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"Don't run!"

A fully armed group of martial arts practitioners is chasing after a monk carrying a cauldron.

Wherever he went, people and horses were thrown into chaos, and martial arts figures fled in all directions.

Even the caravans escorting goods, just as they were about to draw their swords to fight, would obediently retreat to the side after seeing the banner of Wushuang City fluttering in the wind.

When they reached a narrow path in front of a cliff, the group finally blocked the monk in the middle of the road.

An elderly man was walking along the road with his granddaughter when he saw this scene and was so frightened that he froze on the spot.

"Venerable Shi Wu, hand over the Fire Monkey!" shouted the young man leading the group on horseback.

"Amitabha!" The monk put his hands together, and the lid of the cauldron was suddenly lifted. A red-haired monkey tried to jump out, but he quickly stepped on the lid and pressed it back down. "The Fire Monkey was originally a treasure of Shaolin Temple, but it was stolen by the Mud Bodhisattva. Now it is returned to its rightful owner."

"It's said in the martial arts world that if you want to find the Mud Bodhisattva, you should first find the Fire Monkey," the young man on horseback continued. "This year is my father's sixtieth birthday, and I want to find the Mud Bodhisattva to offer him auspicious words and wish him a long and healthy life."

Shi Wuzun shook his head: "Mud Bodhisattva is the greatest fortune teller in the world, and he never lies. What if he said that your father's sixtieth birthday would be the day of his death?"

"Our Wushuang City is about to form an alliance with the World Alliance. From then on, my father will become one of the two giants in the martial arts world. Who in the world would dare to lay a hand on my father?"

A rustling sound came from the roadside grass.

"Who's there!" The young man turned his head to look.

The two long-haired men, who had been hiding in the branches of a tree by the roadside and watching everything as if it were a show, were taken aback when they heard this.

It wasn't that they looked down on the arrogant young city lord of Wushuang City who had become so domineering after currying favor with the Tianxia Society; given his strength, it would be decades before he even saw the two of them.

"Wait, senior brother, he's not talking about us." One of the handsome, dashing long-haired men stopped his companion.

"Not us?"

The two followed the gaze of the young man and the others present, and saw the grass blades swaying and parting at the overgrown cliff path.

A chestnut-colored horse's head emerged from the road, and then the horse gracefully walked out of the grass and came to the middle of the road. On its back, there was a man who was fast asleep with his eyes closed.

The two brothers in the tree exchanged a glance and saw seriousness in each other's eyes.

They were at a higher vantage point and could see more clearly; beyond the wild grass lay sheer cliffs.

"When it comes to doing business in Wushuang City, all irrelevant personnel must get out of the way!"

"Young City Lord..."

"What, does the word of Wushuang City not carry any weight?"

"No, young city lord, that horse came from what looks like a cliff."

"cliff?"

Cliff! *N
A jolt went through everyone's hearts.

Some people, not believing in superstition, immediately rushed to the wild grass where the horse had come from and chopped it with their knives. In just a few strokes, they cleared the roadside grass clean, allowing others present to see that the road they had come from was indeed a cliff.

Riding a horse to climb a cliff—this level of lightness skill is simply unheard of.

They've come with ill intentions.

"I am Dugu Ming, the young city lord of Wushuang City. May I ask who you are...?"

Everyone's eyes remained fixed on the figure on horseback.

One of Wushuang City's subordinates said, "Perhaps that person is drunk, Young City Lord, we don't need to pay him any attention."

other people:"……"

How could such a clueless loser, who's only good for showing off and slapping people in novels, end up in my life? Wushuang City is the second largest power in the martial arts world, and they never do this kind of thing. Even if they bully men and women, they have to stand on the moral high ground; otherwise, it's just low-class.

"Yawn~"

The figure on horseback yawned upon hearing this and slowly sat up straight. He rubbed his eyes, turned his head to look around, and then looked down at the horse and asked, "Weren't we going to Lingyun Cave? Have we arrived yet?"

Everyone: "..."

This was the first time they had ever been asked a question directly by a horse; how could a beast possibly answer a question?

Unexpectedly, the horse started neighing and shaking its head, as if it were trying to speak.

Did they actually understand it, or were they just being deliberately mysterious?

Everyone had different thoughts.

But they all tacitly agreed that even if this person was mentally unstable, his strength should not be underestimated.

"You mean you encountered other horses along the way and it wasn't convenient to ask for directions? I didn't know you were so socially awkward." The man nodded slightly, then looked around. "Wow, so many people."

His gaze swept over the crowd before finally settling on Shi Wuzun.

"Crow, it's been a long time."

“Amitabha Buddha, I am Venerable Shakyamuni.”

Although Shi Wuzun admitted that he was no match for the person in front of him, it did not mean that he was willing to be given a nickname on their first meeting.

He had already mastered the Tathagata Palm technique, and even if they were to actually fight, he might not lose.

"How do I get to Lingyun Cave?" The other person seemed not to have heard Shi Wuzun's self-introduction and asked.

Venerable Shi Wuzun is a monk, and his mental cultivation is beyond that of ordinary people, so he wouldn't get angry about it.

Then he said, "If you want to go to Lingyun Cave, just keep going along this road. It will take half a month to travel on horseback, but it will only take three to five days to reach the foot of the Buddha by boat."

"Hmm...hmm? That's the direction I came from!"

Everyone: "..."

Even experts can get lost?

"Forget it, I'll just go back. You guys can fight and rob as you please, just ignore me."

The mysterious top expert showed no intention of interfering, which relieved everyone.

"Old man over there," the man asked a grandfather and grandson by the roadside, "would you like to come together? People here are fighting and killing each other, their weapons don't discriminate, it's very dangerous."

"Thank you very much, sir." The old man nodded quickly.

The others didn't say much when they saw this, but the two hiding in the tree couldn't hold back any longer.

"Junior Brother Feng, could there be something wrong with that man on horseback?"

"Senior Brother Shuang, the man on horseback may not be the problem, but the old man is the one we're looking for."

"You mean, he's a clay Buddha?"

“That’s right. An ordinary elderly farmer would be terrified in such a situation and would never be able to watch it all calmly like him. Moreover, Mud Buddha’s disguise skills are the best in the world. If he really wanted to hide his face, we wouldn’t be able to tell.”

"As expected of you, Junior Brother Feng!"

The two of them leaped off the tree and flew away.

"Wait a minute!" X2
Dugu Ming: "There are others?!"

His martial arts skills are already at the bottom, so why do people keep jumping out of the bushes? They really don't take him, the young lord of Wushuang City, seriously.

However, once he saw who it was, he immediately felt that it didn't really matter if they didn't take him seriously.

"So it's the Wind Hall Master and Frost Hall Master from the World Society." Dugu Ming smiled. "From now on, we're all family."

Now is a crucial time for forming an alliance, and he sees that the people of the World Society are still very kind.

However, the newcomer didn't even glance at Dugu Ming and the others, heading straight for the grandfather and grandson.

"Friend, this old gentleman is a distinguished guest of our World Society." Nie Feng rode the wind, gliding quickly to close the distance, his long hair flowing, exuding an air of unparalleled elegance.

Qin Shuang, who was standing next to Nie Feng, also looked like a person.

The two stood on either side of the horse, secretly circulating their internal energy to prevent the other from making a sudden attack.

To their surprise, the young man on horseback not only did not refuse, but said, "The World Society is so hospitable, why don't you count me in?"

Nie Feng immediately nodded: "Great! We, the World Society, love making friends the most." Seeing that the group was chatting happily and preparing to leave together, even the not-so-bright Dugu Ming finally realized what was going on.

"That old man is a clay idol!"

The fact that two hall masters of the World Society, along with a top expert with a mysterious background, came looking for this seemingly ordinary old man must mean that he is their target.

"Stop him!"

Dugu Ming shouted and spurred his horse to give chase.

Just then, Nie Feng and Qin Shuang, who were accumulating internal energy, immediately turned around.

One man kicked, the other punched, and a strong wind swept backward simultaneously, turning into a raging torrent that overturned the pursuers from Wushuang City, men and horses alike.

The ice crystals shattered and flew wildly in the gale, like broken pieces of iron, causing the people of Wushuang City to scream in agony.

Nie Feng calmly withdrew his leg, smiled slightly at the man on horseback, nodded, and said, "Please!"

He was confident that after this demonstration, even if there was a gap in strength between the two sides, they would definitely restrain themselves and might even back down.

There are many heroes in the world, but Nie Feng and Qin Shuang are among the best.

Although he was accompanied by Mud Buddha, Nie Feng kept his attention on the young man on horseback, feeling that the other party was not simple.

"May I ask your name, my friend?"

"I am Chan Ho-nam, the boss of Causeway Bay."

"So it's Young Master Chan Ho-nam. May I ask which school of martial arts you follow?"

Because in Nie Feng and the others' eyes, the "Chen Haonan" on horseback was just an ordinary person, full of flaws.

However, to remain unfazed in front of so many top-tier martial arts masters must require exceptional skill or confidence.

Since we can't see through the other party, it most likely means that the other party's strength is above ours.

"Kunlun Mountains".

"Kunlun?"

Kunlun Mountain is not located in the Central Plains and its geographical location is too remote. Even if there is a martial arts sect there, it would probably be a minor, insignificant one.

Just as Dugu Ming, the young master of Wushuang City, said, the Tianxia Society is already one of the most powerful forces in the martial arts world. Other small sects can only rely on the Tianxia Society for survival. Even if they produce some kind of master, what does it matter? As long as they treat them with courtesy, the other party will definitely not turn against them.

"Young Master Chen, did you also seek out the Mud Bodhisattva to have your fortune told?"

“I do have something important to ask him; I want him to help me calculate the heavens above my head.”

Everyone: "..."

Clay Buddha: "Cough cough!"

Because he had often helped people with fortune telling in the first half of his life, revealing heavenly secrets, his body was covered with pustules, and he was tormented by illness every day. If he were to tell another divination for heaven, it would be no different from courting death.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Mud Bodhisattva chuckled dryly and said, "My friend really knows how to joke."

The handsome young man who called himself Chan Ho-nam was none other than Tam Man-kit.

He didn't argue with the others; the clay Buddha was right beside him, and they would have to consult the oracle sooner or later.

When we arrived at the dock.

The group boarded the boat together, and it became a bit crowded when the horses were added. Tan Wenjie loosened the reins and said, "You've carried me for a while, now it's time to set you free."

The horse reared up and neighed, then turned and galloped away, kicking up dust. Although it looked like an ordinary chestnut horse, it was as fast as a red lightning bolt when it started running, and disappeared from sight in an instant.

Seeing this, Qin Shuang sighed: "It's such a pity to release such a peerless steed back into the mountains. I wonder when I, Qin Shuang, will have the opportunity to ride a top-quality mount."

Tan Wenjie gave Qin Shuang a strange look, then looked at Nie Feng.

He strongly suspected that Qin Shuang's mention of the mount was a veiled reference.

Who knew that even martial arts masters could have new versions of cursing their mothers?

On the boat, Mud Bodhisattva knew that his journey was fraught with peril, so he said to the others, "My fate on this trip to the World Society is uncertain. I would like to ask you all for a favor: please help me find a family to foster my little granddaughter."

Nie Feng nodded slightly.

Although he worked for Xiong Ba, it didn't mean he was unaware of Xiong Ba's style of doing things, so it was perfectly reasonable for Mud Bodhisattva to have this concern.

Tan Wenjie didn't respond; he wasn't a local and couldn't take care of anyone.

The small boat sped across the water.

"Why is it foggy?" Qin Shuang asked, puzzled.

He noticed that not only was fog forming around the small boat, but it also seemed to be getting hot. Fortunately, the Frost Fist could cool it down.

Mud Bodhisattva said, "Don't worry, we can reach the World Society by going downstream."

With Mud Bodhisattva's assurance, Qin Shuang breathed a sigh of relief.

He was worried that he would lose his way and miss the important task his master had entrusted to him.

After a while...

"Nie Feng, do you know who killed your father?" Mud Bodhisattva suddenly asked.

"The Sword Master of Nanlin, Commander Duan?"

Clay Bodhisattva: "..."

He had just blurted out those words in a moment of passion, and immediately realized that if he told Nie Feng that his master, Xiong Ba, who had raised him, was the murderer of his father and mother, he would die first, no matter what would happen to Nie Feng.

But now that the conversation has reached this point, it wouldn't be appropriate not to continue.

“It’s Xiong Ba.” Tan Wenjie, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up. “Back then, Xiong Ba and Nie Renwang made a duel on the top of the Buddha statue. He also kidnapped your mother, Yan Ying. Later, your father, Nie Renwang, was seriously injured and dragged into Lingyun Cave by the Fire Qilin. Your mother also fell to her death from the Buddha statue.”

"Cough cough!" The clay bodhisattva coughed rapidly in a state of tension.

He found the mysterious man who called himself "Chan Ho-nam" increasingly incomprehensible.

"You're talking nonsense!" Qin Shuang and Nie Feng said in unison.

The two even immediately channeled their inner strength, intending to take action against Tan Wenjie in order to protect their master's reputation.

However, just as the two of them raised their hands, a gentle force touched their shoulders through their fingertips.

Tan Wenjie, who was sitting at the stern of the boat talking to the little girl next to the clay Buddha just a moment ago, has now appeared behind them without them noticing.

Wow, so fast! X2
They didn't feel anything at all, not even Nie Feng, who was known for his leg techniques and lightness skills.

Such uncanny lightness skill is probably unmatched anywhere else in the world.

What terrified them even more was that their bodies seemed to be wrapped and bound by countless threads, as if they were trapped in a cocoon, completely unable to move, unlike the stiffness they experienced when pressure points were pressed.

Clearly, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great, and the moves they used were beyond their comprehension, leaving them only able to passively take hits.

"It looks like we're almost at Lingyun Cave." Tan Wenjie shaded his eyes with his hand as he looked ahead, and asked the Mud Bodhisattva, "Have you ever heard of the Twelve Terrors?"

The clay Buddha shook its head: "Never heard of it."

Tan Wenjie then asked, "Do you know about the Four Divine Beasts?"

“Dragon, Phoenix, Fire Qilin, and Black Tortoise.” Mud Bodhisattva nodded this time, but added, “Of the Four Divine Beasts, apart from the Fire Qilin, the others are just legends.”

The reason why only the Fire Qilin's information is reliable in this world is that, besides the Mud Bodhisattva's limited knowledge, there is another possibility: the world's level is too low.

What Mud Bodhisattva really wanted to complain about was that it was still several days' journey to Lingyun Cave, and they had only traveled half a day by boat. How could they possibly be almost there?

Considering the opponent's formidable strength, Mud Bodhisattva decided to remain silent.

Traveling downstream, it was originally planned that it would take several days to reach Lingyun Cave, but unexpectedly, a large Buddha statue actually came into view in just half a day.

Something's definitely wrong!
Not to mention the Mud Bodhisattva, even Nie Feng and Qin Shuang, who were frozen in place, sensed that something was wrong. All of this was definitely related to Tan Wenjie.

How exactly did they manage to travel thousands of miles by boat in half a day? (End of Chapter)