I was chased at the beginning, and I got the first quick sword

Chapter 548 Mo Duxing Wants to Kill

The anticipated scene of father and son recognizing each other never actually happened.

The reason is simple... Mo Duxing has disappeared without a trace!
Chu Qing was dumbfounded.

One or two of them, none of them are easy to deal with.

The shepherd boy ran away on his own and ended up encountering Li Juechen.

Mo Duxing also ran away secretly, missing the chance to reunite with Huangfu Changkong.

Chu Qing glanced at Huangfu Changkong and spread his hands:
“Your son has grown legs and ran away, but I’m not lying to you, he was here before.”

"Words are no proof... Since you say that my son is right here, can you explain his name and identity?"

Huangfu Changkong's face was a little pale. His internal injuries had not been treated and he had been dragged around by Dongfang Jinghong for hundreds of miles. Now he felt that they were even more serious.

"What's so difficult about this?"

Chu Qing said:

"His current name is Mo Duxing. He lives in the Taiyi Sect and has become a disciple of Cui Bunu, the Fist of the Unyielding God."

"Senior Cui is right here. Should we call him out so he can confront you?"

"Never walk alone..."

Huangfu Changkong frowned, pondered for a long time, and then suddenly said:

"Very well, I will follow you back to the Southern City. If he is truly there, you can bring him here so we can recognize each other."

"However, if you deceive me... I will not let you off with my three-foot-long sword!"

Chu Qing nodded indifferently:

"it is good."

Without saying anything more, the group turned back towards the south of the city.

On the way, Wu Qianhuan, Wenrou, and Mutong'er began to ask Chu Qing about the details of the battle and how such a big commotion could have occurred.

Chu Qing recounted the events in detail, leaving Wu Qianhuan and Wenrou speechless with astonishment.

They never expected that while they were waiting at the foot of the mountain, Chu Qing had already gone up the mountain and fought against the number one expert in the world.

Moreover, they won.

If it weren't for the Heavenly Evil Cult's unpredictable martial arts, which allowed its leader to be resurrected, the Heavenly Evil Cult's grand plan to unify the world would have failed today.

However, when he heard that the Heavenly Evil Cult Leader had been resurrected, he didn't even bother to put on his clothes and ran away as fast as he could.

The people looked at each other with somewhat bewildered expressions.

For a moment, I didn't know whether I should laugh or not...

"The Heavenly Evil Cult Leader fled naked; this must be widely publicized!"
"We must spread the word far and wide, so that the whole world knows!!"

Shang Qiuyu, always eager for drama:

"The Heavenly Evil Cult has been invading the martial world for so long, causing countless bloody storms. Now that this matter has been spread, all the masters in the martial world should know that even the so-called leader of the Heavenly Evil Cult is by no means some kind of three-headed, six-armed god or demon. He is also a person who can be afraid, die, and feel pain!"

The shepherd boy glanced at his own father:
"You're making all this noise, aren't you just trying to create a spectacle?"

"It won't cause any delay."

Shang Qiuyu shrugged.

Dongfang Jinghong then said:
"The Xuan Emperor is right. The defeat and retreat of the Heavenly Evil Sect leader to Yue Song Mountain is indeed a matter worth writing about."

"The martial arts world has suffered from the evil cult for too long. This great victory should boost morale and prevent people from turning pale at the mere mention of 'evil'."

Chu Qing glanced at the two of them; they were planning to use her as a morale booster.

Will I use myself to rekindle confidence in this world?

It is indeed a good idea... but I have not considered how much the Heavenly Evil Cult Leader will hate me after he finds out.

If he comes in a fit of rage and wants to fight to the death, will the rest of them still be able to stand up to him?

At this moment, what Chu Qing needs most is time.

Having repelled the Heavenly Evil Cult Leader this time, he was confident that if he had a little more time, he would be able to completely reduce him to ashes the next time he saw him, even if the leader were to come back to life.

……

Hundreds of miles away, a figure traversed mountains and crossed rivers, crashing into a rock wall with a loud bang, and then ran wildly forward, carving out a mountain passage.

He ran hurriedly, as if some terrifying thing was chasing him frantically.

But he never looked back.

He ran for nearly a thousand miles before finally stopping.

Looking back, there was no one in sight.

Looking ahead, there was no smoke rising from any chimneys.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief, slowly squatted down, and hugged his arms, trembling.

At this moment, no matter who among the Twelve Holy Kings of the Heavenly Evil Sect or the Four Great War Lords came before him, they could not imagine the fear that filled the eyes of this young man.

It turned out to be their lawless, wicked, and unscrupulous cult leader.

"How can there be such a person in this world?"

"How could there be... such martial arts?"

He muttered to himself, still filled with constant fear, feeling that Chu Qing could suddenly jump out from anywhere—in the bushes, behind the trees, at the bottom of the river—and throw a Maha Boundless attack at his head without a word.

"No, no! I absolutely cannot just sit here and wait to die!!"
"He used such martial arts just now, his internal energy must have run out of steam..."

"That's right, that must be it! I'm going to find him, kill him... then I won't have to be afraid of anything!!"

With this thought in mind, he hardened his heart and turned to go back.

But before he could take that step, he squatted down again:
"But I don't dare..."

What if I guess wrong?
What if he kills me again?
"How scary...how terrifying!"

He hugged his arms, buried his head, and suppressed sobs escaped from between his arms.

An old man carrying firewood came down from the mountain and saw him. He was a little surprised. Where did this strange man come from?

Why are you squatting here crying without any clothes on?
Fortunately, this place is secluded. What would happen if the young women and wives in the village saw this?

He coughed.
"Young man, young man!?"

The leader of the Heavenly Evil Cult ignored him, so the old man had no choice but to go up to him and gently pat his arm:

"Young man, why are you crying?"

The leader of the Heavenly Evil Cult was startled and looked up abruptly. Seeing a woodcutter who was completely powerless, he stammered:

"I...I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?"

The old man smiled:
"I've lived at the foot of this mountain my whole life, and I've never been frightened to tears by this mountain."

"Why are you crying like this, child?"

"Wipe your tears quickly, or people will laugh at you."

Why are they trying to scare me?

"It's because you're a coward."

The old man said with a smile:

"But child, I'm telling you, don't be afraid."

"No matter what mountain it is or who it is, there's nothing to be afraid of!"
Even if you can't conquer this mountain right away, you should get close to it, understand it, and eventually you will be able to conquer it.

"Otherwise, just crying here won't do any good."

The leader of the Heavenly Evil Cult looked up at the woodcutter, the fear in his eyes lessening considerably, whether it had vanished or was hidden deep within them, it was unclear.

He just felt that what the old man said seemed to make a lot of sense. Getting close was fine, but he also needed to understand the other party, and even more importantly, understand the other party's martial arts skills.

Only by knowing oneself and one's enemy can one win a battle. As the leader of the Heavenly Evil Cult, how can I stand still out of fear?
He nodded repeatedly:
"Grandpa, you're right! Thank you so much."

"Hmm? You've figured it out and stopped crying? Haha, young man, that's great. I see you don't have any clothes left. Why don't you come home with me first, and I'll find you some clothes to wear?"

"it is good."

The leader of the Heavenly Evil Cult nodded repeatedly.

The old man immediately shouldered the firewood and headed straight for his home.

He had only taken two steps when a hand was placed on his head. With just a light tap, the woodcutter died on the spot without even uttering a sound.

"You saw me in such a disheveled state, how could I let you leave alive?"

The leader of the Heavenly Evil Cult slowly exhaled and then sat cross-legged.

Although the Great Immeasurable Might is so violent that it instills fear in the Heavenly Evil Cult Leader, since this martial art has caught his eye, he is certain that he will be able to learn it.

He then dissected the technique in reverse, and one day he was able to uncover the secret of this martial art.

Then, I won't have to fear Chu Qing anymore.

He has always been a very capable person. When he had this idea, he sat cross-legged and began to study the Mahayana Sutra.

Gradually transform the body's vital energy.

This period of luck lasted for two hours.

Footsteps came from afar, and without looking up, one could tell that it was a few idle peasants who knew no martial arts.

You can also hear an older woman say:

“My husband usually comes home by this time. But we haven’t heard from him all day. Could you all come with me up the mountain to look for him…”

As soon as I got to this point, I felt a jolt in my heart.

She spotted the old man lying on the ground at a glance, her mind went blank, the world spun around her, and she almost fell to the ground.

The people standing nearby quickly helped him up; some pinched his philtrum, while others glared at the Heavenly Evil Cult Leader and angrily said:

"Who are you? Did you harm my second uncle?"

The Heavenly Evil Cult Leader, despite having no clues about the Maha Boundless he had seen, was at a crucial moment in circulating his inner energy.

Who has time to deal with these villagers?
"Playing dumb is not the mark of a good person!!"

"Greasy hair and powdered face, and not wearing any clothes... It's indecent!"

"He's definitely the one who killed Second Uncle. He deserves to die! Let's kill him!!!"

Outraged, several villagers grabbed pitchforks and hoes and attacked the leader of the Heavenly Evil Cult.

With a loud bang, a hoe slammed down on his head.

The Heavenly Evil Cult Leader was greatly shocked by the impact. He was now practicing his cultivation as he had predicted, trying to replicate the Great Immeasurable, but he found that no matter what he did, he could hardly capture the essence of the Great Immeasurable.

The movement of true qi is like walking on thin ice over an abyss.

The hoe that struck his head directly caused his internal energy to become disordered.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and before he could speak, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Several villagers were taken aback, but then became furious and stepped forward to confront him.

What kind of person is the leader of the Ketian Evil Cult?
Why would I say more to them?

With a flick of his sleeve, [Heavenly Prisoner of the Eight Desolations]!
When this move is used on Chu Qing and the others, it simply makes them feel stuck in the surrounding environment, unable to breathe properly, and their hands and feet become clumsy, which can be broken by using their own internal energy.

But for these villagers, this immense pressure was so overwhelming that several loud bangs rang out, and several men wielding pitchforks and hoes were instantly reduced to a cloud of blood mist, dying on the spot.

The remaining villagers and the elderly woman who had just woken up stared in disbelief, their hearts pounding with fear.

The leader of the Heavenly Evil Cult didn't even glance at them; with a flick of his hand, the remaining few followed suit.

"Why, why is this happening?"
"Why can't I figure it out...?"

"Could it be that my talent is insufficient for me to comprehend his ultimate technique?"
"No...impossible. They all say I am the greatest genius of the Heavenly Evil Cult in hundreds of years...there is no martial art in this world that I cannot comprehend."

Having said that, he spat out another mouthful of blood with a "poof".

He frowned, knowing that this was a case of qi deviation.

One must stabilize one's true qi and guide it back to its origin.

But looking at his surroundings, he stood up and headed towards the headquarters of the Heavenly Evil Sect.

This is not a good place for enlightenment; he needs to find a quiet place to slowly deduce and cultivate.

"I'm not afraid of you... Once I've deduced your divine skills, I won't be afraid of you anymore..."

"Next time I see you, I will definitely... beat you to death!"
"Use your blood to wash away the shame upon me!!"

……

Towards the south of the city.

Dongfang Jinghong and Huangfu Changkong both decided to recuperate at the City Lord's Mansion for the time being.

As for Shang Qiuyu, his injuries, though not as severe as the other two, were still quite painful.

Furthermore, with the shepherd boy still by Chu Qing's side, Shang Qiuyu naturally had to stay.

After arranging rooms for Dongfang Jinghong and Huangfu Changkong, Chu Qing went to find Mo Duxing.

After looking around, they discovered that although Mo Duxing had secretly left, he had not returned.

"Has something happened?"

Chu Qing had a vague sense of unease.

So they simply asked Liu Zhaonian to send someone to look for it.

Having experienced this great battle, although his internal energy had fully recovered, he still felt quite exhausted, so he went straight back to his room.

He raised an eyebrow slightly as soon as he reached the door.

When he opened the door, he saw a person with their back to him, silently drinking tea.

Chu Qing's lips twitched:
"I've been looking for you so hard, and you're in my room?"

Mo Duxing said calmly:
"I was right. You took me to Wangshan Pavilion because of Huangfu Changkong."

Chu Qing's expression changed somewhat upon hearing this.

He turned and closed the door, then slowly walked to the table and sat down.

"Senior Cui probably didn't tell you about this."

"No."

"Then how do you know Huangfu Changkong?"

"Because I was already old enough to remember things when I was taken away."

Mo Duxing spoke in a very indifferent tone, saying something that made Chu Qing's heart skip a beat.

His finger tapped lightly on the table:
Do you know what happened back then?