Chapter 107: Exterminating Three Sects, Target Zhang Sanfeng

The Six Major Sects and the Ming Cult were in a melee, with seven or eight thousand disciples on both sides, all of whom fainted under Chu Yang's roar.

Many experts were shocked and angry.

Chu Yang looked at them coldly, his killing intent sweeping over everyone like a biting cold wind. Among the experts of the Six Major Sects present, the most skilled were Master Kongwen of the Shaolin Sect and Abbess Miejue of the Emei Sect.

When facing this killing intent, the fear of death made their bodies tremble instinctively, and they couldn't control it at all.

Abbess Miejue gripped the Heaven-Reliant Sword tightly, trying to give herself courage.

"Abbess, this scholar is very evil, we should be careful..."

Master Kongwen walked slowly to Abbess Miejue's side and stood with her.

Abbess Miejue turned to look at him and happened to see Master Kongwen's hand holding the Zen staff trembling.

Abbess Miejue took a deep breath, "Master, looking at this scholar's age, he shouldn't be any of the Demonic Sect's Left or Right Envoys, the Four Great Dharma Kings, or the Five Wanderers."

"I hope he doesn't have ill intentions." Master Kongwen sighed, stepped forward, stared at Chu Yang, and asked: "The Demonic Sect does evil and everyone should punish them. May I ask who you are, and why do you want to intervene in the dispute between our Six Major Sects and the Demonic Sect?"

Chu Yang didn't answer him and walked silently toward the Ming Cult main hall, leaving only one sentence before entering.

"Before I come out, if any of you make any strange moves, I guarantee that not a single person from your Six Major Sects will walk out of Brightness Peak alive."

As soon as these words came out, all the experts of the Six Major Sects showed indignation, and even Master Kongwen, who was a monk, had a gloomy face.

In this world, who dared to speak such wild words in front of them?

"Yellow-haired brat, sharp-tongued, today your Grandpa Tang will teach you what etiquette is!"

The Five Elders of Kongtong had extremely fiery personalities, with Tang Wenliang being the most severe, just like a powder keg, almost ignited at a touch. How could he endure this? Seeing Tang Wenliang set his stance, he strode toward Chu Yang.

Chu Yang pointed like a sword and swept horizontally, the invisible energy surging and turning into a slash.

This slash came extremely fast. Tang Wenliang couldn't react at all. With a blink of an eye, he suddenly felt the world spinning. Looking closely, he found that his body was actually running forward.

Above his neck was bare, and after running a few steps, blood gushed out like a spring.

Tang Wenliang's consciousness gradually blurred, and the last thought in his life was only four words.

Ah? I'm dead? "Junior Brother!!!"

Tang Wenliang died, and the other four of the Five Elders of Kongtong were filled with grief and indignation, but no one dared to step forward.

Such a bizarre way of death was enough to serve as a warning.

After all, they were people who had reached the position of sect leader; even if they were stupid, there was a limit.

The experts of the Six Major Sects watched Chu Yang walk into the main hall, and no one dared to act rashly, including Abbess Miejue holding the Heaven-Reliant Sword.

It wasn't that she didn't dare, but except for her, all the Emei Sect disciples were lying on the ground. If she angered this guy of unknown origin, she feared for the disciples' lives.

Shaolin and Wudang had similar thoughts.

Inside the Ming Cult main hall, the lights flickered, and the visibility was extremely poor.

If it weren't for Chu Yang having a pair of good eyes, he probably wouldn't have been able to see the Ming Cult high-level officials lying all over the floor.

Brightness Left Envoy Yang Xiao, Green-Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao, and the Five Wanderers.

It was a known fact that the Ming Cult was internally divided, and with the battle imminent, these people could actually fight among themselves.

At the critical moment of their infighting, they were plotted against by Cheng Kun, who was hiding in the secret passage, and all fell into a state of severe injury.

Chu Yang saw Cheng Kun hiding in a dark corner, ready to strike.

But Yang Xiao and the others thought Chu Yang hadn't seen him and were about to warn him, but they didn't expect Chu Yang to have already made a move.

Chu Yang reached out, aimed at Cheng Kun, and a terrifying suction force came from his palm.

Almighty Push.

Cheng Kun suddenly felt his body unable to move, his heart felt a great sense of danger, and in a blink of an eye, he was already grabbed by the neck by Chu Yang.

"Benefactor, I am... Yuanzhen of the Shaolin Sect, not a bad person. My master is the Divine Monk Kongjian."

In the face of imminent death, Cheng Kun hurriedly reported his sect background, hoping that this strange expert would spare him for the sake of Shaolin's Kongjian.

But he didn't expect that as soon as his words fell, a terrifying force came from his neck, decisive and extreme.

With a crack.

Cheng Kun's neck was crushed by Chu Yang, and he threw Cheng Kun's corpse aside like trash.

Seeing Chu Yang kill Cheng Kun, Yang Xiao and the others were overjoyed.

"Well killed! Well killed! This dog thief caused the death of our Cult Leader Yang; he deserves this end. Heaven really has eyes!"

"Even if our Ming Cult is destroyed today, we can still account for ourselves to the Cult Leader in the underworld!"

"Hahaha!!!"

Zhou Dian, one of the Five Wanderers, laughed loudly, and the others, infected by him, also laughed involuntarily.

"Brother Zhou is right. Being able to go to the underworld with everyone today is Yang Xiao's fortune."

Yang Xiao's eyes contained a smile, putting down the airs of an acting cult leader, and spoke from his heart.

In just a few words, the grievances accumulated within the Ming Cult for many years seemed to vanish at this moment.

"Are you finished?" Chu Yang watched coldly and asked straight to the point: "Where are Li Mochou and Little Dragon Maiden?"

Their expressions changed.

Yang Xiao sighed deeply, "I didn't expect my daughter to save those two out of a moment of soft-heartedness, only to bring such big trouble to our sect. Yang Xiao is ashamed of the Ming Cult and ashamed of my brothers."

"You have saved our lives, and if you only want the Nine Yin Manual, I can get it for you, but if you are here for those two, I'm afraid I cannot comply."

Even in a desperate situation, Yang Xiao maintained his demeanor, replying to Chu Yang neither humbly nor arrogantly.

In fact, the reason Yang Xiao was like this was because Li Mochou had saved Yang Buhui during the conflict between the Ming Cult and the Six Major Sects, and only then did Yang Buhui repay the favor by using the Ming Cult's power to save the two.

Yang Xiao's attitude made Chu Yang breathe a sigh of relief, at least proving that Li Mochou and Little Dragon Maiden were not in danger here.

"Chu Yang is here to thank the Ming Cult for their great kindness on behalf of my two friends."

Chu Yang bowed to Yang Xiao in thanks, then stepped forward and placed his hand on Yang Xiao's shoulder.

Yang Xiao, sitting on the ground, subconsciously wanted to resist, but felt a warm current surging into his limbs and bones, and his internal injuries were recovering at an astonishing speed.

After a few breaths, Yang Xiao stood up, his blood circulation no longer hindered, and his whole body felt comfortable.

Yang Xiao looked at Chu Yang in surprise.

Chu Yang smiled and said: "Can Left Envoy Yang let me see them?"

If Chu Yang were an enemy and not a friend, there would be no need to heal his injuries. Realizing this, Yang Xiao immediately replied: "Young Hero Chu, please wait a moment, I will have my daughter bring them out."

During this time, Chu Yang successively healed the Five Wanderers and Wei Yixiao.

Clatter~~~ The sound of iron chains sliding on the ground rang out.

Yang Xiao reappeared in the main hall, followed by a group of girls.

There was his daughter Yang Buhui, and also an ugly girl with shackles on her hands and feet.

Behind them was Li Mochou, who was holding Little Dragon Maiden tightly.

Li Mochou's willow-leaf brows and star-like eyes, her white-as-frost pretty face, were occupied by several hideous scars, making people fearful.

Li Mochou was disfigured.

Chu Yang sighed in his heart.

This girl, although very reckless and having had several conflicts with him, was ultimately protecting the people around her.

Protecting the elderly Granny Sun, protecting the young Little Dragon Maiden.

As the direct disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect, Li Mochou, who was even younger than Huang Rong, carried a burden on her shoulders that was difficult for her age to bear.

Chu Yang didn't dislike her; he actually quite admired her courage.

The scars on Li Mochou's face were proof of her efforts to protect Little Dragon Maiden.

"Mr. Chu..."

Li Mochou remembered Granny Sun's dying entrustment that she must find this man, so she fought desperately with Little Dragon Maiden to escape here.

It was only because she had faintly heard Mu Nianci mention that they were going to Mongolia.

The moment she really saw Chu Yang, the psychological defense line Li Mochou had worked so hard to build collapsed.

The girl, not yet fifteen, held the even smaller girl helplessly and stood there crying loudly.

"Mr. Chu, all of this is my fault! It was I who accidentally leaked the news that the Nine Yin Manual was hidden in the Ancient Tomb, and it was I who caused Granny Sun's death."

"Granny Sun and you clearly warned me not to tell..."

As if to vent the depression hidden in her heart in one breath, Li Mochou cried very hard, unable to breathe.

Little Dragon Maiden wiped Li Mochou's tears with her hand, her childish voice making "yi ya" sounds.

Chu Yang heard her voice was a bit strange, so he stepped forward to check and found that Little Dragon Maiden's throat had been poisoned and ruined by someone.

Chu Yang's eyes gradually turned blood-red, and he asked in a deep voice: "Who did it?"

Li Mochou only said, "Many people."

Chu Yang took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, his expression changing from anger to gentleness, and said softly: "Don't worry, I can heal this small injury."

Li Mochou was stunned for a moment, then cried again, tears streaming down like a fountain.

Wei Yixiao didn't know if he was annoyed by the crying or worried about the battle outside, and said loudly with a worried face: "Young Hero Chu, please stay in the hall and reminisce with your friends. I, this old bat, will go out and take a look at the lives of the brothers outside. If I am lucky enough not to die, I will definitely repay your kindness today."

The others finally reacted, saying similar things, and followed Wei Yixiao, striding out.

Yang Xiao looked at his daughter Yang Buhui with reluctance, turned to Chu Yang, and bowed, "I hope Young Hero Chu can promise me one more thing: take my daughter Buhui away from Brightness Peak."

Yang Buhui was suddenly anxious, crying and shouting: "Dad, what are you saying?!"

"I feel uncomfortable hearing the word 'Young Hero'; I am just a teacher," Chu Yang shook his head, "Left Envoy Yang, I'm afraid I cannot help. I still have grievances with the Six Major Sects that haven't been settled."

"Mochou, come out with me. Let's settle grievances and revenge."

Chu Yang took Little Dragon Maiden from Li Mochou's arms, then took Li Mochou's hand and walked outside.

"I'm sorry, heroes of the Ming Cult, please put your grievances aside for now and wait for me to settle accounts with the Six Major Sects first."

"The Six Major Sects are numerous and powerful. I fear Young Hero Chu will suffer a great loss alone. Let us of the Ming Cult take the lead."

"No matter."

Wei Yixiao and the others wanted to persuade him again, but they didn't expect Chu Yang's figure to be like a ghost, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Dian wiped the corner of his eye and said in shock: "This light work is even more powerful than the Bat King Wei!"

The cloth bag monk Shuode touched his shiny bald head, "This Young Hero Chu is truly an inconceivable person. Not to mention anything else, just at this age, even if he started practicing from his mother's womb, it's impossible to be this strong..."

Leng Qian nodded indifferently, full of admiration in his heart.

"Let's hurry out and support Mr. Chu, so that those hypocritical righteous people don't take advantage of the situation!"

Yang Xiao chased from behind and reminded everyone.

"Mr. Chu?"

"He said he was a teacher."

"Which teacher is so powerful? And so... evil?"

"Haha, if my teacher when I was a child was as powerful as Mr. Chu, he would have been a top scholar long ago!"

"Forget it, Zhou Dian, don't make things difficult for Mr. Chu. If you were a student, Mr. Chu would have changed his profession long ago!"

Several people laughed loudly, only Zhou Dian's face was very ugly.

Yang Xiao was the first to walk out of the Ming Cult main hall, and after seeing the scene outside, he was stunned in place.

The Five Wanderers and Wei Yixiao who followed were also stunned one by one.

Brightness Peak was densely covered with people lying down. At first glance, it was no exaggeration to describe it as corpses strewn across the field.

When Yang Xiao walked closer, he found that most people had stable breathing and had just fainted.

Wei Yixiao and the Five Wanderers looked at each other. Having seen all kinds of storms and waves in their lives, this was the first time they had seen such a scene.

"Whether it's our Ming Cult members or the disciples of the Six Major Sects, they don't look like they've been poisoned. It's really a ghost..."

Zhou Dian was puzzled and almost scratched his head off.

"It should still be the work of that Mr. Chu. No wonder he dared to say he wanted to settle accounts with the Six Major Sects."

Yang Xiao sincerely admired Chu Yang's methods. Although he didn't know how the other party did it, he already felt awe in his heart.

At the same time, Chu Yang stood with Li Mochou in front of Abbess Miejue and the others.

Master Kongwen, Abbess Miejue, and the Seven Heroes of Wudang only showed surprised expressions.

While the Four Elders of Kongtong, He Taichong and Ban Shuxian of the Kunlun Sect, and Xian Yutong of the Huashan Sect showed panic.

"Which of them were involved?"

Li Mochou showed a look of resentment and pointed to the Four Elders of Kongtong, He Taichong and Ban Shuxian, and Xian Yutong in turn.

Chu Yang was a little surprised that the usually irritable Abbess Miejue didn't follow them to persecute Li Mochou and Little Dragon Maiden.

Thinking about it, the Emei mental method was derived from the Nine Yang Divine Art, which was not inferior to the Nine Yin Manual, and plus she had the Heaven-Reliant Sword in her hand, so the arrogant Abbess Miejue naturally disdained to do such petty things.

In the end, it was because her ancestors were rich.

Tang Wenliang died at Chu Yang's hands, and the Four Elders of Kongtong already had a blood feud with him. Seeing his close relationship with Li Mochou, they couldn't sit still.

The four looked at each other, and their tacit understanding over the years meant they didn't need to say anything to know each other's thoughts.

"Do it!"

Guan Neng, who had the highest martial arts, took the lead and shouted.

"Everyone, this demon's martial arts are extremely high. After he kills us, it will be your turn. Do you really want to sit and wait for death?"

The second elder, Zong Weixia, followed closely, not forgetting to incite the remaining sect leaders.

He Taichong and his wife and Xian Yutong understood that they were on the same boat as the Four Elders of Kongtong, so they attacked without hesitation.

Master Kongwen and Abbess Miejue remained still. Both were old and cunning, wanting to see Chu Yang's depth.

The Seven Heroes of Wudang, led by Song Yuanqiao, although they sneered at the behavior of the Five Elders of Kongtong, had to help because of the alliance oath.

More than a dozen top martial arts experts besieged Chu Yang alone.

Seeing this, Yang Xiao and the others couldn't help but curse the shamelessness of these righteous martial artists! They were just about to help, but suddenly saw Chu Yang strike out a few palms, and the sound of dragons roaring resounded on Brightness Peak, deafening.

The shocking palm energy turned into several golden dragons soaring in the air, rushing toward the three sect leaders with a momentum that could destroy everything.

The Four Elders of Kongtong resisted with the Seven Injuries Fist, but their bones were shattered, and all four died on the spot.

He Taichong, Ban Shuxian, and Xian Yutong drew their swords to slash the dragons, but their precious swords shattered, and their heart meridians were broken by the powerful palm force.

In just one round, the three sect leaders died at the same time.

The Four Elders of Kongtong, who were shouting to kill Chu Yang just before, had now become cold corpses.

Accompanying them were He Taichong and his wife, as well as Huashan Sect leader Xian Yutong.

Abbess Miejue, who was still hesitating whether to make a move, looked extremely ugly. If she had known this scholar was so powerful, she should have joined He Taichong and the others.

Now that seven people had been killed by him, their combat power was cut in half, and they were already at an absolute disadvantage.

The high monk Master Kongwen kept chanting Buddhist names, the prayer beads in his palms were crushed by him, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his bald head.

The surviving Seven Heroes of Wudang formed the True Martial Seven-Section Formation, but they didn't dare to act rashly.

"Who else?"

Chu Yang looked down and asked Li Mochou.

"These monks didn't make things difficult for us..."

Li Mochou replied.

"Since that's the case, except for those who made a move, I won't pursue the others."

Chu Yang shifted his gaze to Song Yuanqiao and the others.

Their bodies trembled in unison, and they all opened their eyes wide, ready to fight to the death.

"Amitabha, Sect Leader He and the others were blinded by greed and suffered this disaster; it's not others' fault. Why must the benefactor vent your anger on Hero Song and the others?"

Master Kongwen saw that Chu Yang didn't look like a barbaric person, and the monk's habit of leading people to good began to act up.

"Monk, why didn't you say this when they intervened?"

Cold light flashed in Chu Yang's eyes, and he said coldly: "Say one more word, and you won't be able to run either!"

Master Kongwen sighed deeply.

"Presumptuous! Master Kongwen is a high monk of Shaolin, how can you allow such humiliation!"

The Heaven-Reliant Sword was drawn in anger, and Brightness Peak added three points of chill. Abbess Miejue stared coldly at Chu Yang.

How could she, who was arrogant, tolerate Chu Yang speaking wildly here? She had relied on the Heaven-Reliant Sword all her life, killing gods and Buddhas, when had she ever been subservient to anyone? "Old nun, for the sake of you not making things difficult for them, I have given you enough face..."

Chu Yang's expression became colder and colder, which meant his patience was running out.

"Yellow-mouthed child, having only killed those trash of the Five Elders of Kongtong, you think you are invincible in the world?"

"Six Heroes of Wudang, Master Kongwen, if this kid is not removed today, he will definitely be a major trouble in the future!"

Abbess Miejue had murderous intent toward Chu Yang, so she incited Song Yuanqiao and the others not to sit and wait for death.

"Abbess Miejue! What's the point of bullying the few with the many?! Have you lived your life in vain?"

"If you want to besiege Mr. Chu, you have to see if our Ming Cult agrees!"

"You all invaded our Brightness Peak today, don't think about leaving alive!"

Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao used light work to come to Chu Yang's side, staring at Abbess Miejue with a sneer.

The Five Wanderers arrived later, all with expressions of shared hatred.

"You scholar really colluded with the Demonic Sect! Everyone, even if we die here today, we must perish together with them!"

Abbess Miejue roared indignantly.

Master Kongwen showed compassion, with a tragic sense of sacrificing himself to feed the demon, and Song Yuanqiao and the others were even more prepared to die heroically.

Chu Yang glanced at Wei Yixiao with disgust. He was the one shouting the loudest, making others think he was in the same group as the Ming Cult.

Sensing Chu Yang's gaze, Wei Yixiao immediately laughed: "I am worried about Mr. Chu's safety, I hope Mr. Chu won't blame me."

"Do it!" Abbess Miejue channeled the Emei Nine Yang Art, and the thick internal energy condensed on the Heaven-Reliant Sword, and the sword body suddenly erupted with astonishing sword energy.

She slashed forward, and the sharp sword energy turned into silver light, slashing toward Chu Yang with the momentum of thunder.

Who in the world didn't know the power of the Heaven-Reliant Sword? No one had ever dared to take it head-on!

Even Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao subconsciously avoided the edge of the Heaven-Reliant Sword.

Only Chu Yang didn't retreat but advanced, slapping with one palm like a thunderclap, shaking ripples in the void, directly shattering the sword light.

"What a fierce palm force!"

The invincible Heaven-Reliant Sword finally suffered a setback. Feeling the terrifying momentum on Chu Yang, Abbess Miejue felt a chill in her heart.

"Those famous sect disciples who claim to be literary and elegant are all sword-wielders, but this Mr. Chu, who is really a scholar, has such strong external martial arts, which is really interesting..."

Wei Yixiao whispered in Yang Xiao's ear, and the Five Wanderers nodded behind him, revealing knowing smiles.

Knowing there was no way out, Song Yuanqiao and the others, after Abbess Miejue made her move, immediately set up the True Martial Seven-Section Formation and surrounded Chu Yang in an orderly manner.

Chu Yang smiled slightly, and the Rinnegan emerged quietly.

The Seven Injuries Fist of the Five Elders of Kongtong, the Kunlun Sect sword technique of He Taichong, and the Huashan Sect sword technique of Xian Yutong were all beneath Chu Yang's notice.

However, the Nine Yang Art, which Zhang Sanfeng and Guo Xiang each obtained one part of, was quite good.

The Wudang Nine Yang Art and the Emei Nine Yang Art combined might not complete the full Nine Yang Divine Art, but at least more than half of it was there.

If he used the general outline of the Nine Yin Manual to deduce it, maybe he could complete the missing parts.

If that didn't work, he would just catch that kid Zhang Wuji when he showed up and beat him up.

"The Wudang Sect's True Martial Seven-Section Formation is indeed well-deserved. Mr. Chu is actually trapped by them..."

Zhou Dian watched Chu Yang moving around in the formation, full of admiration.

"Zhang Sanfeng is indeed a heavenly figure, to be able to create such a peerless formation as the True Martial Seven-Section Formation!"

Yang Xiao felt sincere admiration.

"Stop praising. That old nun and old monk are going to join forces to bully Mr. Chu. Are we going to do it or not?"

Wei Yixiao was jumping up and down anxiously.

"I say, you old bat, your brain is really not clear. Didn't you see Mr. Chu's attitude just now?"

"Does he care about your help? Stay honestly and watch from the side, don't annoy Mr. Chu."

The "Cloth Bag Monk" Shuode and "Peng Monk" Peng Yingyu ridiculed Wei Yixiao at the same time.

After Chu Yang was trapped in the True Martial Seven-Section Formation, Kongwen and Miejue joined the battlefield at the same time, acting as support for Song Yuanqiao and the others.

Chu Yang was busy having fun.

The Shaolin Sect where Kongwen was located had obtained eleven of the seventy-two supreme skills of the orthodox Shaolin Temple, which was worth Chu Yang's observation.

There were Shaolin Temples in three different dynasties: Northern Song, Southern Song, and Ming, with the Northern Song Shaolin Temple being the orthodox one, while the Ming Shaolin Sect was like a branch temple.

On the surface, they were of the same branch, but secretly they competed with each other.

Everyone wanted to become the "orthodox sect of the world."

During the siege of Chu Yang, Yin Liting of the Seven Heroes of Wudang kept his eyes on Yang Xiao.

His fiancée, Ji Xiaofu, was abducted by this demon, and there had been no news of her for many years.

For a time, the past surfaced before his eyes. Yin Liting fell into a state of madness again, broke away from the True Martial Seven-Section Formation, and attacked Yang Xiao, who was watching from the side.

"Demon! Take your dog life!"

"Sixth Brother, don't be reckless, return to the formation quickly!"

"Liting! Calm down!"

The other five were caught off guard by Yin Liting's unauthorized departure from the battle, and were shocked and angry.

This True Martial Seven-Section Formation was already greatly reduced in power because of the lack of Zhang Cuishan, and now that Yin Liting was missing, it was even more incomplete, and its power was reduced by another three points.

Song Yuanqiao was anxious and kept calling Yin Liting to return to the formation, but the other party wouldn't listen and fought with Yang Xiao.

Yin Liting's sword technique was not bad, but without the blessing of the True Martial Seven-Section Formation, he was no match for Yang Xiao, who used the first layer of the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth to contain him in place.

Neither killing nor releasing.

It wasn't that Yang Xiao deliberately humiliated Yin Liting, but that Yang Xiao was afraid that his unauthorized move would disrupt the battle situation and offend Chu Yang.

"Dog thief, I must avenge Xiaofu today!"

Yin Liting was like a madman, his sword strikes completely without rules, just slashing randomly.

"Yin Liting of the Wudang Sect..."

A look of realization flashed in Yang Xiao's eyes.

He finally remembered the identity of the man before him, and a trace of guilt rose in his heart.

It was both for Ji Xiaofu and for Yin Liting.

Yang Xiao acted unrestrainedly, but only in this matter did he feel that he had harmed both of them.

If Ji Xiaofu hadn't met him back then, she would probably have married Yin Liting by now and lived a comfortable life. How could she have died young?

Once the distracting thoughts arose, Yang Xiao's movements slowed down, and he was caught by the red-eyed Yin Liting, who stabbed him in the heart.

Feeling the pain, Yang Xiao subconsciously grabbed the sword body, broke it with effort, and then kicked Yin Liting away.

"Dad!"

Yang Buhui rushed to Yang Xiao's side, anxiously checking his injuries.

Yin Liting, who fell to the ground, looked up, his hideous face suddenly froze because he saw a face very similar to Ji Xiaofu's.

Instantly infatuated.

In just this short while, Chu Yang had recorded the cultivation routes of the Wudang Nine Yang Art and the Emei Nine Yang Art in his mind.

He also learned a finger technique and a grappling hand technique from Kongwen.

Because they were worried about Yin Liting, the True Martial Seven-Section Formation hosted by Song Yuanqiao and the others gradually became chaotic. Seeing this, Chu Yang was too lazy to act anymore and took the opportunity to break the formation.

Chu Yang covered his hands with Armament Haki, grabbed the long swords of Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou, broke them, and threw them at Zhang Songxi and Mo Shenggu behind them.

Whoosh whoosh.

The broken swords pierced directly through their right shoulders.

Zhang Songxi and Mo Shenggu, whose muscles and bones were injured, couldn't hold their swords and retreated with a groan.

Yu Daiyan, who had already circled behind Chu Yang, stabbed at Chu Yang's back, but before it went deep, he felt blocked by an invisible energy.

Almighty Push.

The terrifying repulsive force set off an air wave, knocking Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, and Yu Daiyan, who were beside Chu Yang, away.

The three spat blood in the air, their meridians damaged.

After breaking the formation, Chu Yang strode toward Miejue and Kongwen.

Every step he took, the ground trembled slightly.

With the momentum of a dragon and a tiger, it had the power of Mount Tai pressing down.

Miejue's eyelids jumped, and she gritted her teeth and waved the Heaven-Reliant Sword, but every sword energy was beaten away by Chu Yang's fists.

Barbaric to the point of being unreasonable!

Having wandered the world for decades, she had never met such a freak!

Miejue wanted to retreat, but so many Emei disciples were lying on the ground in a coma.

"Amitabha, it is destined for this old monk to suffer this calamity today."

Thinking that Chu Yang had let him go several times, Kongwen's intestines were almost green with regret.

In the blink of an eye, the distance between Chu Yang and Miejue was only a few steps. Miejue channeled her last internal energy for a full-force strike.

The Heaven-Reliant Sword was grabbed by Chu Yang as soon as it was stabbed out.

The true energy vibrated violently.

With a crack.

The Heaven-Reliant Sword developed cracks.

"No!"

If the sect's divine weapon were damaged, Miejue would become a sinner of the Emei Sect for all eternity. She frantically wanted to pull the Heaven-Reliant Sword back.

The Heaven-Reliant Sword was held in Chu Yang's hand, motionless, and the cracks spread slowly like a spider web.

Kongwen made a move, using the Weituo Palm to strike at Chu Yang, wanting to help Miejue regain the Heaven-Reliant Sword.

And Chu Yang used the Moha Finger he learned from Kongwen to directly cut off the meridians of Kongwen's right arm, crippling one of his arms.

"Moha Finger? How do you know my Shaolin supreme skill?"

Kongwen held his crippled arm in pain and retreated in shock.

Seeing this, Miejue was in a panic. Chu Yang took the opportunity to crush the Heaven-Reliant Sword and slapped Miejue's right shoulder.

The terrifying palm force shattered all the bones in her arm! Like Kongwen, Miejue was crippled in one arm and became disabled.

If it weren't for the fact that they hadn't bullied Li Mochou and Little Dragon Maiden, Chu Yang would have killed them long ago, so there would be no need for such trouble.

"The two of you are finally quiet. I won't make things difficult for you. After your disciples wake up, take them and leave."

Kongwen lowered his head, as if relieved. No matter what, his disciples finally had a glimmer of life.

Miejue stared blankly at the fragments of the Heaven-Reliant Sword. The sword was broken, and her Dao heart was broken with it.

Chu Yang turned and left, with Li Mochou holding Little Dragon Maiden following behind him.

"Ah, by the way, please pass a message to Zhang Zhenren of Wudang Mountain, asking him to come to Brightness Peak in person to take away these unworthy descendants of his."

Miejue was shocked! This person wasn't satisfied after winning against them and actually wanted to challenge Zhang Sanfeng?! "Kid, don't think that just because you won against us, you are invincible in the world. Zhang Zhenren is not a mortal like us, and is worlds apart from us ordinary martial artists. If you want to mess with him, the outcome might not be good."

Chu Yang sneered: "Old nun, think about it first: if the Emei Sect didn't have your protection, what would happen to those delicate and handsome little girls in the sect?"

Miejue immediately closed her mouth honestly and said no more.

That evening, Miejue and Kongwen took a large group of disciples and left Brightness Peak in a dejected manner. As for the disciples of other sects who had lost their leaders, they also received warnings from the two and retreated quickly.

Only the disciples of Wudang Mountain camped at the foot of the mountain, unwilling to leave, silently waiting for their ancestor Zhang Sanfeng to come and settle the score for them.

The Six Heroes of Wudang were not thrown into prison but were found a few clean and tidy rooms to stay in.

Chu Yang never intended to make things difficult for them from the beginning; everything was just an excuse to lure Zhang Sanfeng out of seclusion.

Otherwise, given Zhang Sanfeng's character, even if Chu Yang went to Wudang Mountain to make trouble, he might not come out to see Chu Yang.

Unless Chu Yang went on a killing spree on Wudang Mountain.

But this touched Chu Yang's bottom line as a person.

Therefore, this was the best situation.

Huang Rong arrived at Brightness Peak the next morning to meet with Chu Yang. Seeing Li Mochou and Little Dragon Maiden, she cried until she was out of breath.

Especially the fact that Little Dragon Maiden, this cute little baby, had her throat poisoned, made Huang Rong feel heartbroken to the extreme.

But fortunately, Chu Yang could heal their external injuries.

For the next half month, Ming Cult high-level officials like Yang Xiao served Chu Yang, and their courtesy was slightly beyond the scope of a benefactor.

Chu Yang knew what they were planning and clearly told this group of people that he would not succeed as the Ming Cult leader.

The Ming Cult was ambitious and had the intention of vying for the Central Plains. Rather than being with them, it was better to return to the small city private school and play mind games with those bear children.

But Yang Xiao and the others clearly wouldn't give up easily and still stuck to Chu Yang's side.

Until... Zhang Sanfeng's arrival! As the rumors of the Six Major Sects' crushing defeat at Brightness Peak intensified, the entire Ming Empire martial arts world fell into turmoil.

The Kongtong Sect and Kunlun Sect, which had lost their leaders, fell into long-term factional struggles because they hadn't arranged for specific successors.

The situation of the Huashan Sect was better. After Xian Yutong died, Yue Buqun, the representative of the Qi Sect, as the most qualified management level, logically took over the position of sect leader.

After the righteous sects suffered a major blow, the Sun-Moon Holy Cult, which was called the Demonic Sect along with the Ming Cult, began to stir.

The doctrinal dispute between the two major demonic sects kept the Ming Cult and the Sun-Moon Holy Cult in a state of long-term fighting, and the Ming Cult, which had lost its leader Yang Dingtian, was at an absolute disadvantage. If it weren't for its remote location, the Ming Cult might not have lasted until now.

The fighting between the two sects had also been the main reason for the strength of the righteous forces in the Ming Empire martial arts world.

But the incident of the Six Major Sects besieging Brightness Peak made the Sun-Moon Holy Cult vigilant.

When did the Ming Cult become so powerful?

Facing the Ming Cult, which was in the limelight, should they avoid its edge?

The Six Major Sects could besiege Brightness Peak today, and they could attack Black Wood Cliff tomorrow! Thinking of this, the Sun-Moon Holy Cult, while reducing friction with the Ming Cult, gradually shifted its focus and set its sights on righteous people who were a threat to themselves.

The first to bear the brunt were the Five Mountain Sword Sects adjacent to the Sun-Moon Holy Cult.

Sun-Moon Holy Cult leader Ren Woxing and Vice Leader Dongfang Bubai came out of the mountain together, pointing their spears at the Five Mountain Sword Sects, and the huge pressure forced the Five Mountain Sword Sects to form an alliance.

Even so, the Sun-Moon Holy Cult still swept through the allied forces of the Five Mountain Sword Sects with an invincible momentum.

Martial arts forces like the Qingcheng Sect and the Golden Blade Sect were not spared.

More and more righteous sects fell, causing the people to live in misery, which indirectly affected the imperial court, and Mongolia sent troops to invade the border of the Ming Empire.

In times of crisis, Zhang Zhenren of the Wudang Sect broke out of seclusion and went to Black Wood Cliff alone.

In just one day, the Sun-Moon Holy Cult quickly gathered its forces, guarded Black Wood Cliff, and closed its doors.

It is rumored that Zhang Zhenren realized a peerless martial art during this seclusion, fought two against one, and seriously injured Ren Woxing and Dongfang Bubai.

The Five Mountain Sword Sects cheered.

Whether it was the righteous martial arts world or the common people, they all worshipped Zhang Sanfeng as a god.

Amidst the shouts of "Old Immortal," Zhang Sanfeng's footsteps did not stop. The safety of the world was important, but the lives of his few disciples were also important! ……

Brightness Peak.

The Six Heroes of Wudang were arranged clearly by the Ming Cult and were not treated inhumanely. They lived in ordinary guest rooms. In the end, these people still had chivalry and were worthy of respect.

It was just that the sixth, Yin Liting, didn't appreciate it much. Although he already knew Yang Buhui's background and knew that Ji Xiaofu died at the hands of Miejue, he still felt uncomfortable when he saw Yang Xiao.

Yang Buhui was a bit interested in this former fiancé of her mother, but currently, Chu Yang was more important than Yin Liting.

On one hand, the intentions of Yang Xiao and the others were too obvious, making Chu Yang gradually impatient, so he had to let the little girl act as a mouthpiece.

On the other hand, Yang Buhui was amazed by Chu Yang's demeanor of fighting the Six Major Sects alone, and ripples still stirred in her heart.

Huang Rong, who had had a previous lesson, keenly sensed Yang Buhui's little thoughts. This time, she would take precautions and guard against her strictly, not letting Yang Buhui cross the line.

During the time the two little girls were fighting, Chu Yang went to play chess with Song Yuanqiao and the others every day, and his room was next to the Six Heroes of Wudang.

To put it nicely, they were neighbors; to put it bluntly, it was actually surveillance.

Before Zhang Sanfeng arrived, Chu Yang would not let these people escape from Brightness Peak.

Through a period of getting along, Song Yuanqiao discovered that Chu Yang's personality was not as tyrannical as he had imagined, but rather quite easygoing, just like a young man next door.

This made Song Yuanqiao curious about Chu Yang.

His martial arts strength was the best he had ever seen, and it was no surprise that he was at the same level as his master Zhang Zhenren, but his master was already over a hundred years old, while the scholar before him looked less than thirty.

"Mr. Chu kept us here, not because he was angry that we helped Sect Leader He Taichong and the others at that time, but for the sake of my master, right?"

Song Yuanqiao held a black chess piece and asked softly after placing it.

Chu Yang placed a white chess piece and nodded.

Song Yuanqiao sat upright and asked sincerely: "Can Mr. Chu clear up my confusion?"

Chu Yang smiled and said: "Zhang Zhenren has been in seclusion for many years and won't come out rashly because of a word from me. I don't want to make things difficult for the Wudang Sect for this. If I didn't use this method, I'm afraid it would be difficult to see him, let alone spar."

Song Yuanqiao was a bit hard to understand and looked at Chu Yang in disbelief, "I observe Mr. Chu's character, he doesn't look like a martial arts fanatic. Why go to such great lengths to spar with my master? With Mr. Chu's ability, I'm afraid he doesn't need to use this to gain fame."

Chu Yang suddenly remembered the battle with the young Esoteric monk in Mongolia, was slightly distracted, and said softly: "To ask about the Dao."

Song Yuanqiao's body trembled.

Asking about the Dao...

He remembered a sigh from his master before going into seclusion.

"The strength of a martial artist lies in his flesh and blood, but human power has its limits, and the path of martial arts ultimately has a limit. Now that I am old and frail, I have gained new insights and intend to find another way. If I can succeed, it will be a new martial Dao, climbing to the peak from the beginning."

Song Yuanqiao sighed long and hard, "Perhaps for my master, this is also a good thing..."

After speaking, Song Yuanqiao cupped his fists and said: "May I ask, sir, when you discuss martial arts with my master, will it be a point-to-point stop?"

Chu Yang knew he was worried and shook his head helplessly: "Fists and feet have no eyes."

Song Yuanqiao's expression dimmed, and he said no more.

Knock knock knock~~~ A knock sounded outside the door. Chu Yang responded, and then Li Mochou walked in. The scars on her face were much lighter than before, and it would take some time for them to fully recover.

Song Yuanqiao and the others were also used to it, as if as long as it had something to do with Mr. Chu, it was normal no matter how magical it was.

"Mr. Chu, a kind-looking old Taoist priest has come outside. Left Envoy Yang and the others are dealing with him, so I came to invite you."

Li Mochou glanced at Song Yuanqiao, who was full of surprise.

"It's Master!"

Song Yuanqiao stood up abruptly.

"I have admired Zhang Zhenren for a long time and can finally meet him. Hero Song, you can take your junior brothers and leave."

Chu Yang walked out of the room full of anticipation.

Song Yuanqiao followed closely, still finding it hard to believe that Chu Yang really let them go just like that, and hadn't made things difficult for them at all for the past half month.

Yu Lianzhou and Yu Daiyan and the others also heard the news, walked out of the room one by one, and happened to see Chu Yang and Song Yuanqiao, following directly behind the two to the Ming Cult main hall.

Inside the main hall.

A group of Wudang disciples who had been at the foot of the mountain for half a month were glaring angrily at Yang Xiao and the other Ming Cult members.

And directly in front of them stood an old man with a tall stature, silver hair and beard, wearing a green Taoist robe.

As soon as Chu Yang stepped into the main hall, their gazes met.

(End of this chapter) ===== CHAPTER 108 =====