Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 223 Those who are to receive this punishment will be condemned to the Avici Hell, never to be released.
Seven days later.

Zhuang Buran's name spread far and wide, but it was the battle outside Ping'an County that truly made his name known.

Five or six hundred second-rank minor grandmaster martial artists died, dozens of Vajra realm martial artists died, and renowned first-class masters such as Fan Zhenhai, Yang Chunting, and Wei Shuyang all perished on the spot.

In addition, Han Diaosi, one of the three great villains of the Spring and Autumn Period, also died. He was ranked tenth in the martial arts rankings of the time. Although it is said that Wang Xianzhi, Deng Tai'a and Cao Changqing were outstanding in the world, the other seven were just tutors to the prince. However, they were still among the most outstanding people in the world.

In particular, Han Diaosi is known as Han Wudi, who is below the level of a terrestrial immortal. Even Wang Xianzhi once said that his mastery of the Finger Profound Realm was inferior to his.

Secretly, Tantai Pingjing, the sect leader of the Guanyin Sect in the South China Sea, who was most skilled in observing qi, bluntly stated that even a terrestrial immortal would only have a 40% chance of winning against a human-cat.

This shows his extraordinary strength, not to mention that Qi Lianhua, who had been living in seclusion for many years, also died in this great battle.

This man was a genuine terrestrial immortal, yet he still died at the hands of an ordinary, poor peasant boy.

In just a few days, all the major powers listed him as someone not to be trifled with, and countless martial artists in the martial arts world cursed Xu Rentu, feeling that he lived up to the name of a demon.

The bounty notice was clearly a honeyed bait with deadly poison. Anyone who took the bait could forget about any divine skills or riches; they would only end up in the underworld.

In an instant, Xu Xiao, who already had a bad reputation, became even worse. He had completely lost all sense of integrity and loyalty. Everyone hated the previous upheaval at the Northern Liang Prince's Mansion, wondering why they hadn't killed this scourge.

At the same time, from the highest levels of government to the lowest levels of society, everyone was filled with unparalleled curiosity about the boy in gray linen clothes.

How could a sixteen-year-old farm boy suddenly undergo such a dramatic change? Some top powers naturally speculated that he might be a reincarnated deity.

After all, various ancient books record that there are frequent occurrences of reincarnations of immortals in the world.

Such extraordinary beings as the patriarchs of Longhu Mountain, Wudang Mountain, or Zhenwu the Great often manifest themselves in their reincarnations.

As a result, many people are speculating which deity the gray-clad boy in hemp clothing is the reincarnation of, perhaps even Lu Zu.

More than a month later.

Jianzhou.

On the official road, a young man in gray linen clothes lay back on a donkey as they traveled.

Suddenly, a plump, fair-skinned, and beautiful young girl came running in panic, only to find that she was being chased by what appeared to be a group of bandits and robbers.

When the bandits caught up, the girl seemed to have nowhere to run, so she could only hide behind the donkey, trembling and afraid to make a sound.

"Hey kid, get lost! You think you can play the hero and save the damsel in distress?" a thug sneered.

"Alas, I, Zhuang, have always been the kind of person who would turn a blind eye to injustices, but you all are so rude and disrespectful. Why do you suffer like this?"

The young man in gray linen clothes, lying on the back of the donkey, sighed softly. Suddenly, seven or eight leaves fell, slitting the throats of all the bandits and mountain brigands blocking the way.

Just as they continued on their way, the girl rushed out and expressed her heartfelt gratitude:

"Thank you so much for saving my life, young master."

Zhuang Buran lazily interrupted:

"Your next words will not be something like, 'I have no way to repay your great kindness, so I can only repay you with my body, or that I am willing to be your slave.'"

The girl was taken aback, then began to speak in detail:
"My original surname was Song. When I was young, war broke out, and I was the only one left in my family. Because I was fairly good-looking, I was bought as a maid. I never expected that today, when I went with my master to offer incense at Longhu Mountain, we would encounter vicious bandits."

"I have no interest in hearing your story, nor am I the type to be a good person. You can leave your words to someone who likes to stand up for justice."

The boy in the gray linen shirt said casually:

"I believe that with your beautiful face, you will surely find a chivalrous hero who will stand up for you and even take pity on you, taking you in or marrying you."

Having said that, the donkey continued on its way. The girl watched the two figures disappear into the distance, a hint of hesitation on her pretty face, before she immediately chased after them. Half an hour later.

The boy in the gray linen shirt lay lazily on the donkey's back, while the silent girl followed behind him.

"Hehe, what's the meaning of you following me around all the time? I only have a little donkey and I'm dressed in a hemp shirt. I really can't afford to support a pampered maid like you."

"Young master, I'm easy to feed and don't eat much."

Zhuang Buran interrupted the girl for the third time:
"Zhuang waited for more than a month, but he never expected to be caught in a honey trap by the Northern Liang."

He sat up from the donkey's back and looked the girl up and down:

"Her face was like a peach blossom, her skin like solidified cream, and she possessed a natural fragrance. Her demeanor was elegant and graceful. She was indeed a rare beauty."

"If I'm not mistaken, you were originally the niece of the Lord of Dunhuang City in Northern Mang. Your aunt was a concubine of the Northern Mang Emperor. You entered the Northern Liang Prince's Mansion as a hostage when you were young, and later became Xu Caobao's maid, Hongshe."

"Secretly, he is also one of the top ten assassins, codenamed Jin She, and like Qingniao, the daughter of the Gun Immortal, he has become a so-called death warrior."

Red Musk's pupils contracted slightly, her expression no longer gentle and refined as she coldly said:

"How did you find out?"

"I am a sorcerer skilled in divination; there are few things in this world I do not know." The young man in gray linen robes smiled.
"Xu Xiao is so adept at making his enemies work for him, so I have recently done some research on methods to refine my mind."

A faint blue light flickered at his fingertips:
"The demonic cultivation methods in the 'Heavenly Book' are the foundation, the 'Infatuation Curse' is the framework, and the 'Dao Heart Demon Seed Great Method' and the 'Black Heavenly Book' are the flesh and blood."

Red Musk looked stunned, a deep blue light appearing in her eyes.

"The methods of demonic cultivation are extreme and peculiar. They will forcibly erase your memories of your entire life, and then capture your three souls and seven spirits to forge them into a fierce demonic seed. From then on, although you will be able to obtain all kinds of supernatural powers and greatly improve your strength, your life will no longer belong to you."

"This is just as you wish, to serve me as a slave."

The light at the fingertips of the boy in the gray linen shirt dimmed, while the light in his red musk-red eyes shone brightly.

"Since it has the power to devour memories, extinguish souls, enslave the dead, and lock the heart, this method should be called the 'Unending River of Oblivion Technique.' Those who are to receive this power will sink into the Avici Hell and never be able to escape."

The next day.

Everyone knows that Jianzhou has Jiangxi Longhu and Jiangdong Xuanyuan. The former is the ancestral home of Taoism. The Zhao family, a Taoist family with the same surname as the emperor, has been a hereditary Taoist lineage for more than 60 generations. They have been upholding the mandate of heaven for 1,600 years. Longhu Mountain, which covers a radius of 100 li, is the mountain where the Celestial Masters sect originated.

The latter does not enter officialdom. Let the world be chaotic or peaceful, I will cultivate myself and manage my family, remaining steadfast. They are a martial arts family with a history of hundreds of years. Moreover, they have an abundance of books. Secret manuals and classics that other sects regard as treasures are countless in the Wending Pavilion of Guniu Dagang in Huishan. In terms of the number of books, it is second only to the Tingchao Pavilion of the Northern Liang Martial Arts Treasury.

In addition, the threshold for recruiting guest retainers is extremely low. They claim to select talents from all walks of life, so the vast Huishan Mountain has gathered nearly a thousand martial arts elites, and has a reputation for dominating the southeast region.

At the foot of Huishan Mountain, a man and a woman appeared.

The young man in the gray linen shirt looked up and saw steep cliffs and towering peaks in front of him, with waterfalls cascading down the cliffs.

It can be said to combine the grandeur of the North with the elegance of the South.

Zhuang Buran's eyes flickered, and the sound of the waterfall cascading down from the heights and crashing against the rocks gradually coalesced into a lively and melodious ballad, conveying a sense of freedom and unrestraint.

Walk, walk, walk, heroes, follow me! We've traversed countless green hills, yet we remain young; our youthful ambitions are beyond reproach.

Carefree and unrestrained, I vie with heaven and earth for freedom, sharing a cup of wine, for true affection is hard to find in this world.

The melody spread throughout Huishan Mountain, captivating many listeners, a faint blue light unconsciously appearing deep within their eyes.

(End of this chapter)