Chapter 1969: Wang Yuyan wants to be a swordswoman, the martial arts manual is no ordinary item

"My heavens, are those people from the Wulin? They are truly too formidable!"

"Indeed, who would have thought that a few young girls could pull up a willow tree as easily as pulling up a scallion."

Not until Mu Wanqing and her group had left did the passersby step forward to replant the willow tree.

Even for them, this willow tree would require two or three people to lift, yet the other party had pulled it out with just a light grip. Such a feat left everyone on the scene deeply shocked, sighing at how incredible it was.

"Sister Mu, are we heading straight to Star Fall Sea?"

On the other side, Zhong Ling was still in high spirits, wanting to test if she could lift everything she saw.

Zhu, Wang Yuyan, and the others were much better.

Although their spirits were the same as Zhong Ling's, they restrained their temperaments and did not go around looking for targets to test their strength.

"Ladies, please stay your steps!"

Just then, a group of beggars in tattered clothes crawled out from an alleyway.

The leader approached, knelt on one knee, and held up an invitation: "The Wuxi branch of the Beggar Sect, under the orders of Sect Master Qiao, invites the ladies to attend the Beggar Sect assembly."

Zhong Ling was surprised: "The Beggar Sect is inviting us to the assembly? How magical, we have no connection with the Beggar Sect at all!"

Mu Wanqing snorted coldly: "I fear trouble has come knocking. I would like to see who has the guts to provoke us."

With a grab through the air, the invitation appeared three feet in front of her and was gently flipped open.

"Apricot Forest?"

Seeing this place name and thinking of the original story, Mu Wanqing immediately formed a guess: "Could it be that Kang Min is tired of living and wants to pin the blame on me? I am not Qiao Feng; if she truly dares to do this, this lady will surely slaughter your Beggar Sect clean!"

The Beggar Sect has hundreds of thousands of members, most of whom do not engage in production, yet many live high on the hog, becoming Wulin veterans and living luxurious lives; naturally, the inside cannot be clean.

In the original story, this was actually described, just not so explicitly.

Quan Guanqing, who is skilled at framing and scheming; Bai Shijing, who killed his brother and slept with his sister-in-law...

The appearance of just one of these characters would be enough to bring shame upon a righteous sect, yet the Beggar Sect has many of them all at once.

If the upper beam is not straight, the lower ones will be crooked.

One can imagine the personnel at the bottom of the Beggar Sect.

While this sect certainly has various heroes who act for the country and the people, it also has the various evil deeds recorded in history.

Maiming people for profit, human trafficking...

These things are certainly not rare!

Having traveled the Wulin with her mother since she was a teenager, Mu Wanqing knew too much about Wulin people.

There are too many people in this world who appear righteous on the surface but are thieves and harlots in private.

Zhong Ling's eyes lit up: "Sister Mu, shall we go?"

She was just worrying about having no place to display her martial arts!

Even Wang Yuyan's eyes brightened.

She had previously only memorized many martial arts manuals without having any cultivation base; the appearance of the Supreme Mystery Divine Curse had directly completed everything, giving her extraordinary power as well.

Knowing all the martial arts in the world, combined with extraordinary power, she also wanted to know how strong her current strength was.

Mu Wanqing snorted coldly: "Since Sect Master Qiao has invited us, let's go and join the fun."

As she finished speaking, the Beggar Sect members led the way in front.

Mu Wanqing and her group strode forward, heading out of the city.

After only a moment, they arrived in a forest.

By this time, a large group of Wulin people had already gathered in the forest.

There were beggars in tattered clothes, and monks wearing kasayas...

Compared to the original story, the characters were all present.

As the group arrived, the Beggar Sect immediately cleared a path, letting them walk to the center.

A burly man stepped forward, cupped his hands and said: "Apologies to the ladies. Previously, Beggar Sect disciples saw the ladies kill the Four Great Evildoers, so the brothers in the sect suspect that Vice Sect Master Ma died at the hands of the ladies. We specifically invited the ladies here to witness this; please forgive us."

Mu Wanqing sneered: "Ma Dayuan? Is he even worthy of dying at my hands?"

As she finished speaking, the entire scene exploded.

One must know that since Qiao Feng took power, the entire Beggar Sect's influence had been in its prime, becoming increasingly powerful, with a momentum that vaguely threatened to suppress Shaolin and become the world's number one Wulin force.

Under such prestige, the people of the Beggar Sect inevitably became arrogant, looking at everyone else as small fry.

Mu Wanqing's words directly offended everyone from the Beggar Sect present.

If she looked down on the Vice Sect Master of the Beggar Sect, could she possibly look up to anyone else in the Beggar Sect?

"How bold!"

With an angry shout, a Beggar Sect expert with white hair and beard leaped up, aiming straight for Mu Wanqing.

Wang Yuyan's eyes lit up; she reached out, grabbed the long sword from the waist of someone nearby, spun it in a flourish, and rushed forward.

"Sister Mu, let me try!"

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Having gained extraordinary power for the first time, Wang Yuyan was naturally unable to sit still.

Furthermore, after learning of her background and suffering a great blow, she did not want to be the gentle, water-like maiden her mother had taught her to be.

Now, she wanted to be a swordswoman.

The sword light was brilliant and extremely exquisite.

One move was the Pine Wind Sword Art of the Qingcheng Sect, and the next move changed into the Thirty-Six Swords of Ailaoshan, leaving the Wulin people on the scene dumbfounded.

The most crucial point was that the young girl's sword art was embedded with extreme mystery, like a long, rushing river that never ceased; in just three moves, she had Bai Shijing in precarious danger.

"Clang!"

On the fourth move, the long sword in Wang Yuyan's hand flicked against Bai Shijing's armor-piercing awl, knocking it away, and the sword light flashed, already resting against his neck.

Bai Shijing was stunned.

Was he really this weak, defeated in the blink of an eye by a teenage girl?

Even if she had been practicing martial arts since she was in the womb, how much internal energy could she have?

Even Qiao Feng was stunned.

The two had exchanged no more than four moves, as fast as a flash of lightning; even he hadn't reacted before it was already over.

"Lady, what a fine sword art!"

Qiao Feng praised her endlessly, though in his heart he was thinking about how to save his good brother.

Just then, Wang Yuyan stepped back, flicked the long sword, and steadily returned it to its scabbard.

Zhong Ling watched, her eyes bright, and was about to rush out.

If Sister Wang could do it, why couldn't she?

Just as she was thinking this, she felt her body grow light; it was Mu Wanqing, who had grabbed her by the back of her collar and lifted her entire person into the air.

"Zhong Ling, don't be unruly. Yuyan's family learning is extraordinary; how could you compare? Just stay to the side!"

Zhong Ling pursed her lips, feeling somewhat dejected.

She also wanted to be a swordswoman, just like Sister Wang, defeating experts with a few flashes of her sword—how majestic that would be.

Wang Yuyan found this amusing, yet felt a surge of pity, and said, "Little Sister Ling'er, I will teach you Wu Gong in the future. Once your Wu Gong has achieved success, Sister Mu won't say anything more."

Zhong Ling's eyes brightened: "Really?"

Just moments ago, Wang Yuyan had moved with light lotus steps and sword light like lightning within a few moves; she had already become an idol in her heart.

If she could also be as formidable as this, that would truly be wonderful!

Although Sister Mu was formidable, she felt too distant; as for someone like Sister Wang, she felt she might be able to learn from her.