Chapter 232

The banquet was over at dawn. Liu Xiaolou originally wanted to keep Yun Ao until dawn to leave, but Yun Ao was afraid of the heat and thought it would be cool to travel at night, so the two cupped their hands and said goodbye.

Liu Xiaolou said: "Brother Yun is going a thousand miles away. I'm afraid it will be winter when you come again."

Yun Ao said: "No matter, I will always come. Coming out twice a year, just treat it as traveling, haha! In short, Xiaolou should make preparations early these few days. If it doesn't work, go down the mountain and hide for a few months."

Liu Xiaolou said gratefully: "Many thanks for Brother Yun's reminder. Junior won't send you down the mountain."

Yun Ao said: "Stay, stay..."

Just as they were speaking, the wind chime under the eaves suddenly shook, making a rapid sound: "Ding-dong—ding-dong—"

After only two sounds, Liu Xiaolou and Yun Ao felt a gust of wild wind roll over. Amidst the flying sand and rocks, a figure was wrapped, sleeves fluttering like an immortal god. In the blink of an eye, it was on the ridge. Its speed was truly unheard of.

This person's face was vaguely familiar. If it weren't for the previous discussion, perhaps Liu Xiaolou and Yun Ao would have to think about it, but right now...

It was Lu Yuanlang!

Things are often like this: when you inexplicably talk about someone, it indicates that someone will appear in the near future. It's just that neither of them expected this "near future" to be so near!

Liu Xiaolou turned around and fled, flying into the bamboo forest. Yun Ao stood in place without moving, without any consciousness of running away, and even said in his mouth: "..."

Before he finished half a word, he was pointed down by Lu Yuanlang. He didn't even see how Lu Yuanlang made his move.

Liu Xiaolou, who fled into the bamboo forest, didn't run far either. He was hit on the back of the head and fainted immediately. It was Lu Yuanlang who kicked a chicken bone they had just finished gnawing, hitting the Fengchi Acupoint squarely.

Lu Yuanlang flicked his fingers, and several thatched cottages were immediately rolled down by the wild wind. In the wind and sand, he carried Liu Xiaolou in one hand and Yun Ao in the other, went down the ridge directly, and soon appeared on Ghost Dream Cliff, throwing them in front of the stone cave on the cliff top.

He didn't look either, went down Ghost Dream Cliff again, didn't take the ordinary mountain road, just went straight, rolling the wild wind and drifting directly down the cliff.

Liu Xiaolou woke up in a ray of morning light, feeling only pain in the back of his head, his body unable to move, lying sideways on the ground. Looking around, beside him was Yun Ao, who was lying on his side with his back to him, motionless. On the right, there were several others lying down. He recognized them as the leader of Guzhang Mountain, Zhang Shihua, the old Daoist Hu Du...

He saw half of the stone cave entrance and half an old pine tree again, discovering that he was on Ghost Dream Cliff. Immediately, he remembered Lu Yuanlang who had arrived like a ghost last night.

It was truly exactly as Yun Ao said. This fellow's actions were too reckless, actually ignoring the rules set by several major sects, breaking in directly, and not even waiting for the second Sword Trial Assembly to end!

Liu Xiaolou had been on Wulong Mountain for sixteen years and had never had such an experience. Before, whenever he felt that a major sect was coming to suppress, fellow Daoists would go down the mountain in advance. Or when some expert broke into the mountain to seek revenge, they wouldn't be like Lu Yuanlang, implicating bystanders, catching so many people. This was truly the first time.

In the end, he was careless!

He really took the so-called "rules" set by several sects as a protective talisman, thinking that Wulong Mountain would be safe from now on, so that everyone's perception of danger was obviously dull.

Speaking of which, Golden Core is Golden Core, with no power to resist. This is true cultivation!

After a while, he heard two "bangs" and "bangs," and two more people were thrown behind him, but their meridians were sealed, unable to move, and unable to open their mouths. He didn't know which two fellow Daoists they were.

The only thing he knew for sure was that it was definitely not Wei Hongqing.

Messy movements sounded in his ears, and he didn't know what Lu Yuanlang was doing walking back and forth. After guessing for a moment, he suddenly felt his collar being lifted, and immediately after, he was thrown out a zhang, falling solidly. His bones were almost shaken apart.

This time he finally straightened his body, sitting back against the cliff wall. His head could also turn, but he still couldn't speak.

Fifty or sixty fellow Daoists from Wulong Mountain were caught. Some sat in a row with him, some leaned against trees, some leaned against stones. Lu Yuanlang arranged them in a three-sided formation, and he stood in the center.

Lu Yuanlang looked around and said coldly: "I am Lu Yuanlang, the third in the inner sect of Mount Tianmu. Why I came up the mountain today, you must all know. My Mount Tianmu inner sect steward, my cousin Lu Zhongqiu, a dignified Lu clan disciple, died at the hands of the one surnamed Wei. This one surnamed Wei is a thief of your Wulong Mountain! You bunch of thieves, thinking that by hiding on Wulong Mountain, no one dares to manage, and you can still do evil? Today, Third Master came up the mountain to tell you: as long as you commit a crime, even if you hide at the ends of the earth, even if you take refuge in a dragon's pool or tiger's den, you cannot escape Third Master's hands!"

Pausing, he said: "Third Master doesn't have time to waste with you. There are many things to do. Since there is no time, I can only use the fastest method to ask questions. Third Master will only say one sentence: those who give Third Master a satisfactory answer can live; those who are not satisfactory can only die. Think about it yourself!"

As he spoke, he walked to the left side of the formation, grabbed a Wulong Mountain cultivator, and when grabbing him, he also unsealed half of his acupoints and asked: "What is your name?"

The man's face turned pale, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Ye... Ye Fan..."

Lu Yuanlang clearly didn't want to know his name. Before he finished reporting his name, he asked: "Where is Wei Hongqing? Is he on the mountain? Who are his two accomplices?"

"I... I don't know, I truly don't know..."

Lu Yuanlang took a deep breath, turned half a circle, shook his head at all the Wulong Mountain cultivators he had captured, and suddenly slashed with a hand blade. Blood sprayed, splashing on his forehead and body.

Liu Xiaolou closed his eyes, his heart filled with grief: Little Ye...

Lu Yuanlang let go of the corpse, letting it fall, and wiped the blood off his face with both hands from top to bottom, saying: "I am not satisfied with this answer."

So he pulled out another person beside him, also unsealed the upper body acupoints, and this time didn't even ask for the name: "You tell me!"

That person trembled all over, like a sieve: "Don't... don't kill me... I don't know Wei Hongqing, I'm a newcomer... a newcomer..."

He was indeed a newcomer. Liu Xiaolou didn't even recognize him. His answer also didn't satisfy Lu Yuanlang, so Lu Yuanlang was splashed with a new spray of blood.

The third person pulled out was vaguely familiar to Liu Xiaolou. He seemed to be called Zhou Wai. Back then, he was at the third level of Qi Refinement just like Liu Xiaolou. Now Liu Xiaolou had cultivated to the seventh level, but he was still at the third level.

"Wei Hongqing didn't return to Wulong Mountain. Third Master Lu, spare my life. Little one doesn't have half a sentence of falsehood..."

"How do you know he didn't return to Wulong Mountain?"

"Little one didn't see him..."

"That's useless!"

The third corpse fell to the ground, followed by the fourth. This time, the one pulled out was Zhang Shihua.

"I am Zhang Shihua, Third Young Master Lu. You break into Wulong Mountain like this and kill fellow Daoists on the mountain like this. Don't you consider the consequences? Can the Zhanglong Sect, the Qingyu Sect, and the Dongyang Sect tolerate you acting so recklessly? By then, if there is another great war between Western Xiang and Ba-Dong, can you bear the consequences?"

Lu Yuanlang looked up at the sky and thought for a moment, seeming to remember something: "Zhang Shihua... is your real name Zhang Shihua, right?"

Zhang Shihua's face changed: "Third Young Master recognized the wrong person. What Shi what Hua, I don't know what you are talking about."

Lu Yuanlang said: "You cultivate the Huayan Captain Technique. I won't recognize it wrong. You changed to such a similar name, truly stupid to the core! I heard that the daughter of Elder Hua of the Captain Mountain Flower Season Forest was killed by you sixteen years ago. Didn't expect you to betray the sect and hide on Wulong Mountain for so long. The net of heaven is vast... Today, I will clean up the sect for Captain Mountain and avenge Elder Hua!"

Zhang Shihua shouted: "Lu fellow, when we were fighting to the death with the Ba-Dong thieves at Zhuoshui, where were you?"

Lu Yuanlang didn't listen to his shouting. He slashed with his fingertips, and Zhang Shihua's head flew up. Lu Yuanlang reached out and scooped it up, sending it into his storage magic treasure that he didn't know where he put.

Killing four people in the blink of an eye made all the Wulong Mountain fellow Daoists' scalps numb, but everyone's meridians were sealed, and they couldn't even speak. Everyone's heart was cold.

Not to mention the meridians being sealed, even if they were fine, who had the strength to confront a Golden Core master?

Then came the fifth, the sixth. Lu Yuanlang killed to the back, his face already showing madness. Soon, he arrived in front of Jiang Feihu.

"I won't repeat the question. You say it yourself." Lu Yuanlang stared at Jiang Feihu.

Jiang Feihu said: "I have two sentences. The first sentence: I am Jiang Feihu. I don't change my name when walking, and I don't change my surname when sitting. I am Jiang Feihu of the Flying Tiger Cave on Wulong Mountain! The second sentence..." He coughed dryly.

Lu Yuanlang's face showed impatience: "The second sentence?"

"Listen well to the second sentence..." Jiang Feihu spat a mouthful of thick phlegm: "Lu Yuanlang, I screw your ancestors!"