hiding in a secret passage, and all of them were seriously injured.
Chu Yang spotted Cheng Kun, who was hiding in a dark corner, ready to pounce.
Yang Xiao and the others thought Chu Yang hadn't seen it and were about to remind him when Chu Yang had already made his move.
Chu Yang stretched out his hand and aimed it at Cheng Kun; a terrifying suction force emanated from his palm.
Myriad phenomena guide the heavens.
Cheng Kun suddenly felt unable to move his body and had a bad feeling. In the blink of an eye, Chu Yang had grabbed his neck.
"Benefactor, I am Yuanzhen of the Shaolin School. I am not an evil person. My master is the Venerable Monk Kongjian."
In his moment of imminent danger, Cheng Kun hurriedly revealed his sect affiliation, hoping that the unfamiliar master before him would spare him out of respect for Kong Jian's reputation as a member of the Shaolin sect.
But he didn't expect that as soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying force came from his neck, extremely decisive.
A click.
Chu Yang crushed Cheng Kun's neck and tossed Cheng Kun's body aside like trash.
When Yang Xiao and the others saw Chu Yang kill Cheng Kun, they were overjoyed.
"Good riddance! Good riddance! This scoundrel killed our Leader Yang, he deserved to die like this, truly heaven has eyes!"
"Even if my Ming Cult is destroyed today, I can at least give an account to my leader in the afterlife!"
"Hahaha!!!"
Zhou Dian, one of the Five Wanderers, burst into laughter, and the others, infected by his laughter, also started to laugh.
"Brother Zhou is right. It is Yang Xiao's good fortune to be able to go to the Yellow Springs with you all today."
With a smile in his eyes, Yang Xiao set aside his airs as acting leader and spoke from the bottom of his heart.
In just a few words, the long-standing grudges within the Ming Cult seemed to vanish in an instant.
"Are you finished talking?" Chu Yang asked coldly, cutting to the chase, "Where are Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu?"
The expressions on their faces changed.
Yang Xiao sighed deeply, "I never expected that my daughter's momentary soft-heartedness in saving those two would cause such a huge trouble for our sect. I, Yang Xiao, have failed the Ming Cult and my brothers."
"You have saved our lives. If you only want the Nine Yin Manual, I can get it for you. But if you are after those two, I am afraid I cannot comply."
Even in dire straits, Yang Xiao maintained his composure and replied to Chu Yang with neither arrogance nor servility.
The reason Yang Xiao acted this way was because Li Mochou had first saved Yang Buhui during the conflict between the Ming Cult and the Six Major Sects, and then Yang Buhui repaid the favor by using the power of the Ming Cult to save the two of them.
Yang Xiao's attitude relieved Chu Yang, at least proving that Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu were not in danger here.
"Chu Yang here expresses his gratitude to the Ming Cult on behalf of my two friends."
Chu Yang bowed to Yang Xiao in thanks, then stepped forward and placed his hand on Yang Xiao's shoulder.
As Yang Xiao slumped to the ground, he instinctively tried to resist, but he felt a warm current flowing through his limbs and bones, and his internal injuries were healing at an astonishing speed.
A few breaths later, Yang Xiao stood up. His blood and qi flowed smoothly without any stagnation, and he felt completely comfortable.
Yang Xiao looked at Chu Yang with surprise and delight.
Chu Yang smiled and said, "Left Envoy Yang, could you allow me to see them?"
If Chu Yang is an enemy and not a friend, there is no need to heal his injuries. Once Yang Xiao understood this, he immediately replied, "Young Master Chu, please wait a moment. I will have my daughter bring them out."
During this time, Chu Yang also cured Wu Sanren and Wei Yixiao.
Splash splash~~^
The sound of chains sliding on the ground could be heard.
Yang Xiao reappeared in the main hall, followed by a group of girls.
He had a daughter named Yang Buhui, and also an ugly girl with her hands and feet bound.
Behind the two was Li Mochou, who was tightly embracing Xiaolongnu.
Li Mochou's delicate features, with her willow-leaf eyebrows and bright eyes, and her fair, frost-like face marked by several menacing scars, made her awe-inspiring to behold.
Li Mochou was disfigured.
Chu Yang sighed inwardly.
Although the girl was impulsive and had several conflicts with him, she was ultimately trying to protect the people around her.
Protect the elderly Granny Sun, and protect the young Little Dragon Girl.
As the eldest disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect, Li Mochou, who was younger than Huang Rong, bore a heavy responsibility that was difficult for someone her age to bear.
Chu Yang didn't dislike her; in fact, he admired her courage.
The scars on Li Mochou's face are proof of her efforts to protect Xiaolongnu.
"Mr. Chu—"
Li Mochou remembered that Granny Sun had told her before she died that she must find the man in front of her, so she desperately fled this way with Xiaolongnu.
It was only because I vaguely heard Mu Nianci mention that they were going to Mongolia.
The moment Li Mochou actually saw Chu Yang, the mental defenses she had painstakingly built collapsed.
The girl, not yet fifteen, helplessly hugged a girl even younger than herself, and stood there crying loudly.
"Mr. Chu, it's all my fault! I accidentally revealed that the Nine Yin Manual was hidden in the ancient tomb, and I'm the one who killed Granny Sun."
"Grandma Sun and you both clearly warned me not to tell this."
As if trying to release all the pent-up emotions in her heart, Li Mochou cried very hard, and was a little out of breath.
Little Dragon Girl wiped away Li Mochou's tears with her hand, making childish "ee-ee-ya-ya" sounds.
Chu Yang noticed something strange about her voice, so he went over to check and discovered that Xiaolongnu's throat had been poisoned.
With his eyes gradually turning bloodshot, Chu Yang asked in a deep voice, "Who did this?"
Li Mochou only said one sentence, "Many people."
Chu Yang took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. His expression softened, and he said softly, "Don't worry, I can heal this minor injury."
Li Mochou was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears again, tears streaming down her face.
Whether annoyed by the crying or worried about the battle outside, Wei Yixiao said loudly with a sorrowful expression, "Young Hero Chu, you can stay in the hall and catch up with your friends for now. This old bat of mine will go out for a walk to see how our brothers are doing. If they are lucky enough to survive, I will definitely repay your kindness today."
The others then realized what was happening, muttering similar excuses, and followed Wei Yixiao out in large strides.
Yang Xiao glanced at his daughter Yang Buhui with reluctance, then turned to Chu Yang and bowed, saying, "I hope that Young Hero Chu can grant me one more favor and help my daughter Buhui leave Bright Peak."
Yang Buhui panicked immediately, crying and shouting, "Father, what are you saying?!"
"The term 'young hero' sounds awkward to me. I'm just a schoolteacher." Chu Yang shook his head and said, "Left Envoy Yang, please forgive me for being unable to help you. I still have grudges with the six major sects that have not yet been settled."
"Don't worry, come with me. Let's settle our scores and avenge our grievances."
Chu Yang took Xiaolongnu from Li Mochou's arms, then took Li Mochou's hand and walked outside.
"I would like to trouble all the heroes of the Ming Cult to put aside their grudges for now, and let me settle things with the six major sects first."
"The six major sects have a large number of people and are powerful. Young Hero Chu alone will probably suffer a great loss. Let our Ming Cult take the lead."
"It's alright."
Wei Yixiao and the others wanted to persuade him again, but they didn't expect that Chu Yang's figure would disappear like a ghost in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Dian wiped his eyes, shocked, and exclaimed, "This lightness skill is even more amazing than Wei Fuwang's!"
The Laughing Buddha stroked his greasy head and said, "This young hero Chu is truly an unbelievable person. Putting everything else aside, just at his age, even if he started practicing martial arts in the womb, it would be impossible for him to be this strong."
Leng Qian nodded indifferently, but inwardly he was filled with admiration.
"Let's hurry out and support Mr. Chu, lest those hypocritical scoundrels take advantage of our situation!"
Yang Xiao caught up from behind and reminded everyone.
"Mr. Chu?"
He said he was a schoolteacher.
"Where did you find such a skilled teacher? And so... eerie?"
"Haha, if my schoolteacher when I was a child had been like Mr. Chu, I probably would have been a top scholar by now!"
"Alright, Zhou Dian, don't make things difficult for Mr. Chu. If you were his student, Mr. Chu would probably have changed careers long ago!"
The others burst into laughter, but Zhou Dian's face remained grim.
Yang Xiao was the first to walk out of the Ming Cult's main hall, and when he saw the scene outside, he froze on the spot.
The five wandering men and Wei Yixiao who followed were also stunned one after another.
The summit of Bright Peak was densely packed with people; at first glance, it was no exaggeration to describe it as a field strewn with corpses.
When Yang Xiao approached, he found that most of the people were breathing steadily, but had simply fainted.
Wei Yixiao and the Five Wanderers looked at each other. Having seen countless storms in their lives, they had never seen anything like this before.
"Whether it's our Ming Cult members or the disciples of the six major sects, none of them look like they've been poisoned. It's truly unbelievable."
Zhou Dian was completely baffled and almost scratched his head in frustration.
"It must still be Mr. Chu's doing. No wonder he dared to say he wanted to settle scores with the six major sects."
Yang Xiao sincerely admired Chu Yang's methods. Although he didn't know how the other party had done it, he already felt a sense of awe.
At the same time, Chu Yang stood with Li Mochou in front of Abbess Miejue and the others.
Master Kongwen, Abbess Miejue, and the Seven Heroes of Wudang all merely showed expressions of surprise.
Meanwhile, the four elders of the qiang clan, He Taichong and Ban Shuxian, the leaders of the Kunlun School, and Xian Yutong of the Huashan School all showed signs of panic.
"Who among them was involved?"
Li Mochou's face showed resentment and venom as she pointed to the Four Elders of the Qiangdong, He Taichong, Ban Shuxian, and Xianyu Tong in turn.
Chu Yang was somewhat surprised that the usually irritable Abbess Miejue did not join them in persecuting Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu.
Come to think of it, the Emei inner cultivation method is derived from the Nine Yang Divine Skill, which is no less powerful than the Nine Yin Manual. In addition, she also has the Heaven-Slaying Sword. The self-important Abbess Miejue would certainly disdain doing such despicable things.
Ultimately, it all comes down to their ancestors being wealthy.
Tang Wenliang died at Chu Yang's hands, and the four elders already had a blood feud with him. Seeing his close relationship with Li Mochou, they couldn't sit still any longer.
The four exchanged a glance; their tacit understanding built over many years meant they knew each other's thoughts without needing to say a word.
"Let's do it!"
Guan Neng, who possessed the highest martial arts skills, was the first to strike, letting out a loud shout.
"Gentlemen, this demon's martial arts are incredibly high. After he kills us, it will be your turn. Are you really going to sit here and wait to die?"
The second brother, Zong Weixia, followed closely behind, not forgetting to urge the remaining sect leaders to join in.
He Taichong and his wife, along with Xianyu Tong, realized that they were in the same boat as the four elders, so they followed the four and attacked without hesitation.
Master Kongwen and Abbess Miejue remained inactive, both being shrewd and calculating individuals who wanted to gauge Chu Yang's true strength.
Although Song Yuanqiao and the other seven heroes of Wudang despised the actions of the Five Elders, they had no choice but to help them due to their oath of alliance.
More than a dozen top martial arts masters surrounded and attacked Chu Yang alone.
Upon seeing this, Yang Xiao and the others couldn't help but curse the shamelessness of these righteous martial arts practitioners!
Just as they were about to lend a helping hand, they suddenly saw Chu Yang unleash several palm strikes, and a deafening dragon roar resounded from Bright Peak.
The terrifying palm force transformed into several golden dragons soaring through the air, rushing towards the three sect leaders with overwhelming momentum.
The four elders tried to withstand the Seven Injury Fist, but all their bones and muscles were shattered, and they died on the spot.
He Taichong, Ban Shuxian, and Xianyu Tong drew their swords to slay the dragon, but their swords shattered and their heart meridians were severed by the powerful palm strike.
In just one round, the three sect leaders died simultaneously. The four elders who had previously clamored to kill Chu Yang were now cold, lifeless corpses.
Accompanying them were He Taichong and his wife, as well as Xianyu Tong, the leader of the Huashan Sect.
The Abbess Miejue, who had been hesitating whether to make a move just a second ago, now looked extremely ugly. If she had known that the scholar opposite her was so powerful, she should have joined forces with He Taichong and the others.
Now that he has killed seven people, his fighting strength has been reduced by half, and he is already at a complete disadvantage.
The eminent monk Master Kongwen kept chanting Buddhist mantras, crushing the prayer beads in his palm, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his bald forehead.
The seven Wudang heroes who survived by sheer luck formed the True Martial Seven Intercept Formation, but they dared not make any rash moves.
"Who else?"
Chu Yang lowered his head and asked Li Mochou.
"These monks have never made things difficult for us."
Li Mochou replied.
"In that case, I will not pursue the others except for the few Taoist priests who made the move."
Chu Yang shifted his gaze to Song Yuanqiao and the others.
The group of people trembled in unison, their eyes wide with rage, ready to fight to the death.
"Amitabha! Sect Leader He and his companions were blinded by greed and suffered this misfortune. It's no one else's fault. Why must you take your anger out on Hero Song and his group?"
Master Kongwen saw that Chu Yang did not seem like a tyrannical person, and the habit of monks to lead people to goodness began to creep in.
"Monk, why didn't you say this when they interfered?"
A cold glint flashed in Chu Yang's eyes, and he said in a chilling voice, "Say one more word, and you won't escape either!"
Master Kongwen sighed deeply.
"How dare you! Master Kongwen is a high-ranking monk of Shaolin; how can you humiliate him like this!"
The Heaven-Slaying Sword was drawn angrily, adding a chill to Bright Peak. Abbess Miejue stared coldly at Chu Yang.
How could she, with her proud and arrogant nature, tolerate Chu Yang's boastful words here?
With the Heaven-Slaying Sword, she was invincible throughout her life, never bowing down to anyone.
"Old nun, I've already given you enough face by not making things difficult for them." Chu Yang's expression grew increasingly cold, indicating that his patience was running out.
"You little brat, you think you're invincible just because you killed those few good-for-nothings, the Five Elders?"
"The Six Heroes of Wudang, Master Kongwen—if this brat isn't eliminated today, he'll surely become a major threat in the future!"
Abbess Miejue harbored murderous intent towards Chu Yang, so she encouraged Song Yuanqiao and the others not to sit idly by and wait for their deaths.
"That old nun! How dare she bully the weak with numbers?! What kind of nonsense is this?! Have she wasted her life?"
"If you want to besiege Mr. Chu, you'll have to see if our Ming Cult agrees!"
"You who have invaded my Bright Peak today will not leave alive!"
Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao used their lightness skills to arrive beside Chu Yang, staring at Abbess Miejue with cold smiles.
The five wandering men arrived shortly afterward, all with expressions of shared hatred for the enemy.
"You scholar, you've indeed colluded with the Demonic Sect! Everyone, even if we die here today, we'll perish together with them!"
Abbess Miejue roared indignantly.
Master Kongwen's face showed compassion, with a tragic sense of sacrificing himself to feed the demon, while Song Yuanqiao and the others looked as if they were preparing to die heroically.
Chu Yang glanced at Wei Yixiao with disdain. Wei Yixiao was the loudest one, making others think that he was in cahoots with the Ming Cult.
Noticing Chu Yang's gaze, Wei Yixiao immediately smiled and said, "I am worried about Mr. Chu's safety, and I hope you will not take offense."
"Let's do it!"
Abbess Miejue activated the Emei Nine Yang Skill, concentrating her powerful internal energy into the Heaven-Slaying Sword, causing the sword to suddenly unleash astonishing sword energy.
She slashed forward, her sharp sword energy transforming into silver light, striking Chu Yang with overwhelming force.
The power of the Heaven-Slaying Sword is known throughout the martial world, and no one has ever dared to take it head-on!
Even Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao subconsciously avoided the sharp edge of the Heaven Sword.
Only Chu Yang advanced instead of retreating, striking out with a single palm like a thunderclap, creating ripples in the void and shattering the sword light.
"What a ferocious palm strike!"
The invincible Heaven Sword finally succumbed, and Miejue felt a chill run down her spine as she sensed the terrifying aura emanating from Chu Yang.
"Those self-proclaimed scholars and elegant disciples of famous families, aren't they all skilled in swordsmanship? But this Mr. Chu, who is clearly a scholar, actually possesses formidable external martial arts skills. How interesting—"
Wei Yixiao whispered something in Yang Xiao's ear, and the five wandering men behind him nodded and smiled knowingly.
Knowing they had no way out, Song Yuanqiao and the others immediately set up the True Martial Seven Intercept Formation after Miejue made her move, and orderly surrounded Chu Yang.
Chu Yang smiled slightly, and his Rinnegan quietly appeared.
The Seven Injury Fist of the Five Elders of the Qiangdong, the Kunlun School Swordplay of He Taichong, and the Huashan School Swordplay of Xianyutong were all beneath Chu Yang's notice.
However, the Nine Yang Skill that Zhang Sanfeng and Guo Xiang each obtained back then was quite good.
Even if Wudang Nine Yang Skill and Emei Nine Yang Skill are combined, they may not be able to complete the Nine Yang Divine Skill, but they will at least contain most of it.
If we use the general principles of martial arts from the Nine Yin Manual to make further deductions, we might be able to fill in the missing parts.
If all else fails, we'll wait until Zhang Wuji discovers our whereabouts, then drag him out and give him a beating.
"The Wudang Sect's True Martial Seven Intercept Formation truly lives up to its reputation; Mr. Chu has actually been trapped by them—"
Zhou Dian watched Chu Yang move nimbly through the formation, admiring him greatly.
"Zhang Sanfeng truly possesses extraordinary talent, capable of creating such a peerless formation as the True Martial Seven Intercept Formation!"
Yang Xiao felt genuine admiration.
"Stop praising them. That old nun and old monk are teaming up to bully Mr. Chu. Should we make a move or not?"
Wei Yixiao jumped up and down anxiously.
"I'd say you old bat, your brain is really not clear. Didn't you see Mr. Chu's attitude just now?"
"Does he even need your help? Just stay put and watch quietly, don't anger Mr. Chu."
"The Cloth Bag Monk" Shuobude and "Monk Peng" Peng Yingyu simultaneously mocked Wei Yixiao.
After Chu Yang was trapped in the True Martial Seven Intercept Formation, Kong Wen and Miejue joined the battle at the same time, assisting Song Yuanqiao and the others, keeping Chu Yang very busy.
Kong Wen's Shaolin sect possessed eleven of the seventy-two orthodox Shaolin skills, which were worth Chu Yang's observation.
Shaolin Temple existed in three different dynasties: the Northern Song, the Southern Song, and the Ming. The Shaolin Temple in the Northern Song was the orthodox one, while the Shaolin School in the Ming was more like a branch temple.
They appear to be of one mind and share the same fate, but secretly they compete with each other.
Everyone wants to be the "true master".
During the siege of Chu Yang, Yin Liting, one of the Six Heroes of Wudang, kept his eyes fixed on Yang Xiao.
His fiancée, Ji Xiaofu, was kidnapped by this devil in front of him, and there has been no news of her for many years.
In an instant, all the past events flashed before his eyes, and Yin Liting once again fell into a state of madness. He broke away from the True Martial Seven Intercept Formation and attacked Yang Xiao, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, with his sword.
"You devil! Take your dog's life!"
"Sixth Brother, don't be reckless! Return to the ranks immediately!"
"Riting! Calm down!"
The other five were caught off guard by Yin Liting's unauthorized withdrawal from the battle, and were immediately shocked and furious.
The True Martial Seven Intercept Formation was already greatly weakened by the absence of Zhang Cuishan, and now with the loss of Yin Liting, it is even more incomplete, losing another three-tenths of its power.
Song Yuanqiao was extremely anxious and kept calling for Yin Liting to return to the battle, but the other party ignored him and was locked in a fierce battle with Yang Xiao.
Yin Liting's swordsmanship was good, but without the support of the True Martial Seven Intercept Formation, he was no match for Yang Xiao. The latter used the first level of the Qiankun Great Shift to restrain him in place.
Neither kill nor release.
It wasn't that Yang Xiao was deliberately humiliating Yin Liting, but rather that Yang Xiao was afraid that if he intervened without authorization and disrupted the battle, he would offend Chu Yang.
"You scoundrel, I will avenge Xiaofu today!"
Yin Liting was like a madman; his sword strikes were completely erratic, just a chaotic flurry of hacking.
Yin Liting of the Wudang School
A look of understanding flashed in Yang Xiao's eyes.
He finally remembered the identity of the man in front of him, and a sense of guilt welled up in his heart.
It was directed at both Ji Xiaofu and Yin Liting.
Yang Xiao was unrestrained and unconventional, but in this particular matter, he felt that he had harmed the two people.
If Ji Xiaofu hadn't met him back then, she would probably have married Yin Liting long ago and lived a comfortable life. How could she have died so young?
As soon as these distracting thoughts arose, Yang Xiao's movements slowed down, giving Yin Liting, whose eyes were bloodshot, the opportunity to strike his vital point with a sword.
In pain, Yang Xiao instinctively grabbed the sword and snapped it in two, then kicked Yin Liting away.
"father!"
Yang Buhui rushed to Yang Xiao's side and anxiously checked his injuries.
Yin Liting, who was lying on the ground, looked up and his struggling face froze, because he saw a face that looked very similar to Ji Xiaofu's.
Fog was infatuated.
In just a short while, Chu Yang memorized the energy flow routes of both the Wudang Nine Yang Skill and the Emei Nine Yang Skill.
He also learned a finger technique and a grappling technique from Kong Wen.
Because of their concern for Yin Liting, Song Yuanqiao and the others gradually became flustered in their performance of the True Martial Seven Intercept Formation. Seeing this, Chu Yang got tired of pretending and broke the formation.
Chu Yang covered his hands with Armament Haki, grabbed Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou's longswords, broke them in half, and threw them at Zhang Songxi and Mo Shenggu behind them.
Two whooshing sounds.
The broken sword pierced straight through the right shoulders of both men.
Zhang Songxi and Mo Shenggu, whose muscles and bones had been injured, could no longer hold their swords. They groaned in pain and retreated.
Yu Daiyan, who had already circled behind Chu Yang, thrust his sword toward Chu Yang's back, but before it could penetrate, he felt it blocked by an invisible force.
Shinra Tensei.
The terrifying repulsive force created a shockwave that sent Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, and Yu Daiyan, who were standing next to Chu Yang, flying away.
The three people coughed up blood in mid-air, their meridians damaged.
After breaking through the formation, Chu Yang strode towards Extinction and Emptiness.
With each step, the ground trembled slightly; his stride was powerful and imposing, like Mount Tai pressing down on him.
Miejue's eyelids twitched, and she gritted her teeth, swinging the Heaven-Slaying Sword. However, every sword aura was forcefully dispersed by Chu Yang's fist.
That's outrageously arrogant!
Having roamed the martial arts world for decades, I've never encountered such a freak before!
Miejue was about to retreat, but so many disciples of the Emei Sect were still lying on the ground, unconscious.
"Amitabha Buddha, it is fitting that Old Ne suffers this calamity today."
Thinking of how Chu Yang had left on his own time and time again, Kong Wen was filled with deep regret.
In the blink of an eye, Chu Yang and Miejue were only a few steps apart. Miejue channeled her last bit of inner strength and unleashed a powerful attack.
The Heaven-Slaying Sword was caught in Chu Yang's hand the moment it was thrust out.
The internal energy surged violently.
Click.
The Heaven Sword has developed cracks.
"No!"
If the sect's sacred weapon were destroyed, then Miejue would become the eternal sinner of the Emei Sect, and she frantically wanted to pull the Heaven-Slaying Sword back.
The Heaven-Slaying Sword remained unmoved in Chu Yang's hand, its cracks spreading slowly like a spider web.
Kong Wen made a move, striking Chu Yang with the Weituo Palm, intending to help Miejue retrieve the Heaven-Slaying Sword.
Chu Yang then used the Maha Finger technique he learned from Kong Wen to sever the meridians in Kong Wen's right arm, crippling him.
"Maha Finger? How do you know my Shaolin secret technique?"
Hearing the pained look at his severed arm, he was horrified and backed away.
Seeing this, Miejue was thrown into a panic. Taking advantage of the situation, Chu Yang crushed the Heaven-Slaying Sword and struck Miejue's right shoulder with a palm.
The terrifying force of the palm strike shattered all the bones in her arm!
Like Kong Wen, Miejue lost an arm and became disabled.
If it weren't for the fact that they hadn't humiliated Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu, Chu Yang would have killed them long ago, instead of going through all this trouble.
"You two have finally calmed down. I won't make things difficult for you. Once your disciples wake up, take them away."
Kong Wen lowered his head, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, the disciples finally had a glimmer of hope.
Extinction stared blankly at the fragments of the Heaven-Slaying Sword. With the sword shattered, her Dao heart shattered as well.
Chu Yang turned and left, with Li Mochou following behind him, carrying Xiaolongnu in her arms.
"Oh, right, could you please pass on a message to Master Zhang of Wudang Mountain, asking him to come to Bright Peak in person and take away his unworthy descendants?"
Extinction was startled!
This guy wasn't satisfied with just winning; he actually wanted to challenge Zhang Sanfeng?!
"Kid, don't think you're invincible just because you beat us. Master Zhang is no ordinary person like us; he's worlds apart from us common martial artists. If you try to mess with him, you might not have a good ending."
Chu Yang sneered, "Old nun, think about it carefully. If the Emei Sect didn't have your protection, what would have become of all those delicate and beautiful young girls?"
Extinction immediately shut his mouth and said no more.
That evening, Miejue and Kongwen led a large group of disciples and slunk away from Bright Peak. As for the disciples of other sects who had lost their leaders, they also received warnings from the two and quickly retreated.
Only the disciples of Wudang Mountain remained stationed at the foot of the mountain, unwilling to leave, silently waiting for their patriarch Zhang Sanfeng to come and settle scores for them.
Instead of being imprisoned, the six heroes of Wudang were given several clean and tidy rooms to stay in temporarily.
Chu Yang never intended to make things difficult for them from the beginning; everything was just an excuse to lure Zhang Sanfeng out of seclusion.
Otherwise, given Zhang Sanfeng's character, even if Chu Yang caused trouble at Wudang Mountain, he might not necessarily come out to see Chu Yang.
Unless Chu Yang goes on a killing spree on Wudang Mountain.
However, this touched upon Chu Yang's bottom line as a person.
Therefore, the current situation is the best-case scenario.
The next morning, Huang Rong arrived at Bright Peak and met up with Chu Yang. Upon seeing Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu, she burst into tears.
Especially the fact that the adorable little girl, Xiaolongnu, had her voice poisoned and made Huang Rong extremely distressed.
Fortunately, Chu Yang can treat their external injuries.
For the next two weeks, Yang Xiao and other high-ranking members of the Ming Cult served Chu Yang with great care and courtesy, which subtly exceeded the scope of being a benefactor.
Chu Yang knew what they were up to and made it clear to them that he would not succeed as the leader of the Ming Cult.
The Ming Cult is ambitious and has the intention of conquering the Central Plains. Rather than associating with them, it would be better to return to the small town and play mind games with those brats.
But Yang Xiao and the others clearly wouldn't give up easily, and they stayed close to Chu Yang until—Zhang Sanfeng arrived!
As rumors of the six major sects' crushing defeat at Bright Peak intensified, the entire martial arts world of the Ming Dynasty descended into turmoil.
The factions that lost their leaders and the Kunlun faction, having not appointed a specific successor, fell into a prolonged internal power struggle.
The situation was better for the Huashan Sect. After Xianyu Tong's death, Yue Buqun, the representative of the Qi Sect and the most senior member of the management, naturally took over the position of sect leader.
After the righteous faction suffered a major blow, the Sun Moon Cult, which was known as the demonic cult alongside the Ming Cult, began to stir.
The doctrinal conflict between the two major evil sects kept the Ming Cult and the Sun Moon Cult in a state of constant struggle. The Ming Cult, having lost its leader Yang Dingtian, was at a significant disadvantage. If it weren't for its remote location, the Ming Cult might not have survived to this day.
The conflict between the two religions was also a major reason for the dominance of the righteous factions in the martial arts world during the Ming Dynasty.
However, the siege of Bright Peak by the six major sects made the Sun Moon Sect wary.
When did the Ming Cult become so powerful?
Faced with the Ming Cult, which is currently enjoying unparalleled popularity, should we avoid its sharp edge?
If the six major sects can besiege Bright Peak today, they can attack Blackwood Cliff tomorrow!
With these thoughts in mind, the Sun Moon Cult, while reducing friction with the Ming Cult, gradually shifted its focus to righteous individuals who posed a threat to it.
The first to be affected was the Five Mountains Sword Sect, which was adjacent to the Sun Moon Sect.
The Sun Moon Sect's leader, Ren Woxing, and vice leader, Dongfang Bubai, unusually joined forces, their spearhead aimed directly at the Five Mountains Sword Sect. The immense pressure forced the Five Mountains Sword Sect to form an alliance.
Even so, the Sun Moon Cult swept through the allied forces of the Five Mountains Sword Sect with unstoppable momentum.
Jianghu forces such as the Qingcheng Sect and the Golden Saber Sect were not spared either.
More and more righteous sects fell, causing widespread suffering and indirectly affecting the imperial court. This led to the Mongols launching an invasion of the Ming Dynasty's borders.
In the midst of the crisis, Master Zhang of the Wudang Sect broke through his seclusion and went up Blackwood Cliff alone.
Just one day later, the Sun Moon Cult quickly consolidated its forces, took up residence at Blackwood Cliff, and remained secluded.
Rumor has it that during his seclusion, Master Zhang comprehended unparalleled martial arts, enabling him to fight two opponents and severely injure Ren Woxing and Dongfang Bubai.
The Five Mountains Sword Sects cheered.
Whether they were righteous figures in the martial arts world or ordinary people, they all revered Zhang Sanfeng as a god.
Amidst cries of "Old Immortal," Zhang Sanfeng did not falter. The safety of the world was of utmost importance, but the lives of his disciples were also crucial!
Bright Summit.
The six heroes of Wudang were dealt with clearly by the Ming Cult and were not treated inhumanely. They stayed in ordinary guest rooms. In the end, these people still had a sense of chivalry and deserve respect.
However, the sixth brother, Yin Liting, was not very appreciative. Although he already knew Yang Buhui's background and that Ji Xiaofu had died at the hands of Miejue, he still felt disgusted when he saw Yang Xiao.
Yang Buhui was somewhat interested in her mother's former fiancé, but Chu Yang was more important to her than Yin Liting at the moment.
On the one hand, Yang Xiao and his group's purpose was too obvious, which made Chu Yang gradually impatient, so he had no choice but to let the little girl act as a mouthpiece.
On the other hand, Yang Buhui was amazed by Chu Yang's prowess in single-handedly defeating the six major sects, and her heart was stirred to some extent.
Having learned from past mistakes, Huang Rong keenly sensed Yang Buhui's ulterior motives. This time, she was determined to take precautions and keep a close watch on him, preventing Yang Buhui from crossing the line.
During the time the two girls were fighting, Chu Yang went to play chess with Song Yuanqiao and the others every day. His room was next to the Six Heroes of Wudang.
To put it nicely, they were neighbors; to put it bluntly, they were being monitored. Before Zhang Sanfeng arrived, Chu Yang wouldn't let these people escape from Bright Peak.
After spending some time together, Song Yuanqiao discovered that Chu Yang's personality was not as violent as he had imagined; on the contrary, he was quite easygoing, like a friendly young man next door.
This made Song Yuanqiao curious about Chu Yang.
His martial arts skills were unparalleled in his life, and he was undoubtedly on par with his master, Master Zhang. However, his master was already over a hundred years old, while the scholar in front of him looked to be under thirty.
"Mr. Chu kept us here not because he was angry with us for helping Sect Leader He Taichong and the others, but because of my master, right?"
Song Yuanqiao, holding the black piece, asked softly after placing it.
Chu Yang placed his white chess piece and nodded.
Song Yuanqiao sat up straight and asked sincerely, "Mr. Chu, could you enlighten me?"
Chu Yang smiled and said, "Master Zhang has been in seclusion for many years. He won't rashly come out of seclusion just because of a word I say. I also don't want to make things difficult for the Wudang Sect because of this. If we don't use this method, it will probably be very difficult to see him, let alone meet him."
Song Yuanqiao looked at Chu Yang with disbelief and said, "Judging from your appearance, you don't seem like a martial arts fanatic. Why would you go to such lengths to fight with my master? With your abilities, you probably don't need to do this to gain fame."
Chu Yang suddenly recalled his battle with the young Tantric monk in Mongolia, and became slightly lost in thought. He said softly, "It was for the sake of seeking the Dao."
Song Yuanqiao's body trembled.
Asking the Way
He recalled a sigh his master uttered before going into seclusion.
"The strength of a martial artist lies in his flesh and blood, but human strength has its limits, and the way of martial arts is ultimately limited. Now I am old and frail, but I have gained some new insights and intend to explore a different path. If I succeed, it will be a new way of martial arts, starting from scratch."
Song Yuanqiao sighed, "Perhaps this is a good thing for my master as well—"
After speaking, Song Yuanqiao clasped his hands in a fist and asked, "May I ask, sir, when you and my master discuss martial arts, do you stop when you've reached a point?"
Chu Yang knew he was worried, and shook his head helplessly, saying, "Fists and feet have no eyes."
Song Yuanqiao looked somber and fell silent.
dong dong dong~~~
There was a knock on the door. Chu Yang answered, and then Li Mochou walked in. The scars on her face had faded a lot compared to before, but it would still take some time for them to fully recover.
Song Yuanqiao and the others were not surprised at all; it seemed that anything related to this Mr. Chu, no matter how miraculous, was normal.
"Mr. Chu, a kind-looking old Taoist priest has arrived outside. Yang Zuo and his men are dealing with him. They sent me to invite you."
Li Mochou glanced at Song Yuanqiao, whose face was full of surprise.
"Master has arrived!"
Song Yuanqiao suddenly stood up.
"I have long admired Master Zhang, and I am finally able to meet him. Master Song, you may now leave with your fellow disciples."
Chu Yang walked out of the room with an expectant look on his face.
Song Yuanqiao followed closely behind, still somewhat incredulous. He hadn't expected Chu Yang to release them so readily, and hadn't made things difficult for them at all in the past two weeks.
Yu Lianzhou and Yu Daiyan also heard the news and came out of their rooms one by one. They saw Chu Yang and Song Yuanqiao and followed them to the Ming Cult's main hall.
Inside the main hall.
A group of Wudang disciples who had been waiting at the foot of the mountain for more than half a month were glaring angrily at Yang Xiao and the other Ming Cult members.
Directly in front of them stood an elderly man with silver hair and beard, dressed in a blue Taoist robe.
As soon as Chu Yang stepped into the main hall, their eyes met.