Chapter 73: Mu Daoren Appears

In Ghost Villa, in the middle of an open space.

Ye Ling pointed her toes and soared up, her five fingers curled like a blade or a sword, clawing out; the air currents surged, and the air hissed.

Ye Xue's entire body seemed to be enveloped by the claw technique, yet she only let out a cold snort. Amidst a clear, resonant sword chime, the sword light was like a streak of silk, twisting and killing toward her.

In an instant, these two sisters launched into a slaughter, every move fatal, as if they would not rest until they had taken the other's life.

But regardless of whether it was Ye Xue or Ye Ling, both had equally graceful postures, light as startled geese, drifting like floating clouds.

The people of Ghost Villa saw this scene and were not surprised, because this scene had already played out over a dozen times, and they were accustomed to it, yet the doubts in their hearts were even greater.

On one hand, they were puzzled that the two women's cultivation had progressed so rapidly; in just a few days, it was as if they had been reborn. Moreover, the martial arts they used were long-lost techniques from the Edo.

On the other hand, although the sisters' relationship was not very good on ordinary days, it was at least passable on the surface. Yet these past few days, it was as if they had eaten gunpowder. They would not stop until they had fought three or five rounds every day.

These ghosts were all black-path experts who had once been famous in the Edo; they could not possibly be fools to have survived until now.

Someone's gaze had already looked toward a certain direction.

The new Old Knife Handle was handsome and dashing, with brilliant martial arts, and these two sisters were both striking beauties; it was not hard to guess what might happen between two women and one man.

By the way, counting the time, the previous Old Knife Handle should also be returning.

I wonder, when these two top experts fight, who will be the better one.

At this moment, Yu Liancheng was in a room with exquisite furnishings.

The room was filled with many books and also hid many secret compartments.

The books were naturally the martial arts of various sects and factions, while the slips of paper in the secret compartments recorded the leverage and martial arts weaknesses of various martial arts experts.

Yu Liancheng stood with his back to the door, flipping through a book, his back wide open.

But he did not care.

Like an expert such as him, with his mind calm and settled, everything within a radius of ten zhang was reflected in his mind; any movement or rustle could not escape his ears and eyes, and naturally, no one could sneak an attack from behind.

But just at this moment, a man in gray had already drifted in from outside the door.

That's right, he had indeed drifted in.

He drifted in just like a speck of dust, silent and soundless; his light-body technique was clearly the best in the world.

Yu Liancheng also seemed to have truly not discovered him, still flipping through the secret manual, his expression focused.

How could a person discover the drifting of dust?

The man in gray gradually approached Yu Liancheng.

Closer and closer, closer and closer...

Suddenly, the man in gray struck out with a palm.

The palm force gave the visual impression of being extremely slow, yet it was truly a thunderous strike, with the force of a thousand jun. Even if one were to confront it head-on, the number of people in the world who could receive this palm could be counted on one's fingers, let alone when it was a sneak attack from behind.

Just as this silent palm was about to press onto Yu Liancheng's back, he suddenly twisted his body, a trace of mockery on his face: "Well come."

While speaking, he clenched one hand into a fist, straight as a falling comet, a volcanic eruption, carrying a surging, torrential True Qi, meeting it head-on without any pretense.

Bang!

Fist and palm collided, True Qi exploded like thunder, and the venting force pushed the air to surge in all directions; the entire room seemed to be swept by a gale, the bookshelves trembled incessantly, and the secret manuals rolled to the floor with a clatter.

"Worthy of being the Old Knife Handle, your internal power is vigorous and profound; even Huo Xiu, who practices the Virgin Skill, seems unable to compare to you." Yu Liancheng received the impact of this punch, his figure skimming back several feet, barely stopping.

"The Edo all rumors that the 'Jade-Faced Divine Sword' not only has peerless sword techniques, but his fists, palms, legs, and fingers are also rare in the world; seeing it today, it is indeed not an undeserved reputation." It turned out that this gray shadow was none other than the Old Knife Handle, which is to say, the Wudang veteran Mu Daoren.

He had originally been waiting in the Capital for the arrival of the battle at the Forbidden City on the fifteenth of the ninth month, and as soon as he received news from Shi He, he rushed to Ghost Villa at full speed.

Whether he could sit in the position of Wudang Sect Leader had a great deal to do with the people of Ghost Villa; having planned it for many years, it could absolutely not be ruined by anyone.

Mu Daoren had originally snuck into the villa to investigate the situation, but seeing Yu Liancheng's back wide open, he could not help but strike, attempting to kill him in one blow and resolve the future trouble.

His palm had originally had a ninety percent chance of success, but he did not expect that Yu Liancheng was deliberately waiting for him to take the bait.

"I have been waiting for you for several days; you have finally come." Yu Liancheng smiled slightly.

Mu Daoren's brows furrowed slightly: "You were waiting for me?"

Yu Liancheng nodded.

Mu Daoren let out a cold snort: "Waiting to kill me?"

"Why would I want to kill you?" Yu Liancheng revealed a smile.

Mu Daoren was able to keep his composure: "If you didn't come to kill me, then what do you want to do?"

Yu Liancheng laughed: "We can cooperate."

Mu Daoren's brows furrowed: "Cooperate?"

Yu Liancheng shrugged and laughed: "Of course, this Ghost Villa seems terrifying, but in reality, they are just a group of ghosts who cannot see the light. Furthermore, most of them are already old and have lived in Ghost Villa for over a dozen years, isolated from the world. Even if you let them out, it would be hard to accomplish anything major. The only person I truly value is you."

Mu Daoren let out a cold laugh: "This person wouldn't be me, would it?"

"That's right, it is you." Yu Liancheng nodded: "Not only because your martial arts are high and your schemes are many, but also because of your identity."

Mu Daoren's eyes narrowed: "I am also a ghost who cannot see the light; what identity could I have?"

Yu Liancheng said indifferently: "Your identity is quite significant; the number one veteran of Wudang, the Mount Tai and Big Dipper of the martial arts world, praised by Lu Xiaofeng as one of the five or six people who have reached the absolute peak of martial arts..."

Mu Daoren's expression did not change in the slightest, only letting out a cold laugh: "Could it be that you have mistaken me for the Wudang Mu Daoren? He is also one of the targets I want to kill."

However, in his heart, a stormy sea had already been stirred up.

If there was anyone in this world who knew the true identity of the Old Knife Handle, it was only his disciple Shi He.

Could it be that Shi He betrayed him!

But if Shi He betrayed him, and he joined forces with Yu Liancheng to set a trap, he would definitely not be a match and would have long since gone down to see the King of Hell.

Yu Liancheng shook his head and said: "I don't care about the identities of the Old Knife Handle or Mu Daoren; I care more about your other identity."

Mu Daoren said: "Oh? I wonder what other identity I have?"

Yu Liancheng said: "The future Sect Leader of Wudang!"

Waves finally appeared on Mu Daoren's face.

Because this fellow not only knew he was Mu Daoren, but also knew he was plotting to become the future sect leader of Wudang.

Yu Liancheng changed the subject and said with a smile, "A renowned martial arts master like Mu Daoren is naturally knowledgeable and experienced. I recently obtained a Sword and would like to ask you to help me take a look at it."

Mu Daoren's brow twitched, and he suddenly had a guess: "Oh, what kind of Sword is it?"

When he said this, he had already stopped denying his identity as Mu Daoren.

Or rather, for people like them, denial was useless.

A moment later, a Sword was taken out.

When he saw this Sword, Mu Daoren finally could not help but blurt out: "Seven Star Sword!"