Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 148 Not a single one will survive

"How is this possible? How could you be so strong?"

Fu Zhongtang, wielding the Extreme Flame Sword, is a veteran second-rank cultivator. He has opened all twenty-four meridians, possessing extremely powerful internal energy.

Before coming to Mingyang City, he thought to himself that, apart from the Tianxing Sect Leader Ouyang Zheng, whom he was not confident of defeating, he did not need to worry about the others in the entire Tianxing Sect.

Even Qin Huaiying, who was known as the "Seven Kill Sword," was nothing special in his eyes.

Even if we can't win, we won't lose.

The rest of the people are even less of a concern.

He never expected that not only would Ouyang Zheng, the leader of the Tianxing Sect, have miraculously broken through to the Innate Realm, but a sword would also be like the will of Heaven, unstoppable.

They slaughtered everyone on all sides, leaving corpses strewn across the fields.

This disciple in front of me, who looks to be no more than twenty years old, is so strong that it's despairing.

Given his status, he had never even heard of this young disciple's name.

You may have heard of it, but never really taken it seriously.

"Senior Brother Zhang, the Crimson-feathered Eagle, and Uncle-Master Li, the Green Wood Sword, thought the same thing when they died."

Lu Wubing chuckled.

With a single move, he overturned the sea and shattered Fu Zhongtang's protective inner qi. Seeing that the man had only coughed up a small mouthful of blood, he couldn't help but secretly admire him.

These people from the Ziyang Sect might not be practicing any divine martial arts manuals.

Bi Fenkong, however, was undoubtedly a man of great talent and ambition...

According to his master's wife, Bi Fenkong mastered the Ziyang True Scripture and created eighteen extremely powerful advanced martial arts techniques from it.

Every martial art is quick to learn and incredibly powerful.

Just like Li Changsheng's Green Wood Sword, the sword energy transforms into thousands of vines, imbued with the power of Yin Fire penetration... The sword moves in an arc, extremely tough and difficult to kill.

Lu Wubing killed him in three or four moves.

Even more difficult to fight than Li Feiying, his martial uncle.

The Extreme Flame Swordsman before them, however, had cultivated his internal energy to the point of being as explosive as molten lava. With a single swing of his sword energy, the grass and trees withered and died.

This person even learned to refine his physical body with the power of flames, and his blood and qi became so strong that he even refined his blood essence.

It can be described as "cultivating both inner and outer aspects".

"So all these changes have fallen on your shoulders. It was you who thwarted our plans in Mingyang City that day..."

"It's too late to think of this now."

Lu Wubing's sword intent surged forth, his thoughts drifting, and he had already firmly locked onto Fu Zhongtang. He slowly raised his long sword and said, "Uncle-Master Fu, if you can block this sword of mine again, I might spare your life today."

"It's shameless to talk big."

Although Fu Zhongtang felt a heavy pressure weighing on his heart, he didn't even dare to turn around and run away.

However, he absolutely refused to believe that with his skills, he couldn't even block a single sword strike.

Even if Ouyang Zheng, who had broken through the innate sword intent, came in person, he wouldn't be able to do it.

He had barely changed his mind when he realized something was wrong.

The opponent's sword sent him flying seven or eight feet away, almost breaking his bones. How could he have been so arrogant as to want to fight the opponent with his sword?

Who gave me this confidence?

It was the backlash from the extreme heat that blew his mind out.

He seemed to see a glimmer of light in his eyes, and his heart was filled with anxiety. He knew something was wrong, but his body couldn't muster the slightest strength to resist.

Life is like a blazing sword in your hand, heavy as ten thousand pounds, impossible to lift or wield.

"laugh……"

The sword flashed and disappeared in an instant.

A critical moment.

Fu Zhongtang only had time to unleash all his internal energy and blood energy, transforming it into a wall of energy in front of him.

He raised his longsword only to his chest, just inches away from blocking the incoming sword.

But it was still too slow.

My throat hurts.

He swayed, feeling the power shooting out with the blood mist. His eyes widened, and he could only gurgle, unable to utter a single word.

"Boom..."

Fu Zhongtang collapsed to the ground like a log, and never made a sound again.

Ouyang Lan's tense nerves finally relaxed, and she buried her face in Lu Wubing's arms, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed.

Some people and some things cannot be easily let go of once you know them.

Just like Wu Yunchong.

Eight years.

He lived on Tianxing Peak for eight years. Perhaps his heart was far away, but his body was very close.

Whether it's acting or simply a temporary lapse in attention to their mission.

He must have been serious about playing the role of a kind, respectable, and caring third senior brother.

I've done a lot and paid a lot.

Even though Ouyang Lan knew that her third senior brother was a masked "bad guy," she couldn't bring herself to hate him. Instead, a deep sadness rose in her heart.

"Uncle Bi, you really have some impressive skills."

Lu Wubing sighed, offering no comfort to his senior sister Xiaolan in his arms.

He knew that what his senior sister needed now was not false comfort, but rather to face reality and harden her heart to adapt to this cruel world.

A figure drifted in, white steam rising from its head.

It was actually Master's wife, Qin Huaiying.

She must have been worried about the two of them, so she followed behind, hurrying to catch up.

"Actually, the third brother is not perfect in his work, and he occasionally slips up."

However, his relationship with his fellow disciples was genuine, and he had never done anything to betray the Tianxing Sect.

Even knowing he might be a spy sent by Ziyang Peak, your master and I kept a close watch on him but didn't take any action against him, hoping that he might change his mind one day.

Qin Huaiying's voice was also filled with deep regret.

To be able to do something as good as Wu Yunchong as a spy is quite an achievement.

This is what Lu Wubing thought to himself.

"However," Qin Huaiying's voice turned cold, "this man is a wolf in sheep's clothing. No amount of favors can melt his cold heart."

They didn't even consider the slightest bit of brotherly/sisterly affection and wanted to harm Lan'er, so they absolutely cannot be forgiven.

Even if you don't act when I'm healthy, I will kill you myself.

"Bury him."

Ouyang Lan wiped away her tears, took a deep breath, and severed all past friendships.

After glancing at Wu Yunchong's gruesome death, he finally shook his head, dug a hole, threw him in, and covered it with soil so that his body wouldn't be left to rot in the wilderness.

"If I'm not mistaken, it was you who killed Li Changsheng at Yuanxi Thousand Household Garrison that day."

Qin Huaiying squatted down and carefully examined the face of Fu Zhongtang, the "Extreme Flame Sword," and was deeply moved: "This person is also a member of the 'Ten Suns of Burning Sky,' and has a great reputation in the Yongzhou area."

His martial arts skills were nothing special; he was a generous and outgoing person who was good at making friends with martial arts masters. With the backing of the Ziyang Sect, he had won over countless down-and-out exiles.

At a single command, countless underworld experts would risk their lives for him.

The only drawback is that this person befriends everyone regardless of their character or moral standing, and can get along with just anyone.

His reputation wasn't very good within his faction.

Qin Huaiying thought for a moment and then said, "Add Li Changsheng as well. He is full of schemes, good at persuasion and defection, and is the best at using the divisive tactic."

If I'm not mistaken, there should also be the top attacker and the most ruthless killer, [Covering the Sky Hand], but he was nowhere to be seen this time.

Normally, the three of them are inseparable... and whenever there's any action, they always act together.

……

"It hurts me too!"

The [Heaven-Covering Hand] is naturally also present.

This burly, lion-like middle-aged man in purple robes had a bushy beard standing on end, his eyes wide open as if they were about to burst, with blood seeping from the corners of his eyes.

He slammed his palm heavily on the old pine tree beside him, sending the thick tree flying ten feet away, scattering wood chips and dust everywhere. He roared, "Old man Ouyang, you've gone too far!"

The news came.

Not only did Li Changsheng, the junior brother of the Green Wood Sword, die at Yuanxi Thousand Household Office, but Fu Zhongtang, the junior brother of the Extreme Flame Sword, also died at Sanhe Bay.

This period has been incredibly unlucky.

The deaths of two elders were already heartbreaking, but the loss of two of Senior Brother Bi's most valued disciples was even more devastating.

Both Zhang He, the Crimson-feathered Eagle, and Tong Ganglie, the Iron-backed Eagle, are dead.

If we could conquer Tianxing Peak, sweep away all the secret manuals, and force Ouyang Zheng and his wife to have no choice but to surrender, that would be fine.

However, the Tianxing Sect achieved nothing.

Even the prospective disciples didn't die, but the hundreds of fellow experts they had painstakingly gathered were all wiped out.

“Master, please calm down. We must not act rashly at this time. News has come from down the mountain that Ouyang Zheng is extremely patient. Although he has broken through to the Innate Realm and mastered the Purple Star Sword Intent, he has kept it a secret.”

A young man in his thirties with a small mustache, dressed as a merchant, bowed his head and reported: "No one expected that Uncle-Master Ouyang's methods would suddenly become so ruthless."

Not only did they use swift and decisive methods to subdue the other two factions and gather massive resources to ascend the mountain, but they also assembled troops from all three sides to sweep down the mountain.

This time, he acted completely differently from his usual practice of leaving himself some room for maneuver; he struck with ruthless ferocity, killing everyone in his path.

Therefore, we must not act recklessly; let us retreat first, for haste will only lead to failure.”

This man's name is Zuo Hanshan, and no one knows that he is the nephew of Zuo Kuang, the "Heaven-Covering Hand" of the Ziyang Sect.

He left home at a young age and was secretly taught martial arts by Zuo Kuang. Although he was not among the Thirteen Eagles, his swordsmanship was still extraordinary.

In terms of literary talent, he is particularly skilled and can be described as having a wealth of knowledge.

Now, as the General of Xiangzhou West Road, he relies heavily on his staff and clerks, holding a low position but a heavy responsibility.

What he saw was somewhat different from what Zuo Kuang saw.

"Uncle Bi's actions were too hasty. In fact, there's no need to be so hasty; just observe him fail on his own."

Now that Prefect Zhao of Mingyang City has died suddenly from an illness, the imperial court cannot ignore the situation, regardless of the reason.

Don't be fooled by Jin Yutang's clean-shaven appearance; once the Golden Scale Guards arrive, they won't be allowed to reason with him.

"Furthermore, Uncle Bi should leave the Tiger Ridge line open as a strategic retreat. At this time, all sects and factions will likely suffer from demonic calamity. The Heavenly Star Sect prides itself on being the vanguard of the righteous path and worrying about the world's troubles before others. I do not believe that they can sit idly by."

As Zuo Hanshan was speaking, he saw his uncle and master, who had a violent expression, wave his hand to interrupt him: "No, even if the Tianxing Sect is destroyed in the future, seeing him living such a carefree and happy life, I really feel indignant."

"I have other plans for this matter. Let's wait for your Grandmaster Uncle Tai Ling to arrive... The losses are so heavy, I can only apologize."

He claimed to be apologizing, but his tone was filled with murderous intent.

Clearly, they haven't given up on targeting the Tianxing Sect.

Tai Lingzi was an old master of Ziyang Peak. He was over eighty years old and had just broken through to the Innate Realm with the help of his nephew Bi Fenkong.

Compared to those top masters who dominate the world at a young age, they are naturally far inferior.

However, with his shrewd methods and profound cultivation, he was more than capable of secretly plotting against the Tianxing Sect.

"That's not right either."

Zuo Kuang suddenly thought of something.

"Now that old man Ouyang has led his troops down the mountain, the three sects will all come out at once, leaving the mountain vulnerable."

Xuan Yin Qian Gu and his group, totaling nearly two hundred people, how exactly did they lose? Qin Huaiying alone, trying to resist, would only lead to certain death…

"Uh... this time the news was kept very tightly under wraps. Those who went up the mountain died very quickly, and not a single word was leaked out."

Afterwards, Qin Huaiying and some disciples chased them down the mountain, leaving no one alive.

In my opinion, this matter needs to be considered more carefully, and we should use someone else to do the dirty work, eliminating their supporters.

The plan to deal with Jin Yutang first was actually not wrong at all.

After eliminating the forces entrenched at the foot of the mountain, the Tianxing Sect was left with only an isolated mountain.

Lonely Mountain cannot defend itself...

How long can they hold out if their food and supplies are cut off?

Sooner or later, we'll have to come down the mountain.

When the time comes, we can either besiege them or set traps, eventually forcing them to submit.

"That's all it can do."

After his anger subsided, Zuo Kuang thought about it and had to admit that what his disciple said was the truth.

If that old, toothless "patriarch" on Tianxing Peak is still capable of making a few more moves, it would be unwise to rashly storm the mountain.

"I heard from Uncle Li last time that the young sect leader who emerged victorious from the Three Lineages Competition of the Heavenly Star Sect possessed extraordinary swordsmanship and martial arts skills, comparable to the older generation of masters." "You mean, the people who went up the mountain were killed by him?"

Zuo Kuang rolled his eyes and laughed wildly, "He's just a greenhorn who hasn't even grown his first beard yet. What skills could he possibly have to withstand one of my palm strikes? Impossible, absolutely impossible..."

Seeing the hint of dissatisfaction in Zuo Hanshan's eyes, he added, "Hanshan, you don't know this, but I've heard about that kid. His family's [Yuanling Sword Manual] was coveted by the East Sea Sword Sect, and they were almost wiped out. They had to go to great lengths to curry favor with the Heavenly Star Sect. This is absolutely true."

This boy's name is Lu Wubing. I heard that he was very weak and sickly when he was young.

He didn't cultivate superior martial arts techniques, only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun. He didn't actually practice swordsmanship for more than three months.

Think about it, even if he has exceptional swordsmanship talent, he can't develop internal strength overnight. He's nothing to worry about.

"He who calculates much wins, he who calculates little loses; this man..."

"That's enough, there's no need to concern yourself with this matter. I have my own methods. But we need to keep an eye on Fu Qinghe."

This man is two-faced and will not act until he sees a clear advantage, yet his garrison location happens to be extremely important.

I heard that her youngest son is a womanizer, so she indulges him…

"Yes!"

Zuo Hanshan's eyes dimmed slightly, and he said no more.

……

"Young Sect Leader."

When Lu Wubing arrived at the west gate of Mingyang, he saw that the place was already filled with jubilation.

Hundreds of laborers carried supplies into the city, and every now and then, disciples of the Tianxing Sect rode by on horseback.

Upon seeing Lu Wubing and Ouyang Lan, they quickly dismounted, bowed, and greeted them.

From afar, they saw the fourth senior brother, Zhang Dexing, leading a large, fat middle-aged man and five or six other people coming to greet them.

"Fourth Senior Brother, what's this?"

Before Zhang Dexing could answer.

The middle-aged fat man rushed forward, grasped his hands tightly, tears welling in his eyes, and said in a sorrowful voice, "The fact that Xinglong Chamber of Commerce was able to escape this great calamity is entirely due to the strategic planning of Young Master Lu, who also personally arranged for your disciples to protect my Zhang family. We are extremely grateful."

"There's no need to say more about gratitude. My fourth senior brother has always taken good care of me; his affairs are my affairs."

Lu Wubing smiled calmly and said, "As for the Xinglong Chamber of Commerce, they always bring generous gifts up the mountain during festivals. Now that they have suffered such a great calamity, we will certainly not sit idly by and watch the bandits commit crimes. This is a trivial matter and not worth mentioning."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the men behind the middle-aged fat man all changed.

The two young people, who were about to speak, quickly lowered their heads and avoided eye contact.

Although Lu Wubing's words were polite.

The underlying meaning, however, was anything but polite.

I only helped you out of respect for my fourth senior brother, so you could kill the thieves and retrieve the goods.

If it weren't for my fourth senior brother's influence, the Longxing Chamber of Commerce would basically ignore you all year round... Over the years, they've hardly sent any gifts up the mountain, so it's no wonder they don't bother with you.

Therefore, the decline of the Tianxing Sect was multifaceted.

The forces they used to rely on no longer take them seriously.

Can you believe that the disciples on this huge Three Divine Peaks only eat meat once every three days?

Xinglong Chamber of Commerce is considered relatively good.

Several large merchants even defected to other gangs early on.

For example, the Pai Gang. For example, the Changhe Gang...

The sect leader is a man of great righteousness, always ready to help those in distress and relieve their suffering. He is always quick to respond to people's needs and spends the whole year traveling around doing good deeds.

He doesn't seem to care much about Benshan's interests.

To be honest, the couple were both of aloof and indifferent natures, almost Daoist in nature, and were not really suitable to be the masters of a mountain.

The disciples on the mountain who followed them never had a good day.

Even those who followed him didn't fare too well.

How could that possibly win people's hearts?
Why should the other two lineages merge? Are they going to eat chaff and wild vegetables with Sect Leader Ouyang?

Lu Wubing suddenly realized that the current situation of the Tianxing Sect was not just due to differences in ideology.

In most cases, it's still about self-interest.

"Dexing, how about we invite your junior brothers and sisters to our home? We'll definitely have some generous gifts for them."

The fat Zhang Yulong forced a smile, looking ingratiatingly at his third son, whom he had never paid any attention to before. Without hardship, one naturally wouldn't value them. This near-annihilation of their family had made Zhang Yulong realize that his previous thoughts had been rather presumptuous.

Even a wrecked ship has three thousand nails.

Never make a choice before you have a clear understanding of the situation.

This incident is proof of that.

Without the support of the Heavenly Star Sect, they would have been devoured by tigers, leopards, and wolves in no time.

"Father, don't you understand yet? After this incident, the young sect leader intends to redefine the merchant quotas."

What happens in the future remains to be seen. It's not that I don't want to speak up for my family, it's just that Father did something wrong in the past.

Zhang Yulong and his brothers and sons behind him all looked grim, but dared not say anything more.

Watching Lu Wubing's departing figure, he secretly regretted it.

I thought to myself, it seems I'll have to give away a large portion of the future profits.

Whether things can continue or not ultimately depends on her neglected son.

"Dexing, over the years, I have not shown you much care; it is my fault."

Tonight, let the kitchen prepare a sumptuous feast so that the three of us can have a good drink and celebrate.

……

We arrived at Swallow Hall.

Lu Wubing gently trembled the hand holding the big red horse, looked up, and saw the sounds of fighting coming from a large courtyard on the street corner.

Then a furious shout was heard: "Die!"

In a flash of light, a person darted out backwards, followed by two figures.

Both men were dressed in tattered clothes, but they were burly and large-bodied.

One man wields a baton, the other a mace.

They used only heavy weapons, which made the air roar.

His moves were quite ingenious, and his internal strength was formidable.

The woman being attacked by the two was a tall woman with a slim waist, broad shoulders, long legs, and a high chest.

A long sword emitted a faint white light, and when it was used, it was like a halo of intense sunlight blooming.

Although retreating, his moves remained perfectly composed, with a hidden killing intent lurking beneath the surface...

Lu Wubing, with his sharp eyes, spotted several thin figures lying in pools of blood in the courtyard.

There were also two children, about seven or eight years old, wiping away tears and sobbing.

Further inside, however, was a female disciple of the Mirror Heart Hall, wielding her long sword and fighting three beggars single-handedly.

"Seventh Senior Sister."

Ouyang Lan followed behind, shouted, and charged forward with her sword drawn.

She didn't even ask.

That girl is just so reckless.

[Flowing light...]

Ouyang Lan rushed to Lin Wenjing's side. Neither of them spoke. At the same time, their swords flashed and turned into two streaks of light.

There is only advance and no retreat, only attack and no defense.

Two burly men working together with a mace and a club, a skillful combination.

At the same time, he let out a scream.

He had already been stabbed in the chest.

Their remaining strength was long gone, and the aura and energy waves on the staff and mace immediately dissipated, falling past their bodies and creating a shallow crater in the ground.

"Who are these people?"

"We'll talk about it later. They're all scum who traffic in children. Several girls from Yanzitang were also captured. It wasn't easy to find their hideout."

The seventh senior sister's face was gloomy, and her beautiful eyes were filled with sorrow.

"Does your Heavenly Star Sect want to start a war with my Beggar Clan?"

Upon seeing the two dead bodies at the entrance, the three beggars inside the courtyard panicked, and one of them shouted loudly.

"Your behavior is so outrageous that even if you saw Elder Ge in person, you should be slaughtered."

Lin Wenjing shouted angrily and was about to rush forward.

In the distance, three or four people came rushing in with a whoosh.

Upon seeing the scene inside the courtyard, the old man in tattered clothes at the head of the group shouted, "Who are you, scoundrels, daring to cause trouble at the Mingyang branch of my Beggars' Sect?"

This person possessed profound cultivation, and his voice was so powerful that it made everyone present's eardrums tingle.

This person moves with incredible speed, and strikes even faster.

A jet-black staff, imbued with the power of qi, unleashed a shadow three or four zhang long, which crashed down upon Lin Wenjing.

"Humph."

Lu Wubing drew his longsword and swung it diagonally to his side.

laugh……

The old man, who had swooped down like an eagle, retreated even faster than he had come.

A deep, bloody gash had appeared on his right wrist, where he held the baton, at some unknown time.

His body trembled as he landed upside down.

Turning his head and looking at them coldly, he saw Lu Wubing.

"Senior Wu, how have you been?"

Lu Wubing smiled and bowed respectfully.

He had naturally met this old man before.

On the day of the Three Families Grand Competition.

He sat on the high platform, witnessing his disciples' competition.

Everyone else was dressed smartly and had an extraordinary air about them.

The only one was the old man, dressed in tattered clothes, with hair like a bird's nest, yellow teeth, and gnawing hard on a chicken's rear end with both hands, which made everyone frown.

However, even though this person behaved strangely, Ouyang Zheng and Qin Huaiying greeted him with smiles.

It wasn't his martial arts skills or age that were respected, but rather his status as the Nine-Bag Elder of the world's number one sect.

How should I put the number one faction?

There are just a lot of people.

In a year of plenty, with good governance, harmonious people, and an honest and upright government, the Beggars' Sect could only be considered a small to medium-sized force.

But now the world is in chaos, with natural and man-made disasters everywhere, so there are many more beggars. They come from all walks of life, and can easily gather thousands or even tens of thousands of people.

Among them, there are countless masters.

Such people are less respected and more people dare not offend them.

Even if getting some slugs on you doesn't kill you, it'll still make you feel disgusted.

Elder Wu Tianzhi, standing before us, is just such a person.

“Lu Wubing, how dare you! Even if your master were here, you wouldn’t dare to be so presumptuous.”

A chilling light shone from Wu Tianzhi's triangular eyes.

Deep down, however, I dared not be careless at all.

He hadn't even noticed how the other party had managed to strike him with their sword.

The sword penetrated three-tenths of an inch into the flesh, almost severing the tendons.

It's unclear whether he held back or simply lacked the strength to do so.

Lu Wubing chuckled and said, "I am not very bold, unlike Senior Wu who is bold enough to cover the entire Mingyang sky."

If my senior sister acted inappropriately today, she will naturally apologize to the senior...

But if you dare to sell children and kill the children of my Swallow Hall at the foot of the mountain, senior, none of you will survive.

Petty theft is one thing, but trafficking or abducting children is an offense deserving of death.

……

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(End of this chapter)