The Legend of the Condor Heroes: From Being Expelled from Peach Blossom Island

Chapter 468 The Dying Man
In a courtyard near the Yangtze River dock in Wuchang, Fang Yu and his group followed Nangong Luan and Yang Xu, the two envoys of light, back to the Ming Cult's stronghold there.

Fang Yu walked into the main hall and sat in the main seat. Fang Yaning stood behind him, with the Bright Envoys on his left and right, and the four people including Zhou Xuancheng bowed first.

"We have met the leader. May the leader be well."

"Please sit down. The Left and Right Bright Envoys and the Four Great Protectors are all here. It has been a long time since our Ming Cult has gathered together like this."

After the six people sat down on the left and right sides, the Left Envoy of Light, Nangong Luan, spoke first. He was about fifty years old, tall and thin, with graying temples. He looked like a scholar and had no air of a martial arts master.

He frowned deeply, looking troubled: "Reporting to the leader, this is indeed a great opportunity. Since the failure of Fang La's uprising, we have been lying in wait at Bright Peak. Only Zhou Fawang has been lurking in the Beggars' Sect, waiting for the right moment to act."

Although the Beggars' Clan's Clean Clothes Faction and Dirty Clothes Faction had their own conflicts, they always obeyed Hong Qigong's orders, so we really had no chance to take action against the Beggars' Clan.

If the Beggars' Sect doesn't descend into chaos, we won't have the opportunity to enter the Song Kingdom, and our ambitions will remain unfulfilled.

However, the Clean Clothes Faction colluded with the Jin Kingdom in a rebellion and was wiped out by Hong Qigong, greatly weakening the Beggars' Clan. Meanwhile, King Zhou has a deep understanding of the Beggars' Clan, knowing every branch and industry inside and out.

As long as we capture Hong Qigong and these elders, we can swallow up the Beggars' Sect and return to the Song Dynasty in the name of the Beggars' Sect.

The Song Dynasty today is far worse than it was before it moved south. The court is corrupt, the military is lax, and it has reached a dead end.

As long as we use the name of the Beggars' Sect to collect money and grain, secretly train an army, and launch an uprising when the time is right, we will surely be able to realize the long-cherished wish of our Ming Cult, unify the world, and create a dynasty that conforms to the doctrines of our Ming Cult.

Leader, we have already clashed with the Beggars' Sect, and there is no possibility of reconciliation. At this moment, we can only advance and not retreat. If we advance, we can achieve great things, but if we retreat, I'm afraid we will have to stay in Bright Peak for the next few decades, feeling frustrated and unfulfilled.

"Your subordinate does not understand why Your Majesty attaches such importance to that person, but I implore Your Majesty to prioritize the great cause of the Ming Cult."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Xu, the Right Envoy, and several Dharma Kings around him chimed in, urging Fang Yu to change his mind.

Fang Yu remained silent until everyone had finished speaking, then he slowly opened his mouth.

"Do you really care about my opinion that much? The reason I sent King Zhou to infiltrate the Beggars' Sect was simply to use the Beggars' Sect's influence to keep abreast of the situation within the Song Kingdom."

After suffering a severe blow, our Ming Cult has yet to recover its former glory. To rashly launch a rebellion would implicate too many people, so we must be extremely cautious.

But what about you? I didn't know you instigated the Clean Clothes Faction to collude with the Jin Kingdom, I didn't know you set up an ambush against Hong Qigong, and I didn't know you sent people to attack the Beggars' Sect branch and officially started a big fight with the Beggars' Sect. It wasn't until you joined forces but failed to defeat Hong Qigong that you thought of me, the leader.

"Let me ask you this: what am I, the leader, in your eyes? Do you still truly consider me your leader?"

Fang Yu seemed a little agitated. As soon as he finished speaking, he coughed repeatedly. Everyone around him was a master, and they all smelled the blood.

Fang Yaning quickly took out the medicine and served it to her father. Although she did not speak, her gaze towards the envoys and the Dharma King was very unfriendly.

After Fang Yu finished coughing, Zhou Xuancheng said, "Please take care of your health, Master. Our Ming Cult has always respected the Master, and none of us would dare to disobey him."

This is such a great opportunity! The Beggars' Sect is the largest sect in the world, with immense power. It has tens of thousands of beggars, most of whom are skilled in martial arts. If we can take over the Beggars' Sect and train them a little, we can have tens of thousands of troops in a short time.

Moreover, the Beggars' Sect has accumulated wealth over the years. Although it is a gang of beggars, it actually possesses countless amounts of money and provisions. In other words, if we were to start an uprising, we would have all the necessary supplies.

The Song Dynasty is currently weak and incompetent. With the Beggars' Sect's military strength and resources, coupled with the strength cultivated by my Ming Cult over the years, once we raise our banner in rebellion, we will be invincible and can rebuild the world in just a few years.

Back when Fang La led his rebellion, the timing and circumstances were nowhere near as favorable as they are now, and the Beggars' Sect was all about popular support.

At that time, the leader will be the ruler of this world, the first emperor of our Ming Cult. Everything we have done is for the leader; we urge the leader to reconsider.”

After speaking at length, he both lamented the dangers and expressed his loyalty. At least in the eyes of these people, now was indeed the best time to rebel, and the Beggars' Sect's resources were unparalleled for them. However, Fang Yu remained silent and continued to show no support.

Sitting below Nangong Luan was Yang Xu, a robust man in his forties with a bald head but thick body hair.

This is someone whose testosterone levels are obviously extremely high. Although he has a square mouth and a wide nose, he has a pair of triangular eyes with a glint in them, and his face has a hint of sinister intent.

He was very respectful to Fang Yu, standing up to bow and addressing him differently.

“Master, I agree with what Nangong Zuoshi and Zhou Fawang said, but the Ming Cult will always listen to you, Master.”

The disciple was somewhat puzzled. According to Dharma King Zhou, this young boy was only the older brother of Hong Qigong's disciple and not a member of the Beggars' Sect.

Moreover, he just fought with Master, and it's clear his martial arts are extremely high; he's no easy opponent. Of course, our Ming Cult isn't afraid of him either. Disciple doesn't understand why Master values ​​him so highly.

Fang Yu could tell that he valued his apprentice highly, and his attitude softened considerably.

"It's not that I value him, but if I didn't have him now, I'm afraid my days would be numbered."

Upon hearing this, the Dharma Kings and their messengers immediately stood up, exchanging glances with a hint of panic. "Master's martial arts are unparalleled. Even if he has a minor ailment, he can simply take good care of himself. Why do you say such a thing?"

Fang Yu shook his head and said, "I cultivated the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth. At first, it went very smoothly. Ten years ago, I successfully broke through to the fourth level and officially reached the pinnacle. Among all the leaders of my Ming Cult, apart from the founder, no one can compare to me."

Unexpectedly, this sect's supreme skill was far too difficult to master. For ten years, I was unable to break through to the fifth level. Not only that, but I also nearly suffered a qi deviation several times. Although I did not become a cripple, my meridians were severely damaged.

The illness is chronic and difficult to cure. The cough is getting worse every day, and he coughs up blood from time to time. If he doesn't practice his internal energy every day, his body can hardly continue. But if he does practice, his meridians are painful and unbearable, and his injury worsens. It's like drinking poison to quench thirst.

If things continue like this, I'm afraid I only have three or four years left to live, and even a celestial being couldn't save me then.

You must be wondering why I insisted on taking down that boy. This boy is my life-saving medicine.

The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth emphasizes the harmony of Yin and Yang. The clash between Yin and Yang is an act against the will of Heaven. Now that my body has been injured, in order to recover, I must regulate Yin and Yang and rebuild my meridians.

Only by finding a Taoist practice that effectively regulates Yin and Yang and prolongs life will I have a chance to recover.

However, only a top-tier Taoist skill, comparable to the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, with profound knowledge of the principles of Yin and Yang, could save me.

There are many Taoist techniques in the world, but top-level Taoist divine skills that also demonstrate mastery of the principles of Yin and Yang are extremely rare.

While reading the Ming Cult's notes, I learned that a hundred years ago, there was a Taoist sect in the Western Regions called the Xiaoyao Sect, located in the Lingjiu Palace on the Misty Peak of Tianshan Mountain.

Its signature martial art, "Free and Easy Wind Control," points directly to the innate realm. Alternatively, practicing "Lesser Formless Skill" and "Six Yang Palms of Tianshan" together would also meet my requirements.

When my Ming Cult was first established, even the most brilliant and talented founder could only manage a draw with the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect.

That notebook contains the founder's annotations on the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect. At that time, he also suggested that the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect had a miraculous effect on our cultivation of the Qiankun Great Shift.

Unfortunately, my Ming Cult has a large and powerful force, while the Xiaoyao Sect is only a handful of people, so we have never been able to deal with them.

After reading the notes, I wondered what had become of the Xiaoyao Sect after a hundred years, so I secretly sent someone to the Lingjiu Palace in Tianshan. However, the Lingjiu Palace had long since become ruins, and the Xiaoyao Sect's lineage had been lost to the winds.

I originally thought the Free and Unfettered Sect was extinct and I had given up hope. I was just waiting a few more years to pass on the position of sect leader and then go on a journey to the Yellow Springs.

But who knew that fate would always leave one without a way out? This was the first time in many years I'd left Bright Peak to help you deal with Hong Qigong. I'd only just arrived in Wuchang to pay my respects at the Yellow Crane Tower when I unexpectedly encountered a descendant of the Free and Unfettered Sect.

At this point, Fang Yu stopped, feeling his mouth dry. After taking a sip of tea, his eyes gradually lost focus, and he just muttered to himself.

"There's no mistake, it's definitely a Taoist divine skill, and it has a perfect grasp of the changes of Yin and Yang. I can't think of any other school besides the Free and Unfettered Sect."

This young man was only about twenty years old, yet he possessed skill no less than mine, and his abilities matched those of the Free and Unfettered Sect. He had clearly practiced the Northern Darkness Divine Art, which was similar to a demonic art.

The palm strike he used when we sparred with each other, with its shifting between Yin and Yang, opened my eyes to a whole new world. It must have been the legendary Six Yang Palm of Tianshan.

Moreover, the Xiaoyao Sect only accepts disciples who are exceptionally handsome. This young man's appearance is truly outstanding, unmatched by anyone. There is no doubt that this young man is the successor of the Xiaoyao Sect.

"As long as I defeat him and obtain the inheritance of the Free and Unfettered Sect, I can recover from my injuries and even advance to a higher level. Not only will I be able to master the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, but reaching the Innate Realm will no longer be a dream."

Fang Yu's mutterings were heard by those around him, and everyone's expressions varied, some extremely ugly, others showing greed.

After Fang Yu came to his senses, he gave the order again: "What I need now is to survive. The great cause of the Ming Cult can only be discussed after I am alive. I don't want to have any more conflicts with the Beggars' Sect. I only want this kid named Wu Chengyu."

A man who was about to die, yet possessed immense power, now saw a glimmer of hope for survival. Rebellion and becoming emperor were no longer of any interest to him. Years of suffering from illness had changed his temperament, and Fang Yu was now somewhat deranged.

Zhou Xuancheng's mind raced: "Reporting to the leader, this Wu Chengyu is the elder brother of Mo Ku, a disciple personally taught by Hong Qigong of the Beggars' Sect. Mo Ku has long been regarded as the only candidate for the next leader of the Beggars' Sect. Moreover, Wu Chengyu has done a favor for the Beggars' Sect. Given Hong Qigong's character, he would never sit idly by and watch us take action against Wu Chengyu."

Moreover, our hatred for the Beggars' Sect runs deep this time, with virtually no possibility of reconciliation. Therefore, to deal with Wu Chengyu, we must deal with the Beggars' Sect; the two are inseparable, one and the same.

Fang Yu's temper grew increasingly irritable: "It's all your fault for acting recklessly and provoking the Beggars' Sect, such a formidable enemy."

He was very dissatisfied with his subordinates, but he didn't think that if these people hadn't suddenly caused trouble for the Beggars' Clan, he wouldn't have left Bright Peak to come to Wuchang, and he wouldn't have had the opportunity to find Wu Chengyu. He just kept scolding his subordinates.

Afterwards, Fang Yu took a deep breath and finally calmed down a bit: "I came to help you this time, and I naturally knew that I had to deal with Hong Qigong. As fellow masters, this old beggar is definitely not someone to be trifled with. I am seriously ill, and although my martial arts are still there, I cannot endure a long battle."

So I brought the three ghost generals with me. These three together are enough to suppress even the most powerful masters. You guys figure out a way to separate that kid from the Beggars' Sect members and defeat them one by one. As long as you can capture Wu Chengyu, I'll hand over Hong Qigong to you. You can decide what to do with him."

Upon hearing this, the Ming Cult's Dharma Kings and envoys exchanged glances and finally showed signs of joy.

(End of this chapter)