Chapter 32

More than ten days later.

The martial arts world was in turmoil; the people who intended to intercept the living treasure of martial arts at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain had all died miserably, causing a great stir in the martial arts world.

To this day, many people finally realized that the Old Urchin, who always loved to talk nonsense, had not been lying this time.

That young man who had gathered the supreme arts of the Five Greats and the 'Nine Yin Manual' truly possessed unfathomable martial arts. Judging from the situation where major sects went to collect the corpses, they had all been shocked to death by the Sound Wave Skill, which contained incomparably profound internal energy.

From this, it can be seen that this young man's martial arts were truly extraordinary, far beyond everyone's imagination. Yet even so, like Huang Shang in the past, he had attracted countless blood feuds.

Not only did many famous sects want an explanation for their disciples, but the friends and relatives of those who died miserably also came to seek revenge.

Of course, there were also many martial artists who had no grudges against him who came to join the fun. Regardless, the divine arts that the young man possessed could not be counted on one hand, and no matter how high a person's martial arts were, they were no more than Huang Shang or Wang Zhongyang in the past.

But they were either hunted down and forced to live in hiding for decades, or could only sit in the mountains as reclusive Daoists.

These people really didn't believe that if they all swarmed him, they wouldn't be able to kill him.

Therefore, countless people secretly made up their minds: not only did they want revenge, but they also wanted the martial arts treasures. As for those who were fishing in troubled waters, they just wanted a share of the spoils; after all, they had contributed some effort, hadn't they?

For the first time in nearly a hundred years, the many forces and martial artists of the vast martial arts world were so united, just to find that elusive living treasure of martial arts.

On this day, an uninvited guest arrived at Peach Blossom Island.

Zhuang Buran walked through the peach forest nonchalantly, as if on a spring outing. After walking for a while, he saw an elegant manor.

He pushed open the door very familiarly, ignored the somewhat flustered deaf-mute servants, and walked toward the main hall.

A short while later, Huang Yaoshi and the couple Guo Jing and Huang Rong arrived together and saw a youth in green robes, both familiar and strange, sitting lazily in the seat of honor.

What was familiar was his unchanged face; what was strange was that he was not only barefoot but also had long gray-white hair.

"You came very quickly." Zhuang Buran saw Huang Rong's pregnant belly and shook his head gently:

"Since you are already pregnant, why are you still acting so rashly?"

"Zhuang Buran, those ambiguous deeds were not released by us." Huang Rong said directly. Just as she was about to continue, Guo Jing hurriedly interrupted:

"Rong'er."

"Brother Jing, what time is it now? Do you really think he won't attack us? He only appears indifferent and casual; in reality, he is decisive in killing and fears nothing."

"Or do you want our child to be buried with their parents before they are even born?"

"Rong'er, that's not what I meant. I just feel that what you thought before was all your speculation. We have no evidence. If we wrong someone, wouldn't that add many sins?"

The youth in green robes had a lazy look in his eyes, one arm resting on the armrest, his hand supporting his chin, while the other hand tapped the armrest lightly with his fingertips.

"Then I will say all my previous speculations and see what he thinks." Huang Rong looked at Zhuang Buran:

"In the past, after Yang Kang learned the truth about his background, he refused to accept the facts and still chose to recognize a thief as his father. And that Wanyan Honglie treated him like his own child, doting on him as before."

"Later, Brother Jing learned from Duan Tiande that Wanyan Honglie was the mastermind behind the murder of the Guo and Yang families, and only then did I remember why you said so definitively that day at the inn that Wanyan Honglie was the culprit, and that the Yang Tiexin couple were not innocent either."

"There is no need to say such nonsense; say something Zhuang wants to hear." Zhuang Buran said lightly.

Huang Rong pondered for a long time and said:

"Yang Kang never recognized a thief as his father out of gratitude for his upbringing; he only did it for wealth and power. Thus, after we assisted the Mongol army in breaking the Jin capital..."

"Yang Kang killed Wanyan Honglie first, claiming it was to avenge his parents. Afterward, Brother Jing could not bear to see the Yang Tiexin couple have no descendants, so he ultimately let him go."

Zhuang Buran tilted his head:

"Then why are you so certain that Yang Kang is the one plotting against Zhuang behind the scenes?"

"Yang Kang has lived in luxury since he was a child and is the type who craves wealth and power; he could never get used to a life of poverty. When the power and status he wanted were shattered, he certainly would not just want to live a stable life for the rest of his days."

"He would only want to possess higher martial arts and become a supreme expert who dominates the martial arts world. In this way, he naturally wouldn't have to live a life of poverty."

Huang Rong paused and said seriously:

"Furthermore, Yang Kang had previously extracted much information about you from Brother Jing, so he knew you had many divine martial arts."

"Moreover, you also have an irreconcilable hatred with him, which led him to set his sights on you."

Zhuang Buran chuckled:

"You mean that in Yang Kang's eyes, Zhuang watching coldly from the sidelines and not saving his biological parents is equivalent to indirectly causing the deaths of the Yang Tiexin couple."

"Exactly." Huang Rong nodded:

"Yang Kang is the type of ingrate who blames everything in the world on others, believing himself to be the most innocent."

"In the end, it's all your speculation, so you really have no evidence." Zhuang Buran said leisurely.

"Do you need so-called evidence?" Huang Rong's eyes were firm: "For you, mere suspicion is already enough."

"The girl who only knew how to play little tricks before has finally grown up." Zhuang Buran stood up, his gaze falling on Guo Jing:

"Your cultivation has improved significantly. Did you learn the 'Nine Yin Manual'?"

Guo Jing replied:

"After you left by boat that day, Brother Zhou and I hit it off, so he taught me the 'Nine Yin Manual', 'Empty Brightness Fist', and 'Ambidexterity Technique', saying that when I spar with Brother Zhuang, I'll have a helper."

"And compared to before, you haven't made any progress. It's mostly that arrogance in your heart at work, unable to let go of your pride." Zhuang Buran looked at Huang Yaoshi:

"Truly, the older you get, the more stubborn you become, just waiting for the day you are slapped to death on the beach by the waves behind."

"Hmph, I won't be as shameless as you." Huang Yaoshi kept a cold face:

"To pursue so-called martial arts, you have forced yourself into a state of madness. Look at your hair; it is clearly a sign of excessive mental exertion, causing damage to your body and spirit."

"Old man, times have changed. How do you know this isn't a sign that Zhuang's cultivation has reached a higher level?" Zhuang Buran sneered:

"Seeing me standing barefoot, you should understand that my martial arts realm has already surpassed the entire martial arts world of today."

Huang Yaoshi had been observing the youth in green robes carefully, and now, under his deliberate display, he saw an inexplicable sense of tranquility and peace about him, and his exposed skin even had a crystalline luster.

"Cleansing the marrow and cutting the hair, reborn; the true Qi in the body circulates and regenerates autonomously. This is the Innate Realm."

Zhuang Buran said lazily:

"The technique Zhuang created is unique. First, I use the innate Qi in my body to Qi-ify my skin and flesh, naturally forming a layer of imperceptible protective true Qi, keeping my body free from dust."

He paused slightly, seeing their three different expressions:

"Forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. Just watch how Zhuang cleanses the martial arts world and suppresses the world from now on."

As he finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot like a wisp of light smoke.

(End of this chapter)