The world of martial arts, the immortal swordsman in the mortal realm.

Chapter 116, 131: Instantly Defeating the Old Monster, a Martial Arts Legend! [Seeking Monthly Tickets!]

This "Martial Arts Conference," convened ahead of schedule due to Murong Bo's night raid, finally brought an end to the various grudges that arose from Murong Bo's sinister lie thirty years ago. Murong Bo, Xiao Yuanshan, and Xuan Ci, the parties involved, all perished that night.

Qiao Feng has settled all grudges and feels completely at ease, bidding farewell to the past. Whether it's the cattle and sheep on the frontier or the misty rain of Jiangnan, in this vast world, he can freely roam with A'Zhu.

Shaolin Temple, as the host, suffered a great loss of prestige, while Lu Chen and Huang Rong stole the show, their fame soaring to new heights.

Of course, Lu Chen also felt regret.

He hasn't experienced Qiao Feng's God of War cheat yet.

Now it seems that even if Qiao Feng recovers from his injuries and challenges him to a duel, he probably won't be able to unleash his full power when facing him.

After Qiao Feng left, the heroes sighed and lamented for a while before dispersing.

Before the event ended, countless people bowed to Lu Chen and Huang Rong to pay their respects, and Lu Chen's face was a little stiff as he returned the bows.

After the crowd dispersed.

Lu Chen originally thought that Kumārajīva would come up and chat with him for a bit, discussing the topic of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, but to his surprise, Kumārajīva had already disappeared.

This was somewhat unexpected for him.

But he didn't think much of it and returned to the restaurant with Huang Rong.

Little did they know that Kumārajīva was currently beaming with excitement, barely managing to suppress his excitement and refrain from dancing wildly.

He was so excited because he had found a treasure.

Yes, he found the "Yi Jin Jing" (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic).

While Qiao Feng was being beaten, something fell off his body.

With quick eyes and hands, Kumārajīva used his "Crane Control Skill" to grab the object from a distance. Upon opening it, he discovered it was the "Yi Jin Jing" written in Sanskrit!
Given Kumārajīva's greedy nature, he certainly wouldn't return it to Qiao Feng or Shaolin. He immediately stuffed the Yi Jin Jing into his robes, slipped out of the crowd amidst the chaos, returned to his lodgings, and began to read it with great eagerness.

With the Shaolin Temple's supreme martial art, the Yi Jin Jing, how could he care about anything else?

He was solely focused on quickly comprehending the principles and immediately beginning practice.

And so, the Great Wheel King Kumārajīva finally embarked on his destined path.

Although the martial arts tournament ended early, it was clear that the martial arts practitioners could not leave Dengfeng overnight.

Many martial arts practitioners, after returning to their residences, were still reluctant to part, so they gathered in small groups of friends, sharing a jar of old wine and a dish of snacks, and talked all night long.

When dawn broke, he thought of visiting Lu Chen and Huang Rong again, hoping to build a relationship, become acquainted with them, and even ask them for martial arts advice.

However, before the martial arts practitioners could take action, news came from outside the city.

Ding Chunqiu, the Old Monster of Xingxiu, has arrived in Dengfeng. His disciples have been making a great show of it, showering him with flattery and boasting that they will beat up the Beggars' Sect, suppress Shaolin, and make Xingxiu the only one who will reign supreme in the martial arts world.

He even named names and demanded that Lu Chen and Huang Rong be killed to avenge his adopted daughter, Li Qingluo.

The martial arts practitioners were surprised that even though the martial arts tournament had ended early, there was still such an entertainment program. They were very excited and many rushed to the restaurant where Lu Chen and Huang Rong were staying to report the news.

"Ding Chunqiu, the Old Monster of the Star Constellation?"

In the lobby of the restaurant, Lu Chen and Huang Rong, who were having breakfast, received a tip from a concerned citizen and immediately burst into laughter.

Others may fear Ding Chunqiu, but Lu Chen and Huang Rong are truly not afraid.

Although Ding Chunqiu's martial arts skills were formidable, they were still inferior to the Four Great Masters of Tianlong. What truly made him fearsome was his poisonous skills, which were untouchable.

Unfortunately, what Lu Chen and Huang Rong feared least was poison.

Not only did they have extremely high resistance to poison, but they also practiced "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi," a technique that could transfer Ding Chunqiu's poison skills.

Of course, even if you have resistance or know how to use poison techniques, it's best not to try them lightly.

For safety's sake, it's best to end the battle as soon as possible.

Just as the two finished breakfast and were about to leave the city, they paid for their meal and got up from the table.

"Let's go see Old Monster Ding's might."

Lu Chen and Huang Rong left the restaurant and headed out of the city. Along the way, they encountered many martial arts practitioners, all of whom greeted them warmly and saluted them.

Lu Chen returned the greetings with a smile all the way, but his face stiffened a bit when they reached the outskirts of the city.

Many martial arts practitioners had already arrived outside the city, waiting to see the excitement. Upon seeing Lu Chen and Huang Rong emerge, they greeted them and offered reminders:

"Master Lu, Lady Huang, please be very careful. Old Monster Ding's poison skills are quite formidable."

"That's right, Old Monster Ding is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but his poison skills are also terrifying. Especially his 'Dissolving Power Technique,' which is said to be able to completely neutralize the power that others have worked so hard to cultivate. It's truly vicious."

"Hero Lu and Heroine Huang, please do not be careless!"

"Master Lu, this is a poison-repelling pill I refined myself. Although it can only be used to deal with the venom of ordinary snakes and insects, it is better than nothing..."

And so, surrounded by a crowd of heroes, the two arrived at a pavilion outside the city. There they saw an old man in a white robe, tall and imposing, holding a palm-leaf fan, with silver hair and a white beard, sitting in the pavilion, gently waving the fan, looking quite leisurely.

It must be said that Ding Chunqiu has an exceptionally good appearance; those who don't know him might mistake him for a wise and venerable old immortal.

However, his disciples were truly appalling.

Those Xingxiu Sect disciples were all dressed in gaudy clothes, waving all sorts of fancy flags, playing gongs and drums, and shouting flattering slogans such as "Xingxiu Immortal, Your Dharma Arrives in the Central Plains" and "Xingxiu Immortal, Your Magic Power is Boundless," making it look like a chaotic dance of demons.

Ding Chunqiu, however, thoroughly enjoyed the pomp and circumstance, squinting his eyes, stroking his white beard, and looking completely intoxicated.

The martial arts practitioners who had already arrived all kept their distance from the pavilion. Their gazes toward Ding Chunqiu were filled with both disdain for his taste and deep-seated fear and apprehension, for fear that they might accidentally be contaminated with some kind of deadly poison and die an unexplained death.

At this moment, Ding Chunqiu also saw Lu Chen and Huang Rong walking towards the pavilion, surrounded by a group of martial arts figures.

A Xingxiu Sect disciple who had come into the city to gather information approached and reported:
“Master, the man in black is Lu Chen, and the girl in white is Huang Rong.”

Ding Chunqiu nodded slightly, squinted at the two, but did not get up. He remained seated in the pavilion, intending to put on a show and first deflate the arrogance of the two young men.

However, Lu Chen had already made up his mind not to give Ding Chunqiu the opportunity to spread poison. As soon as he stepped into the ten-zhang range of the pavilion, before the Xingxiu Sect disciples could come up and question him, he raised his hand and pointed, and a clear sword sound rang out instantly.

This sword strike consumed seventy percent of his true energy.

The sword energy remained invisible and formless.

But the moment the sound of the sword rang in their ears, everyone felt a dizziness and a blur before their eyes. In a daze, they seemed to see a bolt of lightning piercing the rainy night, or a white rainbow rushing towards the sun.

As the illusory scene faded and the sword's cry ceased to echo in their minds, the heroes jolted back to their senses and looked towards the pavilion. There they saw that Ding Chunqiu, who had been sitting motionless, had stood up, thrown his palm-leaf fan to the ground, and stretched out both hands, right palm in front and left palm on the back of right palm, as if to push and defend.

Lu Chen then bowed respectfully to everyone, and together with Huang Rong, they drifted away to the west.

The assembled heroes looked at each other, bewildered.

At this moment, Ding Chunqiu's clasped hands suddenly fell down. Upon closer inspection, everyone discovered that there was a blood hole in Ding Chunqiu's throat, from which blood was gushing out, and the collar of his white robe was already soaked in blood.

Ding Chunqiu's eyes were blank, a strange bubbling sound came from his throat, his body leaned back, and he fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

"..."

The crowd fell silent. Only then did they realize that Ding Chunqiu had been killed by Lu Chen with a single finger strike from ten feet away in an instant.

Ding Chunqiu was alert enough that he raised his hand to defend against the invisible sword energy, but his reaction was a beat too slow. Before he could raise his hand, the invisible sword energy had already pierced through his throat, and his palms blocked nothing.

If he had blocked it, his palms would have been riddled with holes.

Yun Zhonghe was one thing, but even the infamous Star Constellation Old Monster Ding Chunqiu...

Ten feet away, a kill in an instant!

Watching Lu Chen and Huang Rong's figures drift away into the distance, the heroes remained silent for a long time.

Everyone involuntarily held their breath, their eyes filled with awe at witnessing the rise of a martial arts legend.

The name "Celestial Swordsman" Lu Chen, and the sword cry that had just created such a dazzling spectacle before their eyes, would surely be etched in their memories forever...

Jingle Bell……

Amidst the melodious sound of camel bells, a tall Bactrian camel leisurely walks through a dry river valley in the Gobi Desert.

Lu Chen and Huang Rong sat between the two camel humps.

After leaving Dengfeng, the two traveled westward, intending to go to the Tianshan Mountains to study at Lingjiu Palace.

When they passed through Western Xia, the two of them were not in a hurry to find Li Qiushui. In any case, Li Qiushui would take the initiative to send them to Lingjiu Palace, where they would be able to meet this wealthy and generous pioneer of art.

The Tianshan Mountains are thousands of miles away, but with their martial arts skills, such a remote place is not considered difficult, so they can treat it as a trip.

The two did not travel very fast, covering at most a hundred li a day. Of course, it was not all sightseeing; they also continued to cultivate their skills along the way, practicing their lightness skills while walking, chasing and exchanging blows with each other.

While traveling by horse or camel, the two would also practice their internal energy cultivation, or use the "Star Shift" technique to play "ping-pong" and hone their control over their true qi.

When they camped at night, Lu Chen practiced diligently all night long, and Huang Rong also rarely put in the effort, practicing until midnight every night before resting. During her rest, her "Xiao Wuxiang Gong" would also operate on its own, gradually improving her skills.

The reason she worked so hard was that Tianshan Tonglao was no kind person and wanted to go to Lingjiu Palace for further study, so the more powerful she was, the better.

Traveling at a leisurely pace, combining travel and spiritual practice, the journey of ten thousand miles has unknowingly taken more than two months.

Lu Chen's progress in "sword body tempering" is about to cover his entire right arm, and his skill has also improved considerably.

Huang Rong's "Xiao Wuxiang Gong" (a martial arts technique) has greatly improved, and her skill level has reached a new level.

this day.

The two arrived at Gaochang City before sunset.

Gaochang City is a famous city, located at a key transportation hub between East and West, which has created a unique exotic atmosphere.

The two spent two days leisurely there. On the third day, they discovered that some martial arts practitioners had suddenly arrived in the city.

On the third night, in the guest room of a restaurant in Gaochang City.

After Lu Chen and Huang Rong washed up, they sat cross-legged on the couch facing each other and practiced their fist and palm techniques.

Just as the palms were flying and fists were coming and going, Lu Chen's earlobe suddenly twitched slightly and he stopped.

Huang Rong listened intently and indeed heard the faint sound of clothes rustling in the wind coming from the rooftop.

However, the commotion wasn't directed at them; it simply passed over the rooftop and eventually seemed to land in the neighbor's yard.
There were a lot of people passing by; seven or eight people ran over in a row. Judging from the noise, it seemed like there was some kind of martial arts gathering in the neighboring courtyard.

Lu Chen was speechless:
This isn't about chasing enemies or being chased. Judging from the noise, they're just on their way. So why are they running around on the rooftops, showing off their kung fu skills?

Huang Rong was a little curious:
"Brother Lu Chen, could this sudden gathering of so many martial arts figures be related to Lingjiu Palace?"

Lu Chen thought about it and felt it was very likely.

Once you reach Gaochang, you won't be far from the Misty Peak of the Tianshan Mountains.

These days, Lingjiu Palace is a powerful force that dominates the Western Regions. Its headquarters has nine heavens and nine departments, with hundreds or even thousands of disciples. It also has thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands on the outskirts. Even the Wuliang Sword Sect of Dali has become an outlying force of Lingjiu Palace.

As a powerful overlord, the location of Lingjiu Palace on Piaomiao Peak is certainly not hidden. One can find out its location by asking around in the Western Regions.

If the martial arts practitioners gathered in the neighboring courtyard are related to Lingjiu Palace, could they be people from the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands who are preparing to rebel?
"Shall we go and investigate?"

Lu Chen asked.

Huang Rong was curious, so she nodded repeatedly.

The two put on their shoes and got off the bed. They leaped onto the roof and then silently darted several feet across to the roof of the neighboring guest courtyard. Well, Lu Chen had just complained about others showing off their lightness skills on the roof, and the boomerang hit him in the blink of an eye.

Their lightness skills were top-notch, even in the world of Tianlong, so the martial arts practitioners gathered inside the house were completely unaware of them.

Moreover, neither of them needed to bend down to listen; they could simply stand on the roof and concentrate their ears to hear the conversations of everyone inside the house below.

"Is the news true?"

“Absolutely true! Boss Wu, Cave Master An, and their group of nine all witnessed it with their own eyes! The Nine-Winged Daoist of the First-Rank Hall of Xixia, who died at the foot of Misty Peak, had two sword wounds on his body!”

"There are two sword wounds... Are you sure it was the old lady who did it?"

"Besides the old lady, who would dare to kill someone at the foot of Misty Peak?"

"The old lady never uses a second move to kill. If Daoist Nine Wings really died from two sword wounds, wouldn't that be..."

"The old lady isn't a real mountain god. As long as she's human, she'll get old and sick..."

"Shh! Keep quiet. Don't say this yet. We'll ask Boss Wu and the others for details when we see them."

"Indeed, this is a matter of great importance, and we cannot make assumptions."

Upon hearing this, Lu Chen was certain that the martial arts figures gathered there were the people from the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands who were preparing for a rebellion.

As for the Nine-Winged Daoist who died at the foot of Misty Peak, it was probably Li Qiushui's arrangement. She was using the life of a First-Class Hall expert to test the condition of the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny.

Once it is confirmed that the Heavenly Child Granny used the second move to kill, it can be concluded that she is about to revert to childhood and her power will begin to decline.

Then, it was said below:
"Elder Wu and Cave Master An suspect that something has happened to the old lady, and they are preparing to go up Misty Peak again to investigate..."

"How brave!"

"Don't interrupt, listen carefully to Brother Mu's explanation."

"Brother Wu and Master An are planning to risk their lives, but they don't expect us brothers to risk our lives with them. They just want us to be there to provide backup down the mountain. If things succeed, we can finally escape the old lady's control and live a carefree life! What do you say, do you want to go?"

After a while of silence.

Someone growled:
"I used to be the king of my own mountain, drinking wine from large bowls with my brothers, eating large chunks of meat, and dividing gold and silver by the scale. How carefree and happy I was! But then one day, I was enslaved by that old... lady for twenty years. My brothers have all suffered the hardships. Anyway, I can't live like this for even a day longer!"

Another person chimed in:
"That's right! We were all the overlords of our own little plot of land, how powerful and carefree we were! But after falling into the old lady's trap, we have to bow down and become slaves in front of her, with our lives not even in our own hands!"
"If there were no opportunity, that would be fine. But now that Boss Wu and his men are risking their lives to secretly investigate Misty Peak, are we really going to be so afraid to even offer some assistance? Damn it, I'll take this job!"

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