Chapter 620: Memory

The person who suddenly appeared was tall and majestic in appearance; it was none other than the Peak Master of Longshou Peak, Cangsong Daoren, who was in charge of all disciplinary matters for the entire Qingyun Sect.

The White-Clad Wonderful Monk pressed his palms together and said, "Senior Brother Cangsong, why are you here?"

Although things had not been pleasant between everyone back on Longshou Peak earlier, as one of the three great righteous sects of the world, a facade of harmony and friendliness still had to be maintained.

Cangsong Daoren frowned and said, "After discussing matters with the Sect Leader, I was returning to Longshou Peak from Tongtian Peak when I heard the sounds of a fight, so I rushed over. What has happened?"

The White-Clad Wonderful Monk hesitated for a moment: "It seems a Demon Sect evildoer has appeared. Puzhi has been wounded by a Seven-Tailed Centipede, and that person could even use the Qingyun Sect's Divine Sword Lightning Control True Formula. It is suspected that there is a traitor within the Qingyun Sect."

"What!?" Cangsong revealed an expression of astonishment: "How could this be? Junior Brother Puzhen, tell me about it in detail."

"I am currently tracking that Demon Sect evildoer," the White-Clad Wonderful Monk said. "Senior Brother Cangsong, let us talk as we go."

"Very well," Cangsong nodded, riding his sword to travel alongside the White-Clad Wonderful Monk.

"The matter is as follows..."

The White-Clad Wonderful Monk began to explain.

Yet, just as he was recounting the events that had previously occurred one by one, Cangsong's figure had inadvertently fallen behind by a certain distance.

In a corner where Yu Liancheng could not see, a faint, imperceptible sneer curled the corners of Cangsong's mouth. His Sword suddenly flared with a sharp radiance, about to pierce through and tear apart the body of the White-Clad Wonderful Monk before him.

As it turned out, Cangsong was the person in black from before.

After unleashing the Divine Sword Lightning Control True Formula, he had turned and fled.

But Yu Liancheng had pursued too quickly, and there was a high probability he would be caught.

Moreover, there were not many people in the entire Qingyun Sect who could use the Divine Sword Lightning Control True Formula. If Puzhi and Puzhen ran to Qingyun Mountain and found the Sect Leader Daoxuan to conduct a thorough investigation, they might just be able to uncover him.

Cangsong hardened his heart and simply turned back, approaching Yu Liancheng under the guise of the Peak Master of Longshou Peak, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Sure enough, although this Puzhen's cultivation was remarkable, he was ultimately still too young and easily deceived.

However, before this sharp radiance could be unleashed, the White-Clad Wonderful Monk suddenly turned his head. A warm smile appeared on his handsome face, which made Cangsong's heart skip a beat.

"Senior Brother Cangsong, you don't really think you hid it well, do you?!"

As he spoke, the White-Clad Wonderful Monk flipped his palm and struck out fiercely.

This palm was as fast as lightning, whipping up a violent gale. Though it was a bare-handed strike, neither its speed nor its power was inferior to Cangsong's Sword.

With a "Bang!", the strike arrived first despite being launched later. Cangsong's chest was struck by this palm, and he was sent flying backward, spitting blood as he soared dozens of yards away, crashing heavily into a forest in the distance, where countless trees were snapped in half upon impact.

"Senior Brother Cangsong, how does that palm feel?"

Yu Liancheng descended slowly, a smile on his face, his white monk's robes fluttering in the wind, looking indescribably transcendent and handsome.

Cangsong had been acting with him, and he, too, had been acting with Cangsong.

"What a devious brat."

Cangsong cursed inwardly and hurriedly formed a seal. His Sword immediately burst forth with ten thousand rays of light, fast as lightning, and with the momentum to split the sea, it charged toward Yu Liancheng.

Although the Poison Blood Banner was powerful, how could it compare to the Qingyun Sword Technique he had cultivated for hundreds of years?

"Amitabha, Senior Brother Cangsong is truly stubborn and unrepentant." The White-Clad Wonderful Monk shook his head, and the Myriad Ways Boundless once again transformed into a Vajra Pestle, emitting rays of golden light as it met the attack.

Boom!

A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering muffled sound erupted.

Before long, a swaying green light headed straight for Longshou Peak.

Within the green light was Cangsong Daoren, riding his sword.

At this moment, Cangsong Daoren's hair crown was shattered, and his hair was disheveled. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, his face was as pale as paper, and his tattered Daoist robe fluttered in the wind. He was in a wretched state, his eyes filled with extreme terror.

That little bald donkey was simply too strong.

His various methods were inconceivable, especially that fellow's physical body, which could actually catch sword light with bare hands; even a demonic beast would likely be unable to do so.

Whoosh!

Just then, a golden light chased after him from behind, moving at an incredible speed. One could faintly discern from the golden light that it was a Vajra Pestle.

Cangsong Daoren hurriedly formed a seal, and his Sword, which had already developed cracks, once again burst forth with ten thousand rays of green light to defend himself. However, when the green radiance collided with the golden light, it immediately shattered into pieces. The golden light, carrying peerless momentum, struck Cangsong hard in the chest, sending him flying and crashing heavily into the mountain wall once again.

Compared to the last time, Cangsong was severely injured this time; his chest had completely collapsed, he did not know how many bones were broken, and his face was so pale it lacked any color.

"Very well, Senior Brother Cangsong, I should send you to see the Buddha." Yu Liancheng drifted down, the Vajra Pestle spinning before him, the four characters "Myriad Ways Boundless" engraved on the handle: "No, it should be to see your Daoist ancestors, the Three Pure Ones."

"You cannot kill me, I am the Peak Master of Longshou Peak!

Cough, cough!" Cangsong coughed, coughing up blood.

"You are mistaken. You are no longer the Peak Master of Longshou Peak, but a traitor of the Qingyun Sect and a remnant of the Demon Sect who refined the Poison Blood Banner."

Yu Liancheng wore a smile, his monk's robes fluttering.

The Vajra Pestle suddenly transformed into a Sword, its tip pointing straight at Cangsong, its sharpness fully revealed.

Cangsong immediately revealed a look of panic and said, "Even if I refined the Poison Blood Banner, that should be handled by the Qingyun Sect. Besides, you are the White-Clad Wonderful Monk; everyone knows that even when facing the most heinous of villains, you prioritize edification. You cannot kill me."

"The one killing you is not the White-Clad Wonderful Monk, but Yu Liancheng."

The White-Clad Wonderful Monk's demeanor remained transcendent and exceptional, though a faint killing intent permeated his brow.

As the sword light swirled, blood scattered across the ground like red agates, and Cangsong Daoren died with his eyes wide open.

"Hoo!" Yu Liancheng let out a long breath.

In the past two years, Cangsong was the first person he had killed.

He had resided within the Buddhist sect for years and was the world-renowned White-Clad Wonderful Monk, his hands unstained by blood.

Had it not been for the killing intent stirred up in his heart by the Soul-Sucking Rod earlier, he probably would have just captured Cangsong and handed him over to the Qingyun Sect to be dealt with.

And because of this battle, the conflict and entanglement of battle intent and killing intent in his heart allowed Yu Liancheng to recover a significant portion of his memories once again. He looked toward the direction of the Qingyun Sect, his eyes flickering.

The legendary Fifth Volume of Heavenly Books was within the Qingyun Sect—or more accurately, within the Zhu Xian Sword.

And the greatest fortune in this world was the Heavenly Book.

Aside from the Zhu Xian Sword, the Fourth Volume of Heavenly Books was hidden within his own Wordless Jade Wall.

His gaze drifted back to the corpse of Cangsong.

In truth, he had memories regarding Cangsong beforehand; otherwise, he would not have said, "The deeper the obsession, the heavier the baleful aura; beware of suffering Qi deviation and becoming a calamity for Qingyun," to Cangsong in front of the Cangjingge yesterday.

"If you knew that Wan Jianyi was not dead, I wonder what your thoughts would be!?"

A long, soft sigh drifted away in the wind.

……

When Yu Liancheng returned to the dilapidated temple, besides Puzhi and the unconscious Lin Jingyu, there was another fainted child.

Yu Liancheng looked at that child; although he already had a guess in his heart, he still asked, "Senior Brother, who is this child?"

"It is the child I had a brief encounter with before entering the village. After you left, I saw this child fainted not far away, with food and clothing beside him. If I am not mistaken, this child must have a simple heart; seeing it was raining and that this place was drafty, he came to bring us some food, only to be knocked unconscious by the shock of the battle between you, Junior Brother, and that man in black."

Puzhi shook his head, then caught sight of the corpse Yu Liancheng was carrying, and was instantly shaken, chanting a Buddha name: "This... is it him!? Alas, Cangsong Zhenren is a Peak Master of Longshou Peak; I just do not know why he would willingly degenerate and practice evil arts?"

Yu Liancheng tossed Cangsong's corpse aside: "Senior Brother, this matter involves a great deal and requires a trip to the Qingyun Sect, otherwise it will lead to unnecessary trouble."

Puzhi pondered for a moment and nodded.

In any case, Cangsong was also a Peak Master of the Qingyun Sect, and now that he had actually practiced evil arts, it must involve something of great magnitude, perhaps even concealing a massive conspiracy. If it were not explained, it might even trigger a conflict between Tianyin Temple and the Qingyun Sect.

A trace of doubt flashed through his heart: with his Junior Brother's temperament, he would actually kill Cangsong himself?

Perhaps it was forced by the situation.

The next day.

After a night of rest and with Yu Liancheng's help, Puzhi had recovered seven or eight tenths of his strength and, carrying Cangsong's corpse, went to Qingyun alone.

There were still clues regarding the Demon Sect's Wan Du Sect on Cangsong's body, and since the Divine Sword Lightning Control True Formula was used at the time, everyone in the village had seen it, making the evidence conclusive. As the Qingyun Sect was a prestigious and righteous sect, he figured they would not do something like killing to silence witnesses.

Watching Puzhi's figure, Yu Liancheng's eyes flickered slightly.

In reality, he could have gone to the Qingyun Sect with Puzhi, and could even have seized the opportunity to get his hands on the Heavenly Book within the Zhu Xian Sword.

But he could not be bothered to use such methods.

He wanted to obtain the Heavenly Book openly and aboveboard in the days to come.

His gaze swept toward Zhang Xiaofan once more.

This kid appeared simple and dull, but was actually intelligent within.

With nothing to do this night, he had helped Zhang Xiaofan temper his body; as for what would happen in the future, that was unknown.

"Good luck."

Yu Liancheng strode out of the dilapidated temple.

It was time to return to Tianyin Temple.

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