Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 161 Ye Gucheng

The morning sunlight slowly streamed into the room through the half-open window, making the rustling of insects and the chirping of birds seem even more real.

Inside the Fanbin Building.

Gong Jiu sat up straight, staring at the honest monk with a serious expression.

The honest monk recounted the whole story in detail.

Gong Jiu slowly stood up, pondered for a long while, and then asked again, "You didn't lie?"

“Monks never lie.” The honest monk put his hands together in prayer. “This is everything I heard and saw, not a word more, not a word less.”

"This person is so arrogant!"

Gong Jiu suddenly smiled and walked to the window.

His eyes were beautiful, sparkling with innocent curiosity and excitement, like a child seeing a favorite toy.

Gong Jiu was also an extremely proud person; in this world, only the little old man could make him feel inferior.

Now, Ren Shaoyang has also piqued his interest.

For the first time in a long time, a fire was burning in Gong Jiu's heart. He wanted to test just how powerful this person really was.

"Did Ren Shaoyang ask you to pass on these words to the old man?"

The honest monk nodded repeatedly: "Yes, otherwise I probably wouldn't have been able to come back."

At this point, the two remained silent for a long time.

"Ninth Young Master, what should we do?" the honest monk asked cautiously.

Gong Jiu said, "To tell you the truth."

I'm afraid the old man will take his anger out on me.

Gong Jiu chuckled and said, "The old man has always been tolerant of capable people."

“Alright, Ninth Young Master.” After saying that, the honest monk couldn’t help but add, “There’s one more thing. They already know that the Divine Spider Sword is in your possession.”

Gong Jiu fell silent.

The honest monk said with a mournful face, "Ninth Young Master, it wasn't me who said it; they've basically confirmed it."

Gong Jiu said coldly, "I've been lost for three days again."

"Clam?"

The honest monk looked completely bewildered.

Gong Jiu's voice was indifferent: "That's why I haven't showered or eaten for three days."

The honest monk understood that for someone who hadn't bathed or eaten for three days, the most important thing now was to take a good bath and then have a delicious, satisfying meal.

Although it is said that Gong Jiu has a special physique and can endure hunger as a daily routine, he is truly a "legendary king of hunger resistance".

However, no matter what, going three days without food is ultimately a low point for the body. Gong Jiu felt that she should eat and drink her fill before making any plans.

It's not just about respecting your opponent, but also about taking responsibility for yourself.

Gong Jiu sat back on the soft couch, looked at the honest monk, and sneered: "Back in Luoyang you kept trying to instigate me to fight Ren Shaoyang, and now you're doing it again. Monk, are you never going to stop?"

Upon hearing this, the honest monk immediately knelt down: "Ninth Young Master, I was just curious about who is more powerful between you two! But as a monk, how could I think about such a thing? I deserve to die, and the Bodhisattva should punish me by making me crawl back."

Gong Jiu said coldly, "Fine, then you can crawl back to the island."

The honest monk paused for a moment, then said with a bitter expression, "Okay."

He actually got up from the ground, and he did so very quickly and skillfully.

Like a cockroach, it quickly crawled out of the room.
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The sky was ablaze with the glow of dawn, the morning light soft and gentle.

Two figures slowly emerged from the valley where the Tang Clan was located.

Sichuan is home to numerous martial arts sects, with both Emei and Qingcheng being among the nine major sects of the martial arts world. Countless masters have spread their fame from here, becoming renowned throughout the martial arts world and their influence growing uncontrollably.

But if we're talking about the most distinctive and most famous ones...

That would naturally be the Tang Clan of Sichuan.

In the martial arts world, those who use hidden weapons and poisons all regard the Tang Clan as their ancestor. The Tang Clan has many masters who are powerful and influential in both the legitimate and criminal worlds, and are a force that no one dares to provoke.

However, this once powerful force in the martial arts world may no longer be considered a force at all.

They lost, to two people.

Two old monsters who have traveled through time, even though a hundred years have passed, are still young and full of youthful vigor.

"Broken Knife" and "Butcher" are two of the "Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier"!
In the streets and the martial arts world, countless people are discussing their martial arts skills, but when these three are mentioned, everyone turns pale. Looking back on their past, they have killed countless people and their hands are covered in blood.

Not only did he slaughter all his enemies in Luoyang, but now he is driving the famous "Blood Donkey Cart" south, sweeping through the martial arts world starting from the Qingcheng Sect and the Tang Clan, and unleashing an unprecedented catastrophe in the martial arts world!

The two people who appeared in the valley walked slowly to the gate of the once bustling Tangjiabao.

Everyone was silent.

Along the way, corpses were everywhere. Tangjiabao was reduced to ruins, with flames constantly flickering and crackling as it burned. The mountains and forests were charred black, with wisps of black smoke drifting over the valleys.

"The Tang Clan? The Tang Clan has been wiped out?"

A handsome young man dressed in white, carrying a sword, stared in disbelief at the apocalyptic scene before him and cried out in shock.

His demeanor was similar to that of the people around him, only less aloof. Now, he was even more terrified by the scene before him, and couldn't help but reveal the timidity of a young boy.

"His heroic spirit is unparalleled, and his ambitions are hard to predict; his extraordinary talent is envied by Heaven; his sharp edge is broken, and fortune and misfortune are intertwined; his soul wanders aimlessly, yet he is invincible."

After a long while, the person beside him finally began to recite the poem.

The boy turned around, bowed respectfully, and said, "Master."

The man had a fair complexion and a light beard, a tall and handsome figure, and long, arched eyebrows that slanted upwards into his temples. His eyes were not large, but they were as bright as stars, resembling two long swords that had been forged a thousand times.

The boy's eyes met the person's, and his heart pounded. The person stood alone on the grassy path, hair flowing over their shoulders, dressed in white as snow.

He is Ye Gucheng.

The young man was his disciple, the heir apparent of the Southern King.

Ye Gucheng held his sword, his voice cold and ethereal: "These words are referring to that 'One-Armed Sword King'."

The Prince of the South recited it a few times in a low voice, then looked up and asked, "Could it be that the cause of this tragic scene is the Blade Emperor's 'Burning City'?"

His voice trembled involuntarily as he said this, clearly finding it extremely hard to believe.

“My grandfather once said that on the Jade Dragon Peak of Kunlun, five peerless masters faced off, each displaying their prowess. In terms of the intensity of the battles, the Sword God’s ‘Sword Silk Crossing the Void’ was the best in history, the Blood-Clad Man’s ‘Candle Flower Red’ was not far behind, followed by the great hero Yan Nantian’s ‘Southern Heaven Divine Sword’ and the Palace Master of the Inviting Moon Palace’s ‘Bright Jade Divine Skill’.”

"Among these five people, the Blade Emperor's 'Residual Flame Blade Technique' can only be ranked last."

Ye Gucheng's voice was ethereal, reaching the ears of the Prince of the South. He seemed to see the magnificent scene of the 'Kunlun Sword Tournament' back then.

A subtle, indescribable sense of desolation lingered in his heart.

The prince sighed, "Even the Sword Emperor's swordsmanship is only second to none?" He turned to look at the apocalyptic scene before him, "It's truly unbelievable."

"You're wrong," Ye Gucheng said calmly. "It is the 'Remnant Flame Blade Technique' that ranks last, but it is not 'Burning City in Flames'!"

The Prince of the South was taken aback and asked, "Master, what's different?"

“My grandfather once said that when he returned to the South China Sea from Kunlun, he was certainly impressed by the divine sword of the Sword God Ren. But every time he thought back on it over the past sixty years, he always felt that the Sword Emperor’s ever-unleashed ‘Burning City with Blazing Fire’ was the truly supreme and domineering blow.”

"Even if it were the Sword God, the Blood-Clad Man probably couldn't withstand this peerless blade!"

The Prince of the South asked softly, "Is it really that terrifying?"

"What we see before our eyes is proof."

"It's somewhat unbelievable."

Ye Gucheng shook his head slightly and said, "Grandfather was always known for his discerning eye. It was precisely because of this ability that he was able to be appointed as the Sword God and pass on four 'Hui' characters, which made our Ye family famous for a hundred years."

The Prince of the South sincerely admired: "Yu Nuan Gong obtained four 'Hui' characters and comprehended the four secrets of 'wave, flower, fly, shadow'. On this basis, Master went a step further and created 'flying immortal from beyond the heavens'."

"This clearly shows that 'people today are no better than people in ancient times'?"

"not necessarily."

Ye Gucheng flicked his sleeve and strode to a tree, looking down at the row of Tang Clan disciples divided in two.

"What a magnificent 'Sword Flying' technique! What a supreme divine weapon!"

The Prince of the South stepped forward and said softly, "This, is this the work of the Sword God Ren?" He stared intently at the sword wound on the corpse, his expression growing increasingly somber, and his face growing paler.

"Come to your senses!"

Ye Gucheng suddenly shouted, his voice booming like thunder, and the sound echoed through the valley.

"Ah!" The Prince of the South cried out, spitting out a mouthful of blood and staggering backward.

"You almost died just now!" Ye Gucheng's gaze fell sternly on the boy's face.

The Prince of the South said, "I know I was wrong."

"The profound meaning of Ren Jianshen's swordsmanship," Ye Gucheng sneered, "is something you can't possibly fathom now."

"I," the Prince of the South paused for a moment, then smiled wryly, "I only wish to share my master's burdens."

Ye Gucheng's expression softened slightly, and he patted his shoulder: "Don't think about things you shouldn't think about, and don't do things beyond your limits."

"Then why does Master insist on going to find Ren Jianshen?" The Prince of the South suddenly raised his head and looked at him stubbornly.

Ye Gucheng smiled faintly, his eyes, as cold as stars, seemed to gleam: "For us swordsmen to see the blue sky, there are only two words."

He looked at the Prince of the South and uttered two words: "Draw your sword!"

"But Master, you will die."

Ye Gucheng laughed heartily, and amidst the laughter, a white shadow flashed by, like a pure white cloud slowly drifting out.

Amid the laughter, one sentence lingered.

"Then in the next life, I will be a swordsman again!"

"Would you not regret it even if it meant dying nine times over in the next life?"

The Prince of the South's eyes widened as he stared in the direction where Ye Gucheng had disappeared. Finally, his gaze hardened, and his body floated away.

Within a few dozen feet, he was already closely following Ye Gucheng, moving with ease but never overstepping his bounds.

The prince smiled and said, "Master, I also want to be a swordsman."

Ye Gucheng did not turn around, but smiled slightly and said, "Not bad."

The two flew eastward for more than ten miles, like fleeting shadows.

at last.

I saw a donkey cart speeding merrily ahead, accompanied by a magnificent tiger.

The prince was delighted and sped up to stop the donkey cart.

But to their surprise, the white donkey pulling the cart slightly turned its head and glanced at them, then brayed.

The car suddenly accelerated and disappeared from their sight in a flash.

The master and apprentice stood there, somewhat dazed.

The prince asked blankly, "Master, were we just looked down upon by that donkey?"

Ye Gucheng coughed, his teeth clenched: "Chase!"