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

Chapter 126 Bad Luck
The moon peeks at people, the rain falls like water.

Chen Youliang shouted and drew a single-edged sword with a "whoosh" and began to fight with Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu's attack on Mo Shenggu violated a major taboo in the martial arts world and must not be known to anyone. His long sword flashed coldly, aiming for vital points such as Chen Youliang's chest and abdomen.

Chen Youliang was a Shaolin disciple who had been trained by Cheng Kun for many years, and his martial arts skills were not weak either. He laughed and said, "Well done! I have often heard that Wudang martial arts can rival Shaolin. Brother Song's moves are fast and accurate. You are indeed a Wudang master. It is a pleasure to meet you today."

"But you think you can kill me? If this goes on for too long and others see us, Brother Song, not only will your reputation as a third-generation Wudang disciple be ruined, but the beautiful and ethereal Miss Zhou will truly fall into Zhang Wuji's arms."

As he spoke, he countered Song Qingshu's desperate attacks one by one.

Seeing that Chen Youliang's sword strikes were powerful and forceful, Yun Changkong knew that Chen Youliang was a skilled martial artist. He had no intention of harming Song Qingshu, and simply defended without attacking, so Song Qingshu naturally couldn't do anything to him.

Song Qingshu, being a man of considerable cultivation, naturally realized this as well, and understood that Chen Youliang was right.

He didn't want to risk being seen by others before he could even kill Chen Youliang; then, in this vast world, he would have nowhere to hide. He immediately sheathed his sword, leaped away, and called out, "What do you intend to do?"

Chen Youliang smiled, sheathed his single-edged sword, and said, "I have always admired Brother Song's character as 'Jade-faced Mengchang.' Seeing your infatuation, I realize you are just like us, yet you are being deliberately targeted by your uncle. That's why I'm standing up for you."

Who would have thought you would be so heartless and depraved? For a woman, you even tried to kill your martial uncle, and now you want to kill me to silence me! For the sake of Master Zhang and Headmaster Song's illustrious reputation, and for the safety of all martial arts practitioners, I must expose the deeds of you, Young Master Song Qingshu!

Song Qingshu, having been stirred up by Chen Youliang's feelings for Zhou Zhiruo and fueled by his hatred for Zhang Wuji, was so engrossed in killing Mo Shenggu when he saw that Mo Shenggu's back was unprotected that he was driven to despair.

Suddenly realizing that she had made a terrible mistake that could not be undone, she swayed a few times and then suddenly knelt down in front of Mo Shenggu, crying out, "Seventh Uncle, I was confused for a moment, can you forgive me?"

Mo Shenggu's face turned deathly pale as he shouted, "You despicable and shameless beast, how dare you say such a thing? Stand up!"

Mo Shenggu knew that his nephew was bowing his head and begging him not to spread the news, but he was a man of great stature. Even though his life was hanging by a thread, he showed no fear and angrily rebuked Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu said in a panic, "Seventh Uncle, I was just instigated by someone and made a mistake in a moment of panic. I know I was wrong. Please forgive me, okay?"

How could he not see that Chen Youliang had ulterior motives? Since he couldn't kill him, he could only beg Mo Shenggu for forgiveness.

Mo Shenggu coughed up a mouthful of blood, splattering it all over Song Qingshu's chest. He quickly helped him up and said, "Seventh Uncle, Seventh Uncle, your nephew really knows he was wrong."

Mo Shenggu said in a trembling voice, "I have always treated you as my own son, and your great master has placed high hopes on you. Do you know why Miss Zhou was sent to Emei back then?"

Song Qingshu shook his head and said, "Nephew doesn't know!"

Mo Shenggu said, "Your grandmaster sent Miss Zhou to Abbess Miejue's tutelage because there were no women on Wudang Mountain, which caused many inconveniences. It was because she was so young yet so beautiful that your grandmaster was afraid she would affect your cultivation, so he sent her away."

But so many years have passed, haha, I never thought you would disregard the teachings and do something that would betray your master and ancestors. How can you face your great-master and your father? Ugh..." Another mouthful of blood spurted out.

"No, no, no..." Song Qingshu shook his head and said, "Seventh Uncle, please don't be angry!"

Mo Shenggu said in a trembling voice, "For the sake of your great-master and your father, I have no choice but to clean house!" As he spoke, he gathered his true energy with great difficulty and slapped Song Qingshu on the forehead with a palm.

But just as his hand reached about a foot above Song Qingshu's head, Chen Youliang, standing beside him, stopped it with his sword sheath.

Mo Shenggu was seriously injured and his strength was not as good as usual. At this moment, he was shocked and his true energy was scattered. He spat out another mouthful of blood on Song Qingshu.

Chen Youliang said, "Seventh Hero Mo, it's nothing serious that a young man might do something impulsive and go too far. Just laugh it off."

As the saying goes, "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot." Since Brother Song has sincerely repented, why haven't you released him? He treats you like his seventh uncle, but what do you treat him as?

Song Qingshu had witnessed everything. Upon hearing this, his anger surged, and he hissed, "Seventh Uncle, as long as you swear not to tell anyone about what happened today, I will definitely repent! If you don't agree, how can I face anyone? I can't say anything..."

Hearing that he still refused to repent and threatened him, Mo Shenggu's face showed a mixture of shame, regret, and anger, and he was in indescribable pain. He shouted, "Beast, you still want to cover up your mistakes? Heh, if I were like you, how could I face my master and my senior brother! You have the guts to kill me!"

Song Qingshu faced a mix of red and white, knowing that once he killed Mo Shenggu, he would be on a path of no return. Chen Youliang would definitely blackmail him and force him to do things against his will, inevitably leading him deeper and deeper into trouble.

Chen Youliang spoke up from the side: "Brother Song, do you think you can cover this up by pleading with Mo Qixia or killing me, Chen Youliang? You spied on the Emei disciples' residence at night in Haijin Town (note: later Tianjin). Mo Qixia pursued you to clean up the sect. The innkeeper Xiao Er can testify to this. You were afraid of sect punishment, so you committed treason and killed your martial uncle. I, Chen Youliang, a disciple of Shaolin, witnessed this with my own eyes."

Brother Song, your sins are a fait accompli; there's no going back.

"What should we do? What should we do?" Song Qingshu's heart pounded, and his face turned ashen. "Brother Chen, what should I do?"

"Alright, since you call me elder brother, you don't need to be afraid!" Chen Youliang suddenly smiled strangely. "As long as you obey me from now on, I can come up with a solution to protect your reputation, Young Master Song."

Song Qingshu was stunned. He stood up, pointed at Chen Youliang, and shouted, "It was you! It was you! You planned all of this? Why did you do this? Why did you do this to me?"

"I designed this?" Chen Youliang chuckled coldly. "Was it me who made you unable to forget Miss Zhou? Was it me who made you peep into her bedroom? Was it me who made you use the Wudang Sect's 'Heaven-Shaking Iron Palm' on your martial uncle?"
If it weren't for Mo Qixia's mastery of both internal and external martial arts, he would already be dead by now. You attacked him with the intention of killing him, and now you're pretending to be some kind uncle-nephew, repenting for your past mistakes! Are all the Wudang Sect members a bunch of hypocrites who dare to do things but not admit them?

Song Qingshu was dumbfounded when he heard this.

Mo Shenggu felt utterly ashamed and indignant when outsiders spoke of him in this way.

Yun Changkong, Zhao Min, Granny Jinhua, and the others exchanged glances, all knowing that Chen Youliang's elaborate schemes were precisely to seize Song Qingshu's weakness and coerce him into working for him.

Therefore, without getting his hands dirty, he wanted to guide Song Qingshu to commit the act of murdering his uncle.

Song Qingshu's mind raced with thoughts, and he said sternly, "Then tell me, what should I do for you to help me?"

Chen Youliang laughed and said, "Brother Song, what are you doing? Is this how you ask for a favor?"

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, then cupped his hands in a respectful bow and said in a hoarse voice, "Please give me your guidance, Brother Chen. I will obey your orders from now on."

"Of course, of course!" Chen Youliang laughed. "Originally, since we chivalrous people met in this matter, we should have upheld justice in the martial arts world and ruined your reputation. But Brother Song's bold and passionate nature made me feel like we were old friends at first sight, so I had no choice but to help you."

Mo Shenggu said sternly from the side, "Qingshu, you can't make the same mistake again, turn back now!"

Chen Youliang said, "The only people here are you, me, and him. Dead people can't speak."

Song Qingshu asked, "What?"

Chen Youliang sneered, "Aren't you perceptive?"

You now have three choices: first, kill Mo Shenggu and obey me; second, return to Wudang to face your punishment and be punished according to the sect rules; third, you can flee. Heh, but I believe you will suffer a fate worse than death.

From then on, the famous Jade-Faced Mengchang became a traitor who killed his master and betrayed his sect, a despicable villain despised by everyone.

Naturally, Miss Zhou, a top disciple of Emei, became prey for Zhang Wuji, the leader of the Demonic Sect.

"What?" Song Qingshu asked in a trembling voice, "You want me to kill my martial uncle?"

The group sneered inwardly. Chen Youliang had given him three choices, and he had chosen to kill his martial uncle. He was still asking questions, but he just wanted Chen Youliang to urge him on.

Chen Youliang sneered inwardly and said, "What, you don't want me to kill him? I have no grudge against Mo Qixia!"
As the saying goes, "A petty person is no gentleman, and a ruthless person is no true hero." If you don't harm others, they will harm you. Mo Qixia just tried to kill you, and now you're killing him in return. This is giving him a taste of his own medicine; what's wrong with that?

Mo Shenggu said, "Qingshu, he wants you to kill me so he can control you and harm Wudang. Don't you understand?"

Chen Youliang sneered, "What coercion? To harm your Wudang? Let me tell you the truth, I have an irreconcilable feud with Zhang Wuji."

"Brother Song, we share a common enemy. As long as you obey my orders from now on, I, Chen Youliang, swear today that I will never reveal what happened today. We will kill Zhang Wuji together!"

"Is this true?" Song Qingshu was extremely agitated: "You really want to kill Zhang Wuji too?"

If it were anything else, Song Qingshu would hesitate, but if he could kill Zhang Wuji, he would be willing to do anything.

Chen Youliang smiled slightly and said, "Brother Song, to tell you the truth, Zhang Wuji killed my mentor, so I will definitely kill him. From now on, you will follow me. I can't promise you anything else, but as your elder brother, I can promise you that I will definitely get Zhou Zhiruo for you. I will let you enjoy the pleasures of love!"

Song Qingshu chuckled awkwardly: "What brilliant plan do you have, elder brother?"

Chen Youliang was shrewd and knew that Song Qingshu wasn't stupid either. If he couldn't sway Song Qingshu now, he wouldn't have reached this irreversible point, especially since Mo Shenggu was still alive. He then said, "You've also noticed that because of Zhang Wuji, Zhang Sanfeng and your father don't want to offend the Demonic Sect and even intend to join forces."

In the Central Plains martial arts world, besides the Beggars' Sect with its tens of thousands of disciples, there is no other sect capable of resisting the Demonic Cult.

Song Qingshu shook his head and said, "But Yun Changkong has also made the Beggar Clan and the Demonic Sect work together."

"Brother Song, you've hit the nail on the head!" Chen Youliang clapped his hands and said, "That's precisely why it's given us an opportunity!"

Song Qingshu frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Chen Youliang said, "Yun Changkong asked the Beggars' Clan to join forces with the Demonic Sect, but the entire martial arts world actually elected the greenhorn Zhang Wuji as the leader, and no one mentioned Chief Shi at all. The Beggars' Clan and the Demonic Sect are sworn enemies. Can all the Beggars' Clan brothers be convinced and obey his orders without question?"

Yun Changkong thought about it and realized it was possible.

Song Qingshu asked, "What are your plans, elder brother?"

Chen Youliang's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he glared at him, coldly sneering, "As long as your actions today remain a secret, I've already discussed it with the Beggars' Sect elders. You and I can join the Beggars' Sect together."
The fact that Shaolin and Wudang disciples have joined the Beggars' Sect is a great joy for them. If you and I can make some contributions, it won't be difficult for us to rise to high positions.

Then you can start with the Wudang Sect. That idiot Zhang Wuji will be easy to capture. We'll control the Ming Cult and use it for our own purposes. Then we'll drive out the Tartars and wash away the humiliation that the Han people have suffered for a century.

"Let alone Zhou Zhiruo, wouldn't all the beauties in the world be ours to possess?"

It is known that an ambitious person must first be a preacher, and Chen Youliang fits the bill perfectly. He made Song Qingshu's blood boil, as if Zhou Zhiruo was already lying in his arms and Zhang Wuji was already kneeling at his feet.

The heavy rain gradually stopped, the clouds parted and the moon appeared, and the future looked bright. Song Qingshu clenched his fists and shouted, "Brother Chen, I'll do it with you!"

Chen Youliang walked over and extended a hand, and Song Qingshu also extended his hand, and the two shook hands.

Chen Youliang turned to look at Mo Shenggu and said, "Then please take care of this man, brother!"

He would never get his hands dirty, and Song Qingshu knew this too. He looked at his uncle, his lips trembling.

Mo Shenggu sneered, "Fine, you beast, go ahead and do it. If you don't want people to know, then don't do it in the first place. Do you think your father and the others won't receive the message from Xiao Er?"

Song Qingshu was stunned.

Chen Youliang sneered, "Song is not the only one in the Wudang sect, so why would they think of you? Besides, it wouldn't be difficult for me to use a little trick to make them guess that it's Zhang Wuji!"

After a moment of deep thought, Song Qingshu suddenly shook his head and said, "Brother, can we imprison Uncle Qi and not let him out?" At this moment, his mind was made up, and he still had a conscience and did not want to kill Uncle Qi!
Chen Youliang glanced at him and said coldly, "Are you dreaming?"

Song Qingshu's heart sank, and he looked at him: "He is my seventh uncle. He has always taken good care of me. Why must we be so resolute? I think..."

"What are you thinking?" Chen Youliang said coldly, "A true man should make a decisive decision, otherwise he will suffer the consequences. Have you forgotten who your enemy is? It is Zhang Wuji, the leader of the Ming Cult. His martial arts are so high that you can forget about him for the rest of your life."

The only way is to start with power, but throughout history, those who have achieved great things have even killed their closest relatives! Let alone a junior martial brother!

Song Qingshu said, "Brother is absolutely right, but I really can't bring myself to do it. So, how about I ask you to do it for me?"

Chen Youliang suddenly realized: "Good, this kid is actually tempted, but he wants me to do it. If things go wrong one day, he can pin the blame on me. What a shrewd Song Qingshu!"

Chen Youliang said calmly, "Brother, I know you are upright and righteous, a hero rarely seen in this world."

However, relationships between people are not based on respect for teachers and obedience, but on strength and weakness.

Zhang Wuji, you saw it. He didn't avenge your sixth uncle, and he even helped rape your sixth uncle's fiancée. Who said he did anything wrong?

Besides, Yun Changkong disobeyed his father's orders and refused to marry Miss Zhou. What could anyone do to him?
Behind his back, countless people curse him for having an affair with a Mongolian vixen, but in the martial arts world today, only you, Brother Song, dare to say such things to his face.

To be honest, your sect already knew that the Prince of Ruyang's mansion had crushed your third uncle's limbs. The reason Zhang Sanfeng didn't seek revenge was because of Yun Changkong's relationship with the Mongolian princess. He couldn't afford to offend her for the sake of your Wudang sect's survival.

The reason why Shaolin Temple didn't pursue Yun Changkong, even though they knew he possessed their divine martial arts skills, and instead acted so magnanimously, is ultimately because Yun Changkong's martial arts were too high for them to handle!
Whether it's Shaolin or Wudang, they both fear this kind of enemy. The Beggars' Sect giving him the title of Chief Protector is also a way of trying to win him over.

Your martial arts skills are no better than theirs, and your heart is no more ruthless than theirs. What achievements can you possibly make?

"In that case, you should go back to Wudang and accept your punishment. We'll pretend we never met!" He said, turning around as if to leave.

Upon hearing Chen Youliang's words, Yun Changkong and Zhao Min were also struck by a thought. Zhao Min thought, "That's right! Back then, the rumors about Brother Yun and me spread like wildfire. The Wudang Sect saw me with him and knew that Yu Daiyan's bones were crushed by A-San's Vajra Finger. Out of respect for him, they didn't dare to seek revenge, fearing they might offend him. With Brother Yun's martial arts skills and his fearsome reputation for slaughtering thousands of people on the Han River, he only needs to ambush the Wudang disciples at the foot of Wudang Mountain to destroy the Wudang Sect! Zhang Sanfeng naturally understands this too!"

Yun Changkong thought, "So that's how it is. Although Yu Daiyan's bones were crushed by A-San, it was ultimately Yin Susu who ambushed him first with the mosquito-whisker needle, and Yin Yewang finished him off with the Seven-Star Nail, which made him unable to move or speak. Even though he knew they weren't his fellow disciples, he couldn't resist and suffered a terrible fate."

Everyone knows that the Wudang Sect did not seek revenge against the Tianying Sect. If they were to seek revenge against the Prince of Ruyang, it would seem like they were acting in a dubious manner!
It was neither in accordance with the conduct of a reputable family, nor did they know my true intentions at the time. They were afraid I might misunderstand and feel targeted, so they had no choice but to endure it.

As she was pondering this, Zhao Min turned to Yun Changkong and whispered, "Brother Yun, you're so kind!"

Yun Changkong felt the fragrant breath on his neck, which he found very pleasant. He lightly kissed her ear, and Zhao Min blushed and looked as beautiful as a flower.

But then Song Qingshu shouted, "No, no, Brother Chen... Brother Chen, what... what are you going to do to me?"

Hearing his anxiety, Chen Youliang smiled and turned around, saying, "Why would I bother with you? Zhang Wuji killed my master, and I'm going to seek revenge. Since you'd rather be Zhang Wuji's good senior brother, then I'll have to deal with him alone, ruin his reputation, and make him follow in Zhang Cuishan's footsteps. We'll meet again someday."

"No!" Upon hearing that he had followed in Zhang Cuishan's footsteps, Song Qingshu immediately thought of himself and said, "I'll do whatever you say, but you have to promise me one thing!"

Chen Youliang laughed and said, "That depends on what it is!"

Song Qingshu said, "We not only want to kill Zhang Wuji, but also Yun Changkong."

Chen Youliang was taken aback and said, "Killing Zhang Wuji is only right, but why kill Yun Changkong?"

Song Qingshu said coldly, "Brother, Miss Zhou is as beautiful as a celestial being. What right does Yun Changkong have to refuse Abbess Miejue? What right does he have not to cherish Miss Zhou? He must die!"

Yun Changkong sighed inwardly, "This man has truly become obsessed with Zhou Zhiruo."

Chen Youliang laughed and said, "Alright, killing one is killing, killing two is killing too, I agree to your request, brother."

Zhao Min smiled as she looked at Yun Changkong, and suddenly kissed him on the cheek.

Seeing the coral-like hue on her jade-like face, as delicate as a spring flower, Yun Changkong's heart stirred, and he said in a low voice, "Minmei, you are so beautiful."

Seeing Zhao Min's smile and the soft glow of her skin, bathed in moonlight, Xiao Zhao thought to herself, "This woman is truly like a fairy. No wonder Master Yun is so infatuated."

At this moment, Song Qingshu walked towards Mo Shenggu with his sword and called out, "Seventh Uncle, I'm sorry. In the next life, I will apologize to you!"

Seeing that he was about to kill Mo Shenggu, and knowing what would happen next, Granny Jin Hua didn't want to watch Yun Changkong and Zhao Min being all lovey-dovey. She took Xiao Zhao with her and floated away.

At this moment, Mo Shenggu shouted, "Song Qingshu, you beast in human form, come on, stab me in the heart, give me a quick death!"

He was utterly despondent and didn't want to hear another word from those two despicable men.

"Seventh Uncle, farewell!" Song Qingshu closed his eyes and thrust his long sword down suddenly.

Yun Changkong had already been holding a piece of silver in his hand, and seeing that Song Qingshu was about to kill him, he immediately threw it down.

He was much farther away from Mo Shenggu than Song Qingshu was, but with the stimulation of his internal energy, he traveled even faster.

The silver coin struck the tip of Song Qingshu's sword with a clang, and the sword flew out of Mo Shenggu's hand, drifting away from his side.

Song Qingshu had no time to discern who had made the move, but he knew that if someone else had killed Mo Shenggu, it would be a major problem. He leaped forward and simultaneously swung his arm back, demonstrating his swift reaction, truly befitting a top disciple of Wudang.

At the same time, Yun Changkong drew the Autumn God Sword and handed it to Zhao Min, gently pushing her waist and saying, "Go and save people."

Zhao Min, of course, understood his good intentions. Holding her long sword, she gracefully descended from the tree.

Chen Youliang was extremely shrewd. Upon seeing the unusual situation, he knew that someone had come to his rescue. Thinking that what he had just said had been known to others, he was filled with shock and anger. He turned his head and saw a figure descending from the sky like a flying general, taking out three steel darts and firing them in rapid succession.

Zhao Min's longsword flashed and danced in a circle of light, knocking away several hidden weapons, which landed lightly on the ground.

Chen Youliang quickly retreated, standing next to Song Qingshu. Seeing the newcomer wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, with a face as smooth as jade and a long sword as sharp as water, he shouted, "Who are you?"

Zhao Min twirled her longsword and said, "I have long heard that Shaolin and Wudang martial arts dominate the world. Shaolin is known for its strength and Wudang for its agility. They each have their own merits. Today, I have truly broadened my horizons."

Chen Youliang was taken aback when he saw that she was too beautiful and too young, and that her voice was quite charming. He never expected that the person who came would be a beautiful young woman.

In the blink of an eye, Song Qingshu stared blankly at the newcomer and suddenly exclaimed, "Yes, you are Zhao Min. Where is Yun Changkong?" His eyes darted around, searching for her.

Mo Shenggu escaped death, but the thought of his sixth brother's death, which was his brother's doing, and the shame of his sect being displayed before her, instantly enraged him. He shouted, "Witch, who asked you to fawn over me!"

Even with Chen Youliang's exceptional intelligence, he was startled and glanced at the large tree where Zhao Min had just landed. They couldn't see Yun Changkong and the others from the top of the pine tree, and they still couldn't see them now.

However, as Chen Youliang looked up, he had already touched the ground with his feet and lunged at Zhao Min with his knife.

Zhao Min sneered, flicked her longsword, and Chen Youliang felt his eyes filled with sword light. With a clang, his single-edged sword was broken.

Chen Youliang had already flipped to the side, and his movements were surprisingly swift. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he lunged towards the woods. At the same time, Song Qingshu also ran after him.

"Keep running if you want to die!"

Yun Changkong's words, spoken casually, struck Song Qingshu and Chen Youliang like a thunderbolt, sending a shiver through their hearts. Their momentum, which had been surging forward with unparalleled speed, abruptly halted.

They were all smart men; they knew that to escape from Yun Changkong, unless you were a top-tier expert, you shouldn't even think about it.

Yun Changkong walked slowly, and the two of them turned around. This time they could see clearly that the person who came was indeed Yun Changkong.

At this moment, the clouds parted and the moon appeared, making Yun Changkong appear even more handsome and refined, like a celestial being. Chen Youliang and Song Qingshu, who had just been full of pride and imagining the wonderful things to come when they roamed the world, now had extremely frightened expressions on their faces, thinking, "We will never talk about people behind their backs again!"

Yun Changkong ignored the two men and walked towards Mo Shenggu, saying, "Seventh Hero Mo, it seems you're not doing well!"

Mo Shenggu lowered his head: "I'm sorry you had to see this." He was naturally angry with Zhao Min because of Wang Baobao, but he couldn't bring himself to vent his anger on Yun Changkong.

Zhao Min looked at her husband, her heart filled with infatuation.

It seems like everything is so simple for him.

Yun Changkong said quietly, "Mo Qixia, your injuries are quite severe!"

Zhao Min had a sudden thought and said, "Brother Yun, please save Mo Qixia! Don't let him be too weak to even clean up his own house!"

"Alright!" Yun Changkong smiled, helped Mo Shenggu up, and pressed his palm against his back, continuously channeling the "Arhat Subduing Demons" true energy into him.

This Buddhist divine skill possesses the power of compassion and is most effective in healing injuries. Mo Shenggu's pale face instantly turned rosy, and his eyes brightened.

Chen Youliang and Song Qingshu looked anxious, each making their own calculations.
Chen Youliang laughed heartily, then paused for a moment, looking at Yun Changkong and said, "Indeed, one cannot believe everything one hears in the martial world!"

Yun Changkong smiled faintly. He knew Chen Youliang's character and couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention.

Zhao Min, having just met him, felt he had some ability and asked, "What rumors are you talking about?"

Chen Youliang bowed to Yun Changkong and said, "Master Yun's name is known throughout the martial world. Since I entered the martial world, I have often heard people say that although you have the name of a great hero, you are ruthless, heartless, incapable of distinguishing right from wrong, and only love beautiful girls."

Even between you and the Mongolian princess, people say that it's only because the princess possesses unparalleled beauty, like a celestial being descended to earth, that he is so enamored with her.

Therefore, he disregarded his father's teachings; although his martial arts skills were superb, his actions had nothing to do with chivalry.

Zhao Min knew he was paving the way for her survival, but hearing him praise her beauty, she felt pleased and chuckled, "Really? Is my husband's reputation that bad?"

Chen Youliang sighed and said, "I originally believed it completely, but now that I have met Hero Yun, I realize that I was completely wrong."

"When Master Yun appeared, he didn't ask about anything else, only about Mo Qixia's injuries. Such righteousness and reason are enough to earn my utmost admiration! Moreover, upon reflection, all those he killed were his enemies; the claim that he couldn't distinguish right from wrong is utter nonsense!"

Zhao Min snorted: "Judging from your words and actions, you seem like a remarkable person, but I didn't expect you to be such a sycophant!"

Chen Youliang clasped his hands and said, "Madam Yun, what I said comes from the bottom of my heart and is entirely from the heart!"

Zhao Min felt even sweeter inside when he called her Madam Yun.

Yun Changkong said calmly, "Chen Youliang, I know you are eloquent and persuasive. I think you are quite a figure, but you are just unlucky and there is not much point in living. Just take your own life!"

(End of this chapter)