Chapter 127

The next day.

The group arrived at the foot of Tianshan Mountain without stopping.

Looking at Tianshan from afar, they saw the mountain was majestic, with peaks like swords, and the snow-capped peaks that remained all year round reflecting a cold silver light in the sunlight, as if they were sharp blades unsheathed, pointing directly at the firmament.

The mountainside was shrouded in clouds and mist, appearing and disappearing, like a fairyland, but it also gave people a strange feeling of hidden murderous intent, as if it were a dragon's pool and tiger's den that one could enter but not leave.

And at the foot of the mountain, lush pines and cypresses were intertwined with craggy strange rocks, and a winding and wide mountain road spiraled upward, as if it led directly to the Jue Wushen Palace at the top of Tianshan, which was also the former station of the World Association that once dominated the martial arts world.

The group did not deliberately hide their tracks. Two people suddenly swept over, and one of them, a handsome and elegant young man, knelt in front of them with a "thump".

"Master, this disciple knows he was wrong. You have already removed the 'Heart-Abandoning Seal' for me, and I will definitely turn over a new leaf and reform myself in the future."

The white-haired, black-robed person among the four coughed lightly, and Wuming, who had his palms on the horse's back, said:

"'I, the Heavenly Sword Wuming, am the best in the world.'"

Jian Chen, who was kneeling, was stunned. Bu Jingyun, on the side, saw Qin Shuang, whom he hadn't seen for many years, and was so excited that he wanted to step forward, but he couldn't help but stop and carefully examine the four people.

He saw that besides Wuming's strange behavior, Youruo gave him the same feeling as before, and the moment he saw this familiar yet strange white-haired, black-robed person, his pupils couldn't help but shake.

"Xiongba, are you plotting some conspiracy again, secretly harming Senior Wuming!"

"Junior Brother Yun, you misunderstood."

Qin Shuang quickly dismounted, walked to Bu Jingyun's side, and explained the cause and effect.

Bu Jingyun and Jian Chen, who had already stood up, looked strange and didn't know what to say.

"Now Brother Wuming is not very convenient to speak, but as his close friend, I must say a few words," Zhuang Buran said leisurely:

"Naming you Jian Chen was originally hoping that your sword path cultivation could be like the morning sun, bright but not fierce, soft but not weak."

"But I didn't expect you to be this useless. After teaching you for so many years with all my heart and blood, it was all fed to the dogs."

"My second disciple has a blood feud with me, so it is normal for him to want to reverse the natural order, but you are a disciple raised by Brother Wuming himself, yet you wanted to put him to death."

"You want to turn a big matter into a small one and a small matter into nothing just by kneeling and admitting your mistake."

He paused, showing a look of compassion:

"This stifled anger, Brother Wuming is your benefactor and master, so it is not easy for him to vent it; I will help him vent it."

As he finished speaking, Jian Chen spat out a large mouthful of blood, half-kneeling and supporting himself on the ground as if he had suffered heavy injuries.

"You..." Wuming's expression changed, and he wanted to flip up to check his disciple's injuries, but careless words entered his ears:

"Brother Wuming, no need to worry. Your disciple has heavy demonic thoughts; I just crippled his martial arts."

"After ten years of self-cultivation, he might be able to master the supreme skill of the Sword Sect, and then you will truly have a disciple who can inherit your supreme skills."

The white-haired, black-robed person said casually:

"As for now, if you want me to continue helping you eradicate the Jue Wushen Palace, then reply with 'I, the Heavenly Sword Wuming, am the best in the world'. If you don't want to, I will return home immediately."

"I imagine you wouldn't want to give up halfway. After all, you've lost face along the way, your disciple has already had his power crippled, and the thought of wanting to test me has never stopped."

He smiled:

"Brother Wuming, I wonder what your plans are?"

Wuming frowned and looked at his disciple, sensing that only his dantian and Qi sea had been crippled and his life was not in danger. After pondering for a long time, he finally said:

"'I, the Heavenly Sword Wuming, am the best in the world.'"

"What a martial arts myth who worries about the world," Zhuang Buran looked sideways at Bu Jingyun and laughed:

"The soft and pure Huo family true Qi, the passionate and sorrowful true Qi, the elusive Cloud-Palm force, the profound Tathagata Palm internal energy, the Sword 22 true Qi, and the fierce Qilin fire energy."

"Jingyun, having so many chaotic true Qis in your body is actually very compatible with one of my techniques. Do you want to learn it?"

"Are you that kind-hearted?" Bu Jingyun said coldly.

"Hahaha, it's just because one must look at the owner before beating a dog. Think about it carefully yourself."

The white-haired, black-robed person sneered, squeezed the horse's belly, and rode up the mountain. Seeing this, Youruo hurriedly said:

"Junior Brother Yun, my father must have developed a desire to make amends; otherwise, he wouldn't have taught Senior Brother Shuang and me a martial art of great power all these years."

"Just take yourself now; regardless of Senior Brother Shuang, I am confident I can take you down in ten moves. You must think clearly."

After speaking, she rode her horse to chase after the white-haired, black-robed person.

Seeing someone gradually moving away, Wuming whispered to his disciple to return to Zhonghua Pavilion to heal his injuries, and then rode his horse up the mountain.

Qin Shuang said seriously:

"Junior Brother Yun, not to mention your desire for revenge, if you want your martial arts to advance greatly and protect those close to you, learning Master's martial arts will be a shortcut."

"Hmph, I want to see to what extent his power will advance after his martial arts are fully restored."

Bu Jingyun leaped up, jumped onto the black horse he was riding in the distance, and followed. Qin Shuang also leaped up and rode his horse up the mountain.

Half an hour later.

After the group reached the mountainside, because the terrain was steep and shrouded in clouds and mist, they could only use their lightness skills to reach the top.

During this time, they naturally encountered many subordinates of the Wushen Jue Palace, but with Qin Shuang acting alone, he beat them into disarray.

At the top of Tianshan Mountain, there were continuous palaces, like an immortal palace hanging above the nine heavens.

One could see the palace complex layered upward, the golden roofs shining in the sunlight, making people look on with awe. However, compared to the domineering and magnificent World Association period, it was now more inclined toward being cold and murderous.

In front of a huge palace gate, more than a thousand elites were stationed. Zhuang Buran looked at Wuming, who was walking on his hands:

"Brother Wuming, leave these miscellaneous soldiers to you. Let me witness the supreme skill of the sword path."

"'I, the Heavenly Sword Wuming, am the best in the world.'"

Wuming, perhaps out of habit, instinctively replied, his aura surging, and countless sharp and fierce sword shadows appeared in the sky.

Then, with the momentum of ten thousand swords fired at once, they struck forward, covering the sky and the earth.

"Ah ah ah!"

The screams were continuous, and the elites stationed at the palace gate fell to the ground and died one after another.

Zhuang Buran nodded:

"Truly not bad, but it's a pity the power is slightly insufficient."

He walked forward with big strides, and Youruo and the others followed behind.

The white-haired, black-robed person looked at the pavilions, halls, and drill grounds as if he were on a spring outing.

He saw Wuming's sword Qi overflowing, cutting down all those who blocked the way, and everyone arrived smoothly outside a great hall.

"These hundreds of stone steps outside the hall left a deep impression on me," Zhuang Buran laughed:

"If it weren't for my second disciple, who had a rebellious bone, acting in time, I fear I would have died at the hands of the Sword Saint."

Immediately, Qin Shuang and Youruo couldn't help but look at Bu Jingyun, who had been silent.

A muscular man with knotted muscles walked out of the hall. His messy hair was like a lion's mane, his face was full of flesh, he was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of black training trousers, and his muscles were bulging like rocks.

"Which one of you is Wuming? I, the Fist God, want to know how many punches this so-called Central Plains martial arts myth can take from me."

The man grinned, revealing his white teeth, leaped down, and landed not far from the crowd.

Immediately, an extremely fierce fist intent that did not disperse erupted.

It made people feel as if they were trapped in a situation where they couldn't breathe or borrow force, as if once the fist intent erupted, the space would be torn apart, and they themselves would be smashed to pieces.

Youruo and the other two had this spiritual warning, staring at the man as if facing a great enemy.

"Brother Wuming, your 'brother in distress' has arrived. It seems he not only suffered from a strange poison, but also has been eating and sleeping poorly for a long time. Even so, he is still constantly squeezing his body's potential, causing internal injuries without knowing it."

Zhuang Buran stood with one hand behind his back, lifting the other slightly, acting as if he were playing the zither:

"Like a tightly stretched zither string, if you apply a little force..."

As he said this, the Fist God only felt the meridians in his body trembling, and his true Qi was uncontrollably rushing everywhere, suddenly rushing straight to his forehead.

"Ah!"

With a roar, the Fist God's face was ferocious, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he fell to the ground with a crash.

"... then the true Qi will flow backward, and you will die suddenly!"

The white-haired, black-robed person's voice, with a hint of a smile, reached everyone's ears, making their hair stand on end and their spines turn cold.

(End of chapter)