Chapter 106: A Sudden Shift in Style, Bad News for the Ancient Tomb Sect

Fate twists and turns, seemingly returning to the starting point.

After saving Duan Yu and Wang Yuyan, Qiao Feng and A Zhu headed toward Yanmen Pass to investigate his own origins.

They saw Northern Song soldiers slaughtering Khitan people, and they also saw the tattoos on the chests of the Khitan.

The truth was cruel; even if Qiao Feng found it hard to accept, he could never deny the fact that he was a Khitan.

In order to pursue more of the truth, Qiao Feng continuously sought out those who had participated in the Yanmen Pass massacre.

Yet, wherever he went, those in the know would be killed.

After searching a full circle, the only ones left alive were Master Zhiguang of Tiantai Mountain and Kang Min, the widow of Ma Dayuan.

Qiao Feng had no choice but to take A Zhu to Tiantai Mountain.

The result was fairly smooth; they met Master Zhiguang and obtained the final letter left behind by Xiao Yuanshan, learning the ins and outs of the matter.

Now, only one mystery remained.

Who exactly was the "leading big brother" from back then? Facing Qiao Feng's questioning, Master Zhiguang sighed long and hard, spoke a prophecy, and then took poison to commit suicide.

From this point on, the only person who knew the true identity of the leading big brother was that poisonous woman, Kang Min.

The two hurried to Xinyang to see Kang Min.

That wanton woman, Kang Min, began to act seductively the moment she saw Qiao Feng, wanting to spend a night of passion with him in exchange for the true identity of the leading big brother.

Given Qiao Feng's character, how could he possibly grant her wish? Naturally, he sternly refused.

Kang Min then proposed that Qiao Feng kill A Zhu, even promising to help him restore his position as the Beggar Sect leader.

This demand finally touched Qiao Feng's bottom line! Furious, Qiao Feng slapped Kang Min across the face and left indignantly with A Zhu.

That night, A Zhu disguised herself as the Beggar Sect elder Bai Shijing to coax information out of Kang Min, but Kang Min had long since seen through her disguise and gave her false intelligence.

Thus, Qiao Feng and A Zhu mistakenly believed that the Dali Prince Duan Zhengchun was the leading big brother.

The two inquired along the way and arrived at Little Mirror Lake. After some entanglements, they became acquainted with Duan Zhengchun, his four retainers, and A Zi, who had just escaped from the Star-Sustaining Sect.

A parent's murder is an irreconcilable enmity; looking at the enemy before him, Qiao Feng fell into a dilemma.

Duan Zhengchun was the father of his sworn brother Duan Yu; if he were to take revenge, it would mean their brotherhood would be severed from this day on, and their next meeting would be as mortal enemies.

A Zhu was even more conflicted than Qiao Feng, because she had just learned that Duan Zhengchun was her biological father, and A Zi was her sister.

While suffering internally, A Zhu suddenly remembered the wooden box Chu Yang had left them, and a startling thought could not stop bubbling up from the bottom of her heart.

Could it be...

Mr. Chu had calculated today's events long ago? If it were true.

Then wouldn't this Mr. Chu be a divine person? Holding onto a sliver of hope, A Zhu reminded Qiao Feng to open the wooden box. Qiao Feng was startled at her words, took out the wooden box with half-belief, and upon opening it, saw a folded piece of letter paper.

Unfolding the letter, there were shockingly only two sentences.

Kang Min and Duan Zhengchun turned love into hate!

Duan Zhengchun is not the leading big brother! It really is this matter!

Qiao Feng and A Zhu looked at each other, and suddenly the hairs on their bodies stood on end, their blood running cold! "Who exactly is this Mr. Chu, and why does he know so many things?"

"If it really was Kang Min framing them, how did he know Kang Min would say Prince Duan's name?"

"Clearly, she could have framed anyone."

"This is the most frightening part..."

"Whether it is calculating and planning, or knowing the will of heaven in advance, neither is something human power can achieve!"

A Zhu took a deep breath and tremblingly held Qiao Feng's hand, "Brother Qiao, I am a little scared, what should we do now?"

Qiao Feng pondered for a moment, "I am still willing to believe that Mr. Chu; after all, he saved your life. If he had malice toward us, he wouldn't need to do this."

"Moreover, that day when I fought him, I faintly felt that if he wanted to kill me, it would not be a difficult task..."

A Zhu thought of Chu Yang's unfathomable abilities, still feeling a bit of a chill in her heart, and forced herself to endure the fear as she said, "Why don't we find Prince Duan and talk openly and honestly."

Qiao Feng nodded; for now, this was the only way.

Just as the two were preparing to confront Duan Zhengchun, the Four Great Evils suddenly arrived at Little Mirror Lake, their target being none other than Duan Zhengchun.

The leader of the Four Great Evils, Duan Yanqing, was the former Crown Prince of the Dali Kingdom. Due to internal strife in Dali, he fled after the treacherous official Yang Yizhen usurped the throne.

Later, when Dali was restored, all the ministers thought Duan Yanqing was dead, so they supported Duan Zhengchun's brother, Duan Zhengming, to succeed to the Dali throne.

From then on, Duan Yanqing viewed the two brothers as enemies and racked his brains to reclaim the throne.

Logically speaking, Duan Yanqing wanting to kill Duan Zhengchun was an internal matter of the Dali royal family, and outsiders should not intervene.

But Qiao Feng could not care about that much now; before Duan Zhengchun could even make a move, he stepped forward alone and fought the Four Great Evils.

After a short while, the four were no match for him.

Duan Yanqing could only leave a few harsh words for Qiao Feng and left in a rage.

"Many thanks to Brother Qiao for your help!"

Duan Zhengchun had sword-like brows and star-like eyes, his spirit soaring; he was so handsome he didn't look like a middle-aged man.

"Duan Yu is my sworn brother, how could I stand by and watch? Prince Duan, to tell you the truth, I came here today because there is something I want to verify with you!"

Qiao Feng's expression was serious as he bowed slightly.

"If it is a matter of great importance, please come with me to the woods to talk."

Seeing Qiao Feng's demeanor, Duan Zhengchun guessed that the matter was urgent, so he took Qiao Feng, left the others behind, and walked to a secluded spot to speak in low voices.

A Zhu waited anxiously in the distance until she saw Qiao Feng slowly shake his head at her, and she finally couldn't help but shed tears.

Turning around, she looked at Ruan Xingzhu, who was fussing over A Zi, and A Zhu walked over tremblingly.

"Many thanks to Prince Duan for your honesty."

"Brother Qiao, you are too polite. If you weren't an upright person who could speak directly to me, I fear we both would have fallen into the trap of that poisonous woman, Kang Min."

"I am ashamed; I was only able to dispel the misunderstanding about Prince Duan thanks to Mr. Chu's guidance..."

"Mr. Chu? Could Brother Qiao introduce us? That Mr. Chu can be considered a benefactor to me."

"I don't know where Mr. Chu has gone either. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will definitely invite Mr. Chu for a drink."

"Hahaha, please be sure to call me then."

The misunderstanding was cleared, and the two chatted happily. As soon as they walked out of the woods, they simultaneously saw Ruan Xingzhu holding A Zhu and crying loudly again.

Seeing Duan Zhengchun, Ruan Xingzhu couldn't help but shout loudly again: "Duan Lang, A Zhu is also our child!"

Duan Zhengchun was overjoyed and hurriedly stepped forward to embrace the mother and her two daughters.

Qiao Feng suddenly felt his mouth go dry; his sworn brother's father had suddenly become his father-in-law. The next time he saw Duan Yu, he didn't know whether to call him "Second Brother" or "Brother-in-law"...

But the next moment.

Qiao Feng suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his heart filled with extreme fear.

If A Zhu had known earlier that Prince Duan was her father, and he had treated Prince Duan as the leading big brother and insisted on killing him to avenge his parents...

What would have happened? Caught between him and her biological father, A Zhu would be in a life-or-death dilemma and would likely have resolved the hatred between the two in her own way.

And what A Zhu was best at was the art of disguise!

Thinking of a certain possibility, a look of relief appeared on Qiao Feng's face, and he muttered to himself.

"A Zhu, Mr. Chu has saved you twice..."

The lone smoke in the desert rises straight, the long river sets in a round sun.

Although this poem "Sent to the Frontier" by Wang Wei was not written about Mongolian customs, it was very fitting to describe the beautiful scenery Chu Yang saw before him.

After crossing the Ming Empire border and arriving at the boundless Mongolian grasslands, Chu Yang suddenly discovered the vastness of this world.

Unlike the graceful and delicate scenery of Jiangnan, the grassland scenery was rugged, like a young girl who had just left her boudoir, unadorned, carrying a fresh aura.

The wind blew, and the waist-high grass swayed, like green waves; the setting sun fell upon it, draping the entire grassland in a veil of pale gold.

Naturally, Huang Rong did not want to miss such beautiful scenery, so she volunteered to sit beside Chu Yang and act as a temporary carriage driver.

On the contrary, Mu Nianci, who had always taken on the responsibility of the driver, hid in the carriage and would not come out.

No matter how Chu Yang called her, she would find excuses to decline.

In the end, it was Huang Rong who dragged her out to admire the grassland scenery, but Mu Nianci still habitually kept her head down, seemingly not in high spirits.

"Arriving in Mongolia, shouldn't Sister Mu go find that silly boy's mother, that is, Sister Mu's future mother-in-law?" Seeing this, Huang Rong's eyes rolled around, revealing a cunning smile, "Sister Mu is shy, right?"

Mu Nianci rolled her eyes at her; the little girl was clearly teasing her.

Chu Yang nodded thoughtfully and said: "That should be the case. After all, for a girl to meet her mother-in-law without family accompaniment, it will be a bit awkward no matter what."

Mu Nianci sighed deeply, her brows furrowed with worry.

"Hehehe."

Huang Rong laughed like a little fox. Having traveled all the way from the Southern Song to Mongolia, she had long guessed Mu Nianci's intentions and also guessed that Mu Nianci going to find her future mother-in-law was an excuse made out of thin air.

Seeing her caught in a dilemma, the naturally mischievous Huang Rong couldn't have been happier.

In terms of relationship, Huang Rong and Mu Nianci got along well and were already very good friends, but whenever she thought about the other person having intentions to get close to Chu Yang, Huang Rong still felt uncomfortable.

"Then how about this, Miss Mu, we will send you to find Guo Jing's mother first, and then we will set off to leave, how about that?"

As the saying goes, send the Buddha to the west; having brought a young girl to such a far place as Mongolia, Chu Yang could not do something like abandoning her just like that.

Since they had already reached the foot of Ling Mountain, they might as well finish the job.

Mu Nianci wanted to muster the courage to confess to Chu Yang, but once she met Chu Yang's eyes, she inexplicably lost her nerve and could only thank him listlessly, "Sorry to trouble you, Brother Chu."

Guo Jing was both the sworn brother of Temujin's son Tolui and the Golden Blade Son-in-law of his daughter Hua Zheng, so Li Ping's residence was quite special, located near Temujin's royal tent.

It was difficult for Chu Yang, dressed in Central Plains attire, to inquire about the location of Temujin's royal tent from the herdsmen, so he had to use genjutsu to confuse them.

For the sake of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art, Chu Yang had learned a little Mongolian in advance, so communication was not a big problem.

After encountering several groups of herdsmen in succession and obtaining Temujin's location, the carriage never stopped again.

A night of flying speed.

The next morning, Mu Nianci took the reins from Chu Yang's hands and sat down to drive the carriage without saying a word.

"Miss Mu doesn't seem very happy?"

"It's nothing, just a little nervous."

Chu Yang looked at her slightly pale side profile, thought for a moment, and said: "You don't like this marriage?"

Mu Nianci's expression stiffened; she wanted to nod, but didn't know if she should.

Between Chu Yang and Huang Rong, there seemed to be no room for her.

"If you don't like it, you can actually say it clearly. Uncle Yang is a bit stubborn, but he is not someone who acts arbitrarily."

Chu Yang thought Mu Nianci was like in the original work, having fallen in love with Yang Kang, and was only forced to make this trip to Mongolia out of filial piety.

Honestly speaking, Guo Jing was much more reliable than Yang Kang. If Chu Yang were Yang Tiexin, he would be more willing to see Mu Nianci and Guo Jing together.

The premise was that Mu Nianci liked him.

Matters of the heart cannot be forced; otherwise, there wouldn't be so many infatuated men and women in the world.

"If... if I really don't like this marriage, what does Brother Chu think should be done?"

After a long time, Mu Nianci finally asked slowly in a voice the size of a mosquito.

"Who you like is your freedom; others can't interfere. You can decide however you want."

Speaking of this, Chu Yang paused slightly, "However, I think that compared to Yang Kang, Guo Jing is more of a good match. Even if you don't like Guo Jing, it's best not to choose Yang Kang."

Mu Nianci looked blank, not understanding Chu Yang's meaning at all.

What did this have to do with Yang Kang?

A cough suddenly came from the carriage, interrupting their conversation.

Mu Nianci hurriedly sat up straight, her cheeks slightly red. She inexplicably felt a bit sorry for Huang Rong and didn't dare to say another word for the rest of the journey.

With the blessing of magic, the carriage traveled on the grassland as if on flat ground, and in one day and one night, they arrived near Temujin's royal tent.

The three got off the carriage and found that a banquet was being held there, seemingly entertaining important guests.

"Little Chu, they are all dancing! I want to dance with them too."

"Forget it, be careful they mistake you for a spy."

"That shouldn't be, I'm just a girl, what kind of spy would look like me."

"Stop messing around, hurry up and find where Guo Jing's mother is."

The two bickered while taking Mu Nianci to find Li Ping's yurt. All around were Mongolians singing and dancing, most of them drunk as mud.

Chu Yang caught a few drunk Mongolians and used genjutsu to make them reveal Li Ping's location.

However, just as they were about to go over, Chu Yang suddenly heard some Mongolians discussing the Esoteric Sect. After carefully investigating with Observation Haki, he realized that the protagonists of this banquet were the Esoteric Buddhists.

"It's truly a coincidence; I thought it would take a long time to find them..."

Chu Yang was overjoyed and turned to Huang Rong, "You take Miss Mu to find the person first, and I'll come find you later."

After saying this, he disappeared directly in front of the two.

Huang Rong and Mu Nianci looked at each other; they still couldn't adapt to Chu Yang's "immortal methods."

Arriving at the center of the royal court, Chu Yang quickly locked onto the yurt where Temujin was located with Observation Haki and heard the sound of him talking to the Esoteric monks.

Chu Yang walked over leisurely; wherever he went, the soldiers were shrouded in genjutsu, standing in place like puppets.

Lifting the tent curtain, Chu Yang saw Temujin sitting upright at the top, with lamas in red robes on both sides.

Temujin also saw Chu Yang, who was dressed in Central Plains attire, was stunned for a moment, and immediately shouted: "Who is the intruder?"

Chu Yang ignored him, snapped his fingers, and then the eyes of Temujin and several lamas became dull.

Chu Yang walked toward the Esoteric lamas and interrogated them about the cultivation mantras of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art.

At the same time.

Huang Rong and Mu Nianci stood in front of Li Ping's yurt, Mu Nianci gritting her teeth and hesitating to go in.

Seeing this, a wicked smile flashed across Huang Rong's lips, and then she put on a cold face.

"Honestly, Sister Mu, do you like Little Chu?!"

Mu Nianci, who was already at a loss, had her secret exposed by Huang Rong and shouted out subconsciously.

"So nervous, you must like Little Chu, Sister Mu, stop pretending!" Huang Rong said unhappily.

"Rong'er... Miss Huang, don't talk nonsense, I don't, I didn't."

Mu Nianci's tongue seemed tied; she couldn't speak clearly, her face was flushed, and she felt the shame of being caught in the act by the "original wife."

Huang Rong wanted to continue attacking Mu Nianci's psychological defenses, but a female voice suddenly came from the yurt.

"Who is outside?"

Li Ping's voice was a bit excited; she hadn't heard anyone speak Chinese for a long time.

Hearing Li Ping calling, Mu Nianci's little face turned pale. Could it be that she really had to go in and acknowledge her mother-in-law?

"Sister Mu, if you don't admit it, I'm going to take you in to see your future mother-in-law!"

Huang Rong threatened with a cold snort.

"Rong'er, I was wrong, I do like Brother Chu..."

Mu Nianci's eyes turned red, and she cried in a low voice, anxious.

Just then, Li Ping lifted the tent curtain and saw two beautiful girls standing at the door, and was stunned for a moment, "Who are you?"

Huang Rong smiled sweetly, "Auntie Li, your daughter has come to find you!"

On the other side, Chu Yang was using genjutsu to extract the cultivation mantras of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art from the lamas' mouths.

A strange fluctuation suddenly appeared in the air, forcibly interrupting his genjutsu, which Chu Yang found inconceivable.

The youngest of the lamas wearing red robes suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Chu Yang, asking in very standard Chinese: "The benefactor's methods are mysterious, but they are a bit despicable."

Chu Yang looked at him curiously, "How did you break the technique?"

"A mere trick of the eye, as a practitioner of Buddhism, how could I not see through it?" The young Esoteric monk smiled, suddenly chanting Buddhist mantras, and a vast and upright power instantly surged in the yurt.

Chu Yang's eyes lit up, and he secretly thought: "I thought it was martial arts, but I didn't expect the style to suddenly become fantasy. I wonder what level this practitioner is at?"

The young monk pinched a dharma seal with one hand, a Buddha light emerged from behind his head, and he pressed forward with his palm, spraying a swastika that grew with the wind.

Chu Yang channeled his internal energy and struck out several Vajra Palms in succession; the huge handprint collided with the swastika and was instantly annihilated.

The two were worlds apart.

"Common martial arts cannot compare to my Esoteric true dharma!"

"Benefactor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. Why not repent quickly?!"

The young monk's expression was indifferent, his whole body exuding a sense of majesty, and there was actually a slight illusion of a Buddha descending into the world.

The huge swastika was about to press down on Chu Yang.

Brilliant lightning soared into the sky, directly shattering the golden swastika.

The young monk's pupils shrank sharply; he felt a terrifying aura from Chu Yang.

Looking again, the scholar before him had already undergone a shocking change.

A golden haori was draped over his body, lightning wrapped around him like ribbons, and especially those eyes with rotating tomoe were simply not something a mortal could possess.

The monk stared at Chu Yang in disbelief; he had originally thought the other party was just a martial arts expert who had practiced some kind of demonic art, but he didn't expect such an inhuman existence.

"Monster!" the young monk shouted in horror.

Thinking of the source of the Tailed Beast cloak's power, Chu Yang felt that the other party's description was not wrong, and he grinned, "Then please, Master, subdue this monster!"

As soon as the words fell, Chu Yang flashed and appeared in front of the young monk, pressing one hand on the head covered by the Buddha light.

"Presumptuous!"

The young monk put his hands together, and a Buddha with boundless light appeared behind him, closing his palms in the same posture.

The small yurt couldn't support such a battle and was swept away by the Buddha's palm, turning into ashes.

Temujin and several lamas were unharmed, protected by the Buddha light on the young monk's body and sent to the distance.

Chu Yang was clamped by the huge palms, like a weak fly.

"The benefactor's killing intent is boiling; this poor monk must convert you today!"

The Buddha light on the young monk's body became brighter and brighter.

No panic could be seen on Chu Yang's face; a majestic figure also appeared behind him, slowly wrapping him up.

The Buddha's palms were pried open by a terrifying force. The young monk looked closely and saw that the scholar's figure had disappeared, replaced by a huge monster with three heads and six arms.

Susanoo drew his bow and shot an energy arrow, which pierced directly through the head of the Buddha behind the young monk.

That vast Buddha light suddenly dimmed.

Pfft! The young monk spat out blood, feeling as if his internal organs had been hit by this heavy blow, and he was in so much pain he was about to faint.

Susanoo walked in front of him, and after dissipating, revealed Chu Yang's true body. He still reached out and placed his hand on the monk's head.

"Monk, do you still want to convert me?"

"Amitabha, this poor monk's magic power is low, and I failed to eliminate the demon, which is truly regrettable."

"Saying such things, aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

"A monk has long since put life and death aside."

"Your enlightenment is quite high."

Chu Yang patted the monk's forehead. He had already gotten his hands on the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art just now, and during the battle, he had also managed to get a set of unknown Esoteric true dharma.

Since he had profited, why kill him? The other party had no grudge against him, and besides, he was the one in the wrong first.

Through this, he also understood that genjutsu was only useful against people with lower realms, and it was a bit useless against determined practitioners like the young monk.

The young monk waited for a long time but didn't wait for Chu Yang to send him to the Western Paradise to see the Great Sun Tathagata Buddha. Opening his eyes, he found that the other party had disappeared.

"Could it be that it wasn't a demon king born into the world?"

The young monk was puzzled and whispered "Amitabha," "There is actually such a strange person in the world."

The battle just now had awakened many drunk people. Seeing the Buddha killed by the monster with an arrow, everyone knelt on the ground in panic, praying for the demon god not to kill them.

Chu Yang walked all the way, and no one looked up at him, or rather, no one dared to look up.

There was a feeling in the dark telling them that the scholar who walked out of the royal court was that demon god with three heads and six arms.

Although no one looked up, they still piously knelt and bowed in the direction from which the footsteps came.

The two little girls were also frightened by the scene of the demon god fighting the Buddha. Tremblingly leaving Li Ping's yurt, they happened to see the scene of countless herdsmen and soldiers kneeling to Chu Yang.

"Little Chu, did you kill the Buddha?"

Huang Rong's little face was pale.

"Not the Buddha, just a dharma image of a monk."

Chu Yang shook his head with a smile.

"Then are you okay?"

Huang Rong stepped forward anxiously to check Chu Yang's body, touching here and pinching there, fearing he might be missing something.

"If you touch me again, I'm going to report you for molestation!"

Chu Yang slapped Huang Rong's little hand away unhappily. His temper was still high; what if she touched something wrong? "Miss Mu, do you really intend to wander the world alone?"

"Yes, Brother Chu, thank you for your care during this time."

"You're welcome, then take care."

"Brother Chu... I have already explained this marriage to Auntie Li, and I will call it off with my father when I go back."

"Uh, as long as you have your own ideas, you don't need to explain it to me."

"Brother Chu, do you think we will meet again?"

"If you are bored, you can come to the private school to find Huang Rong at any time; she will definitely be very happy."

Mu Nianci, standing in front of the carriage, suddenly stopped talking and looked down at her toes; an ant crawled from the ground onto her instep.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

Chu Yang didn't know what to say as a farewell for a moment, so he turned to look at Huang Rong.

"Little Chu, you are really stingy. At a time like this, you still won't give a gift as a farewell."

Huang Rong rolled her eyes and took out a cloth doll from her bosom, dressed very similarly to Mu Nianci.

"Sister Mu, this is for you!"

Huang Rong handed the cloth doll to Mu Nianci, who took it and examined it carefully, a smile appearing on her face.

Chu Yang scratched his head; he had never thought about giving anything to Mu Nianci.

Mu Nianci, who received the gift, stared at Chu Yang with anticipation.

"Let me give you a hairpin."

A twig wrapped around Chu Yang's palm, carrying a shimmering green light, which looked quite beautiful in the middle of the night, like countless fireflies circling around.

A bright green wooden hairpin appeared in Chu Yang's hand and was handed to Mu Nianci.

Mu Nianci took the hairpin and touched it gently, her eyes tender.

"Alright, Miss Mu, let's part ways here!"

Chu Yang and Huang Rong got into the carriage, the little red horse snorted, and slowly turned around to leave.

Mu Nianci stood blankly in place, waving continuously, watching the carriage go further and further away.

Huang Rong, sitting on the carriage shaft, was unhappy. Chu Yang thought she was feeling lost because of Mu Nianci's departure, so he comforted her: "Miss Mu is unwilling to return with us, she must have her own things to do, we must respect her choice."

Huang Rong shook her head, "She doesn't have things to do..."

Chu Yang didn't know what had happened between them at all, so he asked suspiciously: "Did you two quarrel? Weren't you fine just now..."

"Aiya! It's not a quarrel, I can't explain it to you, don't ask!" Huang Rong glared at Chu Yang angrily.

"What's wrong with you!" Chu Yang smacked his lips, "If you quarrel, you quarrel; just make up next time we meet. Or should I leave you here so you two can have a good chat and wander the world together, and I can go back by myself..."

Before Chu Yang could finish speaking, Huang Rong suddenly hit his forehead hard with her own, but it ended up hurting Huang Rong herself, and tears kept swirling in her eyes.

"This is the consequence of not following the rules of martial arts!"

Chu Yang laughed triumphantly.

Just kidding, the toughness of his body now, although not to the point of being invulnerable to swords and guns or water and fire, was not something that could be bitten by teeth.

Huang Rong was so angry that she bared her teeth and pounced on Chu Yang, biting down, her little tiger teeth gleaming coldly.

Chu Yang pinched her mouth and warned: "If you mess around again, you might break your teeth."

Thinking that her teeth might really be chipped by the flesh on Chu Yang's body, Huang Rong immediately gave up the idea of biting and glared at Chu Yang angrily.

"From now on, when Miss Mu is not here, you are responsible for driving the carriage."

Chu Yang said, handing the reins to Huang Rong.

Although Huang Rong was very angry, she obediently took the reins because she was afraid Chu Yang would really leave her here.

However, after handing over the reins, Chu Yang didn't return to the carriage but sat there closing his eyes to rest, muttering, "Don't be lazy, I'm watching."

Strangely, Huang Rong stopped acting up and instead revealed an imperceptible shallow smile.

After the two left, Mu Nianci stayed with Li Ping for one night, and the next day she said goodbye and set off, embarking on her own path in the world.

Having wandered the world with her foster father Yang Tiexin for eighteen years, she had learned what she needed to learn, so Mu Nianci didn't feel afraid.

Plus, she had followed Chu Yang to learn the Nine Yin Manual, and even if it wasn't the full version, she had made significant progress in martial arts.

It was absolutely impossible for top-tier experts of any major dynasty to take her down in a one-on-one fight.

Unless a Grandmaster made a move.

This was also why Chu Yang easily agreed to let her set off alone.

Mu Nianci bid farewell to Li Ping, and just as she walked out of the yurt, she saw a very young monk standing outside, seemingly waiting for a long time.

The young monk was wearing a plain white monk's robe, his face was clean, his body was spotless, and he always carried a kind smile, having a sense of kindness beyond his age.

Seeing the monk looking at her with a smile, Mu Nianci asked softly: "This Master, who are you?"

"This poor monk is Sangji Zhuole, a practitioner of the Tibetan Esoteric Sect. When I was young, my dharma name was Yunshen; the benefactor can call me that."

Yunshen, dressed in plain white monk's clothes, nodded and smiled, his words and actions giving people a polite feeling.

"Master Yunshen, hello, I am Mu Nianci. I see that you seem to be waiting for me? Is there something?"

Mu Nianci put her hands together and bowed properly.

"May I ask if that high-level expert with heaven-reaching magic power from last night is a friend of Miss Mu?"

This Master Yunshen was the Esoteric practitioner who had fought Chu Yang.

Hearing the monk mention Chu Yang, Mu Nianci became vigilant, silently pressing her hand against the whip wrapped around her waist, and said nothing.

"Miss Mu, please rest assured. In the battle last night, I was no match for that high-level expert. It was he who spared my life, and I was able to survive until now to speak with Miss Mu."

Master Yunshen stated the fact of his crushing defeat without caring, with no resentment on his face.

Seeing that he had no intention of seeking revenge, Mu Nianci asked suspiciously: "Then why is Master looking for Brother Chu?"

"To ask about the Dao."

Master Yunshen replied concisely.

As the most talented practitioner of the Esoteric Sect, he entered the Dao through Buddhism and martial arts. Although he looked young, he was over a hundred years old. To this day, his path had reached an end, and he had made no progress.

Chu Yang's strength was something he had never seen before; calling him an Earthly Immortal would not be an exaggeration.

After fighting Chu Yang, Master Yunshen had an epiphany, and his bottleneck loosened, which gave him the idea of asking about the Dao with the other party.

Mu Nianci didn't understand the specific meaning of "asking about the Dao," but she could feel that the other party had been convinced by Chu Yang, so she had no hostility in her heart.

"Master Yunshen, you are late. Brother Chu and the others left last night. I didn't travel with them, and I don't know where they went."

Mu Nianci said apologetically.

"It is this poor monk's lack of affinity, I cannot blame the benefactor."

Yunshen couldn't help but sigh long and hard.

Seeing him like this, Mu Nianci couldn't bear it, so she said softly: "I know Brother Chu's residence, but I don't know when he will return home. If Master doesn't mind, I can tell you."

Yunshen looked at this kind girl; she was surrounded by threads of the red dust, one of which connected to a small Southern Song city.

This was the Buddhist supernatural power that Yunshen had awakened after a hundred years of practice—the Fate-Knowing Ability.

Yunshen's Fate-Knowing Ability was just at the introductory level, able to briefly see a person's future, but generally could not see specific things, very ethereal, like a dream or illusion.

And the reason Mu Nianci was so clear was because her fate was intertwined with Chu Yang's.

"Miss Mu will go there in the future. If you don't mind, can this poor monk travel with Miss Mu?"

………

The little red horse galloped on the grassland for more than a month before Chu Yang and Huang Rong returned to the Ming Empire territory.

They had seen enough scenery and suffered enough.

Before leaving, Huang Rong was still shouting that she would never come again.

According to the plan, Chu Yang still had to go to Wudang Mountain to see Zhang Zhenren.

Through the battle with the Esoteric monk, Chu Yang could be certain that the Zhang Sanfeng of this world was definitely a cultivator.

The genjutsu set shouldn't work on Zhang Sanfeng, so the best way was to force him to make a move.

Entering a small city on the border, Chu Yang took Huang Rong to find an inn to rest for a while. The two had just gone up to the second floor to order food when they heard a storyteller talking about recent major events in the world of martial arts.

In just over a month, the world of martial arts had been surging.

"You've all heard about that Ancient Tomb Sect incident a while ago, right?"

"Rumor has it that the number one strange book in the martial arts world, the Nine Yin Manual, is hidden in that small Ancient Tomb Sect under Zhongnan Mountain!"

"An innocent man is innocent, but his treasure is his crime!"

"After the news spread, many martial arts sects and experts went to Zhongnan Mountain to fight for the Nine Yin Manual."

"What they thought was simple: they couldn't afford to offend Wang Chongyang's Quanzhen Sect, but couldn't they afford to offend the unknown Ancient Tomb Sect?"

"So, the Ancient Tomb Sect suffered a great disaster; the sect was occupied, and the only two remaining disciples escaped with difficulty after an old servant fought to the death."

"Speaking of which, that old servant was loyal; even after being tortured in every way, he didn't reveal a single bit of the two disciples' whereabouts."

"Clap!"

A porcelain white bowl was smashed hard on the ground, shattering into pieces. Huang Rong looked at Chu Yang in panic.

Chu Yang's face was dark. The Ancient Tomb Sect had always been reclusive and didn't deal with outsiders; he couldn't imagine how the news of the Nine Yin Manual could have leaked out.

"Little Chu, the two of them now..."

Thinking that the cute little baby might have met with a tragic end, Huang Rong couldn't help but shed tears, the teardrops hitting the table with a pattering sound.

"Don't cry yet, the storyteller hasn't finished."

In the hall, the diners were all staring nervously at the storyteller, waiting for him to finish a cup of hot tea and let out a long sigh before hearing the rest.

"What I am going to say next is some unverified gossip. Everyone, listen to it as fun, don't take it seriously."

"It is said that after those two Ancient Tomb Sect disciples escaped, I don't know why they came here, just in time to get involved in the dispute between the Demonic Sect and the Six Major Sects, and were abducted by people from the Demonic Sect and taken to Brightness Peak."

"The Six Major Sects have long had grievances with them, and with this incident, they simply joined forces to besiege Brightness Peak this time."

The storyteller was in the middle of his story when a young man looking like a scholar suddenly appeared in front of him, and his voice stopped abruptly.

The scholar bowed and said: "This storyteller, I would like to ask, why did those two Ancient Tomb Sect disciples run to the Ming Empire?"

The storyteller scratched his head and smiled, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I heard that they actually wanted to go to Mongolia, but were intercepted by people from the Six Major Sects halfway."

The scholar closed his eyes, his face expressionless, and a chill spread wantonly through the hall.

The storyteller, who had traveled north and south, was quite knowledgeable and sensed that this scholar was not to be trifled with, so he silently took a few steps back, wanting to leave quietly.

Just then, the scholar suddenly opened his eyes, bowed to the storyteller with a smile, and then called the girl traveling with him to leave.

The girl was full of murderous aura.

After the two left, all the porcelain in the restaurant exploded!

Chu Yang returned to the stable to get the carriage and instructed Huang Rong: "I'll go to Brightness Peak first, you follow with the carriage, pay attention to safety."

Huang Rong nodded obediently.

After saying this, Chu Yang didn't care about hiding anymore and flew directly into the sky, disappearing into the horizon.

Brightness Peak was located on the border of the Ming Empire, built on continuous mountain ranges. Because of the harsh geographical environment, basically no one set foot there.

But this time, the Six Major Sects besieged Brightness Peak from thousands of miles away, and the movement was not small. Chu Yang could see the long human tide from high above, stretching for a thousand miles.

Following the direction of the human tide, Chu Yang soon found Brightness Peak on the top of the mountains.

The battle seemed to have been going on for some time.

The entire Brightness Peak was flowing with blood.

Perhaps because there were some changes in the plot, Chu Yang didn't see the scene of Zhang Wuji fighting the Six Major Sects alone.

All there was was the crazy slaughter of two armies facing each other.

Blood flowing like a river.

Chu Yang stood in the void, looking indifferently at these people fighting. He didn't care about their lives, he just wanted to find Little Dragon Maiden and Li Mochou.

Soon, someone discovered Chu Yang's existence and shouted subconsciously, "Look, there's someone in the sky."

As soon as the man finished shouting, he was slashed to the ground by someone. Before he died, his eyes were still staring fixedly at the sky.

Everyone on Brightness Peak had killed until their eyes were red; who would pay attention to what he said? In the chaos, Chu Yang landed beside the unlucky guy, looked down at him, and then crushed his throat with one foot, ending his lingering pain.

Chu Yang walked slowly through the pool of blood. Those who wanted to kill him ended up falling into the pool of blood inexplicably, losing their breath.

No one noticed how Chu Yang killed people, but unconsciously, so many people died that a vacuum zone appeared around him.

Chu Yang grabbed a Ming Cult disciple who could still breathe and asked: "Where are the two disciples of the Ancient Tomb Sect?"

The Ming Cult disciple didn't answer, but instead spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

The invisible air wave blocked the saliva. Chu Yang frowned, dragged the Ming Cult disciple into the genjutsu space, and began to interrogate him. After knowing the answer, there was some astonishment on his face.

This Ming Cult disciple was under the Five Elements Flag. In his memory, the Ming Cult didn't abduct Li Mochou and Little Dragon Maiden, but saved them from the Six Major Sects.

Looking at the chaotic Brightness Peak and the disciples of the Six Major Sects, Chu Yang was furious. With a roar, he unleashed his Conqueror's Haki.

The invisible fluctuation rippled out, and except for a few experts, most of the disciples of the Six Major Sects and the Ming Cult members fell to the ground and fainted.

The remaining experts looked at Chu Yang in horror.

I have a fever, I don't know if I'm infected. Recently, the time spent coding every day has exceeded thirteen or fourteen hours, and my body can't take it... Since the third day of the launch, there has actually been no saved manuscript. The performance of this book is okay so far. In order to ensure quality, let's have a minimum of 300,000 words updated this month!!! I will work hard to ensure quality and quantity! (End of this chapter) ===== CHAPTER 107 =====