Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 40: Go with the flow to avoid disaster, go against the flow to gain the power of Huiyuan

"You don't explain anything and don't make any unnecessary struggles. This really makes me look at you with new eyes." Zhuang Bu Ran spoke slowly.

Yang Kang straightened his back:

"Hmph, since I've already lost everything, I can afford to lose. Life is but one death, and I've had enough of life."

"Really?" Zhuang Bu Ran suddenly asked without any context:
"How old is your son?"

Yang Kang's pupils trembled, and he said instinctively:

"What son? A real man never has to worry about not having a wife. I have been training martial arts for the past few years, just to wait for my plan to succeed and obtain your magical skills. Then I will naturally have wealth, honor and beauty."

"Zhuang really wants to believe what you say, but your heartbeat tells me that you seem to be lying." Zhuang Bu Ran sneered.

"Ridiculous! Kill me if you have the guts." Yang Kang shouted.

"Zhuang boy, he..."

Just as Hong Qigong was about to open his mouth, the young man in green robe stretched out his hand and pointed, a bloody hole appeared in Yang Kang's throat, and he fell to the ground and died.

"He what?" Zhuang Bu Ran asked casually, as if he had done nothing.

Hong Qigong gave a dry laugh, feeling a bit cold:
"You also know that my Beggars' Sect is very good at getting information. Yang Kang has indeed never married or had children."

"So what if he's the best at finding out information? Aren't you still a beggar? Why are you acting so arrogant?" Zhuang Bu Ran's face was filled with even more suspicion.

Hong Qigong: "..."

"Amitabha, Mr. Zhuang's One Yang Finger is far more powerful than mine, and even has 70% to 80% of the charm of the lost Six Meridians Divine Sword. I really admire it. But this is ultimately a martial art for self-preservation and life-saving. Using it to kill is truly harmful to others."

Yideng said in a gentle voice:

"All results arise from causes, and all retributions arise from karma. Please reconsider, Mr. Zhuang, and do not commit the sin of killing again."

Zhuang Bu Ran said lightly:
"Buddhism often talks about the cycle of cause and effect. So wouldn't it be better to end it here? That way there would be no cycle at all."

This sentence left Yideng speechless, and he felt that he was worthy of being the most vicious and violent devil in the world.

Hong Qigong also looked as if he had just truly understood the true nature of the young man in green robe.

Zhuang Bu Ran glanced at the thousands of people in the martial arts world and said with a smile:

"Besides, they are nothing but weeds."

"Zhuang boy, you are clearly a martial arts fanatic who doesn't like the hustle and bustle and only wants to stay in a secluded place to practice martial arts. How did you become like this now?" Hong Qigong frowned.

"Zhuang practiced martial arts to keep his ears clear, but someone wouldn't let me have peace, so I had no choice but to send him underground to find peace. That way, we can keep to ourselves."

Hong Qigong was speechless when he heard this, but he still tried to persuade him earnestly:

"Do you really think you can defeat them all with just your martial arts skills?"

"It's better to resolve a feud than to create one. If you fight to the point of both sides getting hurt, neither of you will end up in trouble."

Having said this, he looked towards the good and evil forces in the martial arts world and continued:

"Although divine martial arts are wonderful, they also require a life to practice. In all these days, haven't you noticed that this person's martial arts have reached an extraordinary level? Is he determined to lose his life on the top of Mount Huashan?"

Hong Qigong turned his gaze to the Kongtong Sect elders:
"Elder Zhou, the murderer behind the scenes is dead, and your sect has suffered heavy casualties. If the killing continues, even if the Kongtong Sect can survive, it will no longer be what it once was. It will probably be reduced to a small sect with only a few people. How can you be worthy of our ancestors if you do that?"

He turned his attention to the jianghu who were seeking revenge for their friends and relatives:

"Everyone, the dead cannot be resurrected, so we should live well. I'm sure your relatives and friends don't want to see you suffer because of their death."

The middle-aged man surnamed Li said in great grief and anger:
"Boss Hong, although what you said makes sense, the hatred for killing my son is irreconcilable. Today, it's either me or him, or he or I."

As soon as he finished speaking, many people immediately echoed:
"Not bad!"

"well said!"

"If I don't kill this demon, I will never become a human being!"

"Very good. If I let you go, how can I be worthy of the shared hatred of good and evil in the martial arts world?" The young man in green robes walked out slowly, one hand behind his back. He glanced at everyone and suddenly smiled.
"By the way, I'm not a cruel or bloodthirsty person. If you want to save your life, then you can destroy all your martial arts skills and cut off your legs and hands, and you will have a chance to survive."

"Arrogant!" The Dian Cang Sect's leader drew his sword and roared:

"Everyone, follow me and kill together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped forward, immediately leading most of the people, all holding sharp blades, and rushing towards the young man in green robe.

Hong Qigong led the Beggars' Sect members to retreat and sighed:
"I can't persuade this old beggar any more. Both sides are mad with killing intent. I'm afraid they won't give up until one side is completely wiped out."

"Amitabha." Yideng also led his disciples to retreat to a distance.

At the same time, Zhuang Bu Ran murmured softly:

"If you go with the trend, you can avoid discipline and calculate disaster, but if you go against the trend, you can master Yuan Gong."

In an instant, a light white Qi appeared around his body, and his long gray hair turned into snow-white hair. His skin and eyes gradually became lighter and turned white.

"What kind of Kung Fu is this?" Hong Qigong in the distance was astonished.

The young man in green robe raised his hand and slapped it, and with just the strong wind as fierce as a knife, he strung together more than ten people who were rushing towards him into a blood gourd. The force, which was full of the power of a dragon and an elephant, pierced through the chests of seven or eight people at once.

Such a horrifying scene left countless people stunned.

"Zhuang Yanluo's magic power is extraordinary, everyone must be careful."

Elder Zhou of the Kongtong Sect shouted loudly and was about to perform the "Seven Injury Fist" when he saw a young man in green robes suddenly appear in front of him. Before he could make a move, he felt an extremely familiar punch on his heart, and his body was thrown back suddenly, affecting many Kongtong disciples behind him.

"Everyone, work together to surround the devil Zhuang, only then can we wear him down to death." The middle-aged man surnamed Li shouted hurriedly.

But just as he finished shouting, his scalp tingled. The young man in green robe, who was at least twenty or thirty feet away, suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost.

Before he could even make a strong move, his head was easily taken off.

Zhuang Bu Ran casually clapped his hands seven or eight times, and more than ten people around him immediately rushed to the underworld. Then he wandered around.

In an instant, he killed dozens of martial arts masters with many swords and knives on his arms.

He leaped up, and the swords held in his arms shattered one after another. The fragments turned into a violent storm and attacked downwards.

Suddenly, screams were heard on the field, and more than seventy people lost their lives in an instant.

Zhuang Bu Ran, still wearing a spotless green robe, landed steadily on the ground and said calmly:
"Go on, let's see if I can kill you all before my energy runs out."

"Don't be fooled, he must be recovering his energy in secret. Don't give him time to recover. Surround and kill him."

While this man was speaking, he came over again with many people to kill him.

Zhuang Bu Ran was calm and composed, and his fingertips released extremely sharp force. Before long, there were piles of corpses lying around him.

A barefoot young man in green clothes and white hair was seen stepping on the corpses. His demonic posture had already scared some people away.

But it was his fingertips that were pointing in the air, and the murderous intent spread along with his fingers, taking people's lives in a breath. He felt terrified and creepy.

"Why don't you continue? Are you afraid? Or terrified?"

Zhuang Bu Ran's eyes were filled with ferocity:
"I have the Nine Yin Manual you want, I also have the Five Supremes' magical skills, and I also have many other martial arts that you don't know about. Don't you want any of them?"

"Come, Zhuang will demonstrate it to you now."

"Just now it was the pinnacle of One Finger Zen, and now it's the most masculine of all, Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

He leaped up, thrust out his palm, and unleashed a 'Flying Dragon in the Sky' move. The unparalleled power of his palm made those present helpless, and seven or eight more people were beaten to death.

A set of Dragon Subduing Palms was performed, sending dozens of people to the underworld. Hong Qigong, who was far away, saw this and couldn't help but sigh:
"The strength is sometimes strong, sometimes weak, sometimes swallowed, sometimes released. From the strongest hardness comes the strongest softness. This old beggar is truly ashamed of himself."

"Alas, forget about your 'Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms'. The 'One Finger of Sun' he displayed has already brought forth new ideas and reached another level." Yideng clasped his hands together, his eyes full of pity.

(End of this chapter)