I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 433 Chance Encounter
The new fifteenth prince was alarmed.

The earth-shattering fifteenth day of panic.

Although Mingyue had already learned some things beforehand, as she read line by line through the silk scroll, her back was still unknowingly soaked with cold sweat.

The content here is truly astounding.

Gods, demons, auspicious beasts, unparalleled skills, peerless weapons, legends who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years... any one of these, if thrown into the martial arts world, would be enough to stir up a storm.

Compared to these fifteen terrors, some of the terrors in the twelve terrors seem like a joke. No wonder Ying Xun said that Bai Xiaokuangsheng was not a true expert and looked down on his twelve terrors.

Mingyue swallowed hard and asked curiously, "Young Master Ying, are all of these real?"

"It's pretty much correct. There may be some experts and divine objects in the world that I don't know about, but the Fifteen Fears mentioned above are absolutely genuine. If you can comprehend the Love of Allure, you can definitely ensure the safety of Peerless City in the future."

Mingyue's breathing became slightly heavier.

She knew that the "Love That Shatters the City" that Ying Xun spoke of was not the "Love That Shatters the City" created by their ancestors of the Ming and Dugu families, which required the combined power of the two peerless Yin-Yang swords, but rather the "One Slash That Shatters the City" created by Guan Yu, the Martial Saint, a thousand years ago.

That devastating strike was within the Green Dragon Crescent Blade; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was easily within reach.

But... with my talent, can I comprehend that one-hit wonder?
Ying Xun looked up at her, as if he could see through her thoughts, and directly took out a booklet.

"This is a sword technique I wrote based on the Love of a Fallen City. You can try practicing it; it should help you understand that one strike that could topple a city."

"Oh? This... is too valuable."

"The Love of a Fallen City was created by your ancestors. Giving you this sword technique is like returning it to its rightful owner, so don't be polite with me."

Since Ying Xun had already said so much, it would seem pretentious to refuse, so Mingyue thanked him and accepted the gift.

“Young Master Ying, your list of those who are alarmed is indeed alarming, but in my opinion, there is one more person who should be included in the list of those who are alarmed.”

Ying Xun raised an eyebrow: "Oh, who are you talking about?"

“That person is naturally you, Young Master Ying. You defeated the Sword Saint in three moves, and the Sword Saint was included in the Shock Ranking. You should naturally be included in the ranking as well.”

"Me?" Ying Xun was slightly taken aback, and said with a wry smile, "I was able to defeat the Sword Saint within three moves because we only compared sword techniques and sword intent back then. If we were to really fight, I would still be no match for the old Sword Saint."

However, just because he is not qualified now doesn't mean he won't be qualified in the future.

Thinking of this, Ying Xun picked up his brush again and wrote a line of small characters.

The Sixteenth Panic—

Ying Xun hasn't written down who the sixteenth person in the list of panic is yet, since he doesn't think he deserves to be on the list.

It's not too late to add it when we have enough strength.

Although it was only five words, each one was as sharp as a sword, as if it could fly out from the silk at any moment, turning into a streak of sword light and tearing the person watching the list to shreds.

At least that's how Mingyue felt. She hesitated for a moment, then cautiously asked, "Young Master Ying, are you going to spread this list of alarms?"

"Are you worried about causing turmoil in the martial world?" Ying Xun countered.

"I am somewhat worried." Mingyue did not deny it. The martial arts world is relatively stable at present, but if this list of alarms is spread, the world will surely be in turmoil again, which may not be a good thing for ordinary people.

“This martial world has been dormant for too long. Those old monsters are all hiding in the shadows. If we don’t push them, they probably won’t re-enter the world.” Ying Xun smiled mysteriously, then changed the subject: “But don’t worry, I won’t circulate this list anytime soon. I need to be at least somewhat confident in dealing with Di Shitian first.”

How to deal with Indra?
Mingyue was taken aback: "Young Master Ying, do you have a grudge against Emperor Shitian?"

Indra is Xu Fu, and historically, Xu Fu's death was inextricably linked to his father's death, so there was naturally a feud between them.

"That's it."

Ying Xun smiled, not intending to say more: "By the way, Miss Mingyue, what brings you here?"

"I heard that you were leaving, Young Master Ying, so I came to inquire."

Mingyue wasn't stupid. Since Ying Xun had given her the future development plan for Wushuang City and the sword technique manual of "Love of the City," it was clear that Ying Xun had made up his mind to leave, and there was no point in trying to persuade him.

Ying Xun rolled up the silk and smiled, "So that's what it is. I really have to go now. After all, I've been in Wushuang City for quite a while, and I can't linger any longer."

"Where are you headed, Young Master Ying?"

"Let's go to Lingyun Cave first, and then we haven't decided what to do next."

Mingyue nodded, paused for a moment, and then suddenly said, "By the way, Young Master Ying, you have a grudge against Di Shitian. Should we have someone help you find out about him and Tianmen?"

Ying Xun smiled and shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, Miss Mingyue. However, Tianmen is mysterious and unpredictable. It would be best if your Wushuang City did not provoke it. If Miss Mingyue really wants to thank me, then please focus on developing Wushuang City and bring a good life to its people."

Mingyue nodded emphatically, as if making a vow, and said, "Young Master Ying, rest assured, I will definitely make sure the people of Wushuang City live a good life. However, there are some of your plans that I don't understand. I wonder if Young Master Ying has the time?"

Afterwards, the two discussed the development of Wushuang City until the rooster crowed, at which point Mingyue took her leave.

When she woke up from her nap, Ying Xun had already left Wushuang City with You Ruo.

Half a month later.

At the foot of Mount Emei.

The mountains and fields are serene and quiet, with birds singing incessantly.

Only four people were walking slowly along the mountain path. Besides You Ruo and Ying Xun, there was also a grandfather and grandson who looked like woodcutters from the neighborhood.

Perhaps it was because You Ruo and Ying Xun were both very striking in appearance that the little girl, led by the old woodcutter, had already turned her head to steal glances at them several times in a short period of time.

Every time the little girl turned around, Ying Xun would smile and nod at her.

As for You Ruo, she looked listless and had no energy to pay attention to the little girl.

"You stinky Taoist priest, how much longer do we have to walk? I'm so tired and hungry, I can't go on anymore."

"Qingliang Temple is not far ahead. Once we arrive at Qingliang Temple..."

Before she could finish speaking, the little girl in front of her suddenly turned around and said, "Sister, I have some dry food, do you want some?"

After saying that, she tugged at her grandfather and raised her little head.

The old woodcutter paused, smiled indulgently at her, and turned to the two of them, saying, "Taoist priest, young lady, if you don't mind..."

Before the other person could finish speaking, You Ruo interrupted with a smile, saying, "No problem, no problem, thank you, Uncle."

Ying Xun smiled helplessly and bowed.

"May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings, thank you!"

"You're too kind, Taoist priest."

The old woodcutter returned the greeting and took out the dry rations he carried, while Ying Xun took out the wild fruits stored in his spatial storage.

Just as the four were about to start eating, a voice rang out from behind them.

"Miss?"

You Ruo turned around and saw Qin Shuang and Bu Jingyun walking towards her with imposing strides.

"Qin Shuang, Bu Jingyun, what brings you here?"

Bu Jingyun was still very cold-blooded. He simply cupped his hands to You Ruo and turned his gaze to Ying Xun.

Qin Shuang smiled and said, "Reporting to Miss, Junior Brother Yun and I came to Qingliang Temple on Master's orders to borrow fire-making techniques to find the Mud Bodhisattva. We didn't expect to meet you and Young Master Ying. Young Master Ying, I pay my respects."

Ying Xun always treated others with the utmost respect, and since Qing Shuang was polite to him, he naturally treated Qin Shuang with the same courtesy.

"Brother Qin, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

"Thank you for your concern, Brother Lao Ying. I am well."

Just as the two were talking, the sound of fighting suddenly came from not far away.

Then, a monk and several martial arts practitioners armed with weapons appeared in the blink of an eye, startling the old woodcutter, who quickly shielded the little girl with his body.

The monk, carrying a four-legged bronze cauldron, glanced sideways and said, "Old woodcutter, you go first." Before he finished speaking, another voice rang out.

"Ying Xun!"

The newcomer was Duan Lang. He immediately noticed Ying Xun squatting by the roadside eating dry rations and said in a deep voice, "Ying Xun, what brings you here? Are you here for the Fire Monkey as well?"

"I'm just passing by. You can do your thing and leave me alone."

Upon hearing this, Qin Shuang and Bu Jingyun exchanged a glance and then looked at the monk holding the bronze cauldron in the center of the arena.

"Master, is that a fire monkey in your hand?" Qin Shuang asked.

"Amitabha."

Monk Buxu chanted Buddhist mantras but said nothing. With a sway of his body, he knocked out several henchmen and prepared to run away with the bronze cauldron in his arms.

But Duan Lang, Qin Shuang, and Bu Jingyun, having come for the Fire Monkey, were not about to let him escape. Qin Shuang took the lead and stopped him.

As one of Xiong Ba's personal disciples, his martial arts skills, though not as good as Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng, were by no means comparable to those of a few small fry. It was simply impossible for Monk Bu Xu to defeat Qin Shuang with one hand.

After three moves, Monk Buxu decisively flew the bronze cauldron in his hand to the tree branch and focused on fighting Qin Shuang.

Duan Lang attempted to seize the bronze cauldron, but was stopped by Bu Jingyun with a single palm strike.

Watching the four people fighting in the arena, You Ruo asked, "You stinky Taoist, what should we do? Should we lend a hand?"

"Help whom?"

“Of course we’ll help Bu Jingyun and Qin Shuang,” You Ruo said matter-of-factly.

As the young lady of the World Society, Qin Shuang and Bu Jingyun were definitely her own people in her eyes.

"Qin Shuang and Bu Jingyun don't need our help. If you want help, go ahead and do it yourself. I'm just a bystander watching the show."

Ying Xun rolled his eyes, got up and walked over to the little girl and the old woodcutter. He took out a wild fruit and handed it to the little girl, and said to the old woodcutter, "We have formed a good relationship after eating your provisions today, so you can rest assured. I will protect you and your grandson."

The old woodcutter was taken aback: "Thank you, Taoist priest."

Ying Xun shook his head and smiled, looking at the fight in the forest.

Qin Shuang is quite skilled, but Monk Buxu is no weakling either. Without using their ultimate moves, the two fought back and forth, making for a very exciting match.

As for Bu Jingyun and Duan Lang, after exchanging a few moves, they faced off and were currently arguing amongst themselves.

“Bu Jingyun, I know you look down on me. Do you really think I can’t beat you? If it weren’t for Xiong Ba making me lose to you back then, you wouldn’t be one of the three hall masters of the World Society today.”

"Stop patting yourself on the back, you opportunist. You betrayed the World Society and then left Wushuang City." Bu Jingyun said with disdain, "Next, who will you try to curry favor with?"

"All of this was forced upon me by Xiong Ba."

"Alright, then today I will deal with you, this traitor, on behalf of the World Society."

Bu Jingyun suddenly turned cold and fierce, approaching Duan Lang step by step.

In contrast, Duan Lang made no other move, only coldly watching Bu Jingyun until Bu Jingyun approached him within a foot, at which point he suddenly attacked.

In an instant, sword light flashed and energy surged in the forest.

"You stinky Taoist priest, who do you think will win?"

"What do you think?"

“That traitor Duan Lang is definitely no match for Bu Jingyun. As for Qin Shuang and that monk,” You Ruo paused, then turned her head to look at them. “I can’t tell.”

"The monk Buxu's martial arts are above Qin Shuang's, but not by much. The outcome of the battle is a matter of life and death, so it is impossible for them to determine a winner. Also, it is impossible for Duan Lang and Bu Jingyun to determine a winner today."

"why?"

"You'll know after you read it."

As they spoke, the four people fighting in the forest unleashed their ultimate techniques almost simultaneously.

"Cloud-Dispelling Palm".

"Eclipse Sword Technique"

"Heavenly Frost Fist".

"The Buddha's light shines everywhere."

The violent energy surged and scattered, shaking the mountains and forests. As a result, the bronze cauldron on the tree fell down, and a monkey with a fiery red body took the opportunity to jump out of the cauldron.

"It's Huo'er."

The little girl's shout instantly caught Duan Lang's attention. He leaped up, grabbed the Fire Monkey, and ran.

Seeing this, Monk Buxu abandoned Qin Shuang and shouted, "Give me back my Fire Monkey! Don't run away!"

Seeing that Monk Buxu had chased after him, Qin Shuang did not follow. Not only did he not chase after him, but he also called out to Bu Jingyun, who was preparing to give chase.

"Junior Brother Yun, there's no need to chase after them."

"why?"

"Because that person has been found."

As Qin Shuang spoke, she bowed to the old woodcutter and said, "On the orders of my master, I have invited the Mud Bodhisattva to the World Society."

After saying that, he directly removed the old woodcutter's human skin mask, revealing the festering face of the clay bodhisattva.

"I have long heard that Qin Shuang is exceptionally intelligent and meticulous, and it is indeed so."

"You flatter me, Mud Bodhisattva. Just now, this little girl recognized the Fire Monkey when it jumped out of the cauldron. So you, old woodcutter, must be Mud Bodhisattva."

The clay bodhisattva shook his head and sighed, "Alas, I've been hiding for so many years, and I'm tired of hiding. I'll just go with you."

"Yes, please!"

Just as Mud Bodhisattva was about to leave with Qin Shuang and Bu Jingyun, Ying Xun spoke up.

"If you're going to take him to the World Society, shouldn't you ask me first?"

Bu Jingyun instantly glanced at them: "You want to stop us?"

"So what?"

"Just you?"

Bu Jingyun raised his hand and struck out with a palm, but Ying Xun was no longer the same Ying Xun as before, and Bu Jingyun's palm strike was no match for him.

Ying Xun didn't even draw his sword; instead, he threw a punch with his backhand.

This punch not only shattered Bu Jingyun's palm strike, but also sent Bu Jingyun staggering back several steps.

Bu Jingyun clearly hadn't expected Ying Xun's punch to be so powerful, and his expression changed.

I remember when we first met, he had a slight advantage. How long has it been? Now he's been knocked back by Ying Xun's punch.
Ying Xun smiled faintly: "Bu Jingyun, you are no match for me, and even if you and Qin Shuang come together, you are still no match for me."

"Insanity!"

Bu Jingyun looked unconvinced and waved his cloak behind him, about to make another move, but was stopped by Qin Shuang.

"Junior Brother Yun, don't be impulsive."

Having temporarily stopped Bu Jingyun, Qin Shuang clasped her hands in a fist salute to Ying Xun: "Young Master Ying, Senior Mud Bodhisattva has agreed to let us go to the World Society. If you want to ask the senior to do some divination, you can ask him now, or you can come back to the World Society with us."

Ying Xun laughed: "I am a Taoist priest myself. Why would I need to ask him about fortune telling? But you... you might as well ask him about your fate. Your fate is not very good."

(End of this chapter)