Arhats Subduing Demons: Starting with The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber

Chapter 110 The Show Continues
The council chamber was filled with exciting events, yet the surrounding area was eerily quiet.

The crescent moon is exquisite, its clear light spilling down.
A layer of mist shrouded the summit of Bright Peak.

A figure, as small as a bullet, ran along the rooftop and landed in a courtyard. The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and a solitary lamp inside the house cast a faint glow on a graceful silhouette.

A figure, swift as lightning and fast as the wind, rushed towards them from afar.

Yun Changkong laughed heartily, flicked his sleeve to open the door, and slipped inside. He was immediately greeted by a delicate shout: "Who goes there?"

As soon as the words were spoken, a woman leaped up with lightning speed, a flash of cold light, and her long sword was drawn, stabbing straight into Chang Kong's chest with a "whoosh".

Yun Changkong's right hand flashed forward, and two fingers pinched the tip of the sword, making the sword seem to freeze in mid-air, unable to pierce through.

Startled, the woman released her sword with her right hand and aimed her index and middle fingers straight at Yun Changkong's eyes. This move, "Double Dragons Snatching the Pearl," was originally unremarkable, but since the eyeballs are extremely fragile, it was naturally quite powerful.

But just then, a sharp shout rang out: "No!"

A strong wind suddenly blew, and the woman's finger was less than three inches from the sky when she suddenly felt light and flew to the side, letting out a scream.

"It's me, Sister Bu Hui!"

Yang Buhui was greatly surprised. Upon closer inspection, she saw that the young man in front of her was dressed in tattered clothes and had unkempt hair.

"Are you Brother Wuji?"

Yang Buhui was both surprised and delighted. She couldn't see the person's face clearly, but she and Zhang Wuji had traveled thousands of miles together in their childhood, and the tone of the words "Sister Buhui" was deeply ingrained in her mind.

Zhang Wuji moved swiftly and grabbed Yang Buhui's wrist to prevent her from dying at Yun Changkong's hands. In his haste, he revealed his identity and was quite regretful, but he could not deny it at this moment, so he said, "It is me, Sister Buhui!"

Yang Buhui looked her over carefully: "You really are Brother Wuji. How did you get here? We've finally met again. Am I dreaming? I've thought of you all these years."

As Zhang Wuji grew older, his appearance changed, and his face became dirty, which was enough to fool many people. However, when he met Yang Buhui, his close friend with whom he had spent many days, Yang Buhui still recognized him.

Suddenly, a soft laugh rang out: "So you are Zhang Wuji!"

Yun Changkong's longsword trembled, the blade flew out, and with a clang, returned to Yang Buhui's scabbard.

Zhang Wuji was shocked. This person was about the same age as him, how could he possess such incredible skills?

Yang Buhui then looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person was Yun Changkong, but she did not recognize the bald man in his hand.

"So it was you." Yang Buhui stamped her foot and said angrily, "And you call yourself the Great Hero Yun? What are you doing in my boudoir so late at night?"

Zhang Wuji was taken aback. Did these two know each other?
Yun Changkong laughed and said, "I'm here to perform a magic trick to make a living person appear!"

"A magical transformation?"

Zhang Wuji and Yang Buhui were startled again.

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "Bring two torches."

"A torch?" Yang Buhui was taken aback and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Yun Changkong said, "I have my own uses."

He spoke in a commanding tone, which would have infuriated Yang Buhui had anyone else said that, but at this moment it seemed perfectly justified. Turning around, she shouted, "Bring me a torch!"

Two maids quickly brought it.

Yun Changkong said to Zhang Wuji, "Take it."

Zhang Wuji was taken aback, but he still reached out and took it, saying, "Sister Bu Hui, your father is injured in the hall. Go and see him."

"My father is injured!" Yang Buhui was shocked at first, then turned to Chang Kong with eyes blazing with anger and shouted, "Yun Chang Kong, why did you hurt my father?"

“It’s not him!” Zhang Wuji explained, “You should go and check.” He felt that Yun Changkong was too dangerous and wanted to get Yang Buhui away.

Yang Buhui was worried about her father. Seeing Yun Changkong nod, she clearly understood that Zhang Wuji was telling the truth. She said, "Brother Wuji, wait for me here. See you later." As she spoke, she ran out.

Zhang Wuji asked, "Hero Yun, what exactly do you want?"

Yun Changkong walked towards Yang Buhui's bed, flicked his sleeve, and a gust of wind swept away the bedding, revealing the bed frame.

Yun Changkong jumped up and touched around the bed. Zhang Wuji looked him over carefully and saw a smile on his face.

Zhang Wuji said, "Your martial arts are so advanced that I have never seen anything like it before. Why are you taking away a corpse?"

"Never seen anything like it before?" Yun Changkong smiled slightly. "How does it compare to Zhang Sanfeng?"

Zhang Wuji was taken aback and said, "How could I possibly know?"

Yun Changkong stood up and said, "You have had the Xuanming Divine Palm's cold poison suppressed by Zhang Sanfeng's internal energy for many years, and you also took two of my palm strikes. Putting aside your martial arts skills, shouldn't your internal energy be evaluated as well?"

Zhang Wuji stared wide-eyed, hardly believing his ears, and was speechless for a moment.

He felt that Yun Changkong's internal strength was definitely no less than Zhang Sanfeng's.

Yun Changkong smiled and said, "What? Did I say something wrong?"

Zhang Wuji took a deep breath and said, "How do you know that I have been struck by the Xuanming Divine Palm? Not many people know about this."

Yun Changkong smiled and said, "You have a dignified appearance, and you look like a son of a prominent family. Plus, you call me Brother Wuji. If I didn't know who you are, wouldn't I be too stupid? As for Zhang Wuji being afflicted by the Xuanming Divine Palm, that's not exactly a secret."

Zhang Wuji smiled wryly and said, "I lost both my parents at a young age, so how can I be called a 'great person'? As for saying that I have a dignified appearance, I have never met you before, and how much do you know about me? Isn't that an exaggeration?"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "The Nine Yang Manual is so magical. It was created by a master who felt that the Nine Yin Manual emphasized Yin over Yang. He felt that his way of Yin and Yang complementing each other was even better."

Such extraordinary skills, no matter how talented one is, will be difficult to achieve if one's heart is not pure.

"You are so young, yet you have already achieved great success. Although your opportunities were extraordinary, it is simply because your own character aligns with the principles of divine arts. To say that you have an upright and virtuous appearance is most appropriate."

Zhang Wuji was stunned, his admiration evident in his eyes. He stammered, "You, you even know these things?"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "There is only one point. That monk who claimed to have defeated the Quanzhen Chongyang Master in a drinking contest was just putting on an act. The true essence of the Nine Yin Manual lies in the Nine Yin Divine Skill written in Sanskrit, which is also the way of Yin and Yang complementing each other, rather than the Yin dominating Yang as he understood it."

Zhang Wuji stared at Yun Changkong in disbelief.

It turned out that Zhang Wuji was holding the "Nine Yang Manual" and met the author of the manual, who recounted the process of writing the manual.

He did not reveal his name or origin, only saying that he had spent his life as a Confucian, a Taoist, and a monk, feeling lost and adrift. One day, he defeated Wang Chongyang, the founder of the Quanzhen School, in a drinking contest on Mount Song. He then borrowed the Nine Yin Manual to read it. Although he deeply admired the subtle and profound martial arts techniques recorded in the manual, he felt that it only promoted the teachings of Laozi, emphasizing the use of softness to overcome hardness and yin to overcome yang, which was not as profound as the mutual balance of yin and yang. Therefore, he wrote his own "Nine Yang Manual" in Chinese between the lines of four volumes of the Sanskrit Lankavatara Sutra, believing that it was more in line with the balanced way of yin and yang and the mutual balance of softness and hardness than the purely yin manual.

Zhang Wuji was deeply impressed by the unbiased and profound principles of martial arts of this master, and thought to himself, "This should be called the 'Yin Yang Balance Scripture,' and simply calling it the 'Nine Yang True Scripture' to correct its error is still too biased."

Unexpectedly, Yun Changkong had some understanding of this. It turned out that the Nine Yin Manual was not wrong, but the key was that the senior did not recognize it!
It is important to know that Sanskrit is one of the most difficult languages ​​in the world to learn. Most Western languages ​​are divided into singular and plural forms, but Sanskrit, in addition to singular and plural forms, also has dual forms. This one aspect alone can be used to summarize the rest. The various intricacies and variations are such that even the most intelligent and talented people cannot master them in a short period of time.

Therefore, in order to prevent the divine skill from being passed on to the wrong person, Huang Shang wrote the Nine Yin Manual in Sanskrit, thinking that someone who could understand Sanskrit and was well-versed in martial arts would definitely not be an evil person.

Because this is not an ordinary article, typos may not have much impact. However, in the method of internal energy cultivation, even a single mistake could lead to qi deviation and demonic possession.

This martial arts manual written in Sanskrit is very likely to create a predicament where instructors don't know how to teach it and students don't know how to learn it.

Back then, Wang Chongyang, Huang Yaoshi, Ouyang Feng, Hong Qigong, and others all knew the complete Nine Yin Manual, but they couldn't understand the Sanskrit text at all. It wasn't until Master Yideng, who was fluent in Sanskrit, heard Guo Jing recite it, and combined it with his own profound martial arts foundation, that he pondered for many days before finally translating the Nine Yin Manual and passing it on to Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

After a long pause, Zhang Wuji bowed deeply and said, "I have long heard that Yun Changkong's martial arts are unparalleled and that he is knowledgeable about everything under heaven. I have always been skeptical, but today I have finally met him. You are indeed a divine being. I admire you greatly!"

Yun Changkong laughed heartily: "So you admit you're Zhang Wuji?"

Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "How could I hide this from you, Master? But if you are so powerful, why are you making things difficult for my godfather? That Dragon-Slaying Saber is just a sharp sword; what use is it to you?"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "Whether you have doubts or want to avenge Xie Xun, do you still have the courage to come with me?"

"You..." Zhang Wuji was greatly surprised: "So you knew all along?"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "What's so difficult about that? I knew long ago that you believed Cheng Kun's words, thinking that I killed Xie Xun, seized the Dragon-Slaying Saber, and wanted to avenge my adoptive father! So, do you dare to come?"

Seeing his calm demeanor and kind gaze, Zhang Wuji wanted to go with him, but then he thought that this man's martial arts were ten times better than his own, and if he went, wouldn't he be throwing his life away?

In his anger, he didn't think things through and acted as if he were willing to risk his life to avenge his adoptive father.

However, having mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill, his impulsive impulse was only momentary. Now, he was clear-headed and extremely calm, and no longer wanted to take any risks.

The revenge for my adoptive father can wait until later.

Seeing his hesitation, Yun Changkong said with disappointment, "It's all for naught that Xie Xun cared so much about his adopted son; he's just a coward who's afraid of death!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wuji's neck veins bulged, and his internal energy circulated, filling his hands and feet.

Suddenly, there was a "crack" sound, and Yun Changkong fell off the bed. Zhang Wuji took a step forward and followed him down.

As soon as Zhang Wuji landed, Yun Changkong had already rushed over and asked curiously, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Chang Kong laughed and said, "You just light the torch and follow me!"

Before long, the two wandered around and arrived at the remains of Yang Dingtian and his wife. Chang Kong threw Cheng Kun on the ground and chuckled, "Go look there, there's information about your godfather."

Zhang Wuji was easygoing and didn't know how to refuse. Moreover, upon hearing about his adoptive father, he immediately took out Yang Dingtian's will and began to read it.

After a long while, Zhang Wuji shook his head and sighed, saying, "This Madam Yang is really not good. Since she has feelings for Cheng Kun, how could she marry the leader of the Yang Cult? And since she married him, she shouldn't be with Cheng Kun, causing harm to countless people."

Yun Changkong said calmly, "That's easy for you to say when you're not in my shoes. Who is Yang Dingtian? Who would dare not marry the woman he wants? For example, right now your lover is here, and I want her to marry me, what can you do about it?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wuji felt a surge of anger and shouted, "Hero Yun, what you say is utterly unreasonable! Does having high martial arts skills and great power mean you can do whatever you want?"

Yun Changkong said coldly, "If Cheng Kun's martial arts were higher than Yang Dingtian's and his power was greater, would his lover have been taken away? If your parents' martial arts were higher than Xie Xun's, would they have been kidnapped overseas, become involved with him, and committed suicide on Wudang Mountain? If you weren't skilled in martial arts, would you even have the chance to speak to me?"

Zhang Wuji was taken aback: "But..." He sighed and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore, but what is your purpose in bringing me here?"

Yun Changkong turned his gaze to Cheng Kun and slowly said, "Do you want him to live?"

Zhang Wuji was somewhat bewildered, and based solely on conjecture, he said, "You mean he's still alive? That's not right, his pulse and breathing have stopped."

Yun Changkong smiled and said, "As long as the body remains, the person remains. This trick can only fool an honest person like you. This old fellow's skill is more than sixty years more than yours or mine. Is he going to die so easily?"

With a twist of his body, he channeled a surge of internal energy into Cheng Kun's "Jade Pillow" acupoint at the back of his head. Suddenly, Cheng Kun let out a muffled groan. Although his eyes remained tightly closed and his face was deathly pale, large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Zhang Wuji was both surprised and saddened, and stammered, "He, he..."

Suddenly, Cheng Kun opened his eyes, his gaze dazed, still not fully conscious.

Zhang Wuji shouted angrily, "Cheng Kun, how dare you, a martial arts master, pretend to be dead?"

Startled by his shout, Cheng Kun looked up at Yun Changkong and a flicker of fear crossed his cloudy old eyes. He then glared at Zhang Wuji and said angrily, "What's wrong with playing dead? Who do you think you are, daring to yell at me like that?"

Zhang Wuji roared, "You heartless, despicable old thief! You are the most despicable and shameless of all!"

Cheng Kun said calmly, "A beast in human form? Despicable and shameless? Throughout history, which great achiever hasn't used these as their secret weapon?"

Yun Changkong smiled and looked at Zhang Wuji beside him, who was speechless.

"Yun Changkong!" Cheng Kun stared at him, his gaze extremely gloomy: "It's not unjust that I lost to you, but my Turtle Breathing Technique is at its peak. Once I circulate it, my mind stops and my breath ceases, my ears and eyes are blocked. I can neither hear nor see anything external, and no one else can detect it either. How did you discover it?"

Yun Changkong smiled and said, "Can't figure it out?"

Cheng Kun remained expressionless, simply nodding and saying, "You can do whatever you want to clear up my doubts."

Chang Kong nodded: "Firstly, I know you very well."

"No!" Cheng Kun shook his head and said, "Even the Princess herself doesn't know that I have this unique skill!"

Yun Changkong said, "I'll say it again, the princess you mentioned has never told me anything about you, and I've never asked."

Cheng Kun frowned, stared at him, and nodded, saying, "With your status, you wouldn't stoop to lying, and you wouldn't need to lie to someone as dead as me. I believe you. Then, please enlighten me."

Chang Kong smiled and said, "Even the wisest person can make a mistake. You are a man of both literary and martial talents, which is why you were able to teach such an outstanding disciple as Xie Xun. He is not only reckless and easily angered, but also tenacious. In fact, he inherited all of that from you."

You take your anger out on him because of your unrequited love, and he does the same; he takes his own misfortune out on others. You and your master are of the same ilk.

Cheng Kun snorted coldly, and Zhang Wuji's face also turned red. He did not acknowledge that his adoptive father was the same as Cheng Kun.

Cheng Kun smirked and said with a strange smile, "That's right, Ah Xun is a talented boy in both literature and martial arts. It's no wonder I've taught him for so many years."

"Then..." Chang Kong laughed, "Someone like you, since you haven't achieved your goal, how could you be willing to commit suicide? Besides, I know I have already damaged your heart meridian, and you will surely die within seven days."

Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Divine Skill shattered your Illusionary Yin Finger, severely damaging your power. Yet you still pointed your finger at yourself, seemingly committing suicide. This was merely a smokescreen, an attempt to conceal the fact that you were using the 'Turtle Breathing Skill' to hold your breath and feign death.

In fact, Yun Changkong knew that the original Cheng Kun had been holding his breath and pretending to be dead on Bright Peak, and later stirred up trouble, but he recounted it in detail, his smile unchanged, showing no remorse.

They both believed it.

Cheng Kun nodded: "Impressive, I admire you." He then turned to Zhang Wuji and asked, "Are you Zhang Wuji, Xie Xun's adopted son?" Zhang Wuji's eyes turned bloodshot as he roared, "So what if I am? Today I will avenge my adoptive father!"

Enraged, Chang Kong reached out and stopped him, saying, "Cheng Kun, I've not only let you see my disciple and adopted son, but also the one you love!"

As he spoke, he stepped aside, and the remains of Yang Dingtian and his wife came into Cheng Kun's view.

Cheng Kun turned his head sharply, saw that it was a cave, and couldn't help but tremble. He felt dizzy and tried his best to straighten up, saying in a hoarse voice, "Junior sister, junior sister..."

Yun Chang waved his hand, and a piece of sheepskin landed in Cheng Kun's hand. He said, "Cheng Kun, this is the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth manual. Why didn't you take it with you back then?"

Cheng Kun's expression suddenly changed, and he exclaimed, "How did you know? How did you know why I didn't take it? Hmph, Yang Dingtian, stop dreaming! Who am I, Cheng Kun? How could I possibly covet your worthless skill? Aren't you dead? Get out of my way!"

Suddenly, a sharp shout rang out, and he leaped towards Yang Dingtian's skeletal remains.

Seeing that he was like a mad tiger, Zhang Wuji let out a cry of alarm and suddenly appeared in front of the skeleton, grabbing Cheng Kun's arm.

Cheng Kun glared angrily, flipped over, and kicked Zhang Wuji in the chin with his heel.

Zhang Wuji flung his arm and threw him away. Cheng Kun then used his feet to push off the wall and pounced again.

Yun Changkong smiled slightly as he carefully observed his moves.

Cheng Kun was a top-notch master of his time. In his final moments, he was determined to destroy Yang Dingtian's remains so that he could die beside his junior sister. His attacks were ruthless and cunning, unleashing seven punches in quick succession.

These seven punches struck seven different parts of Zhang Wuji's body: forehead, jaw, neck, shoulder, arm, chest, and back, with speed that defies description.

Zhang Wuji dared not dodge and could only try his best to defend. Then, with a loud thud, Cheng Kun flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashed into the wall, spat out blood, and fell to the ground.

Yun Changkong shook his head. He had seen it clearly: in the blink of an eye, Cheng Kun had landed six punches on Zhang Wuji, but due to his serious injuries, he was instead sent flying by Zhang Wuji's force.

This dashed Yun Changkong's hopes of seeing more of Shaolin's unique skills.

Cheng Jue struggled to get up, when a pair of feet appeared in front of him. He looked up and saw Yun Changkong.

Blood streamed from Cheng Kun's mouth: "You really are ruthless and vicious!"

Yun Changkong smiled and said, "You're calling me more ruthless and vicious than you, heartless and ungrateful. I have to verify it. I, Yun Changkong, don't do things without a reputation."

Cheng Kun said in a trembling voice, "Do you think you've won? You killed Xie Xun, obtained the Dragon-Slaying Saber, and heroes from all over the world are flocking to you. Even if you are invincible, how many can you withstand?"

Yun Changkong burst into laughter: "Cheng Kun, even now, you still don't understand and are still trying to sow discord."

You think you can stir up trouble with your petty, manipulative tricks? Let me tell you the truth: I've never seen Xie Xun, and I have no idea what the Dragon-Slaying Saber looks like.

Cheng Kun was terrified: "You don't have the Dragon-Slaying Saber?"

Zhang Wuji was immediately stunned: "You, you..."

Only then did he realize he had misunderstood.

Yun Changkong sneered, "Cheng Kun, you and the Prince of Ruyang want the martial arts world to kill each other. One wants to destroy the demons, and the other wants to destroy both the righteous and the demons. But what I want is for the heroes of the righteous and the demons to take this opportunity to form a sworn brotherhood and rebel against the Yuan Dynasty. Do you understand?"

Cheng Kun gasped, "Good, good, good methods, good spirit, good ruthlessness! In your eyes, the princess is indeed worthless. I, Cheng Kun, am ashamed of my inferiority. You will surely achieve great things in the future. Even if I die at your hands, my life will not have been in vain!"

"Ashamed of yourself?" Yun Changkong laughed and said, "You old thief, how can you say that?"
Your beloved married Yang Dingtian, and you dared not speak out because of his power, but instead seduced his wife into having an affair.

When the affair was exposed, Yang Dingtian went mad with evil spirits. Although his wife was not good, she committed suicide to atone for her sins. This woman was more courageous than you; she even knew shame and remorse!
You saw your junior sister die and wanted to destroy the Ming Cult to vent your hatred, but you were still afraid of their powerful forces and dared not take action. You are a typical coward!

Instead, he turned his attention to the disciple who revered him like a father, feigning drunkenness to rape and murder his disciple's wife, throw his son to his death, and kill thirteen members of his family, all to make them his tools.

Someone as insidious and vicious as you, a beast worse than a pig or a dog, should have been struck by lightning long ago.

"How dare you live in this world, spouting such arrogant nonsense about Emperor Gaozu of Han and Emperor Taizong of Tang! In all my decades of life, I've never seen such a shameless scoundrel! Your junior sister must be blind to have fallen for you!"

Yun Changkong's every word seemed to pierce Cheng Kun's heart. His face was unusually ferocious and ugly. He stared at his junior sister's skeleton, and under the firelight, he was stunned and two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks.

At this moment, Cheng Kun's life hangs in the balance. He recalls the happy years when he and his junior sister pledged their love, and it seems as if that woman is smiling sweetly: "Senior brother, we will never be separated!" Her white figure seems to be right in front of him, but no matter how hard he tries to grab her, he can't grasp even a corner of her clothes.

"Senior brother, I can't marry you!"

"why?"

“My father accepted the betrothal gifts from Yang Dingtian, the leader of the Ming Cult, and he wanted to marry me to him.”

"Your father knew you and I were childhood sweethearts, so why, why?"

Things had changed, and it felt like a lifetime had passed. Cheng Kun's years of bitterness, resentment, and bitterness surged up all at once.

"Senior brother, I have already wronged my husband by having a secret rendezvous with you. If you harbor any ill intentions towards him, it would be an outrage against heaven and earth! Senior brother, I have already told you beforehand that if anything happens to him, I will go to the Yellow Springs with him!"

"Yang Dingtian's eyes are bleeding. I have your body, but I can't have your heart..."

Scenes from the past flashed before his eyes, and Cheng Kun's face gradually twisted and distorted, his brows furrowing with madness. He cried out, "Yang Dingtian, Yang Dingtian, I won my junior sister's heart, but I can't have her. I'll kill you, kill you... kill you..."

Cheng Kun cried out as if waking from a nightmare, suddenly letting out a piercing wail: "Junior Sister..."

Cheng Kun cried and cried out, but then fell silent.

This time, both Yun Changkong and Zhang Wuji knew that he was definitely dead.

Time seemed to stand still. It was unclear whether the wind had come into the secret room or the echo of Cheng Kun's wailing was making a mournful sound.

Silence fell over everything.

After a long pause, Yun Changkong finally said, "You've read Yang Dingtian's last words. What are your thoughts?"

Zhang Wuji said with great emotion, "My godfather respected him very much. Even though he hated him to the bone, he still referred to him as 'Master.' Clearly, he was very good to my godfather in the past."

"But he hates Yang Dingtian and seeks revenge on the Ming Cult members, so why did he have to harm my adoptive father and kill his entire family…" At this point, Zhang Wuji, overwhelmed with grief and indignation, punched the wall and shouted, "Hero Yun, tell me, why is he so vicious as my master?"

Yun Changkong said, "Love is a thing that burdens people; it is neither the beginning nor the end."

Zhang Wuji was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Yun Changkong stared at Zhang Wuji with a meaningful look: "Your godfather only had a grudge against Cheng Kun, why would he be willing to fight with others? Didn't he also take action? It's good that you can see how terrible love can change today."

Learning from past mistakes, you should aspire to be a hero with lofty ideals, one who will not bow to the temptations of women!

Zhang Wuji shook his head and sighed: "Not bowing down for a beautiful woman is easier said than done. Who can actually do it? Have you done it?"

Zhang Wuji understood this deeply. He knew that everyone in the Wudang Sect spoke highly of his father, except for marrying his mother. Yet, all he ever saw was his parents' love and affection, and his father never looked down on his mother.

He had also heard about Yun Changkong's affair. If such a remarkable person could get entangled with a Mongolian woman, what about himself?
Yun Changkong said, "Don't compare me to you. I can't do it because I took a different path from ordinary people from the very beginning, while you are just starting out."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Wuji turned his head and looked at him.

Yun Changkong said, "This is a long story. We can talk about it another time." He paused and then said, "Do you know why you can't beat Cheng Kun, and you can't beat me either?"

Zhang Wuji said, "Because I haven't mastered the martial arts of my adoptive father and my father."

Yun Changkong smiled and said, "Even if you master the martial arts of your godfather and your father, and are able to defeat Cheng Kun, you are no different from Cheng Kun in front of me."

Zhang Wuji thought about it and agreed. His adoptive father's martial arts were passed down from Cheng Kun, and his father's martial arts were from the Wudang School. He had only learned a basic set of long fist techniques, so how could he possibly defeat a master like Chang Kong?

Yun Changkong paused for a moment, then said, "There's a huge, solid rock over there. Go and try pushing it."

Zhang Wuji had no doubts. He walked over, pressed down on the wall, and pushed hard. He felt that he had endless power in his body, but he just couldn't unleash it. Naturally, the stone wall didn't budge.

Yun Changkong asked, "How does it feel? Is it that you can't use your strength?"

Zhang Wuji nodded: "It seems like there's a dam inside my body blocking my internal energy."

Yun Changkong tossed the sheepskin to him and said, "Smear blood on it, and the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth technique will appear. If you practice it, you will be able to unleash the great power of the Nine Yang Divine Skill."

Zhang Wuji shook his head and said, "This is the Ming Cult's internal cultivation method, how can I practice it!"

Chang Kong said, "Yang Dingtian passed it on to your adoptive father. It is only natural for a son to follow his father's example. Why don't you practice it?"

Zhang Wuji said, "No, my grandmaster doesn't want me to have any connection with the Ming Cult, and I can't disobey."

Yun Changkong sneered: "Then don't practice. After the Ming Cult is destroyed, your godfather will know that his eldest son was able to help but didn't because of Zhang Sanfeng. I wonder what he will do then?"

Zhang Wuji paused for a moment, then said, "Why don't you practice? You could save the Ming Cult too!"

Yun Changkong sneered, "It's precisely because I've practiced that I must make you practice." He was proud and didn't want to owe the Ming Cult any favors.

Having mastered the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, it would be a shame not to contribute to the Ming Cult; moreover, he was not the kind of person who would destroy something just because he had acquired a divine skill.

Those are the fruits of our predecessors' hard work; they should be left to those who are destined to receive them.

Confused, Zhang Wuji asked, "What does this mean?"

Yun Changkong asked, "What is your opinion of the Ming Cult?"

Zhang Wuji said, "I read the Ming Cult Leader Yang's last words, and the Ming Cult's principles are quite upright and honorable."

Chang Kong said, "As the saying goes, even a big tree has withered branches. Because some people have made enemies with various sects, the Ming Cult has been implicated. Don't you want to resolve this feud?"

"Yes, I want to!" Zhang Wuji said eagerly. "I wanted to so much that I wanted to bring Cheng Kun's body to the major sects to clear up the misunderstanding."

Upon hearing this, Yun Changkong chuckled: "How do you think your brain works? You think you can resolve a misunderstanding with Cheng Kun's corpse?"

Zhang Wuji said in surprise, "Didn't you hear it all? The martial arts heroes besieged the Ming Cult, and it was all Cheng Kun's doing."

Chang Kong nodded and asked, "And then?"

Zhang Wuji said, "Cheng Kun joined Shaolin and became a disciple of the monk Kongjian, but he broke his promise and failed to arrive..."

Yun Changkong interjected, "Someone asked you why Cheng Kun went to such lengths to deal with the Ming Cult. What did you say?"

Zhang Wuji said, "It was hatred born of love. He had an affair with Madam Yang, which provoked the leader of the Yang sect to his death..."

"Clap clap!" Yun Changkong clapped his hands and said, "Excellent, excellent! The Ming Cult has been wearing the 'Demon' character for so long, do you want to give it a change?"

"What kind of trick?" Zhang Wuji blurted out.

Yun Changkong glanced at him and sneered, "If you tell others about the grudges and love affairs between Yang Dingtian and his wife and Cheng Kun, how will the Ming Cult members know that their leader, whom they have always revered as a god, has been cuckolded by his wife? How will they have the face to show their faces in public?"
When members of the Ming Cult roam the martial world, they often say, "Hey, did you know? That guy's from the Green Hat Cult! Aren't they furious? Just think about your sixth uncle."

Zhang Wuji's face turned red, and he opened his mouth slightly, but ultimately did not utter a sound.

The moment Yin Liting was mentioned, he immediately understood.

"Let's leave this matter buried here!" Yun Changkong said with a smile. "We know about the Ming Cult's shameful deeds. We either kill them, or they kill us, or we join them. What do you choose?"

Zhang Wuji was completely baffled: "But, but, but what does this have to do with you telling me to practice the Great Shift of the Universe?"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "First, if you practice, you can inherit the position of leader of the Ming Cult, prevent them from falling apart, and guide them onto the right path. Second, if others don't listen to your reasoning, you can talk to them about physics. But now? You can't even beat a disciple of a sect. Who will listen to you?"

Thirdly, once you've mastered the Great Shift of the Universe, and Zhang Sanfeng has instructed you on the essence of his martial arts, we'll have another fight.

Zhang Wuji gave him a deep look: "You can be first or second, too. If you want to have a martial arts competition, you can find my grandmaster!"

Yun Changkong shook his head and said, "I killed the Right Envoy of the Ming Cult, crippled your uncle, and made the Eagle Cult change its name to the White Eyebrow Cult. They will not submit to me from the bottom of their hearts."

As for your grandmaster, I used to think I was no match for him, but now I'm afraid of killing him and tarnishing the reputation of this grandmaster of martial arts. So, I have no choice but to choose you.”

Zhang Wuji was stunned again.

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "That's all I have to say. Whether you practice or not is up to you. But don't regret it if I kill Zhang Sanfeng one day!"

With a flick of his sleeves, a gust of wind swept through the secret room. Zhang Wuji looked over and saw a corner of a black robe fluttering in the doorway before disappearing from sight.

Zhang Wuji stepped to the doorway, only to find it pitch black. Yun Changkong was nowhere to be seen. He couldn't help but exclaim, "You're too arrogant!"

"Ha ha……"

Yun Changkong's laughter came, sounding like a dragon's roar, making his ears ring.

Zhang Wuji said those words, but he didn't think Yun Changkong was being arrogant.

Because he knew that although his grandmaster's martial arts skills were high, he was already old, now 110 years old, and his energy was declining. How could he compare to Yun Changkong, who was in his prime?

If he were to truly fight Yun Changkong, Yun Changkong might be able to withstand one of his palm strikes, but Zhang Sanfeng might not be able to withstand one.

If we're talking about defeating the enemy quickly, he personally witnessed Yun Changkong's incredible lightness skill. He carried a person weighing over 100 pounds and ran faster than him. If his grandmaster wanted to hit him, he would have to put in a lot of effort.

(End of this chapter)