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

Chapter 155 The terrifying power of the Heavenly Demon Harp: One against four! [Two-in-One]

Suzhou City.

Because of the "Six-Finger Qin Demon," many martial arts sects have recently gathered here, wanting to see who this "Six-Finger Qin Demon," who disappeared for sixteen years and then reappeared, really is.

Many others came for the priceless treasure, the 'Heavenly Demon Harp'.

Legend has it that the 'Heavenly Demon Harp' is the most precious treasure of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, crafted by the Heavenly Dragon Ancestor hundreds of years ago with half a lifetime of effort, and possesses extraordinary magic.

Even someone who doesn't know martial arts can unleash unimaginable power if they obtain this zither.

If someone with profound internal strength obtains it, it will be even more powerful, making it easy for them to kill people of higher levels.

Back then, Huang Dong of the Tianlong Sect had already proven the power of this zither, earning the reputation of "Six-Finger Zither Demon" in the martial arts world.

Therefore, now that the Demon Harp has reappeared, many people are eyeing this instrument.

Among them, people from sects such as Emei and Diancang were already waiting in Suzhou City.

Because the vortex of this storm is located in Suzhou.

Legend has it that the "Six-Finger Qin Demon" entrusted the Flying Tiger Escort Agency with a shipment, requesting that the agency deliver it to Suzhou.

However, in recent days, people from the Flying Tiger Escort Agency have been having accidents every day, and recently, they have been unable to find any trace of them, and it is unknown where they have gone.

Therefore, most of the martial arts forces could only wait in Suzhou City for the Flying Tiger Escort Agency to arrive.

A storm is brewing in Suzhou and is about to erupt.

And at this time.

On a remote ancient road not far from Suzhou, a young man in his early twenties, covered in blood, galloped along the ancient road on horseback.

On its back was a rectangular box, also stained red with blood, a truly gruesome sight.

This young man was none other than Lü Lin, the son of Lü Tengkong, the chief镖头 (bodyguard) of the Flying Tiger Escort Agency.

Flying Tiger Escort Agency was the number one escort agency in Fujian, and its scale and influence even surpassed that of the previous Fuwei Escort Agency.

After the Fuwei Escort Agency was destroyed, the Feihu Escort Agency took over its business, becoming the dominant force in Fujian and further increasing its power.

Lu Lin, the young head of the Flying Tiger Escort Agency, is a renowned young genius in the Wuyi Mountains of Fujian. His martial arts skills are worthy of Lu Tengkong's name, and he may even surpass him. Everyone can see that after Lu Lin takes over the Flying Tiger Escort Agency, he will surely be able to carry it forward.

But half a month ago, just as Lü Tengkong was preparing to pass the position of chief镖头 (chief镖头 is a term for a镖局, meaning a person who is very skilled at escorting goods) to Lü Lin, a mysterious person suddenly came to his door, offering five thousand taels of gold to escort the goods to Han Xun's residence in Suzhou.

Young and impetuous, Lü Lin accepted the escort mission without hesitation.

Little did they know, this was the beginning of the trouble.

The shipment was actually carrying the martial arts treasure, the "Heavenly Demon Harp," and the news leaked out, instantly attracting the attention of countless martial arts practitioners.

No sooner had they left the Flying Tiger Escort Agency than people began to attempt to rob them.

In just half a month, Lü Lin encountered no fewer than twenty robbery crises, escaping death each time, while the Flying Tiger Escort Agency suffered heavy casualties.

Lü Lin had considered giving up.

However, once someone opens a security escort agency, they must deliver the goods on time no matter what, otherwise they will ruin their reputation.

Therefore, no matter how difficult the road ahead, for the sake of the future of the Flying Tiger Escort Agency, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and deliver the goods to Suzhou.

Five days ago, in order to confuse the public, Lü Tengkong decided to split up. He led most of the Flying Tiger Escort Agency's men to carry the fake Heavenly Demon Harp to attract the attention of martial arts practitioners, while Lü Lin took the real Heavenly Demon Harp away, taking a detour through back roads to Suzhou, where they agreed to meet.

Since separating from the escort agency, Lü Lin has indeed encountered far fewer pursuers in the past five days, with most of the attention being drawn to Lü Tengkong's group.

"I wonder how Father and Mother are doing?"

As dusk approached and there were no more pursuers behind him, Lü Lin breathed a sigh of relief and slowed his pace.

But when he thought of his adoptive father, Lü Tengkong, and adoptive mother, Ximen Yiniang, a look of worry still appeared in his eyes.

The various crises and treacherous human nature he encountered in the past two weeks have made him mature considerably.

The world of martial arts was not as simple as he had imagined.

Even though the Flying Tiger Escort Agency has a great reputation and a large scale and influence, many people still take risks when faced with the temptation of treasures, and they don't care about the name of the Flying Tiger Escort Agency at all.

"No matter what, I must deliver this shipment successfully. The reputation of Flying Tiger Escort Agency must not be ruined in my hands!"

Thinking of the heavy price Flying Tiger Escort Agency had paid for this shipment, Lü Lin gritted his teeth, mustered his spirits again, and sped up. He planned to find a place to change into clean clothes and deliver the goods to Suzhou City as soon as possible to end this storm.

The law——

But before they had gone far, Lü Lin quickly reined in his horse and stopped.

Ahead, the narrow ancient path was blocked by a large number of tangled trees, making it impossible to cross.

Lu Lin's heart sank, realizing something was wrong. He frowned, looked around, and loudly cupped his hands in greeting: "I wonder which group of martial arts friends are blocking our way? Please show yourselves!"

"Cuckoo..."

A seductive laugh rang out.

Then, two figures, a man and a woman, slowly emerged from the woods ahead.

The man was dressed in black, appeared to be in his forties, and had a cold expression.

The woman, however, was extremely charming and beautiful. Holding a black soft whip, she stared at Lü Lin with a smile and said, "I knew it. That old fellow Lü Tengkong was playing a feint attack. Just as I expected."

"Little brother, if you don't want to die, hand over the stuff."

Lu Lin's expression was solemn. He cupped his hands and said, "Are you two seniors 'Seven Fiends God Lord' Tan Sheng and 'Poisonous Hand Rakshasa' He Qinghua?"

"Hehe... I never expected that the young head镖师 of the prestigious Flying Tiger Escort Agency would recognize our names." He Qinghua giggled, acknowledging her identity.

"How could I not know the names of these two seniors?"

Lu Lin took a deep breath and said, "I have been entrusted by someone to escort goods to Suzhou. I would like to ask the two seniors to give me some face and make an exception."

Tan Sheng said coldly, "A mere Lü Tengkong doesn't have that much influence. Hand over the items, and I'll let you pass."

Lu Lin said in a deep voice, "The safety of the goods is paramount; the loss of the goods means death. This is the rule of all the major escort agencies. Why do you two seniors have to make things difficult for my Flying Tiger Escort Agency? If you want to seize this treasure, why don't you wait in Suzhou City? Once I deliver the goods to Suzhou, this matter will have nothing to do with my Flying Tiger Escort Agency."

He Qinghua laughed and said, "You are quite eloquent, but there are quite a few experts in Suzhou City nowadays. Han Xun's martial arts are not weak either. It will be much easier to take the zither from you than from them."

Lu Lin gritted his teeth: "So, you two really intend to go against my Flying Tiger Escort Agency?"

"Enough talk, give it to me!"

Tan Sheng snorted coldly, losing all patience. He suddenly leaped up, his hand reaching for the long box behind Lü Lin like an eagle's claw.

Lu Lin's expression changed, and he subconsciously tried to dodge, but Tan Sheng's martial arts were more terrifying than he had imagined. His speed was extremely fast, and no matter which direction he dodged, the palm was still following him like a shadow, making it impossible to avoid.

For the first time, he realized how terrifying these renowned masters were, and a sense of despair welled up in his heart.

sigh~
Just as Tan Sheng was about to get the box into his hands, a terrifying aura suddenly came from behind, moving with lightning speed, and struck Tan Sheng with a palm.

"The Yin Wind Palm, the Ghost Saint?!"

Tan Sheng's expression changed, and he clashed palms with the withered hand, both of them flying backward at the same time.

The newcomer was a tall, thin man with a powdered face and a skeletal appearance. His eyes were fixed on Tan Sheng and He Qinghua with a sinister gaze.

It was none other than the Ghost Palace Master, the Ghost Saint!

"Hahaha……"

Another powerful aura erupted from the forest, accompanied by loud laughter. A robust old man with red hair and a red beard, dressed in a red robe, stepped out and said, "Old ghost Tan, you slut, you tricked me and Ghost Saint to Lu Tengkong's place so that you two could take the opportunity to steal the zither. You have quite the idea!"

"Old Liehuo!"

Upon seeing the red-haired old man approaching, Tan Sheng and his wife's expressions immediately turned grim.

slam-la-

Suddenly, a large number of footsteps came from both sides of the forest. One side was dressed in red and the other in black. They walked behind the Fiery Ancestor and the Ghost Saint and confronted Tan Sheng and his wife.

Ghost Saint stared at Tan Sheng and his wife and sneered, "Tan Sheng, He Qinghua, you two want to monopolize the Heavenly Demon Harp? I'm afraid it won't be that easy!"

The Ghost Palace and the Fiery Palace were clearly prepared.

But Tan Sheng showed no fear on his face and coldly said, "Then let's see who has the best skills!"

"Wait a minute!"

He Qinghua's eyes flickered, and a strange smile reappeared on her face. She said, "Old Liehuo, Ghost Saint, since everyone wants to obtain the Heavenly Demon Harp, but there is only one Heavenly Demon Harp, how should we three parties distribute it?"

The Fiery Ancestor sneered and said, "You slut, don't try to show off your little tricks. You're still too green to use a divide-and-conquer strategy!"

Ghost Saint coldly said, "Kill you two first. As for the Heavenly Demon Harp, Old Ancestor Blazing Fire and I will handle the rest!"

"Do you really think we're afraid of you?!"

Enraged by the Fire Ancestor's repeated calls of "slut," He Qinghua's face turned ashen, her breasts heaving, and she swept her soft whip, which whistled sharply through the air.

"I've been wanting to test your skills for a long time!"

Ghost Saint sneered, his figure flashed like a ghost, and he rushed straight towards Tan Sheng.

He Qinghua tried to help, but was blocked by the Fiery Ancestor: "You slut, your opponent is me!"

He Qinghua gritted her teeth and said, "I'm going to pull out your teeth one by one, you old bastard!"

"What? Tan Sheng can't satisfy you, you slut? Want to try my 'Fiery Staff'?" The Fiery Ancestor chuckled and swept his cane towards He Qinghua.

The battle is about to break out.

The battle between the four grandmasters caused a series of explosions in the forest, uprooting vegetation and creating a terrifyingly destructive force.

The people from the Fiery Palace and the Ghost Palace looked at each other and then reached an agreement.

"Capture this brat first, and deal with the Heavenly Demon Harp after the Palace Master and the others have settled their score!"

A master from the Ghost Palace shouted an order, and everyone immediately rushed towards Lü Lin beside them.

Lu Lin's face turned ugly. He immediately drew his long sword to meet the enemy, but his martial arts skills were only about the same as those of the Ghost Palace disciples. How could he withstand the combined attack of the two sides?

Under the combined attack of the two palace masters, Lü Lin was quickly suppressed and faced imminent danger.

It seemed that Lü Lin was about to be driven to a dead end.

Just then, a zither melody rang out from the woods, its sound waves seemingly omnipresent, rippling through the void.

Swept up by the music, a group of disciples from the Ghost Palace and the Blazing Fire Palace suddenly trembled all over, their internal energy became uncontrollable and began to run wildly. Soon, they bled from all seven orifices, screamed, and collapsed to the ground.

Even worse, some people lose control of their internal energy, causing their meridians to explode and blood to rain down everywhere.

"The Eight Sounds of Heavenly Dragon? It's the 'Six-Finger Demon of the Qin'!"

The Fiery Ancestor and the others also instantly sensed something was wrong, their expressions changed drastically, and they quickly moved away to create distance, looking around.

"Six-Fingered Demon of the Harp! I know it's you, come out here!"

The Fiery Ancestor roared, his voice amplified by his true energy, causing the forest to buzz and echo.

The three, including Gui Sheng and Tan Sheng, looked at each other with surprise and doubt, and temporarily stopped fighting, each looking warily in one direction.

Clearly, they were very wary of the 'Six-Finger Qin Demon' who had once been killed by their combined efforts but had been resurrected.

"Fiery Ancestor, Ghost Saint, Tan Sheng, He Qinghua, it's time for you to pay the blood debt from back then!"

As the music faded, a cold voice echoed through the forest.

Swah——

A fierce wind howled as Huang Xuemei, carrying an ancient zither, flew out of the forest and landed on a tree trunk. Her clothes fluttered as she coldly stared at the Fiery Ancestor and the others.

"You...you are that remnant from back then?!" The Fiery Ancestor looked surprised and quickly recognized Huang Xuemei's identity.

Tan Sheng and the others' expressions changed as they instantly thought of the little girl who jumped off the cliff to escape years ago.

Huang Xuemei said coldly, "Back then, in order to seize the Heavenly Demon Harp, you destroyed my Heavenly Dragon Sect and killed my parents. Today, I will make you pay for this blood debt in blood!"

"Hahaha!"

The Fiery Ancestor laughed wildly, disdainfully saying, "You think you can take me on?"

"I thought someone was behind this, but I never expected it to be you, a remnant of the evil family. Today, I will completely eliminate you, this bastard, and then I can take back the Heavenly Demon Harp!"

Ghost Saint and the others also looked at the Heavenly Demon Harp held in Huang Xuemei's arms, their eyes flashing with fervor.

Only Lü Lin was somewhat bewildered, looking at the box in his hand, not understanding what was going on.

Wasn't the Heavenly Demon Harp in his possession? How did it end up in that woman's hands?

But no one paid him any attention at the moment. The four Ghost Saints looked at each other and simultaneously shifted their focus.

He Qinghua said, "Let's join forces to get rid of this bastard first, and then decide how to distribute the Heavenly Demon Harp!"

"Exactly what I want!"

With a cold shout, Gui Sheng rushed towards Huang Xuemei.

"Om~"

Huang Xuemei's jade fingers swept across the strings of the zither, and invisible sound waves instantly appeared, forcing the Ghost Saint back.

"Haven't you always wanted my Huang family's Heavenly Demon Harp? Today, I'll show you the true power of the Heavenly Demon Harp!"

Huang Xuemei spoke indifferently, her guqin resting horizontally on her knees, her hands stroking the strings, and the flowing music of the guqin resounded once more.

ding ding ding~
As the music began, the forest instantly became tense and eerily quiet. The gentle and melodious music seemed to resonate in everyone's ears, captivating them, yet it was filled with a chilling murderous intent.

Rumble!
Instantly, a violent explosion resounded along with the sound waves, and the disciples of Ghost Palace and Blazing Fire Palace were all swept away by the aftershocks, with blood and severed limbs flying everywhere.

The power of the sound wave was transmitted to the four Ghost Saints, who immediately used their powers to block or dodge, thus avoiding the first wave attack.

"This little bitch has really mastered the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds. Be careful, don't let her continue playing!"

The Fiery Ancestor's expression turned solemn. He roared and flew into the air, striking Huang Xuemei with a palm strike. The blazing true energy transformed into a palm print that swept outwards. It was none other than the Fiery Palm, the ultimate technique of the Fiery Palace.

Boom boom boom——

However, such surging palm force was neutralized in mid-air by the sonic attack, and a violent explosion came from the void, like cannons firing in unison, with terrifying power.

Crack!

With a crackling sound, the poisonous whip in He Qinghua's hand stretched for more than ten meters like a venomous snake, lashing out at Huang Xuemei in mid-air.

Huang Xuemei remained unmoved, still gently stroking the guqin with her head down. Invisible sound waves spread with her true energy, and the poisoned whip in He Qinghua's hand instantly broke into several pieces.

"Ah!" He Qinghua was also hit by the sonic energy. She immediately spat out blood, screamed, and flew backward.

Tan Sheng's expression changed, and he quickly flew over to catch He Qinghua.

"Be careful, her sonic attacks are very powerful!" He Qinghua warned weakly, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Tan Sheng's face was gloomy. He put down He Qinghua and remained silent. His figure flashed and he soared into the air like an eagle. He threw a punch, and dark red true energy surged like a tide, sweeping away with the wind. The true energy fist imprint almost covered Huang Xuemei's entire body.

hum~
The music grew increasingly intense and mournful, and invisible sound waves spread out in all directions from Huang Xuemei as the center, instantly shattering Tan Sheng's 'Seven Fiend Fist'.

Then, before Tan Sheng could react, the sound of the zither suddenly changed, becoming extremely sharp.

The sound wave pierced straight through Tan Sheng's body, knocking him into the void.

"Husband!" He Qinghua's expression changed, and she quickly stepped forward to support Tan Sheng.

Blood trickled from the corner of Tan Sheng's mouth as he gritted his teeth and looked at Huang Xuemei.

"Tan Sheng, you have been struck by my 'Eight Sounds Piercing the Heart'. You will surely die within eight steps. If you don't believe me, you can try it."

While playing her instrument to fend off the attacks of the Fiery Ancestor and the Ghost Saint, Huang Xuemei sneered at Tan Sheng.

Tan Sheng's expression changed, his eyes filled with surprise and doubt. Sonic wave skills were extremely rare in the martial arts world, and he had very little experience with them. He suspected that Huang Xuemei was deceiving him.

"What nonsense about 'Eight Sounds Piercing the Heart'? Let's give it a try!"

Tan Sheng gritted his teeth and leaped into the air again, but as soon as he began to circulate his energy, his body suddenly trembled, and his internal energy flowed in reverse, out of control.

He fell back to the ground.

boom!
The next second, the true energy exploded in his body, and Tan Sheng screamed in agony as the true energy shattered all the acupoints on his body, causing them to burst open one by one, leaving him covered in blood.

The moment the true energy stirred his heart meridian, Tan Sheng's body stiffened, his eyes widened, and he fell straight down, quickly losing his life.

"Husband!" He Qinghua cried out in anguish, embracing Tan Sheng's body, but she could no longer feel a heartbeat.

"I want you to die!"

He Qinghua went completely mad, her voice shrill, and she suddenly leaped into the air, charging straight towards Huang Xuemei.

clank--

The music changed again. Huang Xuemei plucked the strings rapidly with both hands, almost like a phantom. Waves of sound surged from the strings, neutralizing He Qinghua's attack and flowing into her body.

Bang!
He Qinghua exploded, and blood rained down everywhere.

"what?"

The Fiery Ancestor and the Ghost Saint were horrified and retreated simultaneously, their eyes filled with horror.

Tan Sheng and He Qinghua were not much weaker than them, but Huang Xuemei was still able to kill two of them when she was fighting four against one. This made the two of them tremble with fear and lose all will to fight.

"Now, have you witnessed the power of the Heavenly Demon Harp?"

Huang Xuemei looked at the two of them with a cold smile. From beginning to end, she sat upright on the tree trunk in mid-air, her body never moving an inch. She was as steady as Mount Tai, with unparalleled elegance.

With just a zither, he single-handedly fought against four grandmasters and even killed two of them!

The Fiery Ancestor and the Ghost Saint exchanged glances, swallowed hard, and were both somewhat fearful, worried that they would suffer the same fate as Tan Sheng and his wife.

"Come die!"

Huang Xuemei shouted sharply and plucked the strings of her zither again, sending sound waves into energy that attacked the two, including the Fiery Ancestor.

Rumbling--

The mountains and fields trembled violently, and the two quickly retreated to avoid the attack.

At that moment, Huang Xuemei had already taken flight with her zither, plucking the strings as she moved. Waves of sound swept towards the two, like artillery fire, forcing them to retreat repeatedly.

"We can't beat her. This little bitch's skill level is far above ours!"

The Fiery Ancestor gritted his teeth and shouted, "Retreat!"

As they spoke, the two retreated rapidly, attempting to escape the range of Huang Xuemei's Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds attack.

But having finally seized this opportunity for revenge, Huang Xuemei was not about to give it up, and she relentlessly pursued him while clutching the Heavenly Demon Harp.

"What a bunch of trash! Four of them can't even beat one!"

Suddenly, a cold snort rang out from the woods.

A flash of white light appeared, and a figure rushed forward, stepping on the grass and trees. With a sweep of his folding fan, a vast surge of true energy blocked Huang Xuemei's attack.

He was a tall, handsome man dressed in white, holding a folding fan, with an elegant demeanor.

"The handsome young man, Dongfang Bai!"

Huang Xuemei gritted her teeth, staring intently at the man, her eyes instantly filled with deep-seated hatred and murderous intent.

"Dongfang Bai, you're fucking insidious!"

The Fiery Ancestor cursed, "You bastard, you've been here for ages, just waiting to reap the benefits, haven't you?"

Dongfang Bai snorted coldly and said, "It's a pity that I didn't expect the four of you to be such useless people. Even the four of you working together couldn't deal with this remnant. I had to take action myself!"

"You son of a bitch, you are utterly shameless!" The two old Fiery Ancestors were furious. They never expected Dongfang Bai to be so treacherous, waiting to be the one to suffer the consequences.

"Enough with the nonsense, you traitor, you've come at the perfect time! Today, I will cleanse the Heavenly Dragon Sect of its filth and avenge my father!"

Huang Xuemei stared intently at Dongfang Bai, her eyes gleaming with murderous intent.

Dongfang Bai gave a mocking smile and said, "Xuemei, is this how you talk to your martial uncle? If you know what's good for you, hand over the Heavenly Demon Harp. You've been fighting those four for so long, how much true energy do you have left?"

"Killing you, you shameless traitor, is enough!"

Huang Xuemei shouted sharply and quickly plucked the strings of her zither. Waves of sound surged like a tidal wave, engulfing Dongfang Bai.

However, it must be said that Dongfang Bai's skill level is truly far superior to that of the Fiery Ancestor and the others.

He quickly flipped his folding fan, like fanning a fire, and in a short moment extinguished the sound waves emitted by Huang Xuemei.

"There's no need to struggle anymore. I'm also a member of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, and I know a little about 'Eight Sounds Piercing the Heart'!"

Dongfang Bai chuckled, and seeing that Huang Xuemei was about to continue playing, he suddenly flicked his folding fan, and several cold beams shot out, directly attacking Huang Xuemei.

Huang Xuemei was startled and quickly rolled over to dodge, but by the time she came to her senses, Dongfang Bai took the opportunity to quickly approach and slap her with his palm.

It was too late to use the Heavenly Demon Harp at this moment, so Huang Xuemei could only raise her hand and exchange a palm strike with him.

Bang!
Huang Xuemei's body trembled, and she was sent flying, landing with a thud and staggering back dozens of steps.

In contrast, Dongfang Bai was almost unharmed and landed gracefully. He looked at Huang Xuemei and smiled, "Uncle will give you one more chance. Hand over the Heavenly Demon Harp, and I will spare your life."

"Don't even think about it! You think you've already won?"

Huang Xuemei gritted her teeth, but her face had already turned somewhat pale.

Clearly, as Dongfang Bai said, she was not as relaxed as she appeared when facing the combined attack of the four Grandmasters, including the Fiery Ancestor.

Although the power of the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds is strong, it consumes a great deal of true energy.

At this moment, she had already consumed seventy or eighty percent of her true energy.

Furthermore, Dongfang Bai also came from the Tianlong Sect, knew how to resolve the Tianlong Eight Sounds, and his realm and strength were far above those of the Fiery Ancestor and others.

In a one-on-one fight, she was no match for Dongfang Bai.

But having such a rare opportunity to eliminate these enemies all at once, why would she leave?

"act recklessly!"

Dongfang Bai closed his folding fan and said coldly, "Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

As he spoke, he made a move to deal with Huang Xuemei.

But then, as if he had seen something, he stopped in his tracks, staring intently at the woods behind Huang Xuemei, his brows slowly furrowing: "Who are you people?"

"The Heavenly Demon Harp, the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds... are indeed extraordinary."

A somewhat wistful voice rang out.

A group of figures, all dressed in black robes embroidered with 'Netherworld' patterns and wearing ghost masks, slowly emerged from behind Huang Xuemei.

Each of them possessed a profound and vast aura, clearly indicating that they were all masters.

The leader, in particular, was tall and imposing, his face shrouded in black robes and adorned with the mask of the King of the Underworld. He exuded immense majesty and his aura was restrained, yet it still gave Dongfang Bai a sense of danger, and he secretly thought that something was wrong.

Clearly, it was Jiang Xuan and his group.

(End of this chapter)