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Chapter 117, page 132: Granny Tong, can I have the position of Palace Master Lingjiu? [Seeking monthly votes!]

After discussing the matter, the people inside opened the door and went out. Under the cover of night, they traveled through the streets and alleys towards the outskirts of the city.

They were completely unaware that two figures were hanging behind them at a distance.

Soon, the group of more than ten people left Gaochang City and rushed towards the Tianshan Mountains.

Lu Chen and Huang Rong followed them quietly, traveling for nearly two hours until midnight, when they finally arrived at a valley.

Although it was the dead of night, the valley was full of people, at least seven or eight hundred at first glance. Their clothes were all over the place and their accents came from all over the country, giving people a strong sense of a mob.

Using their lightness skills, Lu Chen and Huang Rong stealthily made their way to the depths of the valley, hiding in the canopy of a large tree, and using the moonlight to observe the people in the valley.

"These guys look wicked and horrible. When they get together, it's like a chaotic mob of demons. They don't seem like decent people at all," Huang Rong said softly.

Lu Chen nodded:
"Although Tianshan Tonglao is a big bully, most of the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands are also unorthodox sects, and there are indeed not many decent people. It can only be said that the big bully bullies the little bully, and the wicked will be punished by the wicked."

During the chaos at Misty Peak in the original timeline, even the four great ministers who usually hoped that Murong Fu could make more friends and plan for the restoration of the kingdom did not want Murong Fu to associate with the demons and monsters of the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands.

Deng Baichuan said they were not good people, and Bao Butong went even further, saying that they committed murder, arson, poisoning, and looting as if it were commonplace for them.

In the eyes of the four retainers, associating with these demons and monsters would only tarnish Murong Fu's reputation.

Murong Fu hasn't even attended the Shaolin Gathering yet, let alone come here to join the fun. Judging by the time, he might already be leading his troops out to sea on a grand expedition.

As for Duan Yu, Xu Zhu, and others who should have been here, none of them were there.

"Brother Lu Chen, what should we do next? Should we follow them and charge into Lingjiu Palace?"

"Hmm, let's wait and see, and then we'll act accordingly."

In the valley, the "Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly" of the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands was in full swing, and the theme was naturally to rebel against the Heavenly Child Granny.

However, this time, they did not encounter a powerful outsider like Murong Fu, but only a "Sword God" Zhuo Bufan.

Meanwhile, the nine cave masters and island lords who went to Misty Peak to deliver birthday gifts, and who suspected that Tianshan Tonglao was involved in something wrong because they found that the Nine-Winged Daoist's death was not right, had already returned from their second infiltration of Lingjiu Palace. They were telling everyone about their thrilling experience of infiltrating Lingjiu Palace with a mix of nervousness and lingering fear.

When the cave lords and island masters asked them if they had seen the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny, Boss Wu said that the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny was not in the Lingjiu Palace, but then he dropped a bombshell:

"The old lady is seriously ill and has left Lingjiu Palace to seek medical treatment! While the old lady is away, let's join forces today to rebel against Piaomiao Peak, break through Lingjiu Palace, and share both good fortune and misfortune from now on!"

"The old lady is just seriously ill, she's not dead..."

"Hmph, she's at least ninety, if not a hundred. At this age, she's seriously ill. Even if we find the medicine, how long can she live? Even if she barely survives, how much of her former power will she have left? As long as we break into Lingjiu Palace and find the antidote to the 'Life and Death Talisman,' and then work together to fight against Lingjiu Palace, how can she possibly do anything to us?"

"Excellent! Lingjiu Palace is filled with countless treasures, as well as divine martial arts manuals. If we can seize them, hehe, we will enjoy endless wealth and glory, and we can also master unparalleled divine skills. Even if Tianshan Child Granny recovers to her original state, we will not be afraid of her!"

"exactly!"

The crowd grew increasingly excited as they talked. Boss Wu made a quick decision and pulled out a large bag. The surface of the bag was constantly wriggling, clearly indicating that it contained a living creature.

Someone asked, puzzled:

"Boss Wu, what is this again?"

Old Wu smiled smugly:
"This is a prisoner I captured from Lingjiu Palace! It's a pity he's mute and can't write. No matter how we tortured him, we couldn't get a single piece of information out of him. This kind of useless trash is perfect as a sacrifice!"

As he spoke, he opened his pocket and pulled out a girl who looked to be only eight or nine years old.

"Today we swear a blood oath to fight against the Spirit Vulture, and the sacrifice will be this little girl!"

The cave lords and island lords responded enthusiastically, each one rubbing their hands together, their faces beaming. They were already fantasizing about breaking into Lingjiu Palace, finding the antidote to the Life and Death Talisman, and seizing the palace's treasured gold, silver, and divine martial arts manuals for a happy life.

Old Wu lifted the girl onto a large rock, drew his sword, looked around at the crowd, and shouted:
"A blood sacrifice to the heavens! We pray that the heavens will bless us, the immortals of the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands, and that we may achieve victory and triumph!"

Having said that, he slashed at the girl with his sword.

However, before the blade could strike the girl, a sharp clang rang out, and Old Wu's arm jerked, causing the long sword to fly out of his hand, spinning several feet away before plunging into a large tree with a thud.

Old Wu's hand was split open at the base of his thumb, and blood gushed out.

Looking at the ground again, there lay a black chess piece covered in cracks.

With just a small chess piece, he was able to send Old Master Wu's long sword flying several feet away and deeply embedding it in the tree trunk. That's some skill...

"The Heavenly Child Granny has arrived!"

Someone said tremblingly.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the valley trembled, many turning pale and shaking with fear. Some even turned halfway around, ready to flee at any moment.

"Don't panic, everyone! The person who made the move is definitely not the Heavenly Child Granny!"

Old Wu let out a long howl, forcing himself to remain calm as he shouted:

"If it were the Heavenly Child Granny, what flew away just now wouldn't have been my knife, but my head!"

Another Taoist priest said in a deep voice:
"Indeed, this chess piece was definitely not placed by the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny!"

The Taoist priest looked around the valley and raised his voice to ask:

"Who is here, playing this joke on us?"

Ha ha……

A light and melodious laugh rang out.

The moment the laughter reached their ears, everyone felt a blur before their eyes as a figure in white, with unpredictable and mysterious steps, drifted over as if riding the wind.

At the same time, the little girl who had been covering her face and sobbing suddenly fell silent. Her eyes, which were devoid of tears, stared intently through her fingers at the white-clad figure flying towards them. As she watched the other's mysterious and graceful footwork, a strange light flashed in her eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the white-clad figure flashed past everyone's eyes and arrived in front of the little girl.

Only now did everyone realize that the newcomer was a white-clad girl who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. She had a graceful figure and beautiful features, and under the moonlight, she resembled a legendary snow mountain goddess.

"This, this can't be the Heavenly Child Granny, can it?"

"How is that possible? She's so young, how could she be the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny who has enslaved us for decades? I've heard the Child Granny's voice before, it's very old!"

"But the name of Granny Tong contains the character 'Tong'... Could it be, could it be that she is an old demon... an immortal who has the secret to preserving her youth? Her voice may be old, but her appearance is young?"

When the masters of the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands went to Misty Peak to pay their respects to the Child Granny, they had to cover their eyes and were absolutely not allowed to look at her. Therefore, no one had ever seen the true face of the Child Granny of Tianshan, and at most had only heard her voice.

Upon seeing such a stunningly beautiful young woman, whose movements were as swift as a phantom, the crowd couldn't help but feel suspicious and apprehensive.

Just as she was filled with doubt, surprise, and even fear, the girl in white smiled sweetly at the little girl:
"I'll take you away, okay?"

Upon hearing the clear and melodious girl's voice, Boss Wu and the others all breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, it wasn't the voice of the Child Granny; this young girl was not the Child Granny of Tianshan.

Since it wasn't the Heavenly Child Granny, everyone's courage was immediately restored.

Although this young girl was extremely skilled in using hidden weapons and had amazing lightness skills, there were hundreds of heroes and experts present. If they all rushed at her, how could they not defeat her?

Immediately, someone brandished their sword and shouted, "This young girl must also be a disciple of Lingjiu Palace, here to rescue her fellow disciples!"

"With the uprising imminent, we must not let them escape; capture her!"

"Attack together..."

Just as everyone was about to rush forward, the girl in white picked up the little girl, carried her on her back, and with her graceful, ethereal steps, flew away towards the outside of the valley at a speed as elusive as a phantom.

Several men brandishing weapons came to intercept her, but a long whip flew out from the sleeve of the girl in white. With a flick of her wrist, the whip lashed out like a serpent, striking the wrists of the men with a few sharp cracks. The men cried out in pain as their weapons fell from their hands, while the girl passed right through them without slowing down her movements.

"An Qingzi, please greet him!"

Someone shouted a warning, and instantly countless hidden weapons shot out, enveloping the girl from all directions. Many more were shot around her, attempting to block her escape space.

Just then, a sword light suddenly appeared in the darkness in front of the girl, brushing past her.

Then the bright sword light transformed into a clear, water-like continuous light curtain, which stood in front of the sky full of hidden weapons. With a series of clanging sounds, all the hidden weapons that were attacking the girl were blocked by the sword light. Many of the hidden weapons even bounced back along their original path, causing the people who launched them to scream in agony.

"Are there any accomplices?"

Everyone was taken aback. Looking closely, they saw that the one who had blocked the hidden weapon for the girl was a tall and handsome young man in black robes.

"Your swordsmanship is not bad. But the young man is too arrogant, thinking he can stop so many of us by himself?"

Someone chuckled softly and stepped forward from the crowd:

"In fact, you don't even need hundreds of people to rush at you... I alone am enough to take you down!"

As he spoke, the man drew his sword, and a flash of blue light appeared on the tip of the sword, unleashing a half-foot-long, flickering azure sword beam!
"It's the Sword God Zhuo Bufan! What's that on the tip of his sword?"

"A sword aura? Could that be a sword aura?"

"What? Zhuo Bufan actually mastered the sword aura? No wonder he's the Sword God!"

"With Zhuo Jianshen as a powerful ally, our chances of success in starting an uprising have increased by 30%!"

That's right, the person who stepped forward was none other than "Sword God" Zhuo Bufan, whom Boss Wu and others regarded as a powerful ally!

This man was very arrogant, believing himself to be the number one swordsman in the world. He had not made a move until he saw the black-robed youth display his exquisite swordsmanship. Only then did he become excited and want to show off in front of everyone.

Yes, he loves to show off too much. He revealed the gleam of his sword before even engaging in combat.

As expected, the flash of the sword elicited exclamations of surprise and admiration, which greatly satisfied Zhuo Bufan.

In fact, his sword light could only injure the enemy from half a foot away at most, far inferior to the Six Meridians Divine Sword, which could condense into a sword energy of several feet or even ten feet, and even shoot out three to five feet away.

However, the Six Meridians Divine Sword is invisible and formless. When wielding the sword, all you can see are a few fingers poking around. There are no special effects or light effects. In terms of being eye-catching and beautiful, it is really not as good as this azure sword light.

"Young man, look closely, this is the true pinnacle of swordsmanship!"

Zhuo Bufan smiled arrogantly, flicked his wrist, and the flickering azure sword light drew a straight streak across the night sky, shooting straight towards the black-robed youth like lightning.

then……

The young man in black robes swung his longsword, making a casual diagonal slash, and Zhuo Bufan's longsword snapped in two with a crack.

"..."

Zhuo Bufan's smile froze.

The crowd's discussions and praises about Wu Laozhong also came to an abrupt end.

The young man in black robes smiled slightly at them, took a step back, and disappeared as if he had blended into the night.

"Sword God Zhuo, what, what's going on?"

Someone asked hesitantly.

Zhuo Bufan looked at the broken sword in his hand. Seeing that the break was smooth and without a single burr, his eyes twitched twice, and he forced himself to say:

"The long sword in that man's hand is a divine weapon that can cut through iron like mud! He relied on the superiority of his weapon to destroy my sword!"

He angrily threw the broken sword in his hand to the ground and sighed sadly:

"It's a pity I only have an ordinary steel sword. If I had a divine weapon, I wouldn't have been bullied by that brat!"

"..."

The group looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

Old Wu reacted quickly, shouting:
"What are you all standing there for? Keep chasing!"

So everyone rushed forward again, bypassing Zhuo Bufan, and chased after him out of the valley.

Zhuo Bufan, maintaining a look of melancholy and indignation, didn't bend down again to pick up his broken sword until everyone had rushed out of the valley. He found the tip of the sword, examined the broken edge carefully for a while, and muttered to himself with twitching eyes:

"Such swordsmanship exists in this world..."

Yes, others may not know, but he knows best that although the black-robed youth's sword is a good sword, it is not enough to easily cut through his refined steel sword.

In fact, when he unleashes a half-foot sword beam, the refined steel sword in his hand can easily cut through ordinary steel swords. Moreover, with the infusion of true energy, the sword body becomes extremely tough. Even a true divine weapon would not be able to break his sword with a single blow.

The black-robed youth could easily sever his longsword as if it were rotten wood; his skill did not rely on the sharpness of the weapon.

The opponent had discerned the key points of the true energy circulation on his longsword. When he struck his sword, he not only precisely hit the key points of the true energy circulation, but also cleverly borrowed the true energy that Zhuo Bufan used to generate the sword light with some kind of divine technique!

Zhuo Bufan's sword could be said to have been broken by the black-robed youth and himself working together!

"He saw right through my internal energy circulation... Could this person also be extremely knowledgeable about my swordsmanship? How is this possible? This sword aura technique of mine is a lost sword manual that I obtained through a fortuitous encounter in Changbai Mountain..."

……

Huang Rong, carrying the little girl on her back, dashed out of the valley in a flash, and suddenly asked:
Which way should we run?

The girl remained silent.

Huang Rong chuckled softly and said again:

"Did you recognize my footwork?"

The girl remained silent.

Huang Rong then said:

"Well... since I know the martial arts of the Free and Unfettered Sect, how about you let me have them, Palace Master Lingjiu?"

The girl finally spoke:
"What a bold little girl!"

Her voice sounded old and was quite different from the girl's appearance.

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