Chapter 108: Speaking of a True Person in front of a True Person, the Temple is Too Small to Hold a Big Buddha [10,000-Character Requ

"Master!!!"

Mo Shenggu, the youngest of the Six Heroes of Wudang, was the first to shout.

Others showed excitement.

However, when they saw the relief in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, the guilt in their hearts hit them like a tide.

"Master, the disciple has disgraced you!"

Song Yuanqiao lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong.

"Hahaha, as long as you are alive, not like Cuishan, making the white-haired send off the black-haired, that is the best thing. As for disgrace or not, it doesn't matter at all."

Seeing that they were all ruddy and didn't look injured, Zhang Sanfeng's expression relaxed a lot, and he cupped his fists to Chu Yang: "Many thanks to the Daoist friend for showing mercy!"

Chu Yang cupped his fists and smiled: "I have admired Zhang Zhenren for a long time, and can finally meet him today."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head: "How dare I call myself a True Person in front of a True Person..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Even the Demonic Cult leader Ren Woxing plus Dongfang Bubai had been cleaned up by the old man! He actually called the scholar opposite him a "True Person"! Doesn't that mean...

This scholar is even more powerful than Zhang Sanfeng, who is almost the number one martial artist in the world! The Wudang disciples, who were very arrogant just now, were terrified one by one.

Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao looked at each other, their faces full of surprise. From this moment on, they made up their minds to let Chu Yang become the Ming Cult leader.

"Zhang Zhenren is truly powerful..."

Chu Yang sighed. Zhang Sanfeng was the only one who could perceive his depth without fighting him, definitely a cultivator.

"This Mr. Chu, the old Daoist has already come, can you release my few disciples."

This title "Mr. Chu," because of the transmission of Miejue and Kongwen, was known to everyone in the Ming Empire, but they didn't know Chu Yang's real name.

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Sanfeng's gaze was solemn, his fists hidden in his huge Taoist robe, ready to make a move at any time.

In his eyes, although Chu Yang had a harmless image, since he was involved with the Demonic Cult, he should be a difficult character.

If the other party made a request he couldn't accept, he would have to see the truth in his hands.

But Zhang Sanfeng didn't expect that Chu Yang just nodded, and Song Yuanqiao and the others walked to his side without any obstruction.

The process of handing over hostages was so smooth that Zhang Sanfeng was confused and full of doubts.

Song Yuanqiao whispered the ins and outs of the matter in Zhang Sanfeng's ear, and a sudden realization appeared on his face.

Zhang Sanfeng sighed after hearing it, and sighed: "During the old Daoist's seclusion, I didn't expect so many things to happen in the martial arts world. Mr. Chu has old ties with the Ancient Tomb Sect disciples. He Taichong and others harmed the innocent for the sake of martial arts, and they deserved to die. It can be considered Mr. Chu acting on behalf of heaven!"

Speaking of this, Zhang Sanfeng bowed to Li Mochou and performed a salute, "This girl, the Wudang Sect should have had a chivalrous heart to save you from fire and water, but the disciples under my sect sat idly by in order for the Six Major Sects to successfully eradicate the Ming Cult. It is the old Daoist's failure to teach his disciples!"

Tears welled up in Li Mochou's eyes. This was the first time she had heard someone apologize for her encounter.

In fact, long before the Wudang Sect joined the crusade against the Ming Cult, Li Mochou had experienced severe interrogation methods, and all the pain was already a foregone conclusion, which had little to do with them.

Feeling guilty, Mo Shenggu felt a bit embarrassed and explained in a low voice: "Master, at that time we were considering the overall situation!"

Zhang Sanfeng glared at him, his hair and beard standing up, his voice like rolling thunder, "Overall situation? What is the overall situation? The lives of the common people are the overall situation. Can you sacrifice one person's life for the sake of the common people? Did you ask that person if they agreed?"

Mo Shenggu was suddenly silent like a cicada in winter.

Zhang Sanfeng's roar was deafening, and even the Ming Cult members couldn't help but be secretly convinced by his demeanor.

"Zhang Sanfeng is worthy of being Zhang Sanfeng, worlds apart from those hypocritical guys who call themselves righteous sects."

"Like father like son, the Eagle King's daughter likes Wudang's Zhang Wuxia. Now it seems like a good marriage."

"If we talk about it this way, our Ming Cult is still the in-law of the Wudang Sect."

"Stop talking nonsense, how many years has it been since the Eagle King left?"

"What does that matter? At worst, I'll put aside my face and invite the Eagle King back in a few days..."

Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, and the Five Wanderers whispered in the corner.

After Zhang Sanfeng apologized to Li Mochou with the Wudang Sect, he looked at Chu Yang and smiled dashingly: "Mr. Chu has gone to such great lengths just to discuss the Dao with the old Daoist. Since that's the case, the old Daoist can only accompany you. What do you think?"

Chu Yang took a step forward, his figure like a dream or illusion, and the next second, he appeared outside the main hall.

Zhang Sanfeng's pupils shrank, and he praised: "What a handsome movement."

After speaking, he was like a white crane spreading its wings, lifting and jumping, as if stepping on flowing clouds, flying outside the hall.

Most people were still confused, and Yang Xiao, who was the first to react, rushed out.

"A duel between two major experts, how can such a grand occasion be without this old bat!"

Wei Yixiao, who had the strongest light work, came back to his senses and followed, surpassing Yang Xiao in the blink of an eye.

Now everyone understood the meaning of "discussing the Dao" and rushed outside, leaving only Huang Rong, Li Mochou, and a few girls in place.

Yang Buhui asked curiously: "Aren't you following out to take a look?"

Huang Rong rolled her eyes, "I'm tired of watching it every day, I have no interest in joining the fun."

And Li Mochou, ever since the Ancient Tomb Sect was destroyed, had developed a resistance to so-called supreme martial arts, let alone watching, she didn't even want to hear about it.

She silently guarded Little Dragon Maiden, her eyes full of guilt.

Huang Rong shook her head; this kind of psychological trauma would take a long time to heal.

Yang Buhui saw that they really didn't intend to go out, so she called her maid Xiao Zhao and ran outside the hall.

Xiao Zhao looked back at Li Mochou. The shackles on her body were removed because of Li Mochou's intercession. She really wanted to stay and comfort the other party, but she couldn't disobey Yang Buhui.

On Brightness Peak, Chu Yang and Zhang Sanfeng fought extremely fast. Except for a few people including Yang Xiao, others could only see their afterimages.

Zhang Sanfeng knew that ordinary martial arts were of little significance to Chu Yang, and he didn't want to waste this opportunity to discuss the Dao, so he took out his best skills directly.

An indescribable aura emanated from Zhang Sanfeng, and his moves became extremely bizarre.

Yin and Yang converged, hardness and softness combined.

Chu Yang held his breath, the blood-red tomoe in his Rinnegan spinning wildly, firmly engraving every move of Zhang Sanfeng into his brain.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Chu Yang trance-like saw a huge Taiji formation appear under Zhang Sanfeng's feet.

Black with white, white with black.

And he and Zhang Sanfeng stood at the black and white points respectively.

Rotating slowly...

The world seemed to tilt and overturn in an instant!

"Sure enough!"

Feeling himself dragged into another space, Chu Yang could be certain that Zhang Sanfeng had already entered the Dao through martial arts and reached the level of martial arts divinity.

Taiji Fist was no longer a top-tier martial art, but a martial arts supernatural power.

"A true Earthly Immortal."

Chu Yang sighed with admiration. Zhang Sanfeng was likely the strongest person he had encountered in this world.

At this time, using the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to fight was a bit disrespectful to Zhang Sanfeng, the grandmaster.

Chu Yang gripped his hands, grass and trees grew in his palms, slowly condensing into two wooden swords.

Zhang Sanfeng, who was performing Taiji Fist, had his eyes light up, "Art and magic? The old Daoist thought the talk of art and magic was just a rumor, but I didn't expect to witness it with my own eyes..."

After saying that, black and white energy flowed on Zhang Sanfeng's palms, his arms hugged his chest, and his wrists turned, forming a "ball-holding shape."

This was the classic fist stance of Taiji Fist—Qiankun Ball-Holding.

It's just that there was really a black and white ball formed by energy in Zhang Sanfeng's arms, and he pushed forward suddenly, and the black and white ball smashed toward Chu Yang.

The double swords in Chu Yang's hands overflowed with the brilliance of the sun and moon. As he swung the swords, a large piece of brilliant light bloomed and collided with the black and white ball.

At the same time, the Taiji formation under their feet was also spinning wildly.

The crowd watching outside the formation stretched their heads and looked anxiously. Since the Taiji formation appeared, they could no longer see the two inside, as if some kind of trick had blocked their naked eyes.

A thought rose in everyone's hearts involuntarily.

This... is this really something a mortal can do?

"Zhang Zhenren's methods have long transcended the scope of martial arts; calling him a living god is not an exaggeration!"

The unruly Yang Xiao was both envious and jealous, and there was a trace of unwillingness.

He was also a proud son of heaven, but it was difficult for him to see his back.

And others besides Yang Xiao didn't have so many sighs; there was only shock in their hearts because the gap was so large that no other emotions could be born.

"Mr. Chu won't lose, right?"

A worried look flashed across Yang Buhui's face.

"Nonsense!" Huang Rong glared at her unhappily, "Little Chu even killed a Buddha in Mongolia, what is that old man!"

The terrifying scene of the Buddha-Demon battle still lingered in Huang Rong's mind and wouldn't go away.

In her view, no matter how strong Zhang Sanfeng was, he was just flesh and blood!

However, Huang Rong's unintentional words made the Wudang disciples sneer.

"Even killed a Buddha, hahaha, why don't you say he killed Guanyin Bodhisattva and Tathagata Buddha?"

"It's understandable to have daydreams at this age, but it's ridiculous to take delusions as reality, little girl."

"Blow the cow a little bigger! Why don't you say he is the Demon Lord descending to the world?!"

"Hahahaha, just an ordinary person, ridiculous!"

The laughter grew louder, plus the white eyes of the Wudang disciples, made Huang Rong's face turn iron blue.

Zhang Sanfeng's strength seemed to give them back their confidence, allowing them to mock others unscrupulously! "All of you shut up!"

Song Yuanqiao glared, his sharp gaze sweeping over the Wudang disciples who were mocking Huang Rong. They were shocked and immediately lowered their heads, trembling and saying no more.

"Our Wudang Sect's style really needs to be cleaned up!" Yu Daiyan looked at this group of disciples and sneered: "You mock this Mr. Chu with words, have you ever thought that he imprisoned the six of us without any effort?"

"Why? In your eyes, the six of us are also ordinary people? Or even worse than ordinary people?"

The Wudang disciples were panicked and knelt on the ground, saying in horror: "The disciple doesn't dare!"

Mo Shenggu came out to smooth things over, comforting the anger of several senior brothers, and the atmosphere improved.

"Miss Huang, the disciples are reckless, I hope you don't take it to heart." Song Yuanqiao apologized.

Huang Rong didn't appreciate it, bypassed Song Yuanqiao, and stared at the young disciples of the Wudang Sect, "Don't say I didn't remind you, open your dog eyes and watch carefully later!"

Some disciples were unconvinced and intended to refute, but were glared back by Song Yuanqiao's severe eyes.

"Miss Huang, let's not be the same as them. I believe Mr. Chu is someone who has killed a Buddha!"

Yang Buhui firmly expressed that she stood with Huang Rong.

Huang Rong moved a few steps away without a trace, as if to say we are not very familiar.

Yang Buhui: "???"

Just as the two were secretly competing, the range of the Taiji formation covering Chu Yang and Zhang Sanfeng expanded suddenly and spread outward rapidly.

"Everyone retreat!"

Yin Liting, who was closest to the Taiji formation, reminded everyone to leave while retreating. As he passed Yang Buhui, he subconsciously took her hand, wanting to take her away from the dangerous place.

Yang Buhui: "???"

She was suddenly anxious and shouted at Yang Xiao: "Dad! This pervert is molesting me!"

Yang Xiao turned his head, his eyelids jumped.

Yin Liting was silent for a moment, looked up at Yang Xiao, his eyes sincere, "Let me explain..."

Unfortunately, the Taiji formation didn't give him a chance, and in the blink of an eye, it extended to the feet of the two.

Seeing this, Yang Xiao immediately used the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth to suck the two to his side.

Although he only learned a little bit, it was enough to do this.

The next moment.

The Taiji formation suddenly stopped rotating and kept vibrating, the Yin-Yang fish getting bigger and smaller, as if something was crashing inside.

Faint energy leaked out, but it was as heavy as a giant rock pressing on everyone's hearts, making it impossible to breathe.

Even the sky above Brightness Peak was covered by dark clouds at some point, blocking the sunlight.

A feeling of "the mountain rain is coming and the wind is filling the building" was vividly displayed.

The Wudang disciples stared at the blurry interior of the Taiji formation, and suddenly had a premonition that a demon god was about to be born!

Rumble! A thunderbolt flashed, and Brightness Peak suddenly rained heavily.

The Taiji formation seemed to reach its limit and was forcibly propped open by something unknown. After a violent vibration, it suddenly disappeared.

Appearing before everyone was a demon man with wings on his back and three heads and six arms, standing dozens of feet tall! "Monster! He is really a monster!"

"Monster!!!!"

"Taishang Laojun, True Martial Emperor, all gods, please manifest quickly and save us!"

Many Wudang disciples fainted on the spot due to the impact.

Others wet their pants, and only a very few could remain rational.

The Six Heroes of Wudang looked at Huang Rong in horror. They also thought this girl was bragging before, but now that this dozens-of-feet-tall demon was standing right in front of them, killing gods and immortals was indeed within his power! "Since even the Buddha can be killed, then Master, could it be that?!"

Mo Shenggu was frightened out of his wits and kept muttering to himself.

Yang Xiao felt his heart beating fast, and his legs were a bit soft. Beside him, Wei Yixiao's bitter smile came faintly.

"Left Envoy Yang, our Ming Cult's temple is too small, it seems it can't hold this big Buddha, Mr. Chu!"

Actually, the moment the Taiji formation was broken, Zhang Sanfeng had already lost, but looking at Chu Yang, who was like a god and demon, a sense of heroism suddenly arose in his heart.

Wanting to compete with the heavens! The strong wind and rain were like whips lashing at Zhang Sanfeng, but he seemed to have no feeling, laughing happily in the rain curtain.

He unfolded the Taiji starting stance again, his left hand holding the wind, his right hand holding the rain, and the wind and rain turned into Taiji Yin-Yang fish in his hands.

Chu Yang looked down at Zhang Sanfeng on the ground, revealing an admiring look.

As expected of Zhang Sanfeng, his demeanor was peerless, and he was actually able to break through in the middle of the battle, raising the Taiji fist intent to another level.

The tall demon god also reached out to grasp the wind and rain, turning them into a spear and throwing it out.

The spear and the Taiji Yin-Yang fish collided, the terrifying shockwave washed over the surroundings, and the wind, rain, and dark clouds disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Zhang Sanfeng could not escape and was blown away by this shockwave.

Thus.

The two sides discussed martial arts and the Dao, ending with Zhang Sanfeng's defeat.

The demon god dissipated.

Chu Yang landed slowly in the human world.

Everyone looked at this scholar infatuatedly, and no longer had any thoughts of blasphemy in their hearts, especially the Wudang disciples, whose eyes looking at Chu Yang were as if looking at a god.

After a while.

Zhang Sanfeng took the Wudang disciples and prepared to leave Brightness Peak.

"Being able to discuss the Dao with the Daoist friend today is the old Daoist's luck. I didn't expect that at this age, I could climb the peak again."

Zhang Sanfeng laughed, his eyes shining brightly.

"I have also gained a lot of insights."

Chu Yang was also full of joy. The charm of the "Dao" regarding Taiji Fist was firmly grasped by him, and now he only needed to calm down and realize it.

"I hope we can meet again if we have the chance, Mr. Chu."

Zhang Sanfeng bowed and then took Song Yuanqiao and a group of Wudang disciples down the mountain.

"The matter here is over, we should go too."

Chu Yang asked Huang Rong and Li Mochou to pull the carriage out and bid farewell to the Ming Cult members.

"I know that the Ming Cult leader is not worthy of an immortal figure like Mr. Chu, and we don't dare to have such expectations, but as the saying goes, a drop of water should be repaid with a gushing spring. After all, you saved the lives of so many of us in the Ming Cult..."

Yang Xiao looked hesitant, "If Mr. Chu has any instructions, the Ming Cult members will go through fire and water without hesitation. I hope you won't dislike it."

Chu Yang pondered for a moment and nodded, considering it as accepting this incense favor.

Wei Yixiao and the others were overjoyed.

"After this incident, the Ming Cult's reputation in the martial arts world will soar, and there will definitely be many unknown people who want to join. I hope you can keep yourself clean, don't recruit scumbags indiscriminately, and do evil things!"

"In the future, always take the end of He Taichong and the others as a warning."

Before leaving, Chu Yang left a few warnings, which made Yang Xiao and the others feel a chill in their hearts. The meaning was very clear: whether the Ming Cult is saved or destroyed is all in his thought.

After leaving Brightness Peak, Chu Yang didn't rush back to the Southern Song, but made a circle in the Ming Empire, bringing those fish that slipped through the net who had participated in the siege of the Ancient Tomb Sect to justice.

Among them were many people called heroes by the righteous sects.

While the Ming Empire martial arts world was full of blood and rain, after Zhang Sanfeng returned to Wudang Mountain, a shocking piece of news instantly swept through all the major restaurants and places where rumors gathered in the country.

"Zhang Zhenren personally admitted that he lost to that mysterious 'Mr. Chu'!"

"Even the Old Immortal Zhang lost?"

"What should we do, who else in the world is the opponent of that demon?"

"Zhang Zhenren also said that Mr. Chu is a high-level Taoist, has old ties with the Ancient Tomb Sect, and is not a member of the Demonic Cult. This move was also aimed at those who participated in the siege of the Ancient Tomb Sect."

"So that's it. I said that when the Six Major Sects went to Brightness Peak, why were the other three sects fine? Shaolin, Emei, and Wudang are all monks, and didn't participate in the fight for the Nine Yin Manual."

"But... how were Abbess Miejue and Master Kongwen's arms broken?"

"I heard that Mr. Chu had already let them go, but they still made a move, which angered Mr. Chu, and both of them had one arm broken."

"Isn't this looking for trouble? But I have to say, this Mr. Chu has quite a temper."

"Hehe, if I had such high martial arts, my temper would be bigger than his!"

"Speaking of which, fewer and fewer people have died during this period. It's been a long time since I heard the rumor of which expert was killed by Mr. Chu again."

"Hey! Not everyone went to grab that Nine Yin Manual. Those who can join the fun are experts, how can it be our turn?"

"Latest news! Latest news!" "The senior Feng Qingyang, who has been in seclusion for many years in the Huashan Sect, has come out of the mountain and had a fight with that Mr. Chu at a ferry!"

"The two of them leveled the mountains on both sides of the river!"

"After Feng Qingyang was defeated, he left a poem and drifted away."

"Like a demon lord descending from heaven, truly a god of the year in the human world!"

The noisy restaurant suddenly fell silent, and then erupted into a violent uproar!

At the same time, Zhang Sanfeng, who was lecturing to his disciples on Wudang Mountain, also heard this news.

He was dumbfounded for a long time.

He laughed.

"Demon Lord?"

"Tai Sui?"

"Deserved?"

Huang Rong drove the carriage and soon returned to the Northern Song territory.

After the upheaval of the Ancient Tomb Sect, Li Mochou became much more sensible. Although she couldn't drive, she often accompanied Huang Rong to learn, trying to master this skill.

Chu Yang faintly felt that she was afraid he would abandon her.

This was a heart demon, which Chu Yang found difficult to solve with a few words, so he could only leave it to time.

Little Dragon Maiden often slept in Chu Yang's arms, seemingly only then could she get enough sense of security, and looking at this cute little baby, Chu Yang couldn't refuse.

Having left for a month or so, the Northern Song martial arts world had also changed. Qiao Feng had disappeared, and few people mentioned him again.

Kang Min, the wife of the former Beggar Sect deputy leader Ma Dayuan, died of illness at home.

The "Zhenlong Chess Game," which attracted the attention of heroes all over the world, had just ended, making Huang Rong, who always liked to join the fun, feel very regretful.

"Keep going, there's a bigger show waiting for you."

"Where to?!"

"Tianshan, Piaomiao Peak, Lingjiu Palace."

Huang Rong turned her head and stole a glance at Li Mochou, seemingly remembering something.

The Lingjiu Palace master—Tianshan Tonglao—had also joined that fight for the Nine Yin Manual, but because of some reasons, she didn't show up in person.

The thirty-six cave masters and seventy-two island masters under her command worked for her.

Tianshan Tonglao's reason for grabbing the Nine Yin Manual was also simple: she wanted to refer to this manual, which was known as the general outline of martial arts in the world, to solve the drawbacks of her "Eternal Spring Art of Heaven and Earth." 【108-205

Tianshan Tonglao had practiced this art since she was six; it took her thirty days to undergo rejuvenation at thirty-six, sixty days at sixty-six, and ninety days at ninety-six.

The drawback was that every time she rejuvenated, she lost all her internal energy; one day of practice could restore the power of a seven-year-old, and each subsequent day restored a year's worth, plus she had to drink fresh blood at noon every day to practice.

During this period, if she encountered enemies seeking revenge, she was essentially a sitting duck with no power to fight back.

Furthermore, because she was sabotaged by Li Qiushui, Tianshan Tonglao's practice went awry, causing her body to remain permanently in the appearance of an eight or nine-year-old, which had always been a source of deep distress for her.

But for Chu Yang and Li Mochou, regardless of Tianshan Tonglao's motives or the manner in which she participated, the punishment she deserved would eventually fall upon her head.

The moon was dark and the wind was high.

At the foot of Tianshan Mountain.

The Vulture Palace had dispatched a large number of palace maids to stand in battle formation.

The masters of the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands were also leading their disciples to guard the area.

Such a massive formation would give any power in the world a headache.

And the reason this group was so jittery was simply because a carriage had entered the sphere of influence of the Vulture Palace.

It was a very ordinary carriage; other than the fine horse pulling it being quite extraordinary, no other features could be found.

What everyone feared was the man sitting on the carriage shaft.

Recently, some called him the Demon Lord, while others called him the Taisui.

But the most common form of address was still the three words, "Mr. Chu."

Over the past few months, across the martial arts circles of several countries, if one were to ask whose reputation was the most prominent, it was undoubtedly this "Mr. Chu."

He had swept through the six major sects single-handedly.

First, he defeated the Wudang master Zhang Sanfeng, then he defeated the peak sword master Feng Qingyang.

The number of famous sects he had personally dismantled was countless, and the number of renowned heroes and extraordinary people who had died at his hands was beyond counting.

Such legendary, unbelievable battle records made people turn pale at the mere mention of his name.

Wherever he went, rivers of blood flowed.

Anyone who had even the slightest connection to the destruction of the Ancient Tomb Sect was beyond redemption, even if they died a hundred times.

Unfortunately, the Vulture Palace was just such an unlucky soul.

Not only had they failed to snatch the Nine Yin Manual, but they had also provoked a terrifying star of disaster.

"Sticking your head out gets you a blade, pulling it back also gets you a blade; when will days like these ever end?"

"What are you afraid of? There are so many of us, and he is just one man; if everyone spat at him, we could drown him."

"If numbers were useful, we brothers wouldn't have been enslaved by Tianshan Tonglao for so many years..."

"Shut up! If the Vulture Palace maids hear you, we'll all die! Have you forgotten the taste of the Life-Death Talisman?"

Once these words were spoken, the cave and island masters immediately fell silent as cicadas in winter.

The pain when the Life-Death Talisman flared up was truly bone-deep.

By comparison, perhaps dying at the hands of Mr. Chu would be a relief? As the crowd let their minds wander, the clatter of horse hooves cut through the night, echoing in their ears.

Under the moonlight, a very ordinary carriage appeared and disappeared in the shadows.

The carriage moved across the mountain wilderness as if on flat ground; perhaps because the visibility was too dim, they did not notice that the carriage was actually hovering above the road.

The crowd held their breath and looked back at the representatives of the Vulture Palace, the personal maids of Tianshan Tonglao.

The four swords: Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju.

Mei Jian, dressed in red, stepped out from the crowd, looked at the scholar sitting on the carriage, and said loudly: "My mistress learned that you were passing through Tianshan, so she specifically sent us to see you off. We have prepared a small gift; it is not much, but we hope you will accept it."

The meaning was simple: I didn't get the Nine Yin Manual anyway, so sending some gifts counts as an apology, and let's call it even.

Mei Jian glanced at Wu Laoda in the crowd, signaling him to bring the prepared gifts before that "Demon Lord."

Wu Laoda immediately wore a bitter face and cursed inwardly, but he quickly put on a smiling face and respectfully carried a pile of golden treasures toward the carriage.

When he got close, Wu Laoda carefully used the moonlight to sneak a peek at the scholar before him.

He had originally thought the other party would look fierce and dangerous, but to his surprise, what met his eyes was a face with sword-like brows and star-like eyes, exuding a gentle, jade-like temperament.

He clearly looked like a gentle Confucian scholar, not at all associated with words like "Demon Lord" or "Taisui."

Wu Laoda was dazed until he felt the other party looking at him with a playful gaze; he suddenly snapped back to reality, breaking out in a cold sweat! "Mr... Mr. Chu, a small gift, I hope you won't mind." Wu Laoda's hands and feet were cold, his tongue felt tied, and his speech was intermittent.

In that pile of treasures, there were four or five night-luminescent pearls the size of fists alone; it was no exaggeration to describe them as priceless.

But Chu Yang didn't even glance at them; he reached out and knocked on the carriage, saying softly: "Little girl."

Li Mochou poked half her head out, eyed the treasures, said "I don't want them," and then pulled her head back in.

Chu Yang shrugged helplessly and laughed: "She says she doesn't want them, what should we do?"

Wu Laoda was dripping with cold sweat, grinning awkwardly: "Just accept them, you can't take a child's words seriously!"

"The problem is, I don't want them either..." Chu Yang said faintly: "Why not bring something more valuable?"

Wu Laoda swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "What is more valuable?"

Chu Yang did not answer, only showing a gentle smile as he looked at him.

Wu Laoda's face turned deathly pale, as if he had already guessed what was more valuable than the treasures...

He retreated step by step, trembling, not daring to turn his back on Chu Yang, fearing that in the next second, his head would be separated from his body.

Seeing Wu Laoda bringing the treasures back, Mei Jian frowned and said: "Wu Laoda, what are you doing?!"

"Miss Mei... that Mr. Chu wants something more valuable!"

Wu Laoda replied with a mournful face.

Mei Jian was confused.

Wu Laoda could only spell it out, "The Demon Lord wants our lives!"

Mei Jian's face turned livid!

The expressions of the others were no better.

"Utterly arrogant! My mistress is unwilling to be his enemy, yet this man is actually pushing his luck. Does he really think our Vulture Palace is afraid of him?"

"All units of the Vulture Palace, listen! Form up and advance, surround that carriage for me; I want to see just how much weight this Mr. Chu really has!"

"Masters of the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands, my mistress orders you to take the lead; whoever captures him will have their Life-Death Talisman control lifted!"

Tianshan Tonglao seemed to have anticipated the worst-case scenario and had made arrangements long ago, with the four sisters Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju issuing orders on her behalf.

Upon receiving the death order, Wu Laoda and the others, who had been quite desperate, felt a flush of red rise to their faces at the mention of lifting the Life-Death Talisman, their eyes turning wild.

Compared to death, the pain of the Life-Death Talisman was even more terrifying.

The shouts of battle suddenly became deafening as a group of warriors charged toward the carriage regardless of their lives, while behind them, the palace maids of the Vulture Palace advanced in formation.

Chu Yang had no interest in sparring with this bunch of small fry and directly unleashed his Conqueror's Haki.

An invisible wave of energy surged, and one martial arts expert after another collapsed to the ground; a moment later, only the four sisters Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju remained at the foot of the mountain.

Mei Jian, who had been ordering people around just a moment ago, stood trembling in place.

She had never seen such a formation; she had only heard that the Demon Lord was very strange, but she didn't know how exactly.

Now, she had witnessed it with her own eyes.

"How do you intend to deal with these people?"

"They didn't directly harm me, so I don't want to take their lives."

"Good, then let's follow the old rule: cripple their martial arts."

Hearing that they were to cripple people's martial arts, Huang Rong climbed out of the carriage with great interest and began to destroy the meridians and dantian of Wu Laoda and the others with practiced ease.

It was frighteningly proficient.

Chu Yang had always been one to clearly distinguish between gratitude and grudges.

Tianshan Tonglao was the mastermind, and Wu Laoda and the others were accomplices; as for these Vulture Palace maids, other than their master-servant relationship with Tianshan Tonglao, they had nothing to do with this matter.

That day on Bright Peak, Chu Yang had only killed the sect leaders of the Kongtong, Huashan, and Kunlun sects, and had not made things difficult for their disciples.

Therefore, he intended to spare these maids.

The carriage slowly approached the mountain path leading to Misty Peak; Chu Yang turned his head and said to the stunned four swords: "Excuse me, move aside."

The four of them looked panicked, their bodies trembling, but they did not obey and move aside.

They knew that once they moved, Tianshan Tonglao, who was in seclusion, would certainly be no match for the person before them.

The four were raised by Tianshan Tonglao; that grace of upbringing alone was enough for them to sacrifice their lives.

"Commendable loyalty."

Chu Yang nodded.

Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju gritted their teeth and drew their swords, preparing for a desperate fight, but before they could take a step, they all collapsed stiffly to the ground at the same time.

In the end, they weren't even first-rate experts; how could they withstand the impact of Conqueror's Haki? The Tianshan Mountains were steep and rugged, and the Vulture Palace was located on a dangerous peak; the little red horse couldn't make it up, so Chu Yang had to leave them at the foot of the mountain.

Huang Rong had wanted to follow, but she was worried about the safety of Li Mochou and Little Dragon Maiden, so she dismissed the idea.

Just like that, Chu Yang climbed the peak alone.

The Tianshan Mountains were magnificent, and the silent night added a sense of mystery.

Most of the Vulture Palace maids had been arranged by Tianshan Tonglao at the foot of the mountain; only a small remnant remained on the mountain, which could almost be ignored.

Whether on the mountain or below, Tianshan Tonglao did not care about the lives of these people; as long as they could block Chu Yang, they died for a worthy cause.

In Tianshan Tonglao's understanding, there was no expert in the world who could truly take on a thousand; even her master, Xiaoyaozi, could never do it.

Perhaps she felt that Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang combined were no match for her master, so Mr. Chu, who had defeated them both, was nothing special.

With nearly a thousand Vulture Palace disciples, plus Wu Laoda's group, there was no reason they couldn't stop Mr. Chu; even a war of attrition could wear the opponent out.

"Demon Lord? Taisui?"

"Wait until my divine art is complete, then I will deal with you; I'll let you be arrogant for a while!"

After practicing for a while, Tianshan Tonglao felt restless; speaking a few harsh words was more like giving herself some confidence.

After regulating her breath for a quarter of an hour, Tianshan Tonglao resumed her practice.

The palace where she was in seclusion suddenly began to tremble.

Tianshan Tonglao opened her eyes abruptly.

Boom—! It was as if some terrifying existence outside was bombarding the entire palace!

No! It was bombarding the entire Misty Peak! Tianshan Tonglao was shocked and, disregarding the danger of qi deviation, interrupted her practice again and hurried out of the palace.

A young scholar was raising his sandbag-sized fist and pounding on the mountain gate of the Vulture Palace.

Since he was here to avenge the destruction of his sect, there was no reason not to tear down this broken gate.

It wasn't just the Vulture Palace; the sects Chu Yang had dismantled along the way had all received the same treatment.

First tear down the gate, then kill the leader.

Seeing this, Tianshan Tonglao's scalp went numb! She could guess who the scholar before her was with her toes...

So many people hadn't been able to stop him?

Just as Tianshan Tonglao was terrified, Chu Yang suddenly looked up, his gaze falling toward her.

The two locked eyes.

Chu Yang grinned.

Tianshan Tonglao's heart contracted suddenly, as if it had been gripped hard by a hand.

She used her light-body technique to turn and flee, but her body was controlled by a great suction force in mid-air, and the surrounding scenery spun rapidly in reverse.

The next moment, Tianshan Tonglao's neck tightened, as if clamped by a pair of iron pliers.

"You are also a pitiful person; for the sake of an illusory love, you turned into this state. As you are about to die, I will tell you the truth: the person your senior brother Wu Yazi loved most in this life was not you, nor Li Qiushui, but your little junior sister."

Upon hearing this, Tianshan Tonglao's body stiffened, and she suddenly turned her head, but because her neck was gripped by Chu Yang, she snapped her own neck as she turned.

Even so, Tianshan Tonglao still stared fixedly at Chu Yang.

"What you said... is it true?"

Tianshan Tonglao's eyes widened in anger, holding onto her last breath, wanting a definitive answer.

"It is true."

Chu Yang nodded.

"Hehehe~~~ Hahaha~~~"

Strange laughter came from Tianshan Tonglao's mouth, and her eyes grew dimmer and dimmer.

Chu Yang placed her remains under the mountain gate, then shattered the gate with a palm strike, burying it along with her remains in front of the Vulture Palace.

After doing this, Chu Yang walked into the magnificent Vulture Palace to wander around.

Walking into the garden, Chu Yang scanned with his Observation Haki and found the mechanism; after triggering it, the rockery in the garden slowly moved, revealing an opening.

Following the opening, Chu Yang entered a tunnel; the tunnel was winding and spiraling downward, clearly indicating that there was a huge cavity inside the body of Misty Peak.

I don't know how much time passed before the view suddenly opened up.

A spacious stone cave came into view.

The stone walls on both sides were polished smooth like mirrors, engraved with many pictures and text; the complex lines were the routes for circulating energy, and many parts were already missing.

Nearly a thousand pictures were dizzying to look at.

Some were the supreme arts of the Xiaoyao Sect left behind by Tianshan Tonglao, but more originated from the original owner of this place.

The Vulture Palace on Tianshan was originally an ancient ruin discovered by the Xiaoyao Sect founder, Xiaoyaozi, by chance; it was a mysterious sect from hundreds of years ago, and the Xiaoyao Sect was merely a latecomer that occupied the magpie's nest.

The mysterious martial arts on the stone walls were far more exquisite than the Nine Yin Manual; in Chu Yang's view, they could even be regarded as divine techniques.

Ordinary people would lose their minds and suffer splitting headaches if they looked at them for too long; this was a manifestation of brain overload.

Chu Yang had no such concerns; after observing for a moment, he memorized all the pictures in his mind.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes to deduce, Chu Yang showed an expression of surprise after a while.

The martial arts left behind by the mysterious sect had very high reference value, no less than Zhang Sanfeng's Taiji fist intent, possessing a natural "Dao rhyme."

"Xiaoyaozi in his youth probably referenced the techniques here to create the many wonderful martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect."

Chu Yang looked at the murals that had been eroded by the passage of time and felt a sense of regret.

If they were complete, he could have possessed a complete cultivation method right now.

Leaving the stone cave, Chu Yang did not destroy the entrance and chose to leave directly.

The predecessors plant trees and the descendants enjoy the shade; Chu Yang had no interest in planting trees, and even less interest in uprooting them so that descendants would have no shade.

It took only the blink of an eye to fly from Misty Peak to the foot of the mountain; Mei, Lan, Zhu, Ju, and Wu Laoda's group had not yet regained consciousness.

The little red horse snorted and pulled the carriage away into the night.

Not long after, news of the Vulture Palace's destruction spread through the martial arts world, and the major sects immediately fell into a state of panic, with their disciples living in constant fear.

Under immense pressure, the martial arts circles of the Northern and Southern Song dynasties decided to work together to hold a martial arts conference, inviting this legendary "Mr. Chu" to negotiate from a position of peace talks.

(End of chapter)