Chapter 830: Peerless Proud Twins

Inside the exquisite palace.

Lianxing stretched and rose lazily; after a night of spring breezes, her slightly slender phoenix eyes were half-open and half-closed, revealing a graceful and luxurious air amidst her charm.

As her gaze shifted, she saw she was the only one on the bed. As a supreme expert of the current age, she possessed a sense of awareness even while asleep. A brief recollection told her that her sister had been thoroughly disciplined by Yu Liancheng last night and had said many shameful things. And because her sister was extremely proud by nature, it seemed she had snuck out of bed before dawn and stumbled out of the main hall.

Yu Liancheng sat before a desk, not knowing what he was looking at.

Lianxing simply draped a piece of light gauze over herself and walked up, twisting her delicate body as she leaned into Yu Liancheng's embrace.

She looked up and saw that Yu Liancheng was reading the martial arts intelligence previously sent by Tie Pinggu.

She did not have much interest in affairs of the martial arts world, only occasionally checking news related to Hua Wuque, as he was, after all, the child she had raised from a young age.

At this moment, her interest was slightly piqued, and she began to read casually, laughing: "Who would have thought that the Demon-Slaying Hall you created on a whim would now possess more influence in the martial arts world than Yihua Palace."

Yu Liancheng chuckled: "I originally thought that without me as the Hall Master, this Demon-Slaying Hall would vanish into thin air, as I had only built a rudimentary framework back then. I never expected the few Divine Sword Envoys to do so well; over half a year has passed, and they have not only perfected the organizational structure but also accomplished twenty or so major feats, becoming a behemoth that strikes awe into both the righteous and the demonic paths."

As for the so-called Demon-Slaying Hall, if not for the intelligence delivered today, Yu Liancheng feared he would have forgotten it himself.

In years past, he had mentioned to Xiaoxiannv Zhang Jing that he wanted to create a force to uphold the righteous path. By doing so, he would gain fame and further control the Stone Gate (see Chapter 214 for details). This force was called the Demon-Slaying Hall, and besides Yu Liancheng as the Hall Master, there were six Divine Sword Envoys, such as Zhang Jing, Xiaoyuer, Hua Wuque, and others...

Back then, it was just a whim, and he had not spent much effort on it.

Yet, he did not expect that after he left, this Demon-Slaying Hall would not disband, but instead sweep across most of the martial arts world at an incredible speed. It was now the force with the loudest reputation and the most experts, even surpassing Yihua Palace by a margin. Of course, this was because Yihua Palace disciples rarely walked the martial arts world. Furthermore, the only current successor of Yihua Palace, Hua Wuque, was also a Divine Sword Envoy.

Lianxing shot Yu Liancheng a sidelong glance: "You, the Hall Master, act as a hands-off manager, while Wuxue, Xiaoyuer, and the others are left to toil and travel everywhere."

Yu Liancheng chuckled: "That is why my judgment is excellent; the few Divine Sword Envoys I chose are not only highly skilled in martial arts and full of strategies, but each is also diligent and responsible."

Lianxing's gaze swept over the intelligence, reading ten lines at a glance, when her brows suddenly furrowed slightly: "Wuxue and the others have encountered a thorny character recently; I fear they are in danger."

"Oh, who is it?"

"Pang Wen."

"…Don't know him. Where did this clown come from?"

"The Twelve Zodiacs, head of the Four Spirits." Lianxing's expression was slightly grave.

Yu Liancheng raised an eyebrow, a trace of interest emerging: "That can barely be considered a character. Back then, I killed most of the Twelve Zodiacs, but this head of the Four Spirits never showed his tracks."

Lianxing said solemnly: "He is far more than just 'barely a character.' This person's martial arts and schemes are not beneath Wei Wuya, and his movements are mysterious; almost no one in the world has seen his true face. Having stepped into the martial arts world again, he has found three supreme experts from somewhere, and in less than a month, they have committed forty-five major cases, throwing the martial arts world into a bloody storm."

Yu Liancheng laughed: "It seems Xiaoyuer has met his match."

Lianxing said: "Do you, the Hall Master, not intend to make a move and lend them a hand?"

Yu Liancheng chuckled: "I haven't really managed the affairs of the Demon-Slaying Hall; plum blossoms only gain their fragrance through bitter cold—young people must always experience some tempering."

Lianxing's red lips curled into a smile that was not quite a smile: "It seems Pang Wen is already preparing to send people to strike at Zhang Jing, and the person acting will likely be one of the Four Spirits."

Yu Liancheng's expression remained unchanged: "Of course, as the Hall Master, I cannot always be a figurehead; occasionally I should make a move or two, otherwise how can I deter the petty?"

Lianxing snorted coldly: "What, you want to go find your little sweetheart now?"

Yu Liancheng laughed: "Eh, can Fungong Lianxing also get jealous?"

Lianxing bit her lip, her pretty face slightly flushed: "You must know, I am also a girl, and there is no girl who does not get jealous, regardless of her status or position." Having said that, she turned and bit Yu Liancheng's ear—a very light bite; compared to her smooth, hard teeth, what could be felt more easily were her moist, soft lips.

"Rest assured, your little lover is in no danger. Her martial arts are not what they used to be; even if Pang Wen makes a move personally, he may not be able to capture her." Lianxing let go of Yu Liancheng's ear, her gaze flowing: "By the way, I want to ask you a question: it has clearly only been half a year, how has your martial arts become so powerful?"

Yu Liancheng laughed: "This is what Yao Yue wants to ask, right?"

Lianxing hooked her arms around Yu Liancheng's neck and said in a coquettish tone: "It is what my sister wants to ask, but I want to know too."

Yu Liancheng felt his bones soften and laughed: "You and Yao Yue are both peerless talents; if you had my opportunities, you might not lose to me by much. But unfortunately, limited by the heavens and earth, how can shallow water raise a Flood Dragon? Perhaps I can grant you a stroke of fortune to leave this shallow water."

"What..." Lianxing was about to say more, but Yu Liancheng swept the long desk clean and placed her upon it: "Matters of the future shall be dealt with in the future; for now, let us enjoy the moment."

From outside the hall came a hum as soft as a mosquito's, belonging to the slightly flushed Fungong Yao Yue.

She had originally wanted to see if Yu Liancheng and Lianxing were up, not expecting the two to be acting wildly again. Just as she was about to turn and leave, she felt her body grow light and drifted involuntarily toward the inside of the hall.

The spring scenery inside the hall was just right.

One day later.

The Stone Gate opened wide, the scenery shifted, and Yu Liancheng and the two Fungongs, Yao Yue and Lianxing, stepped into the Stone Gate together.

"Welcome to Great Shanghai."

This was a scene of prosperity; on the wide streets, people came and went, and shops stood in rows.

But whether it was the architectural style or the clothing and attire, it was entirely different from the era where Yao Yue and Lianxing resided.

Watching the two Fungongs with their small mouths slightly agape and expressions of astonishment, Yu Liancheng smiled slightly.

In the past, when roaming the martial arts world and traveling through the heavens, he often treated the Stone Gate as his greatest secret, never sharing it with others for fear of unexpected situations occurring or being coveted by some powerful existence.

But now, he had completely mastered the Stone Gate, and with his cultivation and strength, he did not worry about the situation of a child holding gold through a busy market. If there were truly any so-called unexpected situations, it would only pique his interest.