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

Chapter 111 The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber
The next morning, in a guest room on Bright Summit, Yun Changkong had just gotten out of bed when the door creaked open.
A person carrying toiletries and breakfast walked in; it was Yang Buhui.

Yun Changkong smiled and said, "I dare not accept being served by Miss Yang."

Yang Buhui said, "This was originally a maid's job, but I took it on. I just want to ask you, where did you take Brother Wuji?"

Yun Changkong glanced at her and suddenly smiled.

Yang Buhui frowned slightly: "What are you laughing at?"

Chang Kong smiled without saying a word, thinking to himself, "Does this girl look just like Ji Xiaofu?"

After washing his face, Yang Buhui combed his hair and said, "The injuries of my father and several uncles."

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "So that's why you've been so attentive, Miss. It turns out it's for your father and the others."

Yang Buhui suddenly yanked his hair, and Yun Changkong gasped in pain, shouting, "Let someone else do it."

Yang Buhui knew that her father and the others were seriously injured and could not heal on their own. Hearing him say this, her eyes reddened, but she still forced a smile and said, "I came to serve you so that you could show off your power and prestige. As for my father and the others, you can help them or not, it's up to you."

Yun Changkong said, "It's not that I don't want to help, but that I can't, or rather, it would be better if they got hurt."

He knew that quelling the chaos would be extremely difficult. If he made a mistake, he would become the target of the martial arts world. At that time, he would be too busy to take care of himself to care about anything else. How could he waste his energy on them?

Besides, this kind of life-saving and kindness-giving task can be left to "little brother" Zhang Wuji.

He was determined to trick Zhang Wuji into becoming a workaholic.

Yes, nurture.

How could Yang Buhui understand his meaning? She snorted, turned around and went out. Two maids came in, bringing new clothes and cloaks for Changkong to change into.

Yang Buhui said there was an emergency, and Yang Xiao and others were already waiting in the council hall.

Yun Changkong stepped out of the door and entered the hall. Yang Xiao, the Five Wanderers, and others sat on both sides. Zhou Dian peeked out, and Yang Xiao and the others also looked nervous.

Upon seeing him arrive, they all clasped their hands in greeting. Yun Changkong returned the greeting with a clasped fist and said with a smile, "I've heard that those who possess thunder in their hearts but have a calm face can be appointed as generals. What do you gentlemen think?"

The group looked extremely embarrassed; they were all seriously injured and simply couldn't do it.

Yun Changkong sat down, and Yang Buhui served him tea, saying, "I wonder how the forging of my Dragon-Slaying Saber is going?"

Yang Xiao said, "I'm afraid it's too late!"

"how?"

Yang Xiao said, "I received news yesterday that they would take another three days to arrive. But with the Five Elements Flag retracting, I received the latest news that they will probably be able to go up the mountain at noon today."

Peng Yingyu coughed lightly and said, "To say that it's just a random knife, there's no time to make it. But to forge a weapon that can be passed off as the Dragon Slayer Sword will take some effort. But now that the Five Elements Flag is shrinking, people from all the major gangs are coming very quickly."

Yun Changkong picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Plans are often subject to change."

Zhou Dian exclaimed, "I have a precious sword in my hand. Although I don't know its name, it is a rare and powerful weapon."

Yun Changkong looked over and saw a single-edged sword with a thick back and a thin blade lying quietly on the table. The blade was engraved with ancient patterns, indicating that it was a rare and precious artifact.

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "Are you willing to do that?"

Zhou Dian said, "It's just a knife, what's there to be reluctant about? I'm just afraid that people will recognize you and say that you've deceived all the heroes of the world, which would be detrimental to you."

Chang Kong smiled and said, "I have my own way of making it impossible for people to tell the truth from the falsehood."

Yang Buhui presented it to her.

Yun Changkong picked it up and felt it weighed about forty pounds. With a light swing, a corner of the table fell off with a hiss.

Footsteps sounded outside the hall, and a man in white robes rushed in, bowing and saying, "Reporting to Left Envoy Yang, the Five Elements Banner has come to deliver a message!"

Yang Xiao said, "Bring it here."

The man in white presented the note he was holding.

Yang Xiao took it and quickly read it through. He gasped and looked up, saying, "Good heavens, this time our Ming Cult has truly reached a critical moment of survival. Even figures like the Three Swords of Qinghai, the Twin Fiends of Hejian, and the Swords of Diancang have come."

The five wandering men passed the message around. They all knew that these people had been famous for a long time, but they rarely showed their faces. However, this time they all came out, which showed how large the scale of the attack on the Ming Cult was.

All eyes turned to Yun Changkong. The implication was: "You've asked us to bring the people up; can you still hold them off?"

Yun Changkong put down his teacup and pondered, "This is a good thing. The more experts who come, the higher their reputation, the easier it is to deal with them. What I fear most are those who have no reputation whatsoever but are fearless of death!"

Everyone knows the saying, "It's easier to see the King of Hell than to be a minor official!"

Yang Xiao asked, "Did Hero Yun arrange for Young Master Zhang to enter the secret passage of my Ming Cult?"

Yun Changkong picked up his teacup and took a small sip: "Yes."

Yang Xiao then fell silent.

Yang Buhui was worried about Zhang Wuji, so she naturally told her father his identity. However, Yang Xiao and the others knew that Yun Changkong wanted to kill Zhang Wuji; last night in the council hall, one palm strike would have been enough. How could he have lured him away? His purpose was to kill him, so they weren't worried. Besides, since Zhang Wuji had disappeared, he must have gone to the secret passage.

Asking is to confirm something.

Yun Changkong said, "Don't tell anyone about Zhang Wuji; he's a surprise weapon."

Peng Yingyu said, "Master Yun, do you intend to let Young Master Zhang take over the leadership of our sect?"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "Given the current situation, even if I go all out, I may not succeed. I can bring the disaster of the Dragon-Slaying Saber here, but I have no right to interfere in the feud between Xie Xun and the martial arts sects."

Moreover, the world is full of hidden heroes; even if you are highly skilled in martial arts and remain uninjured, you cannot suppress them all. Therefore, there must be someone with unparalleled skill and a kind heart to take charge of and resolve the grievances of the Ming Cult.”

Yang Xiao frowned and asked, "Is Zhang Wuji up to the task?"

Chang Kong said, "He traveled a long way to send you his daughter. Do you think he's a good person?"

"And what about you?" Yang Buhui said coldly, "You also traveled thousands of miles, going to great lengths, what are you trying to achieve?"

Yun Changkong laughed heartily: "Just for peace of mind." He got up and left.
Yang Buhui asked, "Where are you going?"

Yun Changkong said, "When your men retreat, they must maintain a high-spirited attitude. When facing the heroes, they must not be lifeless. Only in this way can they better resolve the hatred."

Yang Xiao suddenly realized and nodded repeatedly: "I understand!"

Zhou Dian scratched his head anxiously: "What? What do you understand?"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "One wrong move and the whole game is lost. Everyone knows that in this grand banquet of heroes, once you make a move, at best your reputation will be ruined, and at worst you will be killed."

Therefore, everyone tries to minimize the impact of major issues, as this reduces their own risk. Throughout history, all those who have achieved great things have done so.

His words were erratic, sometimes rambling and sometimes contradictory. Only intelligent people like Yang Xiao and Peng Yingyu could understand them. They hadn't reached the end of their rope yet, so there was no need to worry too much.

Those around them were completely bewildered, but Yang Buhui stammered, "You still haven't told me why you only care about your own peace of mind!"

Why can't you feel at ease?

Yun Changkong said wistfully, "By the time you understand, you'll have grown up." With that, he disappeared.

……

All the major martial arts sects are heading towards Bright Peak. Some want to wipe out the entire sect, some want revenge, and some want to seize the Dragon-Slaying Saber. As a result, the entire Holy Flame Peak is surrounded on three sides by martial arts practitioners carrying swords and sabers. Everyone knows that they are all in the same group, regardless of whether they know each other or not. This also means that a decisive battle in the martial arts world is about to begin.

The Shaolin Temple delegation was led by Kongzhi and Kongxing, followed by the Five Heroes of Wudang, and Abbess Miejue of Emei leading her male and female disciples. The Beggars' Sect had the largest force, led by Shi Huolong, who included the two elders in charge of skill transmission and law enforcement, as well as the two leaders in charge of staff and alms bowls, each leading a large number of disciples. Kunlun, Kongtong, and Huashan followed closely behind.
As for other gangs and heroes from all walks of life, they are countless.

Looking down from the peak at this moment, the crowds on three sides are incredibly spectacular. To say that the people are like ants gathering would be no exaggeration.

At noon, thousands of Ming Cult members gathered at the foot of a high platform. Five elemental flags, representing metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, were scattered around the area. With the help of his subordinates, Yang Xiao and the others sat down in chairs, waiting for the arrival of the heroes.

Suddenly, a long, powerful roar was heard. Yang Xiao and the others exchanged glances, knowing that Yin Tianzheng had arrived, but they were too badly injured to respond.

Tang Yang sneered, "I thought that old man with white eyebrows was waiting for someone to get rid of his thorn in his side before he came up to be the leader!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than two figures appeared in a flash.

One of them was the White-browed Eagle King, and the other was his son, King Yinye.

Yin Yewang sneered, "The Tang Banner Envoy still likes to speculate about my father's thoughts."

Tang Yang laughed loudly and said, "I heard that Yun Changkong crippled your limbs, but your tongue skills have improved quite a bit."

Yang Xiao said, "Brothers, let's not argue. Today we must work together to protect the foundation of our Ming Cult."

Everyone said yes in unison.

This made Yin Yewang so angry that his face turned green, but he knew that things were different now. Besides, it was a fact that Yun Changkong had broken his limbs. If his father hadn't risked his reputation to go to Wudang Mountain to ask Zhang Sanfeng for an audience, and Zhang Sanfeng had given Yu Daiyan the leftover "Black Jade Bone-Mending Ointment" because of Zhang Cuishan, wouldn't he have been a cripple?
What else is there to say?

Seeing that Yang Xiao and the others looked unwell and listless, Yin Tianzheng asked, "Left Envoy Yang, what's wrong with you all?"

Zhou Dian cursed loudly, "Old man with white eyebrows, you son of a bitch... Don't ask anymore, this is so embarrassing."

Yang Xiao said, "Eagle King, let's discuss this after the enemy has retreated."

He then told him about what Yun Changkong had discussed with them.

Yin Tianzheng sighed and said, "Although Yun Changkong took over the Dragon-Slaying Saber, the matter between Left Envoy Yang, the Wudang and Emei sects and you and Ji Xiaofu is no small matter. How are you going to deal with this?"

Yang Xiao smiled calmly and said, "It's just a matter of life and death. As long as it can save our sect from a great calamity, then it doesn't matter!"

Yang Buhui said indignantly, "When the time comes, I'll ask him why Wudang and Emei are looking for my father?"

The members of the Ming Cult fell silent after hearing what this child had said.

After a long while, a whistle sounded from the foot of the mountain.
Someone came to report that the Shaolin, Wudang, and Beggars' Sects had arrived!
For centuries, Shaolin and the Beggars' Sect have dominated the martial arts world. Now, the Beggars' Sect's strength has been greatly diminished due to the Battle of Xiangyang, but even a weakened camel is bigger than a horse. Currently, the Wudang Sect, with Zhang Sanfeng as its revered figure, is at its zenith.

The combined forces of these three factions alone are enough to give the Ming Cult a run for its money.

As everyone pondered, footsteps sounded, and a group of monks, Taoist priests, and a group of beggars came up.

Zhou Dian laughed loudly, "Wow, that chubby guy with the ruddy complexion must be Shi Huolong, right?"

Peng Yingyu glanced at him and said, "Don't cause trouble, okay?"

Zhou Dian, who was always eager to stir up trouble, was still full of energy even when he was seriously injured. But after hearing what he said, he fell silent.

The Beggars' Sect's leader, a man with a thick beard and a reckless personality, said, "Chief, should we take action immediately and deal with this brat?"

Shi Huolong said calmly, "Don't rush. The Ming Cult is not making a move but instead retreating. Perhaps they have something to plan. Let's take a look at the other gangs." They saw that Shaolin and Wudang had each gone to one side and sat cross-legged. Kongzhi and Song Yuanqiao had unfathomable expressions on their faces.

In truth, everyone felt the same way. They were also puzzled as to why the Ming Cult had abandoned the natural defenses and offered no resistance, fearing a conspiracy. They all wanted others to investigate, and no one was willing to risk their entire fortune for it.

Of course, there are exceptions!
After a while, the Emei Sect, Kunlun Sect, Kongtong Sect, Huashan Sect and other sects arrived one after another, along with countless heroes.

The Mingjiao Grand Square, where thousands of people gather, looks rather crowded.

The White-browed Eagle King soared onto the high platform that had been erected beforehand, his eyes flashing like lightning. He clasped his hands in greeting and said, "What brings all of you heroes together today?"

Everyone looked at Master Kongzhi of Shaolin Temple.

Kongzhi, who has always had a say in Shaolin affairs and is also the overall leader of this campaign against demons, stepped forward and put his palms together, saying, "Amitabha, eliminate demons and protect the righteous path!"

"Exorcising demons and protecting the righteous path?" The White-browed Eagle King laughed and looked around: "Everyone who has come to my Sacred Fire Peak has their own purpose. There is no need for grandstanding. We martial artists would be unworthy of being human if we did not avenge our debts. There is nothing to say about that."

However, the great hero Yun Changkong once visited our sect and said that our Ming Cult has a grudge against you all because of certain individuals. If we resist, it will only cause our subordinates to lose their lives. This is not only unkind but also shows a complete lack of responsibility!

Therefore, our sect is willing to sacrifice the Seven Cliffs and Thirteen Peaks to allow everyone to ascend smoothly, just to avoid further casualties and prevent the Mongol Tartars from reaping the benefits. So, whoever has a grudge against our sect and wants revenge, please step forward. Our sect will not let you down.

"But if you want to take the Dragon-Slaying Saber, I'm sorry, even if you extinguish the sacred flame of my Ming Cult, we still can't get it out."

Yun Changkong was born into an ordinary family, so he always considered things from the perspective of ordinary people and never thought of himself as superior because of his high martial arts skills.

However, these martial arts heroes were different. They were either the rulers of a region or the leaders of a sect, and they were practically bossy and used to being pampered. They treated those who were inferior to them as if they were cattle, horses, pigs, or sheep, and they had the power of life and death over them!

Therefore, apart from some Buddhists, Taoists, and chivalrous people who understood Yun Changkong's compassion, others were indifferent and felt that as long as they could achieve their goal, what did it matter to them whether others lived or died?

But since Yun Changkong said those words, no one stepped forward to refute them.

Just then, a sharp voice was heard: "White-browed Eagle King, what you say is true."

If you want revenge, then take it alone. If anyone wants to take the Dragon Slayer Sword, then come out yourselves and fight a real battle based on your own skills. Don't drag everyone together!
"I'm just an old man here to watch the show!"

Everyone could hear him clearly, but they couldn't see him. However, many people knew who he was.

Of the nearly 10,000 people, more than half cheered enthusiastically.

After all, there were many people who came, but only a very few were highly skilled in martial arts; the rest were just following orders!

But after hearing Yun Changkong's words, I realized what he meant. You big shots want fame and fortune, and you're willing to fight to the death for us. What are we after?

A voice from the crowd said, "Situ the Drunkard, you're carrying Yun Changkong's Autumn God Sword. Did he get the Dragon Slayer Saber?"

Situ Qianzhong turned his gaze and saw that he was a middle-aged man with a fair complexion and a light beard, holding a gilded folding fan and looking dashing. He said, "This brother is quite handsome, and he speaks in a deep, panting voice. You must be Brother Ouyang from Hengyang Prefecture in Hunan Province?"

The man said, "I wouldn't dare. It's just me. I've only ever heard of the legendary Dragon-Slaying Saber, the supreme weapon of the martial world, and I wanted to see it for myself. Is Xie Xun, the White-Browed Eagle King, actually at Bright Peak? And where is the Dragon-Slaying Saber? Please tell me."

The White-browed Eagle King said, "We do not know Xie Xun's whereabouts. As for the Dragon-Slaying Saber, please ask Hero Yun, I also do not know."

A middle-aged man in a green robe stood up and said, "Since the Eagle King does not know the whereabouts of the Lion King, then please let Yun Changkong come out and ask him. Then let's see who has the best martial arts skills in the world. Whoever is the best will naturally be the 'Supreme Martial Arts Master'. No matter who has this knife in their hands, it should be handed over to this Supreme Martial Arts Master!"

Situ Qianzhong said, "Isn't that a competition? I think it's a bit too inappropriate."

The man in the green robe said coldly, "What's wrong with it..."

"You certainly speak your mind!"

The words were spoken gently and quickly, yet they seemed to pass through the air in an instant. The sound buzzed in the ears of the thousands of people in the audience, who were all shocked. When they looked in the direction of the sound, they were all taken aback.

On the eastern end of the square, a tall pine tree, over three zhang high and with a canopy-like canopy, sat a person with a knife on their lap, its blue light gleaming and extremely dazzling in the sunlight!
He wore a blue silk robe and a white jade crown, with a slight smile on his face. His body rose and fell with the treetops, embodying the dynamic beauty of the wind rustling through the branches.

In the eyes of many women, he was an even more handsome young man, a carefree immortal!

Martial arts masters envied his lightness skill, since he sat cross-legged on the treetop while the branches swayed back and forth, yet he remained completely still.

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

To say that you can stand on a thick tree branch and move up and down is not an extraordinary skill, as there are many experts on the field. If there are not three or five hundred, then one or two hundred can do it.
But no one else on the field possessed the same extraordinary skill as sitting cross-legged atop the tree.

"Clouds Over the Sky!"

Those who recognized him weren't surprised at all!

After all, he is a god!
I had never met him before, but he immediately came to mind.

Yun Changkong smiled slightly and said, "Which one of you wants to see the Dragon Slayer Saber? Please come to my right. I will not let you leave disappointed."

He spoke casually, but everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

It's important to know that Yun Changkong's rise to fame was truly awe-inspiring.

He's not here, and all sorts of things are being said about him.

But when he appeared, looking down at people from his high position, who dared to stand up?
If he remembers you and you covet his possessions, you're really asking for trouble.

Even those who are confident in their skills are afraid of ruining their reputation, so they are naturally hesitant and unwilling to be the first to take the lead.

Therefore, for a long while, no one moved.

Yun Changkong looked at the man in the green robe: "Sir, if you wish to see the Dragon-Slaying Saber, may I ask your name?"

The man could only clasp his hands and say, "I am Ye Changqing of the Qinghai Sect. I have no other purpose in coming here but to see the Dragon-Slaying Saber. I am sure there are many others who share the same idea as me."

"Not bad!"

"We just want to see the Dragon Slayer Saber."

Since someone has expressed their opinion, naturally there are others who will join in the commotion.

Yun Changkong nodded slightly: "Good!" He then picked up Zhou Dian's treasured sword, flicked his finger, and the sound of a dragon's roar resounded all around.

Suddenly, with a casual flick of his wrist, the knife flew like lightning, buzzing as it hurtled towards several large rocks in the left corner of the square. With a deafening roar, the hundreds-of-pounds-weight rocks shattered into countless fragments that scattered in all directions.

The force of the blow was like a thunderbolt, and the shattered stones turned into countless sharp, hidden weapons, causing those nearby to try to get up and dodge or block.

Suddenly, a long laugh was heard, and a green shadow flashed, resembling a swimming dragon. Yun Changkong waved his hands, and all the rain of stones transformed into a green barrier, which flew towards the tree where Yun Changkong had just stood.

All that could be heard were cheers and exclamations, rising and falling from each faction.

"Hidden Dragon, Do Not Use!" Shi Huolong stood up and said, "This is our sect's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!"

Yun Changkong used the "Hidden Dragon" technique, drawing inward to pull the stone, then converting that force into propulsion, sending the stone hurtling towards the tree.
The stones were shattered, forming sharp, pointed spikes. The impact was precise, and the sound was like thunder. The stones flew more than thirty feet from this side of the square.

With a loud bang, like a thunderclap, the lush greenery swayed as the large pine tree snapped at waist height, and everyone showed expressions of fear.

Looking again, Yun Changkong's knife was pinned to the ground, and only the handle remained.

The stone was hard, and the ground was solid, so it goes without saying that his speed was incredible. Those with low martial arts skills were dumbfounded, and even experts thought that if he were to throw a knife at them, they would find it extremely difficult to defend themselves, even if they were prepared.

Moreover, after throwing the knife, he was able to leap over thirty feet and promptly deflect the rocks, breaking the tree.

Such unparalleled internal strength and peerless lightness skill left everyone's scalp tingling. They all thought to themselves, "This person's martial arts have reached such a pinnacle. If he is not the number one in the world, then who is?"

Yun Changkong knew that there were many people in the martial arts world who were obsessed with fame and fortune, so he had to use his unparalleled martial arts skills to intimidate them on the spot. He wanted to deter them from being the first to act, otherwise, even though he was made of iron, how many nails could he hammer?

People from all walks of life were whispering amongst themselves.

The members of the Ming Cult had no good feelings towards Yun Changkong; at this moment, they all looked at him as if he were a god.

Yin Yewang murmured, "I'll never have the chance to take revenge in this lifetime."

The martial world is a melting pot of all sorts of people. While chivalry and upholding justice may not be the primary motivation, the pursuit of fame, prestige, and power is far more appealing. However, Yun Changkong's mere display of skill sent countless heroes and valiant warriors plummeting into an abyss of despair.

Only now do I realize that it wasn't that Yun Changkong's reputation was exaggerated, but rather that I was just a frog in a well who had never climbed Mount Tai and was unaware of the vastness of the world.

From among the Beggars' Sect members, one of them shouted, "Hero Yun's divine skills are unparalleled, who can rival him? If he is not the supreme master of the martial arts world, then who is worthy of his title?" The speaker was Wang Xiaotian.

Yun Changkong smiled calmly and said, "Your divine skills are unparalleled, and you are the supreme master of the martial arts world. Brother Wang, you flatter me."

He then turned his gaze and said, “Everyone wants to snatch the Dragon-Slaying Saber, but do you all know why this saber is named Dragon-Slaying Saber, and how can one become the supreme master of the martial arts world with just a saber? If anyone here were to take the Dragon-Slaying Saber and ask me, Yun Changkong, to acknowledge him as the supreme master of the martial arts world and obey his orders, do you all think that is possible?”

These words silenced the entire room.

Situ Qianzhong said, "Please enlighten us, Master Yun."

As soon as he spoke, the crowd started to clamor.

"Yes."

"Yes!"

Yun Changkong glanced around and said, "The Dragon-Slaying Saber was forged by the legendary heroes Guo and his wife using the Xuan Tie Sword of the Condor Hero. These men were highly respected in the martial arts world and devoted themselves to resisting the Mongols, as everyone knows. However, human strength has its limits. In order to contribute to the future rise of the Han people..."

This sword was specially forged to remind us not to forget the Mongol invasion of the past, and to encourage us to slay the Mongol emperor like the hero Yang. Hence, it was named "Dragon Slayer".

The saying goes, "The supreme martial artist wields the Dragon-Slaying Saber, commanding the world with absolute obedience." This is why such a hero would drive out the Mongols and restore China; wouldn't he be the undisputed supreme martial artist?

He altered the truth in an attempt to appease the public, but even someone like Abbess Miejue, who knew the secret of the Dragon-Slaying Saber, couldn't expose him.

But then someone said, "If the Heaven-Slaying Sword doesn't appear, who can contend with it? What is the explanation?"

"A good question!" Yun Changkong clapped his hands in praise and said, "As the saying goes, 'With a long sword leaning against the sky, who will ask? Yi Fu and his ilk are laughable. In the northwest lies the divine land,' this line is from Xin Qiji."

Back then, the Jin Dynasty occupied half of China's Central Plains, but he loved his country and people and was determined to recover the lost territories. This earned him high praise from the Master of Peach Blossom Island. This was also the kind of person that Master Guo had always wanted to emulate after learning about him from Chief Huang.

Therefore, the saying "Without the Heaven-Slaying Sword, who can contend with it?" refers to the fact that a wise and talented person with the ambition to restore the Central Plains stepped forward, which was a great blessing for the country and the people. Who could contend with him? Who was worthy of contending with him?
They are the truly remarkable ones, not just those who, as some people believe, are the best in the world at martial arts.

During the third Mount Hua Sword Tournament, the world's top martial arts masters discussed their opinions and debated who was the better fighter. However, Master Guo remained silent throughout. Why?
That was his state of mind, grand and lofty, long beyond any so-called reputation in the martial arts world.

Guo Jing is admired by everyone, and his deeds are known almost everywhere, but not everyone is truly clear about them. Now, Yun Changkong is recounting it in person, and he has even brought up Xin Qiji. That kind of power is enough to inspire the crowd.

"Great Hero Guo is awesome!"

"Master Yun is amazing!"

Yun Changkong pressed his hands together and said, "It's a pity. Hero Guo is an honest man. He thinks that if he can do it, others can too. Little does he know that we are all people who are greedy for fame and fortune. These few words have been misinterpreted and used by those with ulterior motives, stirring up a catastrophe in the martial arts world and causing bloodshed. Just think about it, everyone, in today's battle against the Demonic Sect, regardless of victory or defeat, how many of you will be able to return to the Central Plains?"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the room asked, "So, the Demonic Cult killed our people, are we just going to let this go unpunished?"
(End of this chapter)