Liver into a martial arts legend: starting with Embroidered Spring Blade

Chapter 136: One Sword Shakes the Heroes, the Shaolin Abbot Descends the Mountain, Shen Lang's Legacy! [Guaranteed Two-in-One]

A gentle breeze swept through, and the entire Xingyun Manor was deathly silent.

The warm sun rose and its rays shone down, but no one felt warmth; instead, they felt a deep chill.

The dignified old man was named Qin Xiaoyi, nicknamed "Iron-Hearted Shakes All Directions." He was not only highly skilled but also very prestigious in the martial arts world. His son, Qin Chong, was even accepted as the only lay disciple by Master Xinhu, the head of the Shaolin Temple in Baoding, which shows how influential he was.

In front of so many martial arts practitioners, he originally intended to stand up for Long Xiaoyun and demonstrate his prestige and benevolence, but he never expected that he would die at Jiang Xuan's hands before he could even announce his name.

And then there's 'Whip God' Ximen Rou. Although he just lost to Zhuge Gang by a single move, causing his ranking on the weapon list to drop by one place, no one has denied his strength.

No matter what, he was a grandmaster, and a grandmaster who had grasped the concept of 'momentum'.

But it was also cleaved in two by a single blow!
He was ranked eighth on the weapons list and is now removed from the list!
Everyone was horrified, gasping for breath, and retreated, not daring to get too close to the ferocious man.

They started fighting without warning, and in front of so many people, without any restraint.

That's absolutely brutal!
"Amitabha!"

After a brief silence, a Buddhist chant accompanied by a long sigh rang out, like a morning bell and evening drum, resonating in everyone's hearts.

As everyone looked over, they saw Master Xinmei walk out from the crowd, his powerful inner energy radiating outwards, shining like a small sun in the courtyard.

Qin Xiaoyi was ultimately on good terms with Shaolin, and her son was the only lay disciple of Abbot Xinhu of Shaolin. Now that Qin Xiaoyi had been killed, Abbot Xinmei, as a protector elder of Shaolin and also Abbot Xinhu's junior brother, naturally could not sit idly by.

Everyone looked on with anticipation, hoping that Master Xinmei could suppress this villain.

"Wait a minute!"

Li Xunhuan hurriedly spoke up to stop Master Xinmei.

Master Xinmei turned his eyelids slightly, looked at Li Xunhuan who was blocking his way, and said, "Does Benefactor Li intend to plead for this villain?"

"No!"

Li Xunhuan said in a deep voice, "I only want to advise you, Master, to think twice before you act."

Clearly, among everyone present, only he had discerned Jiang Xuan's true strength.

A fourth-rank grandmaster, two different realms of understanding!
With such strength, even he wasn't entirely confident he could handle it, let alone anyone else.

Although Master Xinmei possessed profound skills and had mastered the authentic Shaolin internal energy to a high level, reaching the late stage of the Grandmaster realm, he was still highly skilled.

But facing this terrifying youth, there is absolutely no chance of victory.

It can be said that, apart from himself, no one in the entire manor is a match for this young man!

"Amitabha!"

Master Xinmei's attitude was firm, his brows furrowed and his expression fierce, like a wrathful Vajra in Buddhism: "This boy committed violence in public, Benefactor Li, there is no need to persuade him any further. Our Shaolin emphasizes compassion and has never seen such a ferocious person before. No matter what, we will suppress this boy today and take him back to Shaoshi Mountain to exorcise the demon!"

"Staff Formation!"

Master Xinmei gave a soft shout, and twelve young monks behind him instantly rushed out with their staffs, surrounding Jiang Xuan and his companions. Their auras were connected, as if they were one.

The twelve innate martial monks also unleashed a berserk aura at the level of grandmasters.

“Master…” Li Xunhuan paled.

"My sworn brother!"

Long Xiaoyun shouted, "Master is compassionate, why do you have to stop him?"

"Indeed, this boy committed violence in public with cruel methods; he is undoubtedly a member of the demonic path!"

Another person shouted angrily, "Li Xunhuan, as a great hero, do you intend to associate with the demonic path?"

"If you still have any sense of morality, you shouldn't be stopping the master. Instead, you should join the others in killing this man on the spot and avenging Master Qin!"

Li Xunhuan's face turned pale and then red, unsure how to explain.

The crowd ignored him and joined forces with the Shaolin monks to form a net-like formation, surrounding Jiang Xuan and his companions and blocking all their escape routes.

By now, people have long lost the will to distinguish right from wrong.

But since you've decided to take action, you still need to find a reason for yourself first.

"This boy is cruel and ruthless, he kills without blinking an eye. There's no need to talk about morality with him, let's all attack and kill him!" a man with a sword shouted.

In an instant, nearly a hundred people in the arena, except for the Money Gang and a few others, all joined the siege.

Led by Master Xinmei, they were all brandishing swords, exuding murderous intent, and glaring angrily.

"If you're going to do something, then do it. Why do you have to find an excuse for yourself?"

Jiang Xuan sneered, not at all surprised by this scene, but since he dared to come, how could he have been unprepared?

"Monk, is your Shaolin Temple sure you want to get involved in this matter? Are you prepared for the annihilation of your entire family?" Jiang Xuan asked Master Xinmei.

"Amitabha! The Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will?"

Master Xinmei said with a righteous and awe-inspiring expression: "I am also aware of the ins and outs of the feud between you and Lord Long."

"Putting aside the facts, Tan Yue forcibly seized the Golden Silk Armor from the Golden Lion Escort Agency. The Dragon Manor Master sincerely invited Tan Yue to come and discuss the matter, but Tan Yue ruthlessly killed more than a dozen people. Today, when he came to the door, he killed people in public again. It is clear that Tan Yue has become deeply possessed by evil."

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but there is always a shore to turn back to. Benefactor, you should surrender and return to Shaolin Temple with this humble monk to observe a fast, chant Buddhist scriptures, and pray for Buddha's forgiveness!"

"What a convenient excuse to ignore the facts!"

Jiang Xuan sneered and didn't waste any more words: "If you want to invite me to Shaolin, then let's see if you have the ability first!"

Master Xinmei stepped forward slowly, took the center of the formation, and said in a deep voice, "Your martial arts are superb and your skills are extraordinary. As a monk, I am also compassionate and do not wish to kill any living beings."

"If you can break through my humble Arhat gate today, I will be completely convinced and will no longer interfere in this matter."

"Arhat Formation?"

A hint of disdain flashed in Jiang Xuan's eyes as he reached out and said, "Sword!"

Lan Fenghuang immediately stepped forward and handed over the strangely shaped longsword, which was the Golden Snake Sword.

Jiang Xuan said, "Watch closely, this is how you use a sword!"

Everyone immediately stared intently at Jiang Xuan, especially A Fei, who knew that Jiang Xuan was referring to him.

He didn't understand sword stance or sword intent, but he knew that Jiang Xuan's swordsmanship was superior to his own.

hum!
The moment Jiang Xuan grasped the sword, his aura changed. He seemed to transform into a world-shaking divine sword, its sharpness fully revealed, suppressing heaven and earth.

Layer upon layer of sword intent, like crashing waves, surged forth, sweeping outwards.

At this moment, everyone felt a terrifying pressure, and they were horrified, their fighting spirit instantly dissipating.

Only the Shaolin monks remained unmoved.

Although Master Xinmei's expression was also solemn, he remained firmly at the heart of the formation. His monk's robe fluttered in the wind as he circulated the authentic Shaolin internal energy, connecting with the aura of the surrounding martial monks. Their coordination was seamless, leaving almost no flaws.

Clearly, he was quite confident in the Shaolin Arhat Formation.

But soon, his expression changed—

Swish!
Once the sword intent was formed, without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Xuan's figure moved and suddenly disappeared.

In the arena, only a cold sword light, like a rainbow piercing the sun, tore through the void and sped forward.

Faced with the unparalleled power of the Shaolin Arhat Formation, Jiang Xuan actually chose to attack the strongest defensive point of the formation, which was where Master Xinmei was located.

Rumbling--

A terrifying sword intent swept in, distorting the void and emitting a violent hissing sound.

Feeling this terrifying aura, Master Xinmei was locked onto by the sword intent and instantly realized that he had made a huge mistake. Having never come into contact with the power of intent before, he had never imagined that the power of intent would be so terrifying.

But he was still a first-rate expert, with extremely fast reaction and composure in the face of danger. With a light shout, he gathered all his true energy, combined with the blood and internal energy of the other twelve martial monks, and transformed it into a huge palm print that struck forward, with the faint sound of a dragon's roar echoing through the air.

This is clearly the authentic Vajra Palm of Shaolin.

With a single palm strike, the void distorted and trembled, as if a true Vajra had descended to earth.

However, all of this was in vain in the face of this earth-shattering sword strike.

boom!
A loud bang was heard in the arena, and the golden Buddha's palm was torn apart by the sword energy and vanished in an instant.

Then, the astonishing sword intent erupted. Master Xinmei only lasted for a moment before being swept away by the sword energy, immediately spitting blood and flying backward.

The perfectly coordinated Arhat Formation was also shattered by the sword intent in an instant. The auras of the twelve Shaolin monks around them were blocked and torn apart. They were all in the same boat, suffering heavy injuries and coughing up blood as they were sent flying backward.

With a single sword strike, Master Xinmei and the twelve monks were instantly severely injured, their meridians severed!
This was broken by brute force, without any skill whatsoever.

The power of a sword is so terrifying!
An uproar erupted in the arena. The aftershocks of the sword energy spread outwards, and the surrounding martial artists all felt the terrifying residual force, which stung their faces. They all retreated in horror, swallowed hard, and gasped in unison.

"Pfft!" Master Xinmei, who occupied the core of the formation, exerted the strongest force and was also the most severely injured at this moment. He had just staggered up from the ground when he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His face was as pale as paper, and he seemed to have aged decades in an instant.

His decades of cultivation had been destroyed, and his meridians were completely ruined. At this moment, he was no longer the fierce and powerful man he had been before. He was like a candle flickering in the wind, about to collapse.

"Your merit is truly extraordinary, and this humble monk is completely convinced!"

Master Xinmei gazed tremblingly at the proud figure standing opposite him, sword in hand, then clasped his hands together and sat cross-legged on the spot.

After saying this, his head suddenly tilted to the side, and his life slowly faded away.

This sword strike not only crippled his martial arts skills but also destroyed his life force.

"Master!"

"Uncle Master!"

The Shaolin monks cried out in shock and grief, but they were all severely injured and could no longer get up. They could only watch helplessly as Master Xinmei passed away in front of everyone.

There was dead silence.

The group of martial arts practitioners, who had been so imposing, were now all intimidated by the terrifying power of the sword, and none of them dared to take another step forward.

Ren Yingying and Lan Fenghuang had almost the same expression, extremely shocked, staring at the figure in the arena with their eyes sparkling.

Afei stared blankly at the gradually dissipating sword energy, as if savoring the memory, or perhaps having gained some insight.

"Ugh……"

Li Xunhuan sighed softly, his feelings quite complicated.

Reaching the level of artistic conception requires a contest of inner strength and an understanding of that conception.

This sword strike was flawless; even he wasn't entirely confident of victory.

"Gudu..."

Hearing Li Xunhuan's sigh, some people gradually came to their senses and couldn't help but swallow hard.

Long Xiaoyun looked terrified, but when he looked at Master Xinmei's corpse, a hint of joy couldn't help but appear in his eyes.

With Master Xinmei's death, this matter is no longer just about his feud with Jiang Xuan.

The entire Shaolin Temple will not let Jiang Xuan go.

But the next moment, his face froze, and fear once again filled his mind.

Jiang Xuan turned to look at him, his gaze cold and indifferent, as if he were looking at a dead man.

Long Xiaoyun was so frightened that he took several steps back, and only breathed a slight sigh of relief when Li Xunhuan stood in front of him: "Brother..."

"Don't be afraid, big brother, I'm here."

Li Xunhuan's expression was solemn, but he met Jiang Xuan's gaze without hesitation, blocking all the aura. A small knife quietly appeared in his hand.

A vast and powerful aura surged within his body.

This is clearly a kind of artistic conception!
Everyone felt an extremely strong sense of oppression.

But soon, the oppressive atmosphere suddenly dissipated, and Jiang Xuan withdrew his gaze and turned to the others.

"Who else wants to come and subdue the demon?"

As Jiang Xuan spoke, his gaze slowly swept across the crowd, but no one dared to meet his eyes. They all looked away or lowered their heads and pretended to look at ants.

One man with a sword subdued nearly a hundred martial arts practitioners.

Even Shangguan Fei and the others from the Money Gang shifted their gazes with grave expressions, exchanging glances and remaining silent.

Jiang Xuan scoffed, his expression filled with disdain.

Everyone was filled with shame, yet still dared not utter a sound. Jiang Xuan said nothing more, turned to look at Long Xiaoyun, and said calmly, "Master Long, next time you want to find someone to stand up for you, find a few capable fighters, like your good brother Li Tanhua, who would be quite good."

Long Xiaoyun's face was grim, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Your martial arts are superb, and I, Long, am willing to admit defeat. Consider the golden silk armor a gift to you."

"That's mine to begin with, why would I need you to give it to me?"

Jiang Xuan sneered, showing him no respect whatsoever: "I think you still don't understand the situation. Was your golden silk armor stolen by the Golden Lion Escort Agency? Even if you want to find someone, shouldn't you be looking for the Golden Lion Escort Agency?"

"Yes!" Long Xiaoyun said with a stern face.

Jiang Xuan said, "My golden silk armor was obtained from the Golden Lion Escort Agency. Even if we're looking for it, shouldn't it be the Golden Lion Escort Agency that's looking for me?"

"Yes!" Long Xiaoyun clenched his fist.

"Then, do I have any direct grudge against you?" Jiang Xuan looked at him.

Long Xiaoyun remained silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "No."

Jiang Xuan withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "Then let's get down to business."

Long Xiaoyun was stunned for a moment.

"You invited so many people here, not just to get them to help you get back the Golden Silk Armor, right?" Jiang Xuan looked at him sarcastically.

This guy may not be very capable, but he has a lot of ambition.

He believed he could manipulate everyone.

Qin Xiaoyi and the Shaolin monks were the first move he made.

If the hard ones don't work, we should switch to the soft ones next.

So, I'll give him that chance.

"Of course not."

Long Xiaoyun's eyes flickered. He took a deep breath and said, "I have invited you all here today to discuss the matter of capturing the Plum Blossom Bandit."

"Then, where is the Plum Blossom Thief?" Jiang Xuan remained noncommittal.

"It's right here inside my Xingyun Manor!"

Long Xiaoyun said, "In the past few days, people in my Xingyun Manor have been killed by the Plum Blossom Bandits. This is because my younger sister, Lin Xian'er, has sworn that she will marry whoever can kill the Plum Blossom Bandits. Therefore, the Plum Blossom Bandits will definitely not let her go."

"I hope you will stay at my Xingyun Manor for a few days. The Plum Blossom Bandit will surely reappear!"

Long Xiaoyun's words were ostensibly addressed to everyone, but his gaze remained fixed on Jiang Xuan, making his purpose all too clear.

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Jiang Xuan's eyes as he said, "Fine, then you can make the arrangements."

After saying that, Jiang Xuan turned and left.

The crowd's eyes flickered, and they vaguely discerned Long Xiaoyun's intentions.

He clearly wanted to keep Jiang Xuan at Xingyun Manor.

"Big brother!"

Li Xunhuan frowned and said in a low voice, "This man's martial arts are extremely high. Keeping him in the manor will be more of a disaster than a blessing. The matter of the golden silk armor is ultimately untenable..."

"Second brother!"

Long Xiaoyun interrupted, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes, but he still suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, "How can you still not understand? This is no longer just about a golden silk armor!"

"This person is so ruthless and decisive in killing. If we let him go, he will surely become a menace to the martial world in the future. No matter what, we must find a way to kill him and rid the martial world of this scourge!"

Long Xiaoyun gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with malice.

Li Xunhuan remained silent; he did not understand.

From beginning to end, wasn't the whole incident caused by a piece of gold-threaded armor?
If you want to use your power to intimidate others and take action against them, do you expect them to surrender and be bullied and killed by you, and then return the golden silk armor with both hands?
To rid the martial arts world of evil?
This excuse is indeed very useful.

If you were in that situation, how would you react?
A hint of confusion appeared in Li Xunhuan's eyes.

Long Xiaoyun glanced at him coldly, remaining silent as well.

He already knew that Li Xunhuan was unreliable, so he wasn't surprised that Li Xunhuan hadn't made a move.

Unexpectedly, even Ximen Rou, Master Xinmei, and others were no match for Jiang Xuan.

However, with Xinmei dead, right and wrong are no longer important.

Even if that little beast is strong, can he be stronger than the entire Shaolin Temple?

A cold glint flashed in Long Xiaoyun's eyes as he turned to look at the doorway in the distance.

There, twelve severely wounded Shaolin monks were carrying Master Xinmei's body, struggling to leave through the door. Their figures were forlorn, but almost all of them had hatred on their faces.

Long Xiaoyun sneered inwardly, feeling extremely pleased at the thought of what would happen next.

What good is high martial arts skill?
A person who doesn't know how to use their brain is ultimately just a reckless fool.

Why should I, Long Xiaoyun, need to personally kill whomever I want?

But thinking of the terrifying scene he had just witnessed, he couldn't help but shudder again.

Just in case, Long Xiaoyun pondered for a moment, then turned his head and gave Lin Xian'er a wink.

The latter nodded slightly, understanding Long Xiaoyun's meaning, and an excited look flashed in his eyes.

……

No one expected that this incident would end so abruptly.

Qin Xiaoyi and Ximen Rou were killed, Xinmei passed away, and the Shaolin monks suffered a crushing defeat.

That mysterious young man, alone with his sword, overwhelmed everyone in Xingyun Manor, preventing them from raising their heads.

But what surprised everyone even more was that, even after such a big incident, the young man still dared to stay at Xingyun Manor. It was unclear whether he truly failed to see through Long Xiaoyun's scheme or was genuinely skilled and daring, fearless and unafraid.

After the battle, the Shaolin monks left with Xinmei's body.

The Shaolin Temple in Baoding is located in Mancheng County, not far from Baoding City, and a trip there takes at most one day.

Master Xinmei was a powerful and influential elder of the Shaolin Temple in Baoding. Now that he has died, the Shaolin Temple will certainly not let this go.

Everyone understood that this matter was far from over.

Now that things have escalated to this point, a mere plum blossom thief is no longer of any importance.

A truly earth-shattering event is about to occur!

However, there is another important event today that everyone is very interested in.

That was the duel between Li Xunhuan and Guo Songyang.

Therefore, after the incident, no one left; they all stayed to watch the duel.

Unexpectedly, Guo Songyang did not appear at noon, and even Li Xunhuan disappeared.

The two clearly did not want to display this duel in front of everyone.

No one knows where they went, nor does anyone know the outcome of the duel.

Li Xunhuan did not return to his residence until sunset.

Some people saw that he had a wound on his shoulder, which was obviously caused by fighting.

The crowd gasped in astonishment, their curiosity about the outcome of the duel growing even stronger.

But Li Xunhuan remained silent, and Guo Songyang also disappeared. The outcome of this battle was destined to remain unknown, becoming a mystery.

And at the same time.

News has arrived that Abbot Xinhu of the Shaolin Temple in Baoding has personally led his elders and disciples down the mountain and is heading towards Baoding City.

Instantly, countless people were shaken and filled with boundless excitement.

Some martial arts figures who were originally planning to leave also stayed, waiting to see what would happen.

The mysterious and ruthless young man became the central focus.

“Young Master, the Shaolin Temple has sent people out of the mountains, and that young swordsman has a mysterious background, is decisive in killing, and is both righteous and evil. Things will probably change here soon, and this is not a place to stay for long. I think we should leave first.”

Inside Xingyun Manor, where the members of the Money Gang were resting, after dinner, Zhuge Gang approached Shangguan Fei and suggested that he had already decided to withdraw and no longer wanted to get involved in this turmoil.

Shangguan Fei frowned and said, "But what my father instructed me to do..."

Besides wanting to gain fame through the Plum Blossom Thief incident, he had another main reason for coming here.

That was Li Xunhuan.

Shangguan Jin Hong valued Li Xunhuan highly, not for Li Xunhuan himself, but for the martial arts he practiced.

Back then, Shen Lang also came from Baoding, and he was very close friends with Li Xunhuan's father.

Before embarking on his sea voyage, he compiled all his life's learning into a book and entrusted it to Li Xunhuan's father for safekeeping and to pass it on to him.

Li Xunhuan only learned one of the techniques, yet he mastered the Little Li Flying Dagger and ranked third on the weapon ranking list.

If we were to learn all of Shen Lang's martial arts, what would that be like?
Therefore, upon learning of this, Shangguan Jin Hong could no longer take it lightly and became interested in Shen Lang's inheritance.

However, as the leader of the Money Gang and the overlord of the Jiangnan martial arts world, his every move was watched.

If he were to come to Baoding in person, it would surely attract attention. Even if he were to actually obtain Shen Lang's inheritance, it might not be so easy for him to bring it back.

So he entrusted this matter to Shangguan Fei, and also sent several experts from the Weapon Ranking, including Zhuge Gang, to accompany him. Under the pretext of capturing the Plum Blossom Bandit, they came to Baoding, but their real purpose was to gather information and find Shen Lang's legacy.

The mission was not yet complete, and Shangguan Fei was clearly unwilling to give up.

"Young Master, the things the Chief entrusted to us are important, but your safety is also very important."

Zhuge Gang earnestly tried to dissuade him: "That young man in purple robes has extremely high martial arts skills, which are far beyond our ability to deal with. Now that the people from Shaolin Temple have also intervened in this matter, there will inevitably be a battle between the two sides. At that time, the situation will be chaotic and we may be in danger. If something happens to the young master, we will be guilty of a thousand deaths!"

“I think this might be an opportunity!” At this moment, a man with a deep aura spoke up from the side.

This man is named Xiang Song, nicknamed "Wind and Rain Meteor". He is ranked nineteenth on the Weapon Ranking and is the eighth leader of the Money Gang.

Shangguan Fei's eyes flickered slightly as he asked, "What does Master Xiang mean?"

Xiang Song's eyes flickered as he said, "Long Xiaoyun deliberately provoked that person to stay today, surely hoping to drag him out until the Shaolin Temple arrives, so that they can use the Shaolin Temple to get rid of that person."

"But that man's martial arts skills are extremely high, and the people around him are also quite strong. I think even if the people from Shaolin Temple come, it won't be so easy for them to deal with him."

"When the time comes, taking advantage of the chaos caused by the great battle between the two sides, we can fish in troubled waters and search for Shen Lang's legacy!"

Shangguan Fei's eyes lit up, and he said, "What the helmsman says makes sense. Elder Zhuge, what do you think?"

Zhuge Gang did not answer, but looked at Gao Xingkong, Yan Shuangfei and the others: "What do you think?"

After a moment of contemplation, they nodded: "I also think we can give it a try. Even if something unexpected happens, with our martial arts skills, protecting the young master shouldn't be a problem."

Zhuge Gang frowned, then sighed and nodded, saying, "Alright, then let's do as the leader says, but we must not interfere in this matter."

Clearly, Zhuge Gang was very wary, especially of the mysterious young man's martial arts skills, and was still quite apprehensive.

Ximen Rou's martial arts skills were comparable to his, but when facing that mysterious young man, she couldn't even withstand a single move and was cleaved in two. It was truly terrifying.

Shangguan Fei nodded with a smile: "Don't worry, let them fight it out. We'll just watch the show and won't interfere!"

Zhuge Gang's expression softened slightly, and he nodded gently.

"Little Lord!"

Just then, a master from the Money Gang entered and reported, "Young Master, someone outside is requesting an audience."

"Who is it?" Shangguan Fei asked curiously, looking towards the door.

There stood a woman with a graceful figure and stunning beauty, who bowed gently to Shangguan Fei: "I am Lin Xian'er, greetings to Young Master Shangguan. I apologize for disturbing you."

Shangguan Fei's throat moved slightly, a look of amazement flashed in his eyes, and he quickly stood up to greet her, smiling as he said, "I am overjoyed to have Miss Lin here, how could I possibly blame her?"

Lin Xian'er smiled, and the whole world seemed to brighten up. Of course, Shangguan Fei's heart also lit up along with her.

Looking at the young master's obsequious and fawning manner, Zhuge Gang and the others exchanged glances, a bad premonition suddenly rising in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)