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

Upon hearing Yun Changkong's words, Yu Canghai's eagle eyes shone brightly, and his thin cheeks, though barely fleshy, trembled slightly.

The Qingcheng disciples all looked angry; this was clearly a mockery of their sect. Some even stepped forward to hurl insults.

Yu Canghai waved his hand and said, "The Qingcheng Sect has no connection with Mr. Saibei Mu. What is the meaning of this?"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the hunchback wearing an oil-baked straw hat in the corner.

It wasn't until he saw this person that his previous doubts suddenly became clear: why would an unknown nobody dare to provoke the Qingcheng Sect?

This is solely because he has the powerful and influential Mu Gaofeng, known as the "Bright Camel of the Northern Frontier," as his backer.

It turned out that Yun Changkong had pierced Luo Renjie's ear with a broad bean. Yu Canghai, having heard his disciple say that Luo was young, assumed that among the second-generation disciples of any sect, there was no one with such profound internal strength.

However, the fact that a disciple was robbed is not about the amount of money involved, but about the nature of the crime, so naturally we must restore the reputation of the Qingcheng Sect.

Upon arriving at the teahouse, seeing Yun Changkong's handsome appearance and youthful appearance, I was filled with doubt.

Upon seeing the hunchback, he immediately assumed it was the work of "Mu Gaofeng," but Luo Renjie, lacking keen eyesight, mistakenly believed it was the young man who had done it.

The disciples of the Huashan Sect followed Yu Canghai's gaze and also felt strange. Could this hunchback be some kind of Northern Wood Master?

When Yun Changkong saw Yu Canghai looking at the hunchback, he knew what Yu was thinking and said, "What Mr. Mu from the North? It was I, the nameless hero, who robbed your Qingcheng disciples!"

Yu Canghai snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, and pinched a broad bean between his right thumb and forefinger, saying, "With this strength alone, only a top-tier martial arts master could do this!" He added, "Judging from your refined and scholarly demeanor, you don't seem like a wicked or ruthless person. Your provocation of my Qingcheng Sect must have a mastermind! Who is it?"

What he meant was that he didn't believe Yun Changkong had the ability to injure Luo Renjie with broad beans, but in order not to break off relations, he talked about his appearance and temperament.

Yun Changkong laughed heartily: "I don't know whether to scold you or thank you for what you said."

Yu Canghai said in a hoarse voice, "I'll ask you one more time, who is the mastermind? Otherwise, don't blame this old Taoist for showing no mercy!"

Yun Changkong tapped his folding fan against his hand: "Who asked you to show mercy?"

Yu Canghai smiled sinisterly, flicked his thumb against his index finger, and with a "whoosh," the broad bean flew straight into Yun Changkong's face.

The disciples of Mount Hua heard that such a small broad bean could produce such a sharp sound, indicating that the internal force it contained was truly extraordinary; if it were to strike a person, it would certainly cause injury.

Yun Changkong thought to himself, "This old bastard's internal strength is indeed extraordinary!"

As the thought flashed through his mind, the folding fan opened in response, and divine power was injected into the fan to neutralize the incoming force. The broad bean spun around on the fan a few times and then stopped moving.

The disciples of the Huashan Sect cheered and applauded in unison.

Established masters always prioritize probing their opponent's strength before making a move, as their reputation is hard-earned.

For a master of internal martial arts like Yu Canghai, even a flying flower or a plucked leaf can be deadly. If someone were to catch this with a flick of his finger, the paper fan would surely pierce through it. Seeing how easily Yun Changkong caught it, he finally understood that this person truly possessed the ability to injure Luo Renjie.

Yu Canghai couldn't help but think to himself, "Who is this kid? He actually has such skill!" He coldly replied, "What a brilliant use of deflecting force with minimal effort. Do you have a grudge against my Qingcheng Sect?"

Yun Changkong retorted, "I've already said it, we have no grudges or grievances. I'm just penniless and want to ask your Qingcheng Sect for some alms! How many times do I have to say it?"

Yu Canghai said, "With your skills, you are a rare figure in the martial arts world. Aren't you ashamed to do such underworld things and disgrace your great skills and your master's reputation?"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "I like it!"

The disciples of Mount Hua found this amusing.

Yu Canghai, a man of deep cunning, was filled with doubt at this moment: "Who exactly is this person, and why is he making things difficult for my Qingcheng Sect? Could he be in league with Mu Gaofeng for the sake of the Lin family's Evil-Repelling Sword Manual?"

Yu Canghai stared at him quietly for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, "You have no idea how much money you can get. There are so many places in the world that you can beg from, so why do you have to come to my Qingcheng Sect?"

Yun Changkong said, "To tell you the truth, I've heard that the Fuwei Escort Agency is a large and powerful organization. I was thinking of doing them a job and taking a look at the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual while I'm at it."

But who knew your faction would beat me to it? I, on the other hand, value chivalry above all else.

Since you beat me to it, you can have the sword manual, and hand over all the gold and silver you've acquired. It'll be fair that we share what we find, and that's honorable!"

These underworld-style remarks made the Huashan Sect disciples blush with embarrassment, while Yu Canghai's face was ashen, his gaze sharp as a sword, piercing Chang Kong's face.

Yun Changkong, seemingly oblivious, picked up his teacup, blew away the tea dust, took a sip, and said calmly, "Don't even think about making a move. If you do, it'll make me look like a robber, which doesn't sound good. I'm a rather hypocritical person. I might commit robbery and other evil deeds, but I still need to maintain my reputation as a gentleman. After all, I come from a respectable family, you know!"

"Pfft!" Yue Lingshan couldn't help but laugh. She had never seen anyone so lawless. Wasn't this exactly what Yu Canghai was like?
"What do I know!" Yu Canghai cursed inwardly, his old eyes flashing with a sharp light as he calmly said, "Who said I obtained the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual?"

Yun Changkong chuckled: "If you don't want people to know, then don't do it in the first place. This matter has been widely discussed in the martial arts world. Your Qingcheng Sect's name is now renowned throughout the martial arts world. Who doesn't know it?"

Yu Canghai rolled his eyes and glared at the Huashan disciples, thinking to himself, "Damn it, it seems the Huashan Sect is also going against my Qingcheng Sect today! What is that old man Yue Buqun hiding in the shadows up to?"

Suddenly, Yu Canghai burst into laughter. His laughter, which resonated from his dantian, made everyone's ears ring.

Yu Canghai glanced at Lao Denuo out of the corner of his eye and thought to himself, "Hengshan City is full of experts. If I'm not careful, my Qingcheng Sect will be disgraced." Suddenly, his face darkened. Without turning around, he stretched out his arm and grabbed Lao Denuo.

Despite possessing martial arts skills from multiple schools, Laudenuo was unable to dodge and exclaimed in shock, "It's none of my business!" He hurriedly used both hands to block.

Yu Canghai, however, had already used a grappling technique to grab his left hand and then his right, pulling him away. Lao Denuo staggered, his face turned pale, and his eyes showed fear.

In her anxiety, Yue Lingshan couldn't help but shout sharply, "Master Yu, as a grandmaster of a sect, why are you bullying a junior?"

Yu Canghai was extremely patient. Seeing Yun Changkong provoking him and saying that the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual had fallen into his hands and that the Huashan Sect was mixed up with him, it was clear that the Huashan Sect had said this, as if they were afraid that their sect would become the target of public criticism. He chuckled and said, "Don't you know? You two have been sneaking around and spying on me all this way. What are you here for?"
"Our Qingcheng Sect destroyed the Fuwei Escort Agency to avenge my master and my son. What are you doing this for? If this young hero hadn't spoken plainly, I wouldn't have known it was for the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual."

Upon hearing this, Yue Lingshan's face turned pale. Only then did she realize that Yu Canghai had known all along that she and her senior brother had been spying on the Qingcheng Sect. However, she was also furious, her pretty face turning red with anger: "You scoundrel...you're spouting nonsense."

She was about to say, "You're crying wolf," but she felt it would be disrespectful to a senior figure in the martial arts world, so she held back.

Yu Canghai sneered and said, "Slander? If you don't want people to know, then don't do it in the first place!"

He relayed Yun Changkong's words to the Huashan Sect verbatim.

Suddenly, a young disciple from the Qingcheng Sect exclaimed in surprise, "Master, she, she is the ugly woman who rescued Lin Pingzhi!"

Yue Lingshan recognized Fang Renzhi as a clever man who was adept at twisting the truth.

Yue Lingshan's expression shifted several times, then she suddenly sneered, "It's me, so what? I'm not afraid of you finding out!"

Fang Renzhi sneered, "Miss, Lin Pingzhi killed my master's beloved son, and you rescued him and fled, disregarding the friendship between the Qingcheng and Huashan sects. Why is that?"

"Why?" Yu Canghai sneered, "The daughter of the dignified Huashan Sect leader disguised herself as an ugly country girl and followed us all the way. If there were any good things, how could my Qingcheng Sect possibly have a chance to get them?"

The master and disciple's back-and-forth banter made people think about how the Huashan Sect had taken the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual.

They don't want to bear this title either. If they get it, that's one thing; if they don't, it's another thing to have an empty reputation.

Yun Changkong knew perfectly well, and laughed, "Master Yu, if you really wanted to kill the Huashan disciples, why wait until now?"
"You attacked me just now, not for any other reason than to show off your power and drag the Huashan Sect into the quagmire of the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual, right?"

Yu Canghai, his thoughts exposed, thought to himself, "This kid is shrewd!" He sneered, "What Evil-Repelling Sword Manual? Showing off your power! My beloved son was killed by Lin Pingzhi, and they rescued him. Naturally, I must seek justice!"

With that, Laudenau was sent flying out of the store like a kite with a broken string.

Yu Canghai's annihilation of the Fuwei Escort Agency has caused a great uproar in the martial arts world. In addition, his disciples have acted improperly, setting fire to the house, which has greatly displeased the righteous people in the martial arts world. Lin Zhennan and his wife are both tough guys, and he was unable to get anything out of them.

Already feeling aggrieved, he now had the urge to vent his anger on Laudenau.

The throw was incredibly powerful, creating a howling wind. Even if Laudenau survived, he would be in serious trouble.

Everyone's gaze shifted as Laudenuo flew out of the shop and headed straight for the wontons.

The Huashan disciples were horrified. There was a pot of boiling water on the Chaos Picker; if they bumped into it, they would definitely get burned.

Just then, the old man selling wontons swung his arms, making a slight cracking sound at his shoulder and elbow joints, and suddenly struck out like the wind, hitting Laudenau squarely on the shoulder.

In an instant, Laudenuo felt an invisible force supporting him, which dissipated the force that had thrown Yu Canghai into nothingness.

Laudenau turned around, flew more than ten feet through the air, somersaulted, and landed gracefully, his feet firmly planted in the middle of the street.

Yue Lingshan was overjoyed and rushed out of the shop to support her second senior brother, asking, "Second senior brother, are you alright?"

Laudenuo whispered, "I'm fine!" and walked with his junior sister under the eaves.

Lu Dayou shouted, "Master Yu, do you even care about reason? Your Qingcheng Sect was robbed, why are you coming to us with this nonsense?"

Yu Canghai ignored him, staring at the old man selling wontons, and said seriously, "Mr. He, are you also making things difficult for this old Taoist priest?"

He hadn't noticed before, but now that he saw the old man's extremely high level of martial arts, he recognized him.

The old man selling wontons was none other than He Sanqi, a master from Yandang Mountain in southern Zhejiang.

He was different from others, having made a living selling wontons since childhood. Even after mastering martial arts, he still wandered the martial world carrying a wonton stand, which could be considered his trademark. Despite his martial arts prowess, he was content with a simple life, living off this wonton stand. In the martial arts world, everyone spoke of He Sanqi with great respect.

The disciples of Mount Hua also knew that there were countless people selling wontons in the streets and alleys of the town, but the only one who sold wontons and could be addressed as Mr. He by Yu Canghai was undoubtedly He Sanqi.

At this moment, He Sanqi smiled slightly and said, "Master Yu, you have been cultivating in seclusion for many years and your skills have greatly improved, but why is your temper getting so fiery that you are actually sparring with the disciples of the Huashan Sect?"

Yu Canghai's face flushed. He had bullied the younger one, and if He Sanqi saw it, it wouldn't look good!

He dares to spar with Laudenau? He's not worthy of it!
Lao Denuo and the other Huashan disciples were inwardly cursing their misfortune; they had truly lost face today.

They all thought, "We didn't even recognize He Sanqi from Yandang Mountain! We were just spouting nonsense. Not only have we lost face in the martial world, but we've also lost our manners." Lao Denuo quickly bowed and said, "Thank you for your help, Uncle He. We were blind to your greatness and were very rude. Please forgive us, Uncle He!"

He Sanqi laughed and said, "What's the big deal? You buy my wontons, so you're my bread and butter. Why should I complain? But martial arts are martial arts, and business is business. You just ordered nine bowls of wontons, which cost ninety coins in total." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.

Laudenuo was taken aback, thinking, "Is he really asking me for money, or is he implying something else?" He knew that martial arts masters never cared about money. Someone like Yun Changkong was clearly just trying to cause trouble for the Qingcheng Sect. He was at a loss for words and felt a chill in his heart: "I'm really having a run of bad luck today!"

Suddenly, Yun Changkong laughed and said, "Pay for your meal, pay for your life if you kill someone, what's there to think about?"

"Master Yu, you are a senior and highly respected person. I was sitting here peacefully drinking tea, and your disciples were punching and stabbing me with their swords. What kind of logic is this? You tell me!"

Yu Canghai stood coldly upright and asked in a deep voice, "Are you deliberately making trouble for my Qingcheng Sect?"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "How am I picking a fight with you? I was just robbing someone and giving them a little something extra."
"Although it's against the law, you can rob the Fuwei Escort Agency, but I can't rob you? Today, either hand over the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual, or leave behind the stolen gold and silver treasures, otherwise, hmph!"

Yu Canghai uttered two words, one after another: "How?"

Yun Changkong said irritably, "I'll deal with every Qingcheng Sect disciple I see!"

With a series of swift movements, the Qingcheng Sect disciples pointed their longswords at Yun Changkong, appearing both shocked and furious.

Jia Renda shouted, "You son of a bitch, what kind of thing are you...?"

Before he could finish speaking, with a whoosh, Jia Renda clutched his neck and collapsed to the ground.

Yun Changkong lowered his head and gently blew on the fan, saying softly, "Once is acceptable, but once is not enough. This is not just a principle, but a fact."

Just now, Jia Renda was cursing at him outside the store, but he ignored it. Now, well, the only thing to do is send him on his way.

Yun Changkong acted too quickly. Yu Canghai didn't expect him to dare kill someone in front of him. He couldn't save him in time. When he looked over, Jia Renda's eyes were bulging and blood was seeping from between his fingers.

Yu Renhao bent down and pushed Jia Renda's hand away, only to see a bloody eye on the other man's neck. He then reached in and pulled out a broad bean.

Yu Canghai, his heart burning with rage, said, "You have quite the nerve."

Yun Changkong said, "People's courage is about the same. I just don't like killing, not that I can't kill. You should remember that."

Yu Canghai sneered, "First you made false accusations, then you killed my disciple without distinguishing right from wrong. No matter who you are or who you are backing, I will not let this go!"

Yun Changkong smiled and said, "I'm determined to take over your Qingcheng Sect today. You don't need to worry about me having someone backing me. I'll handle whatever tricks you have up my sleeve."

Yu Canghai shouted, "This is outrageous!" With a flick of his sleeve, his rain hat appeared out of thin air.

Before anyone could react, Yun Changkong snapped his folding fan shut and flicked it out. With a loud thud, the straw hat was embedded in the wall, and dust began to fall.

Yu Canghai had once exchanged blows with Yun Changkong and knew that he possessed profound internal strength. He threw out the bamboo hat, which contained the most superior internal strength of the Qingcheng Sect. Unexpectedly, Yun Changkong casually struck it away without even moving the chair.

Yu Canghai realized he had encountered a formidable opponent. His green shadow flickered, and his palm technique was already striking towards Yun Changkong.

Yun Changkong drank water from a teacup with his left hand, and suddenly raised his folding fan with his right hand, aiming at his wrist. Yu Canghai changed his move halfway, channeling his energy into his index finger and stabbing his "Yanggu" acupoint.

Yun Changkong twirled and folded his folding fan, then tapped his wrist, his move faster than lightning.

Unable to change his move any further, Yu Canghai had no choice but to dart around to his left and strike him on the forehead with a palm strike as swift as the wind.

I wish I could smash his head in half with one blow.

Yun Changkong crossed his left hand, feigning an attack while actually pointing at his "Laogong acupoint".

What seemed like an ordinary situation actually revealed Yu Canghai's true capabilities.

Yun Changkong channeled his inner energy into the folding fan, making it easy to pierce through the wooden hole. Once he struck the acupoint, the hand would be rendered useless.

Yu Canghai suddenly withdrew his palm halfway through, and immediately used his ultimate technique, "Shadowless Phantom Leg." His figure appeared like a ghostly phantom. Although you could clearly see him moving to the right, he ended up appearing on the left.

The shop was filled with tables and chairs, making it cramped and leaving no room to maneuver. Yet, he moved among them without making a sound, and Yun Changkong didn't exchange a single blow with him, nor did he touch a single table or chair. At this moment, Yu Canghai kicked Yun Changkong's chair leg.

Winning or losing is another matter; we must first get Yun Changkong back on his feet.

Yun Changkong flicked his left leg, blocking his ankle perfectly, and lifted him upwards, shouting, "Flip over!"

Yu Canghai obeyed and flipped into the air, but he reacted extremely quickly. While in mid-air, he twisted his waist and sucked in his abdomen, and his right palm suddenly slashed out diagonally.

"Try another one!" Yun Changkong caught it with his left palm.

"Oh!"

As their palms clashed, Yu Canghai somersaulted in mid-air, but the force of the blow caused him to flip over and his back to hit the wall.

But his kung fu was truly remarkable. He would bounce off the wall and return to the ground with incredible speed and fluidity.

"Excellent!" Yun Changkong tapped his folding fan and said, "The Qingcheng Sect has gained great fame recently, and it truly lives up to its reputation. I admire you, don't you think, Miss Yue!"

"Of course!" Yue Lingshan clapped her hands in praise.

Yu Canghai's old face turned bright red.

Yun Changkong sat still, forcing Yu Canghai to be unable to use his many clever moves. Where is this?
Yu Canghai was both shocked and furious. His eyes were like knives piercing Yun Changkong as he thought, "Who exactly is he? How can his martial arts be so powerful?"

He Sanqi also looked solemn, standing at the door watching the battle. He couldn't care less about the money or the wonton business.

The Qingcheng Sect disciples were extremely frustrated. Their master had attacked them so fiercely, yet he couldn't even get Yun Changkong to his feet. In fact, Yun Changkong had even been thrown over twice by Yun Changkong. They had never heard of this person before.

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "Master Yu, your 'Heart-Shattering Palm' is quite remarkable, but I am heartless and not afraid at all. As for your internal energy, it has some merit, but it seems that you have not mastered it completely. No wonder you want to seize the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual!"

Yu Canghai's expression was unpredictable and gloomy; this was indeed the case.

His Heart-Shattering Palm technique is subtle yet vicious, and he has mastered it to a high level. It can shatter internal organs without leaving the skin unscathed.

Although the "Crane's Cry Nine Heavens Divine Skill" passed down by the Qingcheng Sect has reached the point of perfection, it is still lacking in refinement.

It's important to understand that this "three-tenths" balance sounds simple, but it's actually not that simple.

Just like Zhang Wuji cultivating the Nine Yang Divine Skill, he had already achieved perfect merit in the valley, but his true success depended on a fortuitous encounter at Bright Peak.

Whether it was the "Qiankun One Qi Bag," Cheng Kun's "Phantom Yin Finger," or even the timing of the bag's shattering, all three were perfectly timed. None of them could be missing.

The same applies to Yun Changkong's Arhat Subduing Demon Skill. Without the Shaolin Divine Skill of "A'er, A'san" and the chilling aura of the Xuanming Divine Palm, and after he secluded himself in Wutai Mountain for three years to cultivate Buddhist scriptures, he was indifferent to all gains and losses and his state of mind was in harmony with the Dharma of following the natural order. He would not have been able to achieve such great success in his divine skill.

Therefore, Yu Canghai's desire to seize the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual at this moment was actually to apply the secrets of the Evil-Slaying Sword Technique to Qingcheng martial arts.

But Yu Canghai was stubborn and naturally wouldn't admit it, saying, "What's so great about the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual? Lin Zhennan and his son can't even beat my disciple. If Lin Yuantu doesn't die, I won't even take him seriously!"

Yun Changkong laughed heartily: "Since you're so arrogant, what are you rummaging through the chests and cabinets of the Fuwei Escort Agency for? Looking for money?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a boisterous female voice burst into laughter: "Well said!"

Yu Canghai was immediately startled.

Yun Changkong turned around and saw a tall figure standing at the door. He said, "Master Yu, you'll have to take my palm strike too!"

He immediately thrust his right palm forward, unleashing a torrent of power.

Seeing that this palm strike could be used to clap, grab, or hook, with endless variations, Yu Canghai had no better option than to take it head-on and pushed out with both palms.

With a thud, the three palms collided, and a strong wind suddenly blew in all directions, causing bowls and cups to clatter. Yu Canghai's face flushed, his chest tightened, and his heart pounded. He took three steps back.

The previous punches hadn't hit the table, but this time it hit a square table, and with a crash, the wooden table shattered into pieces on the floor like tofu.

Yun Changkong slowly stood up and smiled, "Tomorrow, I will be waiting for you at the East Gate outside Hengshan City. Either send the money from Fuwei Escort Agency, not a penny less, or bring out the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual! If I do not see you by noon, the disciples of Qingcheng Sect will take him as an example!"

He then pointed at Fang Renzhi, who had just spoken.

Before Fang Renzhi could understand what was happening, a pale, white hand landed on his forehead, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Yun Changkong appeared before him like a ghost.

The other Qingcheng disciples were shocked and took a step back.
Yu Canghai was furious and was about to put his hand on the hilt of his sword when he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He had just exchanged a palm strike with Yun Changkong, and his meridians had been greatly shaken.

Yun Changkong clasped his hands in a fist and said to He Sanqi, "Old sir, I don't have any change. Giving you too much would be disrespectful."

"Tea Master, please pay the old man my ten coins for wontons, and this hundred taels is for my tea." With a flick of his sleeve, the two large silver ingots that Luo Renjie had just taken out were already in front of the Tea Master.

"Thank you so much!" The tea server exclaimed, his face flushed with excitement.

Financial freedom can happen in an instant.

Yun Changkong walked outside and saw a group of nuns, led by an elderly nun. He cupped his hands and said, "Master, see you next time!"

Before anyone could reply, he suddenly moved and landed on the rooftop. In another flash, he disappeared into the night rain.

The teacher murmured, "Truly, heroes emerge from among the young. Why then, did he become a thief?" (End of Chapter)