Chapter 111: The Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow

Swoosh!

Renowned for their archery and skilled in long-range attacks,

the leader of the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow, Zhao Yishang—who was poor at close combat and defense—directly drew the powerful bow he carried at his side.

The streamlined muscles of his arms bulged, and in an instant, he drew the bow like a full moon.

He fired an arrow directly in the direction from which the sound had come.

Hiss!

An arrow, forged entirely from hundred-refined fine iron and infused with internal energy, became exceptionally sharp.

It pierced through the palace door as if it were thin paper, shooting toward the intruder.

The intruder's figure flashed, easily dodging the arrow shot from within the palace, and said with some helplessness:

"I have merely arrived unannounced; why be so irritable, resorting to violence the moment we meet?"

"Hmph!"

Zhao Yishang let out a cold snort of disdain, not bothering to argue with the intruder:

Just by daring to enter the Ruyang Wang Fu at night and spy on the noble guests, the intruder had already invited death upon himself!

He and his brothers possessed the authority granted by Ruyang Wang to execute first and report later!

"Attack!"

Zhao Yishang gave a look to his other seven brothers: Qian Erbai, Sun Sanhui,

Li Sicu, Zhou Wushu, Wu Liupe, Zheng Qimie, and Wang Basuan.

The eight men, acting with tacit cooperation, instantly drew their bows like full moons, firing arrows like shooting stars.

Swish, swish!

Eight profound iron arrows covered the intruder's five directions: above, below, left, right, and front.

"Let's see how you escape this time!"

Zhao Yishang sneered.

His previous arrow had merely been to stir the grass and startle the snake, locking onto the intruder's position.

Now, the simultaneous firing of eight arrows by his brothers was their trump card!

"Hmm."

Ruyang Wang could not help but nod upon seeing this scene.

Although he could not see the situation the intruder faced through the doors and windows,

more than one first-rate expert had already met their end under the arrow formation of the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow.

Unless the intruder's light-body technique had reached the peerless level of the Ming Sect's Green-Winged Bat King, Wei Yixiao,

otherwise, he would certainly have to leave something behind!

"One who brings disaster upon oneself cannot live."

The intruder outside the palace shook his head, rolled his sleeves,

and a massive, transparent vortex composed entirely of Qi appeared around him.

Once the eight arrows entered the vortex, they were like clay oxen entering the sea; their speed plummeted.

Never mind injuring or killing anyone, they probably couldn't even kill a fly.

"To receive without returning is not polite; you all take an arrow from me as well!"

The intruder waved his right hand, and the massive vortex spun violently.

The eight arrows were instantly shot back at a speed thirty percent faster than before.

"Impossible!"

Watching the arrows he and his brothers had fired return in an instant, Zhao Yishang's eyes were filled with disbelief and rage.

Unfortunately, the arrows flying at high speed through the air would not consider his thoughts.

Hiss, hiss!

Eight arrows shot out like lightning for dozens of meters, striking the right wrists of the Eight Heroes of the Divine Bow.

"Ah, ah!"

"My hand!"

With their wrists pierced, some were pinned to the ground,

and others were pinned to the pillars in the palace, as the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow wailed.

Thus, in the battle at Green Willow Manor, relying on precise archery combined with traps and mechanisms,

the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow, who could suppress the Ming Sect members led by Zhang Wuji, were thoroughly defeated.

Even the Xuanming Elders, who had been very composed since the beginning, could not help but shrink their pupils:

The intruder's Wu Gong was simply unfathomable;

at the very least, the two brothers could not defeat the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow so casually.

If the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow were truly so incompetent, how could they stand in the second tier of the Ruyang Wang Fu's combat power?

Seeing this, A-Da and the others hurriedly tightened their protective circle, firmly shielding Ruyang Wang and the others.

At the same time, their eyes stared fixedly outside the palace, fearing they would give the intruder an opportunity.

Ruyang Wang, however, was worthy of being the Great Yuan's Grand Marshal of Military Forces for many years;

he did not even look at the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow who were clutching their wrists and wailing, but calmly said in a loud voice:

"Since you have come in the dead of night, yet did not strike first, you must have a request.

Why not come in and talk properly; why resort to violence?"

Hearing this, the intruder could not help but sneer:

"Just now, the Prince did not stop the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow from attacking me."

Ruyang Wang, already accustomed to all kinds of deceit, possessed the demeanor of one who could wipe spit off his face and let it dry,

and replied without blushing at all:

"Just now, I was also shocked by your Wu Gong, which is why I did not stop Yishang and the others.

Now, I apologize to you on behalf of Yishang and the others, and I hope you will understand."

Saying this, without waiting for the intruder to reply, he bowed toward the outside of the palace.

"Since the Prince has said so and done so, I shall appear and meet you."

Step, step.

The intruder approached the palace with a composed pace.

For a time, the palace was silent, with only the crisp sound of footsteps gradually approaching.

Creak.

The palace doors were pushed open from the outside,

and the intruder, without any disguise, was exposed to the eyes of Ruyang Wang and the others.

"We were actually defeated by such a young junior?"

Zhao Yishang, who had just pressed his acupoints to stop the bleeding, looked at the young man, whose face was excessively young,

and was likely under twenty years old, his expression miserable.

"Such a young expert, where on earth did he pop out from?"

Even the Xuanming Elders and others began to brainstorm.

But no matter how they recalled, they could not think of when such a young, peerless expert had appeared in the Jianghu.

At this moment, Zhao Min stood out, bowed to the intruder, and smiled gracefully:

"I did not expect it to be the high disciple of Wu Dang's Master Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Shaoxia Jie, visiting in the dead of night."

"Oh?"

The intruder, or rather Zhang Jie, was somewhat surprised:

"Has my humble name already reached Dadu, and reached Princess Shao Min here?"

"Hehe."

Zhao Min let out a laugh like silver bells:

"Zhang Shaoxia, your name is not a humble one.

At the previous Wu Dang competition, you easily defeated

Song Qingshu, the eldest disciple of the third generation of Wu Dang.

It is now widely rumored in Wu Dang that you are the number one person among the third generation of Wu Dang disciples.

I fear Wu Dang will be handed over to you, Zhang Shaoxia, in the future."

'I didn't expect the Ruyang Wang Fu to have collected even this news.'

Zhang Jie frowned slightly.

One had to know that under the instructions of Yu Lianzhou and other second-generation Wu Dang members, Wu Dang had intentionally blocked this news.

On one hand, it was to maintain the reputation of Song Qingshu,

who was, after all, the legitimate eldest disciple of the third generation of Wu Dang and the only son of the Wu Dang hero Song Yuanqiao.

On the other hand, it was also to protect him, Zhang Jie, so that the tallest tree in the forest would not be destroyed by the wind.

When he went up Mount Emei, even the Emei Sect, which had always been on good terms with Wu Dang, did not know about this.

In this way, the Ruyang Wang Fu, or rather the Great Yuan imperial court, paid far more attention to Wu Dang than to other major Jianghu sects.

'I fear it is to keep an eye on the movements of Patriarch Sanfeng.'

Zhang Jie thought for a moment and guessed most of the reason.

With Zhang Sanfeng's Wu Gong, if he disregarded everything,

even assassinating the Emperor would have a high success rate.

For such a dangerous person, it would be strange if the Yuan court did not send eight or ten spies into Wu Dang,

to keep a close eye on every move of Zhang Sanfeng.

Despite the many thoughts in his mind, Zhang Jie remained calm on the surface:

"Princess Shao Min is joking; I only slightly surpassed Senior Brother Song in Wu Gong.

As for being the successor of the third generation of Wu Dang, that is even more of a baseless rumor."

'Slightly? You defeated the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow in one blow, and you call that slightly?'

Zhao Min was speechless in her heart.

If Song Qingshu was only slightly inferior to such a Zhang Jie,

then their Great Yuan should hurry back to the grasslands to continue herding sheep!

After all, the Great Yuan's iron cavalry was likely not the opponent of many such monsters.

While Zhang Jie and Zhao Min were talking,

Ruyang Wang, having learned of Zhang Jie's identity, also looked at the Xuanming Elders, who were the strongest experts in the palace,

having joined the Ruyang Wang Fu for the sake of fame and fortune,

and asked softly:

"Do the two of you have the confidence to take this person down?"

Lu Zhangke, one of the Xuanming Elders, shook his head slightly:

"Prince, this person's Wu Gong is profound, and his light-body technique is even more extraordinary than ordinary people's.

Even if we all swarm him, if he wants to escape, we cannot catch up."

He Biweng glanced at Zhang Jie and then reminded:

"Prince, besides him, there is still an old fellow on Mount Wu Dang."

"Zhang Sanfeng!"

Hearing this name, Ruyang Wang's expression sank.

This old Daoist, who had roamed the world for sixty years without a single rival, had put immense pressure on the Great Yuan court.

Every time the court had the idea of cleaning up the Wu Lin and trampling the Jianghu,

it ended up being dropped because of concerns about this old Daoist.

Now this Zhang Jie was his disciple's disciple, and looking at Zhang Jie's Wu Gong,

he should also be the future pillar of Wu Dang that he had painstakingly cultivated.

If this Zhang Jie were to suffer any harm, I fear the old Daoist would go mad.

Although with the power of the Great Yuan court, gathering experts from various sects like Tibet and Mongolia could fight Zhang Sanfeng,

but he, Ruyang Wang, was ultimately just a Prince.

If Zhang Sanfeng's attitude was firm, he knew the Emperor would definitely not mind abandoning him to give Zhang Sanfeng an explanation.

Not to mention those political enemies in the court who had long wished to drink his blood and eat his flesh.

Ruyang Wang, having concerns, did not mention the plan of driving the tiger to swallow the wolf,

or the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow who had been injured by Zhang Jie, and his face was full of kind smiles:

"Zhang Shaoxia, since you have come to my Ruyang Wang Fu, I wonder if there is anything we can do to help you and Wu Dang?"

Zhang Jie glanced at Ruyang Wang, whose attitude had improved significantly, and stated his purpose bluntly:

"I have heard that the Ruyang Wang Fu possesses the secret medicine Black Jade Intermittent Ointment, which can heal all bone injuries,

even if the bones are crushed, it is no problem, so I have come to request a portion."

He had been down Mount Wu Dang for several months and was preparing to return,

so when returning to the mountain, he naturally wanted to bring a satisfactory gift for his Master, Yu Lianzhou.

And for Yu Lianzhou, who was concerned about his fellow disciples,

what could be more joyful than letting his fellow disciple Yu Daiyan, who had been paralyzed for more than ten years, stand up again?

For this, he had traveled thousands of miles from Mount Emei to Dadu and entered the Ruyang Wang Fu in the dead of night. ===== CHAPTER 112 =====