Chapter 820: The Heavenly Sect of Xiao Yilang

Wanyou Shanzhuang.

Just as its name implies, it was originally the place where Xiaoyao Hou Geshu Tian kept his dolls, imprisoning martial arts experts who would not submit and teasing those trapped within to amuse himself, unknown to the world. Yet now, it has become the headquarters of the Heavenly Sect, and the battle between righteousness and evil to be held here in three days has caused the winds and clouds of the pugilistic world to gather at this spot.

The righteous path members are discussing in a residence in the small town how to deal with the Heavenly Sect experts.

The Heavenly Sect experts naturally will not sit and wait for death; they are also discussing the battle three days from now.

In the magnificent hall, eight people stand on each side. These eight are all shrouded in black robes, wearing black masks on their faces, appearing like black Ghosts. These are all high-ranking figures of the Heavenly Sect, each possessing resounding fame and status in the pugilistic world, and each is a supreme expert.

Of course, more importantly, they do not know each other's identities.

To be more precise, the only one who knows their true identities beneath the masks is the Heavenly Sect Master.

And this is the most troublesome point for the righteous path, because no one knows if the elders or sect leaders of their own sects are members of the Heavenly Sect. The plans they painstakingly discussed were known to the Heavenly Sect before they could even be implemented. In the end, the Heavenly Sect would turn their own plans against them, causing them to lose both their investment and their soldiers; such things have happened several times before.

The mysterious Heavenly Sect Master sits on a chair carved with dragons and phoenixes, a curtain hanging down to block the gaze of the outside world.

Of course, absolutely no one dares to probe the appearance of the figure behind the curtain. Not only do they not dare to probe, they do not even dare to raise their heads, seemingly all very interested in their own toes.

"The plan for three days from now, I presume you are all very clear on." The Heavenly Sect Master's voice came from behind the curtain, languid, mysterious, and full of mystery, to the point where one could not even distinguish if it was male or female: "It is enough for you all to simply complete your own tasks well. I do not wish for any slip-ups. If there is even the slightest accident, you all know your own fates."

"Yes." All the black-robed figures lowered their heads.

"This time, we must severely damage the so-called Demon-Extermination Alliance, so that everyone knows. Those who submit to me shall prosper, and those who resist shall perish; dominating the pugilistic world, only my Heavenly Sect." The figure behind the curtain became increasingly grand, carrying a powerful and daunting majesty. All the black-robed figures could not help but lower their heads further, as if prostrating at the feet of a God.

"How overbearing." Just at this moment, a sound of clapping hands rang out.

Amidst the suspicious gazes of the crowd, a figure slowly strolled in from outside the door: "However, this Wanyou Shanzhuang seems to be my, Yu's, residence. You all are trespassing on private property; you are going to be dragged off by the government to be beaten with boards."

"Audacious, how dare you trespass into Wanyou Shanzhuang."

"Who is it!?" One by one, the black-robed figures fixed their gazes on Yu Liancheng, and some even had their robes billowing, as if they might strike at any moment. Others had their eyes flickering slightly, recognizing that this was the 'Heavenly Old Man' Yu Liancheng who had stirred up bloody storms in the pugilistic world in the past. Only, no one saw that the figure of the Heavenly Venerable behind the curtain seemed to sway for a moment.

"Young Master, why have you come?" The voice from behind the curtain sounded, but it was no longer neither male nor female, ethereal and unfathomable. Instead, it was like the light chirping of a kingfisher or the singing of an oriole, indescribably melodious and intoxicating. The eight black-robed figures were also shocked in their hearts, but no one dared to look at the space behind the curtain, instead lowering their heads even further.

Yu Liancheng sighed lightly: "If I did not come, who knows what kind of disaster you would have turned this pugilistic world into?"

"Giggle, Young Master is joking. A little woman like me, what kind of waves could I stir up? Furthermore, once one enters the pugilistic world, life and death are determined by fate; isn't that exactly what you, Young Master, said?" The voice behind the curtain said.

"Although those words are correct, they are not a reason for you to act recklessly." Yu Liancheng shook his head, his brows arching again: "Alright, stop hiding behind the curtain. We haven't seen each other for a while; come out and let's get close."

Immediately, a violent vortex seemed to appear before him, generating a powerful suction force.

A soft cry came from behind the curtain, and a white, graceful figure drifted out involuntarily from behind the curtain, falling into Yu Liancheng's embrace.

"Young Master, do you not understand how to cherish the fair and protect the fragile? You must use such rude methods to deal with a woman. If it were Sister Feng, would you have to use a different method?" With soft jade and warm fragrance in his arms, the crisp and melodious voice carried a hint of complaint. Then Yu Liancheng lowered his head and saw that it was indeed a green ghost-faced mask, revealing only a pair of eyes as bright as stars, yet there was a hint of a smile in them.

"She wouldn't be as bored as you." Yu Liancheng removed the mask of the woman in his arms, immediately revealing a stunningly beautiful face. This face was peerless, smiling like a flower, only the complexion was slightly pale. Especially when her moth-like brows were slightly knitted, she appeared even more like a weak willow in the wind, making one involuntarily feel love and pity.

Looking at such a beautiful face, I fear no one could believe that she is the legendary Heavenly Sect Master.

Yu Liancheng sighed again: "Bingbing, why are you so heartless."

The woman in his arms was none other than the younger sister of the former Geshu Tian, Geshu Bing, Bingbing, whom Yu Liancheng had rescued from beneath the precipitous cliffs.

Geshu Bing asked curiously: "How am I heartless?"

"With such a beautiful face, you actually hide it under a mask all day long; is that not heartless enough?" Yu Liancheng shook his head.

Geshu Bing could not help but burst into laughter: "So it turns out that in daily life, this is the kind of thing you, Young Master, say to Sister Feng, which is why Sister Feng is so devoted to you, Young Master."

Yu Liancheng's fingers lightly traced her smooth face: "Are you not devoted to me?"

Geshu Bing's pair of beautiful eyes seemed to contain autumn water, and her voice became very soft, as soft as a spring breeze: "For a man like you, Young Master, how could there be any woman in the world who is not devoted?"

The two were flirting, and although the sixteen black-robed figures felt monstrous waves in their hearts, they kept their heads lowered, staring fixedly at their own toes, as if there was something indescribably profound on the surface of their shoes.

Yu Liancheng said: "At first, I thought that the one controlling the Heavenly Sect was Young Master Xiao, but then I thought, although she has some methods and schemes, they are all petty tricks that cannot be brought into the light. More importantly, although her martial arts are not bad, I fear she is far from being able to suppress this group of experts."

Geshu Bing said gloomily: "The Heavenly Sect is, after all, my brother's life's work; I truly cannot bear to see it go to waste like this."

Yu Liancheng looked at Geshu Bing and said calmly: "I finally understand that you Geshu clan members all have some problems to some extent. Even though you appear flawless, you also have the ambition to dominate the pugilistic world."

Geshu Bing smiled like a flower, pure and bright: "Young Master is wrong. Everyone has ambition and desire. If a person truly has no desires, then they are no different from a dead person."

Hearing the other party refute him, Yu Liancheng finally began to seriously examine Geshu Bing. This pretty face had not changed in the slightest, still peerless.

But in her graceful bearing, there was a kind of awe-inspiring majesty that made people not dare to offend her in the slightest. He could not help but clap his hands and laugh: "It is truly said that 'living in a position changes one's spirit, and nourishing it changes one's body.' Bingbing, you are so imposing; I am almost afraid to talk to you."

Geshu Bing bowed in fear and trepidation: "Young Master is joking. Everything Bingbing has is bestowed by you, Young Master. If not for you, Young Master, Bingbing would have long since been buried beneath Sharen Ya."

Yu Liancheng suddenly changed the subject: "This Wanyou Shanzhuang was originally the property of Geshu Tian. I defeated him, and the winner possesses everything, so Wanyou Shanzhuang should now belong to my account. Do you agree?"

Geshu Bing lowered her head: "That is natural."

Yu Liancheng's gaze looked at the sixteen black-robed men again: "You are one thing, but they trespassed into private property without the consent of me, the owner. No matter how you look at it, it is a violation of the law."

Geshu Bing said: "I hope you, Young Master, will not be angry. I am willing to make up the rent for them."

"Make up the rent?" Yu Liancheng chuckled: "No need, I will collect it myself. It's just that I fear they will not be willing to pay this rent."

Geshu Bing said: "Young Master, if you want it, even if you take their heads, they would absolutely not be unwilling."

Yu Liancheng said: "Since that is the case, then I am relieved."

In the void, invisible and sharp thin lines seemed to appear, crisscrossing and circling the necks of the sixteen black-robed men. As Yu Liancheng's last word 'it' fell, the black lines tightened abruptly, cutting through skin and flesh. In an instant, heads flew into the sky, blood dripped down, and sixteen headless corpses immediately appeared in the exquisite and elegant hall.

"Young Master, calm your anger; Young Master, calm your anger."

Geshu Bing's pretty face changed color, her heart turned cold, and she knelt down.

She had originally spoken without thinking, but she had not expected that Yu Liancheng would actually want heads as rent.

More importantly, Yu Liancheng's methods were too strange and terrifying. One must know that these sixteen people were all top experts and prominent figures in the pugilistic world. Yet, with almost no power to resist, their heads were taken. If Yu Liancheng wanted to take her head, would it not also be as easy as turning over one's hand?

Yu Liancheng stroked her head: "Bingbing, do you know why I killed them?"

Geshu Bing said: "Because, because they trespassed into Wanyou Shanzhuang and offended you, Young Master..."

"That is just an excuse." Yu Liancheng said: "Actually, it was all for you, Bingbing."

"For me?" Geshu Bing was startled.

"I am afraid you will do something foolish, afraid you will let your imagination run wild." Yu Liancheng sighed: "If you were to act wildly in front of me because you control the Heavenly Sect, although I would be reluctant, I would have to destroy the flower with a ruthless hand. But I truly like you, so in order to prevent you from having such thoughts, I had no choice but to do this."

"Bingbing would not dare, Bingbing would not dare."

"Not daring is for the best." Yu Liancheng said calmly: "Whether it is the Heavenly Sect or the Demon-Extermination Alliance, both have more or less some connection to me. I have now retired from the pugilistic world, and my heart has softened; I truly do not wish to see both sides fight until the rivers run red and the pugilistic world becomes desolate. Furthermore, a heterodox force like the Heavenly Sect should not appear in the open. You understand what I mean, right?"

"... Bingbing, Bingbing understands."

"It is best that you understand, very good."

Three days later.

"The Heaven Sect is wreaking havoc on the martial arts world. Today, we shall storm Wanyou Shanzhuang to eliminate the Demon and defend the Dao."

"Kill!"

"Rid the martial arts world of this scourge!"

"

Three days later, the main force of the Demon-Eliminating Alliance attacked Wanyou Shanzhuang.

The two sides clashed, and as blood rained down, screams rang out incessantly.

Hidden weapons, poisoning, gang attacks, sneak attacks—all sorts of underhanded tactics were used on this blood-soaked battlefield without any restraint. They sought only to kill the enemy, using every means possible, stopping at nothing. Many righteous sect disciples who had descended the mountain for the first time, originally hoping to make a name for themselves in the pugilistic world, could not help but tremble all over when faced with this cruel slaughter, able to muster at most fifty or sixty percent of their true cultivation.

As Alliance Leader, Lianchengbi was also at the forefront. With a flick of his wrist, sword light flared, dancing like a wild silver dragon, twisting and changing in the air. The sword light flashed past several Heaven Sect disciples; these people felt a blur before their eyes, a pain in their throats, and then they plunged into boundless Darkness, everything falling into silence.

"Alliance Leader Lian's sword technique is truly brilliant."

"It can almost be considered the best in the world."

"Indeed, even the Heaven Elder Yu Liancheng of the past would likely be no better than this."

Others praised Lianchengbi's sword technique profusely upon seeing it. But Lianchengbi himself frowned secretly; not a single true expert from the Heaven Sect had appeared. According to his agreement with the Heaven Sect Master, the Heaven Sect experts should have suddenly appeared by now to severely injure the people from the Shaolin and Wudang sects, so that he could firmly seize power.

After nearly an hour of fighting, the Heaven Sect side, lacking top-tier experts to anchor their formation, finally began to collapse. After leaving behind a field of corpses, they retreated one after another.

Lianchengbi flicked his wrist to shake the blood off his sword and sheathed it. His gaze inadvertently swept toward the Shaolin and Wudang sects; the Heaven Sect experts had not appeared from beginning to end. With no other choice, he could only lead the experts of the Demon-Eliminating Alliance toward the heart of the villa.

Of course, as long as he could annihilate the Heaven Sect today, he could still sit securely in the position of Alliance Leader, though he would still be constrained by these two sects.

However, Lianchengbi always felt a faint sense of unease in his heart.

The situation with the Heaven Sect was indeed not quite right.

What exactly did the Heaven Sect Master want to do, and where were the Heaven Sect experts?

"Everyone has finally arrived, please come in quickly."

Just as the group was about to reach the main hall, a voice suddenly rang out.

Lianchengbi was suddenly startled; he was not at all unfamiliar with this voice.

Not only was he not unfamiliar with it, one could even say it was etched into his bones.

Pushing open the great doors, Lianchengbi stepped into the hall with long strides.

Taking a deep breath, as soon as he walked in, he saw the person who had stained his white jade.

—Yu Liancheng.

"Brother Lian, it has been many days, I have missed you dearly."

Yu Liancheng was sitting in the main seat of the hall, holding a wine cup, and raised it toward Lianchengbi from afar.

Behind Yu Liancheng stood a woman of extreme beauty, a beauty that could topple kingdoms, who was massaging his shoulders.

Whether it was Yu Liancheng or that woman, both were undoubtedly eye-catching figures.

But apart from Lianchengbi, everyone else who entered the hall was first drawn to something else—coffins.

Sixteen coffins.

They were arranged almost neatly on both sides, occupying most of the space in the hall. If the hall had not been vast, Lianchengbi and the others would likely have had no place to stand.

"Brother Lian, and all you righteous experts, please sit."

Yu Liancheng gestured with one hand, a faint smile on his lips, as if he were a hospitable host welcoming guests.