Chapter 112

The Qingcheng Sect Leader was secretly happy, and the crowd stepped into that fork in the road.

Not long after entering this cave, a thick, putrid smell came, making Li Miao frown.

"It should be those few grave robbers who didn't escape," Lao Qifeng said.

The crowd walked forward for a distance and sure enough saw corpses lying helter-skelter on the ground.

Just as one person was about to step forward to check, he was stopped by Lao Qifeng.

"Don't get close; there isn't even a large living creature in this karst cave; these people must have been harmed by Gu insects."

That person realized and thanked him hurriedly.

The crowd bypassed the corpses and continued forward.

At first it was extremely narrow, only allowing one person to pass; after walking a few dozen more steps, it suddenly opened up.

They had actually entered a cave that was a hundred zhang square.

Just as they entered the cave, they heard the Kongtong Sect Leader exclaim: "There are words on the stone wall!"

Drawing the crowd to look hurriedly.

They saw that on the stone wall, it was densely written with characters.

Li Miao scanned it up and down and recited a few sentences silently.

"Zen Sect of Wu Gong, Wedding Dress Divine Art. To use its benefits, first blunt its edge..."

He had deduced the "Li Family Wedding Dress Divine Art" from the remnant copy of the Wedding Dress Divine Art, so he could naturally judge its authenticity.

What Li Miao didn't expect was that what was on this stone wall was the truly authentic Wedding Dress Divine Art! The kind you could practice directly!

Everyone present was an expert; looking at the words on the stone wall, their true energy circulated accordingly, and they immediately reached the same conclusion—it was real!

Once this conclusion was reached, the crowd didn't feel joy at first, but instead, one after another, circulated their true energy, gripped their weapons, and scanned those around them.

People die for wealth, birds die for food.

Not everyone in this world has good luck. Those with good bones might not be able to enter a major sect, and those with kind hearts might not be able to enter a righteous sect. Most people practice martial arts that are actually just "making do."

Just speaking of the people present, there were at least five or six who had been hovering at the second-class level because they didn't have good martial arts suitable for themselves, and they had never been able to make any progress.

For them, a divine art was enough to become a reason for bloodshed, infighting, or even betraying their sect.

Not to mention there were three lone first-class experts; even if they had no thoughts on the divine art, they had to guard against these major sects killing them to silence them.

In an instant, the false unity tacitly maintained by the crowd fell apart.

Li Miao smiled, reached out to pull Yin Yin Minjun, and stepped aside: "Elder Yin and I will not participate in this matter; everyone, please do as you wish."

"Great Master, I won't help you."

Yong Jie put his hands together and bowed to Li Miao: "The monk is already breaking the precepts; I dare not trouble the benefactor. Life and death are fated; even if the monk is to die, the benefactor doesn't need to intervene."

He was afraid someone would recognize his voice, so he had always kept his mouth shut; only now did he speak.

Immediately, the Kongtong Sect Leader frowned and looked at him: "Your voice sounds like an old friend of mine."

Yong Jie lowered his joined hands and straightened his back.

He didn't come here as Shaolin's Yong Jie, but as Tu Qingcang, to compete for the opportunity. At this point, the truth was out, and there was no need to pretend anymore.

A series of bone-popping sounds rang out from his body, and Yong Jie's figure seemed to grow taller by a few inches in an instant. He clenched his fists and said in a deep voice to the Kongtong Sect Leader: "Sect Leader Liu, long time no see."

"It's you! Tu Qingcang! You're not dead yet!"

As soon as the Kongtong Sect Leader said this, the people from the Emei and Qingcheng sects also immediately looked at Yong Jie, showing hostility.

These three sects all had grudges against Yong Jie.

"Thanks for your concern, I am indeed not dead, and today I will compete with you all for this divine art," Yong Jie said.

The Kongtong Sect Leader swallowed his saliva and turned to look at the people from Emei and Qingcheng.

"Everyone, this Tu fellow is a peak expert; he was arrogant and ruthless back then and will definitely not let us go. Why don't we join forces to kill him first, avenge our grudges, and then discuss the rest!"

The leader of the Emei Sect was an elder; he looked at Yong Jie and nodded.

The Qingcheng Sect Leader felt that if he didn't kill Yong Jie, his own scheme would be hard to succeed, so he also nodded.

The three sects had thirteen people. Six first-class, seven second-class, against one peak expert; the outcome was still unknown.

Li Miao, however, smiled.

He said the first time he saw Yong Jie that Yong Jie was a first-class expert, not a peak expert.

Because the true energy in his body was clearly the foundation of Shaolin's direct lineage, similar to Liu Baiyun's. He was afraid he had wasted his own martial arts back then and switched to practicing Shaolin techniques.

But Li Miao was not worried that Yong Jie would die.

Ordinary Jianghu fighting is not playing cards; the one with the higher points won't necessarily win.

Being able to do what ordinary people cannot is what makes a genius.

A struggle of life and death is decided in a single line!

In an instant, the Kongtong Sect Leader lunged forward, and a "Seven-Injury Fist" struck toward Yong Jie's face!

The Emei elder hid behind him, and his long sword thrust out a "Seven-Kill Sword Technique."

This sword technique is the Emei Sect's town-protecting sword technique, divided into seven stages, with seven swords in each stage; every sword is extremely vicious and ruthless, and every move points to Yong Jie's fatal acupuncture points.

The Qingcheng Sect Leader used a "Heaven-Escaping Sword," appearing in front and then behind, the sword light flickering, weaving through the gaps in the moves of the two people in front, blocking Yong Jie's space to maneuver.

All three were first-class experts who had been famous for a long time and were all mixing in the southern Ordinary Jianghu, understanding the strengths and weaknesses of each other's sect martial arts. In an instant, they formed a coordination.

Facing this offensive that few in the Ordinary Jianghu could receive, Yong Jie laughed loudly: "Well done!"

He didn't retreat or dodge, but headed straight toward the Kongtong Sect Leader in front, countering with a punch!

Boom!

A muffled sound.

Thump, thump, thump, thump—

The Kongtong Sect Leader retreated several steps to unload the force, his right hand trembling, and he looked at Yong Jie abruptly.

"He is no longer a peak expert! We can take him down today!" he shouted.

Yong Jie's mouth and nose were bleeding, but his figure hadn't retreated half a step.

In the clash just now, both being first-class, Yong Jie suffered a loss.

The Kongtong Sect Leader retreated to unload the force, but Yong Jie took the "Seven-Injury Fist" head-on.

The Seven-Injury Fist is an internal injury fist technique that harms others and oneself, damaging the heart, lungs, and intestines; Yong Jie took it head-on and immediately suffered internal injuries.

Was he being arrogant?

No, he couldn't retreat.

This wasn't a fair duel, but a fight of one against many. If he retreated to unload the force like the Kongtong Sect Leader, his figure would be scattered, making it difficult to block the joint killing moves of the other two first-class experts.

No sooner said than done, the sword moves of the Qingcheng and Emei sects arrived in front of Yong Jie.

"Hahaha—" Yong Jie laughed wildly.

His left fist raised suddenly, smashing a punch onto the Emei elder's sword body; his right fist struck from bottom to top toward the Qingcheng Sect Leader's temple, attacking where the enemy must save!

Clang!

Swish—

Two sounds rang out at the same time.

The Emei elder's sword tip was knocked high, but he took advantage of the situation, turned straight down, and a "Force-Splitting Mount Hua" slashed toward Yong Jie's head!

Yong Jie's right arm was slashed with a deep wound, and blood was spraying out.

The Qingcheng Sect Leader had ducked to avoid that punch, thrusting his long sword upward, wounding Yong Jie's right arm. Afterward, he immediately used a "Zhong Kui Gouging Eyes" move, thrusting toward Yong Jie's eyes.

Behind, the Kongtong Sect Leader adjusted his breathing for a moment and also killed his way over.

The other disciples of the three sects were also wandering around, their gazes scanning Yong Jie, waiting for a flaw to make him unable to attend to everything.

(End of chapter)