I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 457 The Purple-Robed Scripture King
Muming Town.

A light drizzle falls on the river and sky at dusk.

The rain stopped and the clouds dispersed.

The setting sun shines on the building.

After a two-day, one-night downpour, the sun reappeared in the distance, but it was setting far to the west, almost as if it were about to fall to earth.

As the sun set, its last rays shone on a restaurant called "Zhonghua Pavilion" on the long street, adding a touch of desolation to the atmosphere.

From the backyard of the restaurant, the faint sound of an erhu drifted out.

Its voice was mournful and shrill, as if it were sighing or weeping, as if it wanted to speak but hesitated, full of sorrow and desolation.

It is filled with endless love, hate, and grudges, yet it ultimately ends in tragedy.

His lover died tragically, his brother left him far away. He was said to be a martial arts legend admired by everyone, but in reality he was just a pitiful man with no name, no wife, and no children.

An anonymous erhu player sat in the backyard, his hair disheveled, his expression forlorn, with a few stubbles on his chin. He held the erhu in one hand and strummed the strings with the other, his whole being seemingly shrouded in deep sorrow, a sight that saddened the heart.

However, the profound and unwavering aura he exuded was that of a grandmaster.

Especially those eyes, though seemingly dim and shrouded in endless sorrow, held two points of light that shone within that sorrow, like two peerless swords. Once unearthed, they would surely shake the world and awe all who knew them.

As time went on, the sorrow conveyed in the erhu music grew stronger and stronger, to the point that it was heartbreaking to hear, and it also carried a sharp edge, as if it contained an indescribable peerless sword technique.

Of course, this sword move was also melancholic and filled with endless sorrow.

Jian Chen sat to the side, listening carefully to the somber sword moves. A look of understanding gradually appeared on his face, but he quickly frowned again.

Before long, the string stopped and the sound dissipated.

The nameless martial arts master, hailed as a legend in the martial arts world, sighed: "Chen'er, this move is filled with inexplicable sorrow, do you understand now?"

Jian Chen lowered his head, a look of shame creeping onto his face.

"Master, there are still things I don't understand."

Upon hearing this, Wuming shook his head.

His disciple was exceptionally talented, and as a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he had enjoyed a smooth and successful life since childhood, experiencing almost no setbacks. The only time he was defeated was by Ying Xun, whom he had to look up to. How could he easily comprehend the inexplicable grief he felt due to the death of his beloved wife?

"Master, I'm sorry, I..."

Just as Jian Chen was about to say something, an invisible sword intent suddenly emanated from the room behind him, which was quite astonishing.

Immediately afterwards, with a loud bang, a sword light flashed, nearly collapsing half of the roof, and pierced diagonally into the roof.

It swayed and wobbled incessantly, exuding an inexplicable heroic aura, as if the longsword possessed a spirit and was clashing with some unknown divine sword.

Finally, with a whoosh, the longsword suddenly fell from the roof and was caught by Wuming, but the light on the sword had dimmed.

Jian Chen was shocked: "Master, what... what's going on?"

"If I am not mistaken, an unparalleled divine sword is about to be born in the world."

Wuming put down his erhu and looked in a certain direction: "This divine sword is so powerful that it completely surpasses the Hero Sword, the Fire Kirin Sword, and the Peerless Sword, which were famous in the past. Chen'er, get ready to go out."

"Master, do you want me to go and find that divine sword?"

“Indeed.” Wuming nodded and sighed: “Whenever a divine weapon is born, a bloodbath is inevitable. Moreover, this divine weapon gives me the feeling that it is neither good nor evil, but a mixture of good and evil. If it falls into the hands of a person with evil intentions, I’m afraid the entire martial arts world will be in turmoil and will cause a great catastrophe.”

Years ago, Wuming fought against ten major sects single-handedly, killing or seriously injuring them, which led to a period of depression in the martial arts world.

Now that a group of rising stars has finally emerged in the martial arts world, if we ignore them, the ensuing turmoil in the martial arts world will likely cause it to decline for many more years.

Jian Chen opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

"It doesn't hurt to just say it."

Jian Chen nodded and asked, "Master, the direction you were looking just now seemed to be the Sword Worship Manor. Is the divine weapon you mentioned the peerless sword that the Sword Worship Manor is currently forging?"

"good."

“Master, the Sword Worship Manor has extended a wide invitation to swordsmen from all over the world to come and admire the sword. Young Master Ying is very likely to go. I really don’t have much confidence in bringing that sword back.”

Leaving aside some old monsters hiding in the shadows, even among his peers like Ying Xun, he was no match for him at all.

Wuming couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing and asked, "Do you think Brother Ying is a person with wicked intentions?"

Jian Chen shook his head: "No."

“If it’s not, then why did you bring it back? It would be a good thing if this sword fell into his hands, but... I don’t think he will go.”

"Why?"

“He is no longer on the same level as you young people. Whether he has divine weapons or not makes little difference. Even if he goes, it will only be because of your youthful desire to join in the fun.”

This is actually one of the reasons why Wuming didn't go in person, but instead sent Jianchen instead.

"And sending you there is not to bring the sword back, but simply to do your best to prevent it from falling into the hands of unscrupulous people."

……

Dusk is approaching.

Luoxia City is a small city near Wushuang City.

Because there is no curfew, the streets are still filled with all sorts of people: vendors hawking their wares, children playing, and martial arts practitioners carrying knives and swords.

Of course, there were also beggars.

Generally speaking, beggars are often thin, ragged, unkempt, missing limbs, and know they are inferior to others, so they will subconsciously hunch over no matter who they see.

Like most beggars, this one on the street was disheveled and missing an arm, but he was not thin; on the contrary, he was quite robust, and even though he was hunched over, his figure was not much different from that of an ordinary person.

The beggar looked up at the sky, which, like his mood, was gray and gloomy, with no sun or moon in sight.

However, the moment those eyes looked up, they suddenly revealed a domineering air of looking down on the world, as well as an overwhelming hatred.

This man was none other than the defeated leader in purple.

"Cough cough..."

Suddenly, the leader in purple couldn't help but cough.

The violent coughing made him feel as if he were undergoing excruciating torture, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably as blood gushed out.

Previously, in his battle with Wu Wudi, although he managed to escape by chance, he was also severely injured, and his power was reduced to less than one-tenth of its original strength.

In addition, he was being hunted down by many people, so he turned into a beggar.

Because beggars are the least likely to attract attention.

Sure enough, today he quietly killed several martial arts figures in the city and recovered from many of his injuries.

The leader in purple did not choose to stay overnight in the city. Instead, he hunched over and left the city, heading towards the dilapidated temple outside the city where he was temporarily staying.

However, when he was still dozens of feet away from the dilapidated temple, he suddenly stopped and looked solemn.

Because he heard heavy breathing sounds.

The breathing sounds were coming from inside the dilapidated temple.

With the purple-robed leader's experience and knowledge, he could naturally tell that the person breathing was highly skilled, far surpassing even him at his peak.

This is a master.

A peerless master!

Besides the sounds of breathing, there was also a faint sound of chanting scriptures.

However, the scripture sounded very strange and its meaning was incomprehensible. After listening to it for a while, the leader in purple suddenly realized that it was the Heart Sutra being recited backwards.

The chanting carried a demonic aura, mixed with a powerful energy that was constantly increasing, causing the trees and flowers around the temple to turn yellow and wither, and leaving behind many dead birds, beasts, snakes, insects and rats on the ground.

Even from dozens of feet away, the leader in purple felt a sense of oppression.

"It seems... the expert in the dilapidated temple is at a critical stage of breakthrough."

The purple-robed leader's eyes flickered. If he could use the Returning Blood Hand to absorb the power of such a peerless expert, wouldn't his power increase to a higher level?
For a moment, his breathing became heavy.

"But... I'm currently disabled, and one wrong move could cost me my life. Should I take the risk?"

After hesitating for a while, sensing that the energy in the dilapidated temple was getting stronger and stronger, the leader in purple finally made up his mind, held his breath, and silently headed towards the dilapidated temple.

Despite the immense pressure, he quickly arrived at the dilapidated temple and saw a person there.

The man wore a blood-red robe, his face was covered in black paint, but his tightly closed lips and eyes were painted with a bewitching blood-red color, making his wooden face look extremely sinister.

His enormous hands, as large as palm fans, were clasped together in front of his chest, with a Zen staff lying horizontally in the crook of his arm, its surface faintly tinged with blood red.

However, these were not left by paint, but by bloodstains left after the staff had drunk countless amounts of blood. The purple-robed leader was quite certain of this.

In addition, a blood-red bat was perched on the man's shoulder, its eyes closed as if it were cultivating.

Surprising!

This is so bizarre!

The leader in purple robes looked extremely solemn. At the same time, he raised all his true energy to resist the violent killing intent emanating from that person, otherwise he might die like the snakes, insects, rats, and ants outside.

"I never imagined there were so many masters in the world. If I could learn from his skills, I would probably have few rivals."

The leader in purple robes murmured, his voice so soft he could barely hear himself: "Right now, this person is at a critical stage of his cultivation. If we make a sudden move, we might not be without an opportunity."

As the saying goes: People die for wealth, birds die for food.

The leader in purple believed that this person might be his chance to avenge himself against Wu Wudi, regain control of the World Society, and eventually sweep across the world, making all living beings grovel at his feet.

So he slowed his pace and walked step by step toward the peerless master in the temple.

In such a tense moment, even for a seasoned veteran like the leader of the purple-clad gang, his heart was pounding and his hands were sweating profusely.

A moment later, he was already within a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) of his opponent.

However, when he tried to take another step, he suddenly realized that it was impossible.

It was as if an invisible wall was blocking his way.

"This is... an invisible barrier?"

The leader in purple robes suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

The next second, the invisible wall of energy suddenly erupted with a powerful force, sending him flying, coughing up blood.

The sound of the recoil was enough to wake up those protected by the invisible air barrier.

He suddenly opened his eyes, which shone with a blood-red light, as if he had hidden two red suns in them. At the same time, his aura erupted like a volcano, extremely violent.

Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, but instead he threw his head back and laughed wildly.

"Hahaha, truly, there's always a way out! There's always a way out! Hahaha..."

His laughter was continuous, like a raging storm, shaking the entire dilapidated temple, and then it exploded with a deafening roar.

The trees and rocks within a radius of ten zhang were shattered to pieces by his laughter.

The ground was also cracked with countless fissures, and the surrounding air was even whipped up by his laughter into a raging gust of wind, which swept up broken trees and rocks, forming a tornado that engulfed the heavens and the earth.

As for the leader in purple, he was naturally in great pain. The immense power contained in that man's laughter was so great that even when he used all his strength to resist, he was still shaken so badly that blood flowed from his seven orifices.

After a long while, his maniacal laughter finally stopped, his tone filled with overwhelming hatred and murderous intent.

"Bai Suzhen, if you can't kill me, then I, Jingwang, will make sure you die without a burial place sooner or later. And those two bitches, Hei Tong and Xueda Mo, you just wait!"

Indeed, this person is King Jing.

He is one of the subordinates of the Demon Lord Bai Suzhen, and he inherited the Sutra of Crossing among the Six Great Demon Crossings, which is why he can release an invisible wall of energy.

Moreover, this person's martial arts talent was also extremely extraordinary, and he changed the scripture to "no scripture, no way".

However, King Jing was violent, paranoid, crazy, and arrogant by nature. He initially clashed with Hei Tong and later betrayed the Demon Lord Bai Suzhen, hiding in a large tomb to cultivate his demonic arts—Wu Jing Wu Dao.

He secluded himself for three whole years using the Turtle Breathing Technique, achieving mastery of the Way and the Scriptureless Cultivation.

After he emerged from seclusion, he immediately went to find Hei Tong, only to run into Bai Suzhen, and was then chased and killed, leaving him in a very sorry state.

Today, in fact, is his last desperate struggle.

Despite his imposing presence, King Jing's death throes did not yield ideal results; he could even sense that he had reached the end of his life.

Therefore, when he saw the leader in purple, King Jing said that there is always a way out.

Jing Wang's blood-red eyes looked at the purple-robed leader, and he reached out, generating a strange suction force that pulled him over and grabbed him in his hand. His smile was wicked and sinister: "Remember, my name is Jing Wang. It is your honor that you are willing to offer your body to me!"

Murder was King Jing's forte.

He enjoyed torturing people and watching them die slowly, so he didn't kill the purple-clad leader directly.

More importantly, he needed to possess the body of the purple-robed leader, but he couldn't let the purple-robed leader die completely.

Therefore, he chose to torture the purple-clad leader first.

He channeled his power into the purple-robed leader's body, and wherever the power passed, it felt as if the purple-robed leader was being torn apart by a thousand knives. He was powerless to fight back, so he closed his eyes and his forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he did not utter a single word of begging for mercy.

He roamed the world for most of his life, killing countless people; it's only natural that he's now being killed...

Just as the purple-robed leader was thinking this, King Jing suddenly stopped.

The purple-robed leader opened his eyes curiously and saw that Jing Wang's eyes were filled with pain, his face was twisted and ferocious, and his violent true energy was uncontrollably released, causing the already broken ground to shatter inch by inch.

"What's going on? Could it be... that this person has gone mad from practicing qi cultivation?"

Upon thinking of this, the purple-robed leader's eyes lit up.

He could have used this opportunity to escape, but he did not choose to flee. Instead, he grabbed Jing Wang's pulse point and forcefully activated the Returning Blood Hand.

What was originally a crisis has suddenly turned into an opportunity.

It's important to know that the power of the Returning Blood Hand is not weak. In the original story, even the Demon Lord Bai Suzhen had a large amount of Earth-level Maha power absorbed by the Purple-Clad Boss in a short period of time.

In an instant, the king's powerful and unparalleled skill surged into the purple-robed leader's body as if a dam had burst, irrigating and replenishing his parched dantian.

"No!"

As his power waned, King Jing let out a furious roar of resentment.

"I can not be reconciled!"

"Why, why did this happen?!"

King Jing couldn't understand why the doctrine of no scriptures and no way that he created based on scriptures would suddenly have flaws.

and many more!

No, it seems that a strange stream of true energy was injected into my body earlier, disrupting my energy flow, and then the true energy became uncontrollable.

Could it be that true energy? Thinking about it carefully, it seems somewhat familiar.

That was an extremely Yin power, an endless power, that was...

King Jing suddenly widened his eyes.

is her!

It is her Earth-level Maha-Immeasurable Power!
She was watching everything.

She's the one controlling everything.

"Bai Suzhen, you deserve to die! I curse you to be abandoned by heaven and earth, forever plunged into darkness, never to see the light again... Ah!!"

With a piercing scream, King Jing died with his eyes wide open in death.

He turned into a dried-up corpse.

Thus, the reign of King Jing came to an end.

A new generation of the Purple-Robed Scripture King has emerged!
After adjusting his breathing to ensure that the domineering power wouldn't devour him, the purple-robed leader's hunched body unconsciously straightened up.

His entire being exuded an unparalleled aura of dominance.

He, the leader in purple, is back!
"Hahaha, I knew it! I am a born overlord, destined by fate!"

The feeling of being filled with power made the purple-clad leader burst into laughter.

It has a bit of the feel to it: "Laughing loudly, I go out the door; how can I, a man of such talent, be a mere commoner?"

After the purple-robed leader left, a black mist appeared out of thin air in the ruins of the dilapidated temple.

"Ah~"

A faint sigh emanated from within the black mist.

Then, the drained corpse exploded, sending dust flying everywhere.

To be reduced to ashes, that's pretty much it...

(End of this chapter)