Chapter 69

You must know that transmitting one's internal strength to others is not something just anyone can do. Without a special Cultivation Method, even a Heavenly Immortal cannot manage it!

When a person dies, it is like a lamp going out; their Full body of skill will also dissipate with them. This is common knowledge in Wu Gong.

Otherwise, generation after generation, every faction would grow stronger like a rolling snowball, the entire Jianghu would have long since fallen into chaos, and the Central Region would not have been turned upside down by fighting?

Therefore, the probability of receiving Transmit skills from a high master is extremely small.

This future son-in-law truly has great fortune!

Even with Zhao Tianhao's steadiness, he could not help but feel envy at this moment.

Thinking of his own bitter cultivation day after day for ten years, which was not even as good as someone else's opportunity, he wanted to shed a handful of bitter tears.

As for Zhao Mengjiao beside him, there was no need to mention it; the flames of jealousy in her eyes almost burned her blind.

Having resolved Zhao Tianhao's doubts, Jiang Sishui chatted with him while climbing the mountain.

Unlike before, the relationship between the two had completely become one of equals; Jiang Sishui no longer had to stand a head shorter than him.

At the same time, he would openly display his romance with Zhao Qiying, without needing to conceal it or fear obstruction.

And all these changes stemmed from the confidence of strength.

Zhao Tianhao had not opposed it before, so now it was even more impossible for him to play the villain; naturally, he let the two young people do as they pleased.

Thus, the two men, one old and one young, talked more and more congenially.

Actually, having obtained the opportunity at Leigu Mountain, the best choice would be to go straight down the mountain and leave, avoiding this "vortex."

As for Ding Chunqiu, he could easily be killed a few days later.

But Jiang Sishui owed Wu Wu Ya Zi a great debt, and having accepted the Paidezhang Sect ring of the Xiaoyao Sect, he naturally could not sit idly by while Su Suxinghe and other disciples died at Ding Chunqiu's hands.

Therefore, he must still attend today's "Zhenlongqi Society"!

As for how to go, that was another question that needed thinking.

Should he show his true face, climb the mountain openly, and stand behind Su Suxinghe and others to give them support?

Doing so would indeed be impressive, but would it not be directly telling others that he had gained great benefits at Leigu Mountain?

After all, just last night he was merely an ordinary person with no internal strength.

By then, surely someone would be envious and seek trouble with him.

To say nothing of others, the one who received his sword strike, Jiumozhi, would not let it go.

Or should he hide his identity, sneak up the mountain, and intervene as an outsider only when necessary?

This would indeed avoid too much trouble for the time being, but there are few walls in the world that do not leak; the matter of his gaining benefits at Leigu Mountain would sooner or later be exposed.

At that time, not only would he lose his own sharpness for nothing, but he would also ruin the reputation of the Xiaoyao Sect.

The Paidezhang Sect of the Xiaoyao Sect, a dignified figure, being so timid and afraid of this and that, would sound truly unpleasant if it were spread abroad.

Thinking of this, Jiang Sishui had no more hesitation.

He realized he was just too cautious, always looking before and after, but there was actually no need for that.

With the "Sunlight Golden Wheel" protecting him, why think so much?

Go up and just do it!

He would not only fear no one's provocation, but also, in front of the heroes, forcefully kill the traitor Ding Chunqiu and display the prestige of the Xiaoyao Sect!

If being a Paizhang Sect required hiding one's head and tail, what talk of hegemony was there?

At this moment, Jiang Sishui strengthened his belief in being a hero.

The chessboard was carved into a large He Shi Bi, with intersecting vertical and horizontal lines above; the black and white pieces were all crystal and glowing, with over a hundred of each.

On two large green stones not far away, two people sat separately.

One was Su Suxinghe, and the other was none other than Shen Lang.

Surrounding them were over a hundred heroes who had come to attend the gathering.

Of course, this did not mean that only these people had come to Leigu Mountain; it was just that considering the crowd would be too cramped, many had been driven down early this morning.

Only those whose identity, status, or strength was recognized in at least one aspect could go up to watch the game.

This was also the reason why Zhao Tianhao had brought only his two daughters up.

Su Suxinghe picked up a black piece and made a move; suddenly, his eyebrows shot up, as if he saw a wonderful and urgent change in the game.

Meanwhile, Shen Lang held a white piece in his hand but pondered without placing it.

At this moment, Jiang Sishui and the other three walked up calmly and naturally.

Most people present were watching the game between Su Suxinghe and Shen Lang, but some still turned their heads to look.

Jiumozhi's face even flashed with a trace of ferocity as he darted forward to block the way.

075 Jiumozhi: The little monk's face is impenetrable to blades and arrows.

Zhao Tianhao was an old hand; he saw at a glance that the foreign monk before him had ill intentions. He pressed his right hand on his sword hilt and asked in a deep voice, "Where does the master come from?"

Jiumozhi clasped his hands together, wore a smile, and maintained a solemn appearance, saying, "I am the little monk Jiumozhi. Is this the Chief Escort Zhao of the Central Plains Escort Agency?"

Zhao Tianhao held his sword and returned the greeting, "It is indeed this Zhao. I wonder what instruction the master has come to give?"

Jiumozhi glanced at Jiang Sishui and frowned slightly.

Just now, as soon as he recognized Jiang Sishui, anger rose in his heart, and he jumped out impatiently, yet he had failed to notice the change in him.

Now, looking closely from near, he found Jiang Sishui's steps were light, his countenance radiant, and there was an invisible aura on his body that even made him feel a wave of pressure.

"Strange, how does he have internal strength again?"

Jiumozhi's heart was filled with shock and doubt; he even suspected whether he had seen things wrong last night, mistaking Jiang Sishui for an ordinary person.

However, thinking of Jiang Sishui's sword strike last night, he could not rule out that he possessed some extremely high-level disguise Wu Gong and actually already harbored Wu Gong skills.

"So what if he has Wu Gong? At most, he is a Grandmaster. What do I have to fear?"

With this thought, Jiumozhi's heart became greatly settled. Looking at Jiang Sishui, he said, "This benefactor and the little monk truly have a connection. May I borrow a step to speak, so the little monk may thank you for last night's 'kindness'?"

Gratitude?

Zhao Tianhao and his two daughters looked on in confusion; could this foreign monk have come to reminisce?

Yet Jiang Sishui knew that Bumo Zhi was speaking in reverse, and he could not help but laugh.

When they had first ascended the mountain, Zhao Qiying had taught Jiang Sishui a basic technique for concealing one's aura; Jiang Sishui learned and applied it immediately, which is why Bumo Zhi failed to discern his realm.

Did they think to treat him like a soft persimmon?

It was too late!

Hearing Jiang Sishui's laughter, Bumo Zhi found it grating to the ear; his anger grew, yet his expression remained unchanged, maintaining a polite smile.

He invited once more: "This benefactor, please follow this monk to another place."

Jiang Sishui asked with a smile: "Master, you say that I owe you a debt of gratitude, yet how is it that I know nothing of such a matter?"

Bumo Zhi sighed: "Alas, benefactor, you are truly a person of high status with a forgetful memory; how could you have forgotten what happened just last night?"

As he spoke, he extended his right arm, revealing a half-foot-long bloodstain, and said: "Is this not bestowed by the benefactor? This kindness and this favor, this monk has kept firmly in mind, never forgetting them for a moment."

Seeing this, Zhao Tianhao and the other two instinctively looked toward Bumo Zhi's injured right arm.

However, just as their attention shifted and scattered, with a "Zeng" of sword-song, Jiang Sishui's long sword had already left its scabbard, its tip thrust forward with incredible speed!

Ding—

A faint sound rang out; the blade trembled slightly, as if struck heavily by some force.

"Breaking Qi Form!"

Zhao Qiying's pupils contracted; knowing Jiang Sishui had been attacked, she immediately drew her sword.

"What a cunning and shameless foreign monk!"

Zhao Tianhao, his face twisted in rage, reacted even faster; his Seven Stars Sword left its scabbard, a wave of sword qi sweeping horizontally, ruthlessly cleaving straight at Bumo Zhi's face.

Bumo Zhi did not parry; while his figure retreated swiftly to evade, his eyes remained fixed unblinkingly on Jiang Sishui, his expression still bearing shock.

At that moment, a timid voice suddenly spoke: "Ah, it is our temple's 'Formless Calamity Finger'! Senior Brother Wuhua, how does this master also know our Shaolin ultimate technique?"

Those who had originally been watching the chess game had long been startled by the commotion here; hearing the words, they turned to look and saw that the speaker was a young monk of extremely ugly appearance.

It was none other than Xu Zhu.

And beside Xu Zhu stood a young monk clad in moon-white robes, his eyes bright as stars, his lips red and teeth white, his face as fair as a young maiden.

His expression was gentle and refined, his temperament otherworldly and free, forming a stark contrast with the Xu Zhu beside him.

Two monks, one ugly and one beautiful, were plainly two extremes.

This person was one of the foremost talents of the younger generation at Shaolin Temple—the Wondrous Monk Wuhua.

Hearing Xu Zhu's words, Wuhua's brows furrowed slightly; he sighed, "It is merely a thing that seeks to fight and contend for strength; what does it matter? Why bother with so much calculation?"

His tone was gentle, carrying a sense of compassion for the suffering of the world; having spoken, he shifted his gaze, as if unwilling to let the world's fighting and killing soil his eyes.

Xu Zhu sheepishly scratched the back of his head and, ashamed, uttered an "Oh."