Sword from Songshan

Chapter 117 The sun rises in the east, and I am the only one who is undefeated

In early July, with only one and a half months left before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ding Mian suddenly led his men down the mountain.

When Huashan was looking for the exquisite sword moves of the Five Mountains, the Demon Cult took the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, causing many casualties among the five sects. In return for their efforts, they attacked the White Tiger Hall, but returned empty-handed.

Ding Mian went down the mountain this time to unite the "deputy leaders" of various factions to take revenge on the Demon Cult for the second time, threatening to inflict a heavy blow to the Demon Cult!
It was said that it was a reward for the dead and injured disciples of the Five Mountains, but everyone could see that he was just trying to establish his prestige and win votes to keep his power in charge of punishment.

The person in charge of the execution was chosen based on prestige. Lu Nanxing was currently very popular, and Zuo Lengchan was deliberately partial to him, so Ding Mian had almost no chance of winning.

Either kill Lu Nanxing, whether before or after the selection, not only can he regain power, but he will also eliminate a powerful enemy for Ding Mian.

This is exactly what Zuo Lengchan intended.

But how easy is it to kill Lu Nanxing?

Before, Fei Bin and Le Hou joined forces with the Demon Cult, but they had not killed him.

What's more, at this critical juncture, Lu Nanxing was extremely cautious. Not to mention going down the mountain, he even rarely left his courtyard, so there was no chance to kill him.

If he couldn't kill him, he could only surpass Lu Nanxing in prestige, and he had to crush him! After all, as the head of the sect, even if Zuo Lengchan wanted to favor Lu Nanxing, he couldn't do it too obviously.

But Lu Nanxing has been too popular recently, and it is really not easy to overshadow him.

"Where does the confidence come from?"

Hearing Zhao Guangjin's report, Lu Nanxing couldn't help but sneer.

They actually formed a 'Deputy Sect Leader Alliance', but if they want to overwhelm the current Lu Nanxing in momentum, it is not as simple as wiping out some demon sect forces and killing one or two elders.

If Ding Mian wanted to match Lu Nanxing's heroic feat of turning the tide and saving the heroes in Hengshan City, he would either have to kill Dongfang Bubai or burn down the Black Wood Cliff.

These two things, let alone his makeshift team of the "Deputy Leader Alliance", even if the five factions tried their best, I am afraid they would not be able to accomplish them.

In fact, if Ding Mian succeeds and keeps his power over punishment, he won't have to fight with Lu Nanxing, which would be the best thing.

But it's too difficult.

There was still a month and a half left, and Lu Nanxing was too lazy to think too much and continued to practice sword.

"put!"

With a light shout, countless arrows and hidden weapons of all kinds were shot towards him in a disorderly manner from all over the courtyard.

Lu Nanxing held the Juque in his hand, and his moves were like flowing water, either dodging or wrapping up the hidden weapons.

As the military strategist said: There is no constant position of troops, just as there is no constant shape of water.

Although it is about the art of war, the example of water reveals the characteristics of water: it avoids high places and flows downwards, and its flow is controlled by the terrain, so water has no fixed shape.

To put it bluntly, it means adjusting oneself according to external changes so as to adapt to any environment.

Lu Nanxing arranged forty or fifty people in various places in the courtyard. There was almost no extra space except for standing space, and they all released hidden weapons at him.

Through this complex and disordered "environment", one can experience the ever-changing shape of water and thus achieve the goal of practicing water sword power.

Of course, Lu Nanxing was practicing sword skills, not seeking death.

All hidden weapons have their tips and edges cut, and with the protection of the internal energy, even if you cannot counter them with the water sword force, it will not hurt when they hit your body.

"Not even close."

Just now, more than a dozen hidden weapons hit his body. Lu Nanxing frowned slightly. He still had a long way to go if he wanted to master the water sword style.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Just practice. After reviewing the previous drill, Lu Nanxing took a deep breath and asked someone to release the hidden weapon again.

After practicing hard day and night, more than a month passed in a blink of an eye. The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and Ding Mian still hadn't returned.

For a while, people in Songshan Sect were talking about it, thinking that Ding Mian thought he could not defeat Lu Nanxing, so in order to save face, he simply did not show up.

Zuo Lengchan did not react to this.

What he wanted was to hand over the power of sentencing to Lu Nanxing, thereby completely intensifying the conflict between Ding Mian and Lu Nanxing. It would be easier to do so without Ding Mian's presence.

"Definitely win!"

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhao Guangjin and others were full of excitement.

Ding Mian still hasn't come back, so we can say victory is already a sure thing!

I had been bullied by Ding Mian's faction before, but now it's finally over.

They all looked cold and arrogant, waiting for Lu Nanxing to take over the power of criminal law so that they could retaliate against Ding Mian's faction!
In contrast, Lu Nanxing frowned.

From today onwards, Ding Mian will fight him to the death!
"The big boss is back!"

As it was almost noon, someone suddenly came to report.

Ding Mian is back?
In the main hall, Zuo Lengchan summoned all the guards and senior disciples to prepare for the festival. Suddenly, they heard that Ding Mian had returned, and they were all shocked. They thought Ding Mian had deliberately not returned for the sake of face, so how could he have returned in time?

But now it’s time, what’s the point of coming back?

Was he going to attack Lu Nanxing immediately after Zuo Lengchan’s announcement?
If this is the case, it would be a bit too hasty.

For a moment, Lu Nanxing's subordinates couldn't help but become nervous. Correspondingly, Ding Mian's faction was rubbing their hands in preparation with sneering expressions on their faces.

"I am back!"

Just when everyone was feeling nervous, Ding Mian shouted and strode into the hall.

He was covered in dust, and it was obvious that he was in a hurry to get back.

But he was in good spirits, with a proud and complacent smile on his face. No matter how you looked at him, he didn't look like a loser.

Looking at Lu Nanxing beside him, Ding Mian sneered.

"Junior Brother Ding."

Zuo Lengchan sat there, pondered for a moment, and then asked.

"This time we attacked the Demon Cult and gained something."

"Of course! We are not like some people who go down the mountain and get nothing done!"

Ding Mian snorted lightly, then opened the bag in his hand.

It was a wooden box. When the box was opened, a human head was found.

Head?

Everyone speculated that it might be the head of a cult leader or elder.

Taking a closer look, he had a full beard and a strong and majestic appearance, but he looked to be around 30 years old. So young, he might not be an elder, perhaps just an incense master or something like that.

If this is the case, Ding Mian did gain something from this trip.

But compared to Lu Nanxing's recent popularity, just killing a small leader of the Demon Cult is not enough.

Zuo Lengchan smiled and asked intentionally.

"What position does this person hold in the Demonic Cult?"

"Hey, this man's name is Yang Lianting, and he's the chief steward of the Demon Cult!"

"who!"

Lu Nanxing, who had looked calm just now, suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Ding Mian in shock.

"Who did you just say he was?"

"Humph!"

Ding Mian snorted coldly and ignored Lu Nanxing.

The rest of the people were also stunned. What position was the chief steward?
Zuo Lengchan frowned slightly and asked again.

"How does it compare to the incense master?"

"The incense master? Haha, the incense master is nothing in front of him."

Ding Mian snorted coldly, his smug look evident on his face, and then he explained.

"The so-called chief steward is the person who is in charge of everything. Even the ten elders of the Demon Cult have to look at his face and follow his orders. His status is second only to the leader Dongfang Bubai!"

“Only below the Invincible East!”

"Take charge of everything!"

"Isn't this the deputy headmaster? No, the deputy leader?"

When people heard what Ding Mian said, there was an uproar in the hall.

Could it be that this head belongs to the second-in-command of the Demon Cult?

If this is the case, Ding Mian really did something big.

You have to know that in the battle between the righteous and the evil sects, the highest-ranking person who has been killed on the other side is only an elder.

If Ding Mian really killed the chief steward who was equivalent to the deputy leader, it would be an unprecedented and great achievement!
"Great!"

"As expected of you, you are the Great Protector!"

After coming to their senses, Ding Mian's faction was greatly excited for a moment.

Such an achievement is enough to surpass Lu Nanxing!

"Big Taibao!"

Lu Nanxing's face was as gloomy as water, and he suddenly shouted loudly.

"How did you kill Yang Lianting!"

"Fifth Guardian! Do I need to report to you how I killed this man?"

Ding Mian glared at Lu Nanxing with his eyes spitting fire, and then sneered.

In his opinion, Lu Nanxing couldn't stand losing and was deliberately looking for trouble.

"good."

Zuo Lengchan spoke with a serious expression. "This person's identity is extraordinary. If the Grand Protector can't explain it clearly, it will be hard for people to believe it."

"Since the master asked, I will tell you."

Ding Mian chuckled and narrated.

"After coming down the mountain, I joined forces with the Hengshan and Taishan sects and headed for Hebei. I ambushed outside the Blackwood Cliff for more than ten days, and finally waited for this beast to come out, and then I killed it!"

"that is it?"

Lu Nanxing's face was full of suspicion and he asked quickly.

"If he was the chief steward of the Demon Cult, how could he be killed so easily?"

"Although he holds a high position of power, his martial arts skills are average. He does have some guards around him, but good prevails over evil, and we ambushed him in advance, so we were able to kill him."

"Still not right!"

Lu Nanxing frowned and continued to ask.

"As the chief steward, he must be extremely cautious. How did you know his whereabouts?"

"I naturally have my sources of intelligence."

"What source of information!"

"I don't need to explain this to you!"

Ding Mian snorted coldly and glared at Lu Nanxing.

"Big Taibao."

Zuo Lengchan spoke again in a low voice.

"If you can't explain the source of the intelligence, how can you convince the public?"

"...Humph, there's nothing you can't say!"

Ding Mian frowned, snorted coldly, and then said this.

"It's information given by the court."

"Court!"

For a moment, everyone was in an uproar.

In other words, Ding Mian used the power of the imperial court to kill Yang Lianting.

"The demon cult is a monster, and anyone can kill him. So what if he uses the power of the imperial court?"

"That's right! The imperial court was used by us, and those killed were the demons of the Demon Cult, which further demonstrated the power of the Grand Protector!"

Ding Mian's faction spoke up one after another, as if it was a matter of course.

Although colluding with the imperial court does not sound good, it does not violate anything.

Moreover, killing the chief of the Demon Cult was already a groundbreaking achievement.

Even Zuo Lengchan couldn't use this to blame Ding Mian.

"Why didn't the Grand Protector explain it more clearly? I think it was the East Factory."

Lu Nanxing snorted lightly, his voice was cold.

Ding Mian frowned and looked at Lu Nanxing with an increasingly cold gaze, but he did not refute.

Not only did he collude with the imperial court, but he was also a castrated dog? Everyone was embarrassed again, but they could only pretend they didn't hear it.

"really."

Lu Nanxing let out a long sigh. He was once again being plotted against by the East Factory, and this time, he was afraid that he would be in big trouble.

Who is Yang Lianting? He is not only the chief of the Demon Cult, but also Dongfang Bubai's lover and his only weakness!
In the original novel, even though the four masters Ren Woxing, Linghu Chong, Xiang Wentian, and Shangguan Yun fought hard, they were still no match for Dongfang Bubai.

In the end, it was Ren Yingying who held Yang Lianting hostage, distracting Dongfang Bubai, who then launched a sneak attack and killed him!
It can be said that Yang Lianting is Dongfang Bubei’s only weakness.

But now, Ding Mian has killed this weakness.

In this case, who can threaten Dongfang Bubai?
Lu Nanxing couldn't even imagine a Dongfang Bubai without any weaknesses.

Given Dongfang Bubai's love for Yang Lianting, how could he have no reaction when Yang Lianting was killed?

"The Demon Cult knows that you killed this man!"

Thinking of this, Lu Nanxing quickly asked another question.

"I know."

Ding Mian smiled and snorted disdainfully.

"A few of them ran away at that time, and I was too lazy to chase them. I just let them go back and report the news, so that they would know how powerful our Songshan Sect is!"

"Not bad!"

"The great Taibao is mighty!"

The morale of Ding Mian's faction was greatly boosted, and there was another round of flattery.

"It's over."

Lu Nanxing looked as pale as death, which meant that there was no room for maneuver!
In this world, Dongfang Bubai is just as his name suggests, an invincible existence.

The Five Mountains are bound to face the wrath of Dongfang Bubai, and then we will see how far his wrath will extend.

And this is exactly the purpose of the East Factory.

Constantly creating conflicts causes internal friction in the underworld.

Lu Nanxing no longer cared about these things and was thinking about going down the mountain to take shelter temporarily.

But, you always have to find a suitable excuse.

Otherwise, he would be accused of being afraid of death and betraying the sect. If he was caught, he might even be expelled from the Songshan Sect.

It is Mid-Autumn Festival now, and Lu Nanxing can't think of any excuse to go down the mountain.

To the point that I had no interest in listening to what other people said afterwards.

At night, the moon is bright in the sky.

In the square outside the Songyang Hall, the Songshan Sect held a grand banquet, and hundreds of disciples watched the moon and celebrated the festival together.

Zuo Lengchan and the Thirteen Guardians were sitting at the main table in front of the main entrance of the hall.

"Master, this is bad!"

Before they had even finished drinking, someone came to report.

“The head is missing!”

"What head?"

"It's the head that the big guard brought back during the day."

"Ok?"

Everyone frowned and the smiles on their faces disappeared.

The head of the Demon Cult's chief must be displayed properly, so Ding Mian ordered people to hang it on the top of the flagpole in front of the mountain gate.

Just now, in full view of everyone, the head hanging there suddenly disappeared.

"Damn it!"

"There's no ghost here, I'm just afraid that a master has arrived!"

Zuo Lengchan snorted coldly, his face gloomy, then stood up and shouted at the people around him.

"Who is this master? Show yourself and see me!"

"Zuo Lengchan, you have quite a good eye."

A cold voice sounded from behind.

Everyone turned around quickly and saw a figure standing on the roof of the hall.

Holding a spherical shape in both hands, it must be Yang Lianting's head.

"Brother Lian, you died tragically. I am too late."

"Who are you? You're playing tricks on me!"

He trespassed into the Songshan Sect and disturbed the Mid-Autumn Festival, and was scolded by everyone.

"Brother Lian, wait for me to avenge you."

The man put his head on the roof, turned around and looked at the people from Songshan Sect below, and said in a deep voice.

"The sun rises in the east, and I am the only one who is invincible! The leader of the East, with both literary and martial virtues, will rule the martial arts world for thousands of years!"

"What do you mean by eternal rule and unification of the martial arts world? Haha, how shameless!"

Zhao Sihai was full of disdain and laughed loudly.

But the next moment, Zhao Sihai's laughter stopped abruptly and he stood there motionless.

Then with a thud, he fell on his back.

"Seven Taibao!"

Everyone then came to their senses and rushed forward to check, and found that Zhao Sihai was dead.

Apart from a blood bead the size of a grain of rice on his forehead, there were no other injuries.

For a moment, everyone's face changed drastically, and they looked at the man on the roof with horror. Could it really be a ghost?
(End of this chapter)