Chapter 806

In fact, Liu Jingyi had never met Zhang Danfeng, nor had he ever met Huiming.

But after Han Zhibang and Wu Yuanying became his disciples, they would come down the mountain from time to time to visit their families at Wu Zhuang.

Take Wu Yuanying for example—a year before entering the northern branch of Tianshan Sect, she was still a martial artist of no rank.

Yet after just one year, she had not only advanced to the realm of a first-rate expert, but also mastered a set of Heavenly Waterfall Sword Art.

Even Liu Jingyi himself, facing her, would find it a great headache.

Liu Jingyi asked himself: he could absolutely never have devised such a brilliant sword art.

Nor could he have made a woman of no rank grow to a first-rate realm in a single year.

From this, the might of Tianshan Sect could be glimpsed.

"What? So this is Wu Yuanying's sect?"

Qiu Dongluo wore a look of utter shock as he turned to Liu Jingyi and asked,

"Big Brother, last night Wu Yuanying and that Fu Qingzhu came together, spreading wild talk to fool us into leaving.

Looking at it now, the old dynasty's Ministry of Justice and this Tianshan Sect are already in cahoots.

Detestable, hateful!

I'll just—"

The more Qiu Dongluo spoke, the angrier he grew, and on the spot he wanted to grab his blade and find someone to go make trouble for Tianshan Sect.

Liu Jingyi, hearing what he said, also furrowed his brow deeply.

He had watched Wu Yuanying grow up since childhood, and he also knew well of Fu Qingzhu's chivalrous reputation.

How could this Fu Qingzhu possibly collude with Tianshan Sect and plot against Wu Zhuang?

Besides, if it were really so, then given Tianshan Sect's strength, wouldn't they have no need to act in secret?

"Zhuang Lord, Second Zhuang Lord, trouble!"

Just as the two were conferring, a Zhuang servant came running over, shouting in panic.

"Eh? Xiaoyi, what is it?"

Liu Jingyi's heart stirred; he flew to the man's side, channeled a stream of true Qi into him to steady his breathing.

"Zhuang Lord, Second Zhuang Lord, trouble—a group of strange-looking, fierce, vicious people have come from the west.

They're threatening to force their way into the Zhuang! The brothers saw how terrifying they looked and tried to block them.

A bald-headed one suddenly flew into a rage and just—"

At this point, Xiaoyi paused to catch his breath again.

"Just what?"

Liu Jingyi's heart gave a sudden lurch as he listened.

Could it really be that Tianshan Sect had sent people to deal with Wu Zhuang?

And at the slightest disagreement, they had already injured someone?

"Just what, what! Big Brother, the enemy has already come knocking at our door—why all the fuss?

Come on, come with me, let's teach these outsiders a thing or two."

This last remark, however, was directed at the Zhuang servants gathered around watching.

These Zhuang servants had long been piecing together bits and pieces, guessing that something seemed to have happened at the Zhuang.

And because of Xiaoyi's little pause, they too assumed someone had been hurt.

At Qiu Dongluo's rallying cry, the Zhuang servants all grabbed their weapons and, shouting, followed him in a great, surging mass toward the west to do battle.

Liu Jingyi, seeing the situation, naturally did not press Xiaoyi any further.

He could only leap up, gather his Qi, and follow the main body as they rushed toward the west.

Wu Zhuang had roughly a thousand people; the Zhuang ran east to west, narrow and long.

From east to west, if one had no Wu Gong and could only run, it would take at least the time of an incense stick.

But Liu Jingyi and the others all more or less had Wu Gong to rely on.

It took no great effort before they had reached the west.

Looking ahead, the west was in an uproar—many Zhuang servants, clutching all manner of farm tools and weapons, were surrounding a group of people.

Liu Jingyi, sharp-eyed, spotted Han Zhibang, Wu Yuanying, and Fu Qingzhu at a single glance.

His heart stirred, and he immediately knew that this group was most likely from Tianshan Sect, the disciples under Northern-Branch Master Chan Huiming.

On the spot he sped up again, and with a single flip landed right in the middle of the crowd.

"Quiet—what's going on?"

As Zhuang Lord of Wu Zhuang and Helmsman of the Northwest Branch of the Heaven and Earth Society, Liu Jingyi's prestige within Wu Zhuang was beyond compare.

Now that he had arrived on the scene, the Zhuang servants who had been itching for action, nearly on the verge of open bloodshed, gradually fell silent.

"Zhuang Lord, it was them—they struck and broke our flagpole."

A Zhuang servant pointed at the half of a flagpole by the Zhuang's western gate, and said indignantly to Liu Jingyi.

That section of flagpole had originally borne Wu Zhuang's banner.

Now it had been sliced clean through by a sharp blade—the attackers were clearly this very group before them.

He swept another glance and found that apart from the flagpole, there were no other losses, no one injured.

Liu Jingyi could not help but let out a breath of relief, and gave the Zhuang servant a nod to show he understood.

Then he turned his gaze upon the group before him.

He found that, counting Fu Qingzhu, Han Zhibang, and Wu Yuanying, there were seven people in all.

Each of them had a precious sword either in hand or at the waist.

Among them was one with a shaved, gleaming bald head, whose features too were filled with a beastly savagery.

Clearly, the one who had struck out and sliced the flagpole was most likely him.

"Weiqing Sect…"

Liu Jingyi cupped his hands toward the seven men and inquired.

"Master Liu, we have come down from Tianshan, here especially to rescue Guizhuang from its calamity."

The one who answered was neither the cold-faced man at the head nor Hearing Fu Qingzhu, but a fellow who looked like a scholar.

"My name is Yang Yuncong, and this is our sect's senior disciple-brother, Chu Zhaonan."

As he spoke, he began making introductions — that cold-faced man was indeed Chu Zhaonan.

Then he pointed at the bald man: "He is Xin Longzi!"

He pointed again at a fair-skinned young gentleman: "This is Mu Lang!"

"These few, I imagine Master Liu already knows them."

Hearing Fu Qingzhu, Han Zhibang, and Wu Yuanying — Liu Jingyi naturally knew them.

Liu Jingyi saw his manner was friendly, and could not help but nod.

"I have met you all, heroes of Tianshan. You say you have come to lift the calamity at our estate, but I do not know what…"

"You villain! You cut down our banner and still pretend to be a good man — take this blade!"

At this moment, Qiu Dongluo arrived late.

He had also overheard the exchange between Yang Yuncong and Liu Jingyi, but in his fury he would not be reasoned with.

Suspended in midair, borrowing the momentum, he brought his blade down in a single slash from above.

"Dongluo…"

Liu Jingyi's face changed drastically — he had never expected Qiu Dongluo to suddenly strike at this moment.

At present, Qiu Dongluo's slash, though it seemed to hold no particular subtlety.

Yet it was ultimately unexpected, and bore more than a hint of a sneak attack.

If he let it pass without interference, whether it could wound the heroes of Tianshan was hard to say, but it would certainly cost Wu Estate its face.

In his heart he hesitated over whether he should step in and stop Qiu Dongluo.

Roar!

Suddenly, from level ground came the sound of Long Yin.

The next instant, a streak of sword-light flashed into being.

It hacked fiercely toward Qiu Dongluo's descending slash.

Though Qiu Dongluo's slash was unexpected and came from high above.