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

Chapter 518 The song begins, the kidneys are tied.

The great chaos that followed the split within the Ming Cult finally arrived as expected.

Just as Fumingtang surrendered to Yang Xu, Yang Xu's power increased dramatically. At the same time, the Holy Maiden Fang Yaning was assassinated, and her forces went completely mad.

In particular, Fang Yu's personal guard, the remaining 60-odd men from the four gates of Wind, Rain, Thunder and Lightning, are now all fearless and wielding various weapons, attacking without defending. When they reached Bright Peak, they were all wounded, but they were still as unstoppable as a volcanic eruption.

Wu Du hurriedly mobilized his disciples to fight against the Holy Maiden Flag. Caught off guard, many disciples had not yet arrived, and for a time they were outnumbered. Fortunately, the people of Fuming Hall were eager to show off and stepped in to block some of the attacks.

Yang Xu remained unmoved, his eyes fixed on the coffin, which was not covered, and he could clearly see Fang Yaning inside.

At this moment, Yang Xu was lost in thought, his face turning red and white. It would be a lie to say that he had no feelings for Fang Yu and Fang Yaning, but for his own ambition, he had sided with Nangong Luan and rebelled without hesitation.

Now that Fang Yaning has been assassinated by Zhou Dao, whom he sent out, and her body is right in front of him, he considers his mission accomplished. He feels a mix of emotions.

Previously, Fang Yaning led many disciples in a rebellion, and he hated this junior sister to the bone. Now that she is really dead, he doesn't know if the sadness in his heart can be considered as a sense of shared sorrow.

The calmest one at this moment was Wu Du: "Master, there's something fishy about this. It's not time to worry about it yet."

Yang Xu was startled. Wu Du's words were very clear: he still did not believe that Zhou Dao could kill Fang Yaning. He looked up at Fang Yaning's corpse again, his eyes slightly narrowed, and strode closer to the coffin.

The disciples of the Holy Maiden Flag who stood in his way were no match for this top expert. Although they all fought bravely, they still couldn't withstand Yang Xu's three or two moves.

Yang Xu took thirteen steps and made thirteen moves to reach the coffin, yet he managed to kill thirteen disciples under the Holy Maiden's command. All of them were former members of the personal guard, and they were all second-rate masters. This is the absolute power suppression of true masters in the martial arts world.

When he arrived in front of the coffin, he immediately stopped and stared intently at Fang Yaning inside. He was oblivious to the Holy Maiden Flag disciples rushing towards him, and they were all blocked by Wu Du's attack.

A dead person is a dead person. No matter how glamorous or beautiful they were in life, they all look almost the same after death.

Fang Yaning lay flat inside the coffin, her skin a pale gray, frighteningly white and chillingly gray. Her eyes were closed, but her expression was strange, a mixture of shock, anger, and resentment, yet also a sense of relief and helplessness.

Her fatal wound was in her chest; a short knife pierced through her chest and emerged from her back, leaving half of her body covered in blood. The disciples under the Holy Maiden's command clearly had no time to prepare her remains, and simply let the blood flow freely.

These could be described as crocodile tears, but at this moment, Yang Xu's eyes truly held a hint of sorrow. He slowly reached out and stroked Fang Yaning's head, his hand trembling, his lips also trembling: "Junior sister, why have we come to this? Why must we do this? Why won't you listen to me?"

Yang Xu could obviously tell that Fang Yaning was dead; the stab wound to the chest was fatal. But he was too suspicious and couldn't help but reach out to touch Fang Yaning's neck to feel her arteries.

Finally, he let out a long breath, withdrew his hand, and then turned to look at Wu Du: "Junior Sister has indeed left. It is my fault as her older brother for not taking good care of her."

At this moment, more and more of Yang Xu's disciples rushed to the scene. The disciples under the Holy Maiden's command were no longer in a favorable position. Their initial momentum waned, and their morale began to decline as their injuries increased.

Of course, this period of fighting was not without effect; at least the casualty ratio was one to three, and the Yangxu lineage suffered heavy losses.

Yang Xu stroked the coffin with one hand, looked up at the disciples under the Holy Maiden's banner fighting in front of him, and suddenly shouted: "The Holy Maiden is dead. You are, after all, disciples of my Ming Cult. If you lay down your swords and abandon the darkness to join the light, we will forgive your past mistakes."

Unfortunately, the disciples who joined Fang Yaning's ranks were all loyal followers of Fang Yu back then. They all hated Yang Xu, who was involved in Fang Yu's death, with a vengeance. As Yang Xu tried to persuade them to surrender, these people intensified their offensive.

"Since that's the case, then we have no choice but to exterminate them all. Very well," Yang Xu muttered to himself, then immediately shouted in a deep voice, "Ming Cult disciples, listen to my command! Eliminate the traitors, leave no one alive!"

At Yang Xu's command, Bright Peak immediately became a meat grinder. Yang Xu's men gathered in ever-growing numbers, while Fang Yaning's men, relying on their courage and fighting spirit, gradually found themselves unable to hold out, and the situation began to gradually shift in Yang Xu's favor.

A smile gradually appeared on Yang Xu's face; the sadness he felt when facing Fang Yaning's corpse had long since vanished.

In his view, after this battle, all the resistance forces within the Ming Cult would be eliminated. Although the Ming Cult's strength would inevitably suffer a great loss, it would also completely eliminate any future troubles. He would then be able to firmly establish himself and finally become the leader of the Ming Cult with absolute control.

The losses were enormous, but ultimately the benefits outweighed the drawbacks. Yang Xu's pride was beyond words; the once-powerful Ming Cult had finally become his possession.

But things don't always go as planned, or rather, Yang Xu was very unlucky; he encountered a transmigrator with cheat codes.

At that moment, amidst the shouts and screams of battle, a strange singing voice suddenly appeared. At first, the voice was very weak, and although the volume gradually increased, it was not particularly loud or clear.

But the inner strength hidden in the singing suppressed all other sounds in the room. Most importantly, the voice contained an ultrasonic wave that ordinary people could not hear. Under the vibration of this ultrasonic wave, Fang Yaning's eyes, which were closed, began to move. "Peach leaves are sharp at the tip, willow leaves cover the sky, Grandpa Ming who is chopping people, listen to what I have to say..."

In this situation, the singing was so abrupt that Yang Xu instinctively sensed something was wrong. He looked around frantically, trying to find the source of the sound, but it seemed to be a surround sound, and he couldn't tell where it came from at all.

But at this moment, the situation on the scene changed again. Those members of the Fuming Hall who cut off the heads of their leaders and surrendered to Yang Xu had also been fighting hard. It was clear that they hadn't used their full strength, but they were fighting with real weapons. Under these circumstances, their willingness to follow Yang Xu and wield their swords was already a sign of loyalty.

But as the song began, the people of Fumingtang suddenly turned against them. Caught off guard, Yang Xu's men had no time to defend against the sharp blades that suddenly stabbed out from their sides and backs. They were attacked from both sides and suffered countless casualties.

At this moment, Yang Xu no longer cared about finding out where the singing was coming from. He saw that his great cause was about to be accomplished and could not tolerate the slightest change. Just as he turned around and was about to shout a rebuke, he felt a sharp pain in his lower back.

Startled, he turned his head and saw Fang Yaning's frighteningly pale face. At this moment, Fang Yaning actually sat up from the coffin. She opened her eyes, which seemed devoid of human emotion and filled with hatred, with a cold smile on her lips after her success.

Most importantly, the short knife that was stuck in Fang Yaning's chest was now in Fang Yaning's hand, and it was plunged into Yang Xu's waist.

Overwhelmed by the excruciating pain in his waist, Yang Xu was consumed by rage and turned to strike Fang Yaning with a palm. Fang Yaning retaliated with a palm strike of her own, but her skill was far inferior to Yang Xu's. She was knocked out of the coffin by Yang Xu's palm strike and crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out blood.

Just then, the person who had been singing finally appeared. Zhou Dao was still humming a song as he slowly walked through the gaps in the crowd. The waving swords and splattered blood would inexplicably change direction when they got within a foot of him.

He walked up to Fang Yaning and helped her up: "Senior sister, you've worked so hard. No amount of lamb kidneys can make up for the wound."

Fang Yaning stared intently at Yang Xu: "I only regret that I just woke up and my arm is too weak to lift. I should have stabbed him in the back."

Yang Xu was furious. He immediately understood what had happened and pointed at Zhou Dao, shouting, "Zhou Dao, you traitor! You actually conspired with Fang Yaning to assassinate me! I will kill you with my bare hands!"

Zhou Dao smiled brightly: "When have I ever been a traitor? I've never been one of yours. You're the one who's stupid enough to actually believe me."

Yang Xu clutched his lower back, pressing several acupoints to stop the bleeding while simultaneously circulating his internal energy to regulate his breathing. At the same time, he pressed on, "This knife clearly pierced through her chest, and she was indeed dead. There's no way you could have hidden it from me."

Wu Chengyu took the short knife from Fang Yaning, and with a forceful twist, the straight blade immediately bent into an arc shape. Then, as he released his grip, the blade immediately straightened back to its original shape.

"This knife is a divine weapon. It can bend freely. After it is inserted into the sternum, the blade can be controlled to bend, bypass the heart and important blood vessels, and then emerge from the back of the body. It looks like a knife through the chest, but in reality, it does not cause much damage."

As for faking death, I have my own methods. I will reduce my senior sister's life force to the lowest possible level, so low that even you won't be able to detect it. The reason you fell for it is simply because you are not skilled enough, and you can't blame me.

Of course, the most important thing is my good senior sister, who was willing to trust me and accept my plan; otherwise, I really wouldn't have been able to make that move.

This short sword comes from the Divine Weapon Chamber of the Ming Cult's secret passage. It is one and a half feet long, and its sharpness goes without saying. Its flexibility is also rare in the world.

However, as Wu Chengyu just said, controlling the blade to bend automatically after entering the body and avoid vital points is not so easy. It bends naturally when force is applied, but if there is no external force, the blade will immediately return to a straight state.

Wu Chengyu used a turbocharger to compress internal force on the blade, allowing the internal force to adhere to the blade and maintain its bent state for a certain period of time. It sounds easy, but there are very few people in the world who can do it.

As for Fang Yaning's feigned death, it was also Wu Chengyu's doing. His understanding of the human body far surpasses that of this era. He first used his persuasive skills to gradually hypnotize Fang Yaning, and then used the Yin-Yang transformation technique to turn all of Fang Yaning's life force into death energy, leaving only her last breath in her heart meridian.

To uncover the secret and realize that Fang Yaning is in a state of feigned death, Yang Xu would need to enter a state of profound awareness. Otherwise, below this level, no one can detect the deception. Clearly, Yang Xu's skills are still lacking; he is far from reaching the state of profound awareness.

As for singing a little tune at the end, it served as a signal to notify the people of Fumingtang to take immediate action and turn the tide.

Of the upper-middle-class members of Fumingtang, apart from the three highest-ranking members who were killed by Wu Chengyu to obtain Xinyang Xu, the rest were all tortured by Wu Chengyu with life-and-death talismans for a whole night. This led to the scene where Fumingtang members knelt down and surrendered to Xinyang Xu.

In addition, the song also contained ultrasonic waves of persuasion, which could awaken Yang Xu, who was in a state of apparent death. At this moment, Yang Xu was standing next to the coffin, but he was distracted by the sudden rebellion of Fumingtang, so he was unable to guard against Fang Yaning's knife after she woke up.

Everything was just right. Wu Chengyu had been infiltrating the Ming Cult for about half a year, making numerous plans, and was finally about to close the net.

Yang Xu gave a bitter laugh: "That's right, I was stupid. You are the son of the Fox King, and the Fox King died at my hands. I actually believed that you were a pleasure-seeking playboy who didn't even avenge his father, which led me to fall into your trap."

Wu Chengyu clicked his tongue twice: "Who said I'm Zhou Xuancheng's son?"

(End of this chapter)