Chapter 257: Yue

Yin Yewang hadn’t run three steps when he heard a whistle of wind beside his ear.

Luo Jie lightly tapped the ground, his figure slicing through the air.

Yin Yewang widened his eyes, terrified out of his wits.

“Don’t come near me!”

Mei Jue Shitai showed a hint of admiration and spoke:

“Brother Luo’s feet never touch the ground—his lightness skill is terrifying!”

At this moment, Yue Buqun led the Hua Shan disciples, gathering with the Emei sect members.

His face also showed a touch of shock: “Indeed.”

“Such mastery of lightness skill is truly unheard of and unseen.”

“Like a celestial being, riding the wind, roaming heaven and earth?”

At this moment, Luo Jie had already charged into the Tian Kage Jiao ranks.

He swung his arms, and fists sent wind surging in all directions.

One punch, one brat—Tian Kage Jiao disciples flew everywhere.

Luo Jie kicked aside these riffraff and strode straight to Yin Yewang, grabbing his collar:

Luo Jie smiled: “Guests come, but running away? What kind of business is that?”

The next instant, he lifted Yin Yewang and returned to the four sects’ formation.

Yue Buqun watched this scene and couldn’t help but praise:

“Yin Yewang is the son of Yin Tianzheng, one of the Ming Jiao’s Four Great Kings—the White Eyebrow Eagle King.”

“Brother Luo capturing him is truly the first great merit.”

Mei Jue Shitai nodded in agreement: “Last night, Wei Yisheng attacked us and was killed by Brother Luo’s palm strike—already one of the Four Great Kings is gone.”

“Now Itachi’ve captured Yin Yewang—tomorrow we can break through Bright Peak and annihilate the demon sect outright. Brother Luo is unquestionably the foremost contributor.”

At these words, the entire crowd erupted.

The leaders of Hua Shan, Kong Tong, and Kunlun all turned their heads, eyes filled with disbelief.

They had assumed this siege of Bright Peak would be extremely difficult.

Yet before even reaching Bright Peak, one of the Four Great Kings was already dead.

He Tai Chong muttered to himself: “So there are such people in the Jianghu…”

Yue Buqun looked at Luo Jie with a complex expression, silently sighing:

“I heard this boy is young—if he were my disciple, what a great blessing it would be.”

As he thought, he couldn’t help comparing him to his own disciples.

Ling Huchong?

His talent is decent, but he’s too rebellious, always entangled with demon sect deviants.

Worse still, he never listens to me.

Lao Denuo?

Don’t even mention him—he’s a traitor from Song Mountain Sect.

Lu Dayou and the rest are useless—good only for eating and obeying, useless in a crisis.

In contrast, Luo Jie, a disciple of the Wuliang Sword Sect, is young yet his martial skill is absurdly high.

He alone has lifted the insignificant Wuliang Sword Sect to a status it never deserved.

He’s the kind of disciple only dreams are made of.

Yue Buqun stared at Luo Jie’s calm, composed face and felt a pang of envy, jealousy, and resentment:

“If such a person were my direct disciple…”

“I wouldn’t have to spend every day fighting within Hua Shan Sect.”

But reality is cruel.

Though Yue Buqun was the Hua Shan Sect leader, he knew better than anyone:

His own sect was no longer the famed Hua Shan of old.

More than twenty years ago, the Sword vs. Qi faction war shattered the entire sect’s vitality.

Though Hua Shan Sect still exists and retains a strong reputation in the Jianghu, internally it has long been fractured.

Outside, remnants of the Sword Faction watch hungrily; inside, Qi Faction factions are divided, scheming and plotting.

He himself, as sect leader, is more like a mediator struggling to survive in the cracks than a true ruler.

Mu Renqing may have retired, but his disciples Gui Xinshu and Huang Zhen still hold key positions, occasionally rising up to oppose Yue Buqun’s decisions, asserting their presence.

Vice Sect Leader Xian Yu Tong is an old fox.

He is not only the former sect leader’s son-in-law but was once the designated heir to the Hua Shan leadership.

Had Mu Renqing not disliked Xian Yu Tong and chosen him as successor, the seat would now belong to Xian Yu Tong.

Xian Yu Tong naturally hates him with a vengeance, constantly obstructing him, using cruel, underhanded tactics to suppress him.

Spreading rumors behind the scenes, courting elders, sowing discord among disciples—

Anything to bring Yue Buqun down, he’ll do it.

And Yue Buqun can only maintain a fragile balance through manipulation among the factions.

Thinking of this, Yue Buqun couldn’t help sighing.

He gazed at Luo Jie’s back, and suddenly a spark lit in his mind.

“Shan’s age is close to Luo Jie’s.”

“If I could make him my son-in-law, it would be an excellent thing.”

He turned to glance at his daughter, Yue Lingshan, not far behind.

She was staring at Luo Jie with shining eyes, cheeks flushed with shy blush, lips slightly upturned, eyes brimming with the dreamy longing of a young girl in love.

After all, a handsome, powerful hero perfectly fits Yue Lingshan’s ideal!

She was already imagining scenes of traveling the world with Luo Jie, sword in hand.

As for Ling Huchong—he was just a good older brother.

Yue Buqun watched this scene and nodded inwardly:

“Good. My daughter has good taste.”

Yue Buqun cleared his throat and stepped forward to speak:

“Brother Luo came alone to join us in suppressing the demon sect—truly admirable.”

Luo Jie smiled slightly, speaking humbly:

“All of Itachi gathered your disciples and journeyed far to the west to crush these bandits—your actions are even more admirable.”

After this exchange of flattery, the group fell silent and marched straight toward Bright Peak, preparing to meet the Wudang and Shaolin forces already there.

Luo Jie had just returned to Azi’s side when he heard her mutter:

“Brother-in-law, that little girl keeps staring at Itachi.”

“So shameless.”

Luo Jie turned and saw Yue Lingshan.

She was sneaking glances their way; when she noticed Luo Jie looking, she immediately lowered her head, pretending to adjust her sword scabbard.

Luo Jie smiled faintly: “Oh? Isn’t that normal?”

Azi rolled her eyes: “Brother-in-law, when are Itachi teaching me the Northern Dark Divine Art?”

“Otherwise, I’ll tell my sister about your flirting.”

Luo Jie remained calm: “My sister wouldn’t care.”

Azi froze: “Huh?”

Luo Jie added: “She already knows I’m a man of irresistible charm.”

Azi’s lip twitched, unsure how to respond.

Luo Jie lightly flicked her forehead.

Azi felt a sudden explosion of text in her mind.

It was the Northern Dark Divine Art.

Azi gasped, unable to help asking: “What kind of skill is this? Can Itachi teach me?”

Luo Jie smiled: “Learn the Northern Dark Divine Art first.”

Azi frowned: “Isn’t it already in my head?”

Luo Jie nodded: “Your mind knows it. Your body doesn’t.”

Azi huffed softly, muttering: “Hmph. Once I master the Northern Dark Divine Art, the first thing I’ll do is drain Itachi dry.”

Hearing this, Luo Jie didn’t get angry—he smiled instead:

“Fine. I’ll wait for Itachi to drain me dry.”

(End of Chapter)