Chapter 125

Northern Beggar Hong Qigong looked at the black-clad man, Xiao Yuanshan, who lay sprawled on the sand like a dead dog, his breath faint, his form barely human.

On his weathered old face was written disbelief, shock, and sheer terror.

He then looked up at the black dragon-serpent, Brother Ning Chuan, hovering in midair, its body still wreathed in wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, radiating boundless majesty like a divine punishment from the Nine Heavens.

The shock in his heart had long since churned like a surging sea, refusing to settle, far stronger even than when he had witnessed Brother Ning Chuan effortlessly crush the combined forces of eight Grandmasters!

A true Grandmaster powerhouse!

A terrifying existence standing at the peak of Wu Gong, capable of initially summoning the power of heaven and earth, possessing the might to sever rivers and shatter mountains!

Throughout the entire Wu Lin, Grandmasters were few and far between; each was a titan who shook a region, a figure whose mere stomp could make the entire Wu Lin tremble three times!

Yet, such a Grandmaster powerhouse, capable of shaking the entire Jianghu...

was actually... actually subdued by this mysterious black dragon-serpent before his eyes, crushed as if by a withered branch!

Moreover, the Dragon King of the Dragon Serpent Island seemed to be acting with ease, as if not even exerting his full strength!

This... this is simply unimaginable! Horrifying!

Indeed... he vaguely felt that the strength of this dragon-serpent might have already surpassed the Fan Chou of an ordinary Grandmaster, advancing toward that even more ethereal Immortal Realm!

Murong Fu, who had just woken from his coma and had not yet had time to take in his surroundings...

happened to overhear Northern Beggar Hong Qigong's low whisper: "Even if Zhong Shen Tong arrived, he could not take him down."

He also felt that terrifying Long Wei, still lingering between heaven and earth, suffocating, and that chilling killing intent that seemed ready to freeze his very soul.

His already pale face instantly turned deathly white, devoid of any color, while his pupils contracted sharply from extreme fear.

"Dra... Dra... 'Three Three Seven'... Dragon... Grandmaster... No... Impossible..."

He mumbled these words incoherently, his eyes filled with boundless fear and despair, along with a trace of confusion born from his worldview being utterly overturned.

Immediately, his head tilted sideways, and he was actually scared unconscious once again!

Meanwhile, Dai Qisi, the Purple Robed Dragon King, who had been casually restrained by Brother Ning Chuan and unable to move...

was now ashen-faced, her eyes filled with confusion and despair, along with a trace of resigned defeat.

Even a Grandmaster-level powerhouse had been easily subdued by this dragon-serpent as if it were a mere plaything.

Who else could possibly stand against it?

Even Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, who had previously been arrogant and shouting that he would tear Brother Ning Chuan to pieces...

was now like a defeated rooster, collapsed on the ground, his gaze vacant, his hair disheveled, repeatedly muttering "Impossible... Impossible... This isn't real...", clearly suffering immense mental shock, showing signs of madness.

Having roamed the Jianghu for decades, when had he ever seen such a terrifying existence? When had he ever experienced such total defeat?

The Toad Technique he had prided himself on, the poison arts that had made his name, all appeared so pale and powerless before this dragon-serpent, so utterly insignificant.

On the sand...

Xiao Yuanshan struggled to raise his head, looking at the black dragon-serpent hovering in the void, gazing down at him like a deity.

In his eyes were confusion, unwillingness, and a trace... of disbelief and defeat.

He had been defeated!

Defeated so thoroughly! So decisively!

He, a supreme expert who had hidden for decades, cultivated Wu Gong in the Scripture Library of Songshan Shaolin, and only after great effort, relying on extraordinary talent and unyielding perseverance, had entered the Master Realm...

before this mysterious Mo Ce dragon-serpent, whose strength was unfathomable, did not even have the slightest room to resist!

The opponent's strength had completely surpassed his understanding of Wu Gong!

He spoke hoarsely, his voice carrying a trace of self-mockery and confusion, along with the desolation of a hero at the end of his road:

"W... Why... not kill me?"

He knew.

Brother Ning Chuan had shown mercy.

Brother Ning Chuan's pale golden dragon eyes gazed calmly at Xiao Yuanshan, as if able to see through the pain and obsession deep within his heart.

He naturally had his own purpose.

A Grandmaster-level powerhouse, though no longer a significant threat to him, could be subdued with a mere flip of his hand.

But if he could subdue and recruit him to serve as a guardian force for Taohuadao, he would undoubtedly be a combat power not to be underestimated.

Especially with Huang Yaoshi in a death-seclusion, and Brother Ning Chuan himself possibly needing to enter seclusion to comprehend the Dao at any moment.

With such a Grandmaster holding the position, the safety of Taohuadao would be greatly secured, and he could handle some unnecessary troubles on his behalf.

"Do you wish... to take revenge?"

Brother Ning Chuan's majestic voice, carrying a strange magic, slowly rose beside Xiao Yuanshan's ear like a thunderclap, striking directly at the depths of his soul.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuanshan's entire body shuddered violently!

In his eyes, which had previously been dim and lifeless, an immense hatred and excitement instantly erupted!

Like a dying person clutching the last straw of salvation!

"Revenge?! Of course I want to! I dream of it every night!"

He roared with all his might, his voice filled with boundless grief and venom, and decades of suppressed pain.

"I, Xiao Yuanshan, have survived in this world for decades, my only thought being to personally slay my enemies and avenge this blood-deep grudge for my wife, children, and clan who died so tragically!"

"Do you know... do you know who my enemies are?!"

This was the sole belief that had sustained him for decades!

Brother Ning Chuan smiled faintly, that smile on the fearsome dragon-serpent's head appearing somewhat eerie, yet carrying a trace of understanding that saw through everything.

His massive dragon tail curled lightly.

and swept the already unconscious, mud-like Murong Fu from not far away, tossing him before Xiao Yuanshan onto the sand.

"You should recognize him, right?"

Xiao Yuanshan looked at the wretched young man in brocade before him, missing an arm, and unconscious.

A flicker of doubt crossed his eyes; he did not know this person.

Immediately, he seemed to recall something, and his expression turned to sudden realization.

"A brat from the Gusu Murong family? Hmph, merely a man with a false reputation, a despicable and shameless scoundrel! What does his grudge against me have to do with anything?"

He had just heard that Murong Fu, in order to save his own life, intended to offer his own female cousin to this flood dragon, and his heart was filled with contempt for him.

Brother Ning Chuan's voice rose again, calm as before, yet like thunder from the highest heavens, exploding violently in Xiao Yuanshan's heart—no, in the hearts of everyone who heard these words:

"His father is Murong Bo of the Gusu Murong family."

"And Murong Bo is the true mastermind behind the tragedy outside Yanmen Pass back then, the one who single-handedly plotted that massacre, spread rumors, lured the heroes of the Central Plains, caused your family to be destroyed and your people to die, and made you bear a blood feud of hatred for decades..."

Immediately, Brother Ning Chuan revealed the truth of the Yanmen Pass tragedy back then, and how Murong Bo, in an attempt to stir up strife between the Song and Liao states, sought to profit from the chaos and realize his vague ambition to restore the Great Yan Kingdom.

He recounted it briefly, yet with absolute clarity.

Among them were naturally senior figures of the martial world from the Central Plains, such as Abbot Xuan Ci of Songshan Shaolin and Gai Gang leader Wang Jiantong.

He described how they had been deceived by Murong Bo's carefully woven sweet words, thus credulously believing the rumors, letting their blood boil, and launching an ambush on Xiao Yuanshan's family.

All the conspiracies, all the calculations, were ruthlessly exposed within Brother Ning Chuan's calm narration.

The people of Taohuadao, as well as the Northern Beggar Hong Hong Qigong and the Old Foolish Child Zhou Botong standing nearby.

Hearing such earth-shattering secrets involving a decades-old unsolved case in the Wu Lin, they were all dumbfounded, utterly shocked!

They never expected that the Yanmen Pass tragedy back then, which had rocked the Wu Lin, resulted in rivers of blood, caused countless heroes to lose their lives, and altered the fate of countless people.

Behind it all, there was actually such a treacherous conspiracy hidden!

And that seemingly upright and honorable Southern Murong family, which had a reputation for chivalry in the Jianghu and was equal in fame to Northern Qiaofeng, was actually the originator of all this!

This simply overturned their understanding of the Jianghu!

After listening to Brother Ning Chuan's narration, Xiao Yuanshan was as if struck by lightning, his whole body trembling violently!

His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the unconscious Murong Fu on the ground, filled with unbelievable rage, boundless resentment, and a trace of... relief and pain after the truth was revealed!

"Murong Bo! Murong Bo! It was you!!! It was you, you despicable and shameless hypocrite!!!"

He threw his head back and let out a heart-rending roar, his voice filled with endless grief, indignation, and murderous intent!

He wished he could immediately tear this Murong Fu before him into a thousand pieces to vent the hatred in his heart!

After venting his feelings, Xiao Yuanshan gradually calmed down, but the murderous intent and hatred in his heart had not diminished in the slightest.

He looked at Brother Ning Chuan, his eyes filled with doubt and confusion, as well as a deep sense of awe.

"These... these long-buried secret past events, how... how did you come to know them?"

"Could it be... could it be that you truly possess the ability to foretell the future and perceive the past and future?!"

This was not only his doubt, but the doubt of everyone present.