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

Ren Yingying then said, "Your words are ill-considered. Some people look down on you, but others will naturally value you."

When Linghu Chong heard Xin Guoliang's loud shout, he knew that he was informing Master Fang Sheng. He thought that these disciples were being unreasonable, but Master Fang Sheng was a highly virtuous monk. Once he arrived, he would surely be able to restrain his disciples, and things would be easier to handle. So he didn't care and said to the old woman, "I am isolated and helpless, and I am insignificant. What is the life or death of an ant worth? Your words of concern are just to comfort me."

As he spoke, he thought of his master and mistress, who had always been like parents to him, not only for passing on their skills but also for raising him. He had never imagined that his willful and reckless behavior would lead to his expulsion from the sect. He imagined that his master's pain at that time was probably even greater than his own. Overwhelmed with sadness and shame, he felt an urge to smash his head against a wall and die.

He just felt that this Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect had been comforting him and had even rallied so many friends in the martial arts world to heal his injuries. Regardless of whether she was the daughter of the former leader of the Demonic Sect or even if she was an utterly wicked and heinous person, he still wanted to get to the bottom of this.

Xin Guoliang and the others were silenced by Linghu Chong's words, and since they felt that their martial uncle was not strong enough to be a match for them, they were not in a hurry to make a move.

Ren Yingying said, "In the end, you still can't let go of your junior sister!"

Linghu Chong wiped away his tears and said, "I've barely exchanged a few words with you, why would you save my life? Please tell me, you dying man!"

Ren Yingying asked, "What do you think?"

Linghu Chong said, "I am not familiar with your life story or your personality, so I dare not make any assumptions."

“You are very smart.” Ren Yingying sighed before continuing, “I was so determined to save your life, simply because we were both in the same boat.”

Linghu Chong's body stiffened, and he said, "You've also been abandoned by your sweetheart?"

Ren Yingying snorted, "I'm saying that you lost both your parents at a young age and lived under someone else's roof. I'm the same way!"

Upon hearing this, Linghu Chong replied, "Although I am an orphan, I am not living under someone else's roof!"

Ren Yingying then said, "That 'Calming Heart and Universal Benevolence Mantra' is a tune I always play when I am feeling the most sorrowful, in order to calm my emotions."

Linghu Chong nodded secretly and said, "No wonder I felt calm and forgot all my troubles as soon as I heard this music."

However, Yi Guozi, who was extremely disgusted by what he heard, took a breath and said disdainfully, "Enough, enough, that's really nauseating. Linghu Chong, you've completely disgraced the Huashan Sect. You forget your troubles when you're with the witch, so you're full of troubles in the Huashan Sect?"

Even with his thick skin, Linghu Chong couldn't help but blush, pretending not to have heard.

Xin Guoliang said, "You woman, judging from your extraordinary skills, you must have a remarkable background. Did you kill Brother Tan of the Kunlun Sect?"

Ren Yingying said coldly, "I killed them. If it weren't for the sake of Shaolin Temple, none of you would have survived!"

Xin Guoliang's face turned purple, and he roared, "Fine, since you dare to kill, why don't you come out? Are you ashamed to face anyone?"

As they spoke, Huang Guobai and Monk Jueyue surrounded them.

Ren Yingying gave a haughty snort and said, "A bunch of charlatans and monsters, I can't be bothered to see them."

Ren Yingying's arrogance startled Linghu Chong, who thought, "Master Fang Sheng must be nearby and will arrive in no time. Why are you provoking them?"

Huang Guobai flew into a rage and said, "Brother Jueyue, we have a compassionate heart, but the stubborn stone won't agree. Let's put away our good intentions, pick up the convenient shovel, and kill the demoness."

Although Linghu Chong knew that this Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect was highly skilled in martial arts, he thought, "If anyone from Shaolin Temple were to suffer a mishap, I would be ashamed of the kindness I showed to Master Fang Sheng."

After thinking this through, he turned his gaze to the bushes and said, "I already know your intentions. You are a refined lady of great standing in the martial arts world. I am deeply grateful. Our fate has come to an end. Please, then!"

He also felt sorry for his mother-in-law because he cared for her, and didn't want her to linger there.

But then Yi Guozi sneered, "This wicked witch..."
The bewitching magic you used was indeed formidable; it actually turned the eldest disciple of the Gentleman Sword Sect into a traitor. Heh, you two are truly a mismatched pair…”

"You're courting death!" With a cold shout, a green shadow pounced out from the bushes. Monk Jueyue shouted and swung his shovel out with a whoosh.

Normally, Ren Yingying wouldn't have paid him any attention, but she was injured and dared not take the blow head-on. She placed the scabbard on the staff, spun around, and flew past Yi Guozi, the scabbard swiftly striking his brow.

Yi Guozi let out a muffled groan, his eyes rolled back, and he died instantly.

Enraged, Jueyue spun around and pounced on Ren Yingying like a shadow. Xin Guoliang and Huang Guobai swung their swords at the same time, attacking Ren Yingying from the left and right sides.

Ren Yingying's injuries were not as severe as Linghu Chong's, but she still felt her blood and qi running wildly through her meridians. She did not want to cause trouble, but seeing Yi Guozi's face, she felt that killing him would not be enough to vent her anger. So she endured the pain and used her deadly move.

But the harder she tried, the more her internal organs churned, and her movements became less agile than usual. Fortunately, she was highly skilled in martial arts, and she dodged left and right in the face of the three men's attacks, maintaining her nimble and graceful movements.

Linghu Chong saw that the two Xin Guo's moves were coordinated very closely, especially Jue Yue, who was extremely fierce.

This old woman's swordsmanship was far more ruthless, with one or two moves that were exceptionally exquisite. She seemed to be handling three opponents with ease, but he noticed that she was breathing rapidly and knew she couldn't last long. Suddenly, his blood boiled, and he shouted, "What kind of martial arts master or hero are you, three Shaolin disciples beating a woman!"

Xin Guoliang, who hated evil as much as he did, also harbored resentment towards Linghu Chong for a long time. He shouted, "Are you blind? Can't you see her killing people?"

Huang Guobai shouted, "What are you saying to this lustful little beast? He's clearly bewitched by those sluts and whores of the evil cult..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ren Yingying swung her right palm and slapped Huang Guobai on the forehead.

The palm strike was swift as lightning, and it looked like it was about to hit his forehead.

Suddenly, an aged voice rang out: "Stop!"

Linghu Chong turned his gaze and saw a figure walking on branches from the foot of the mountain. The figure was incredibly fast, and he knew that Master Fang Sheng had arrived. He was filled with trepidation.

But then there was a loud bang. Turning around, they saw Huang Guobai, his face as red as blood, staggering a few steps before spitting out a mouthful of blood. With a thud, he collapsed to the ground, his body limp as mud.

At the same time, with a hiss, blood suddenly appeared. Xin Guobai had a wound on his left chest that went all the way to his waist, and blood gushed out. He immediately collapsed.

Linghu Chong's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected this beautiful girl to be so ruthless. A sense of fear rose within him, and he finally believed it—she must have killed the Kunlun Sect disciples.
Ren Yingying killed two people in succession, blood gushing from her cheeks. She staggered back a few steps, and Jueyue used a shovel to smash her head. Master Fang Sheng was incredibly fast and had already entered the arena. He struck out with a palm, and with a hum, the shovel went out of bounds.

With a flick of his sleeve, a gust of wind swept Jueyue and Ren Yingying away.

Ren Yingying leaped back more than ten feet, her cheeks as red as peach blossoms, her right hand holding the sword trembling violently, buzzing and shaking.

Jueyue cried out urgently, "Uncle-Master, she not only killed Brother Tan of the Kunlun Sect, but also three junior brothers!"

Master Fang looked at Ren Yingying with a face full of surprise and disbelief.

He never expected that this stunningly beautiful woman, with her breathtaking looks, would possess such formidable martial arts skills and be so ruthless.

Even with his profound cultivation, Master Fang Sheng couldn't help but take a few more glances and asked, "Who are you from Blackwood Cliff?"

Ren Yingying let out a long breath and said coldly, "It's none of your business! If you want revenge, then bring it on!"

"Amitabha!" Master Fang Sheng put his palms together and said, "My Shaolin Temple has no entanglement with Blackwood Cliff. This old monk once had a meeting with the Eastern Cult Leader. Why would you, young lady, treat my Shaolin disciple so cruelly!"

Ren Yingying said coldly, "They have insulted me too much and are asking for it! What Shaolin Temple, what martial arts masters, they are nothing but charlatans and hooligans!"

Master Fang Sheng was taken aback.

Monk Jueyue said, "Even if my junior brother has done something wrong, he doesn't deserve to die. Besides, isn't what he said wrong? Linghu Chong was a disciple of a prestigious family, but he became an outcast of the Huashan Sect. Isn't that because he was bewitched by you, you vixen!"

Ren Yingying raised her eyebrows, her eyes revealing a murderous intent.

Linghu Chong hurriedly said, "Master, I was expelled from the sect by my master. It was all my own fault and had nothing to do with this young lady!"

Upon hearing this, Master Fang Sheng immediately understood. After a brief silence, he put his palms together and sighed, "Excellent, excellent. You have injured three of my Shaolin disciples. Considering your internal injuries, I will not make things difficult for you. Put down your weapon and come back to Shaolin Temple with me to await the judgment of my senior brother, the abbot."

Ren Yingying felt her energy was disordered and her blood was rushing around. She immediately suppressed the blood in her chest and said, "Although Shaolin Temple is powerful, it is not qualified to punish you."

Jueyue said loudly, "Uncle-Master, you can't talk about compassion with this woman."

Master Fang lowered his eyes, his face ashen, and said, "Young lady, you should know that I have already shown you mercy!"

Ren Yingying sneered, "Great monk, your four disciples can't even beat an injured woman like me. It seems that Shaolin Temple's martial arts are just empty boasts. It's a joke that Yun Changkong said that Shaolin Temple's internal strength is the best in the world and could save this young hero Linghu!"

"You must either kill this girl today, or all the heroes of the world will know that the Shaolin Temple, the grandmaster of martial arts, is nothing but a charlatan, a den of iniquity!"

Her words surprised and puzzled everyone.

If Yun Changkong heard this, he would naturally understand that this little girl was provoking Shaolin Temple.

So, if Yun Changkong says Shaolin Temple can save Linghu Chong, and I insist that it can't, then who's lying? Let's see what Shaolin Temple has to say.

Master Fang Sheng said, "The Buddhist sect is known for its compassion, but you have killed three of my disciples. This matter must be settled!"

Ren Yingying said, "It's easy to end things, why waste time talking nonsense?"

Master Fang Sheng put his palms together and said, "Amitabha!" Suddenly, he leaped up and slapped her with his palm.

The palm strike was powerful and fierce; Ren Yingying dared not take it head-on and quickly dodged to the side.

Master Fang Sheng's body moved with his palms. His movements were not extremely fast, but his palms were like knives and axes, creating gusts of wind wherever they passed.

Ren Yingying was powerless to retaliate, only able to dodge. However, her proud nature and the unfavorable situation emboldened her, making her even more ruthless. Her clothes and hair fluttered, her body moved with incredible agility, like a windmill, as she relentlessly attacked Master Fang Sheng. However, Master Fang Sheng possessed formidable internal energy, and Ren Yingying was already injured; even the residual force of his palm strikes caused her blood and qi to surge.

As the fight reached its climax, Master Fang Sheng turned to Ren Yingying's left and suddenly pressed his palm against her shoulder.

Ren Yingying hurriedly dodged, but felt a tightness in her chest and blurred vision. She almost vomited blood, staggered back several steps, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Master Fang hesitated for a moment, and with a wave of his hand, he was about to strike her pressure points when Linghu Chong shouted, "Master, please forgive me!"

With a flick of his wrist, the longsword pointed directly at Master Fang Sheng's wrist.

Master Fang flicked his wrist, sending the sword flying with incredible speed.
Unexpectedly, Linghu Chong twisted his body and drew his sword, striking with unparalleled skill and precision. Master Fang Sheng was moved and exclaimed, "The Nine Swords of Dugu!"

Seeing that the old woman had killed a Shaolin Temple disciple, Linghu Chong knew that if she were captured and taken to the temple, she would either lose her life or have her martial arts skills crippled.

Thinking of how good she had been to him, he knew he couldn't let her do it, so he immediately unleashed the "Nine Swords of Dugu".

The "Nine Swords of Dugu" is based on all sword techniques in the world, so every move has its own set of moves, which is why Master Fang Sheng recognized it.

Linghu Chong didn't reply. He knew he had no internal energy. If he gave his opponent even the slightest opening, they would attack with their internal energy and he would be killed instantly. His mother would also capture him and take him back to Shaolin Temple to be executed. So he thrust his long sword up and down, using all the sword techniques taught by Feng Qingyang.

The "Nine Swords of Dugu" is unparalleled throughout history and is extremely exquisite. Even though Linghu Chong's skill was not profound, Master Fang Sheng was forced to retreat continuously by it.

Linghu Chong, with a clear mind, freely used all the profound variations of the "Nine Swords of Dugu," but he was ultimately powerless, and his arms grew weaker the more he fought.

Master Fang Sheng shouted, "Withdraw your sword!" With his left hand, he suddenly thrust out with a surprise attack, swiftly striking Linghu Chong's "Qimen" acupoint, while his right hand struck towards Linghu Chong's chest.

Linghu Chong was already sweating profusely from exhaustion when he suddenly noticed a slight opening in the left chest. Without thinking, he thrust his arm forward and stabbed.

Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind rushing down his ribs, pressing against his body, and a hand pressed down on his chest.

But Linghu Chong's longsword also pierced the opponent's chest.

If Master Fang Sheng had intended to harm Linghu Chong, he could have easily sent him flying with a single palm strike.

No matter what, the sword could not pierce him, but he recognized it as the "Nine Swords of Dugu". Seeing Feng Qingyang's face, he did not exert any force, which allowed Linghu Chong's sword to touch him.

Linghu Chong's original intention was to defeat the high monk, and he had no intention of hurting him. When he felt his longsword pierce him, he immediately pulled it back. In the force of this pull, he staggered and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Master Fang Sheng exclaimed, "What excellent swordsmanship! I never imagined that Senior Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship still has a successor."

Linghu Chong said, "Master, I apologize for my rudeness."

Master Fang said, "You are suffering from internal injuries, you must not exert too much force. What is your relationship with this woman that you would risk your life like this?"

Linghu Chong said, "This woman has been kind to me, and I should repay her even at the cost of my life. Master has also been kind to me, and if I survive, I should repay her kindness even if it means repaying a debt of gratitude!"

Master Fang Sheng was speechless and could only sigh deeply, saying, "I received great kindness from Senior Feng in the past, but today's matter... I cannot make a decision on my own." He reached into his monk's robe and pulled out a paper packet, opened it, and found two pills the size of longans inside. He said, "These are healing medicines from Shaolin Temple. Take one." After a slight hesitation, he added, "Give one to that woman as well."

With hands clasped together, he began chanting the Rebirth Mantra over the corpses.

Lan Fenghuang stood above, stunned. She hadn't expected Yun Changkong to guess correctly again. She murmured, "Brother, are you really a god?"

Yun Changkong also got playful and said with a grin, "I wouldn't call myself a god, I've just lived a long time and seen a lot!"

Lan Fenghuang smiled and asked, "How long have you lived?"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "Would you believe me if I said that the previous abbots and head monks of Shaolin Temple had invited me to visit Shaolin Temple?"

"Previous generation?" Lan Fenghuang asked, "How far back?"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "More than a hundred years ago!"

"Nonsense!" Lan Fenghuang rolled her eyes at him, clearly not believing him at all.

Linghu Chong, however, insisted on not taking the medicine, saying that he was going to die anyway and there was no need to waste it.

Ren Yingying said sternly, "Old monk, although I am defeated, I am not convinced and would like to learn from you again next time. Linghu Chong, our fate ends here. From now on, we will go our separate ways and no one will recognize the other!"

Seeing the oddity in her words, Linghu Chong blurted out, "Why?"

Lan Fenghuang looked at Yun Changkong, also asking, "Yes, why?"
Yun Changkong also wanted to ask, why!
Then Ren Yingying said, "I am a heretic, while you are a disciple of a prestigious sect. I have made myself a laughingstock by countless people in order to save your life."

Yun Changkong said Shaolin Temple can save your life, and the old monk also said Feng Qingyang had been kind to him. If you really don't want that madman to laugh at me, then you'd better live well!

Linghu Chong asked, "Which madman is laughing at you?"

Ren Yingying's gaze shifted, and she pointed to a large tree, shouting, "That's him!"

Linghu Chong turned to look, but there was no movement behind the tree. Just as he was wondering about it, he suddenly heard a "heh" laugh, and a person slowly emerged from behind the tree.

Upon recognizing the newcomer, Linghu Chong exclaimed, "Hero Yun!"

Yun Changkong smiled at Ren Yingying and said, "You do have some skills. Even when you're seriously injured, you still knew I was coming. Tsk tsk, impressive!"

Ren Yingying said in a trembling voice, "Phoenix, take me away!"

Lan Fenghuang knew that Ren Yingying was strong-willed and did not want others to see her vulnerable side, so she stopped and flew down in front of Ren Yingying, took her arm and ran into the dense forest.

Linghu Chong blurted out, "Here are some pills, take one first."

Lan Fenghuang ignored her and, with Ren Yingying, drifted into the bushes like the wind.

After reciting the Rebirth Mantra, Master Fang Sheng exhaled and slowly said, "Young Master Linghu, the successor of the Dugu Nine Swords is definitely not a demon or evil being, and should not have died a violent death. However, your internal injury is very strange and cannot be cured by medicine. You must cultivate profound internal skills to save your life."

In my humble opinion, you should come with me to Shaolin Temple, where I will earnestly request the abbot to impart to you the supreme internal energy cultivation method of the Shaolin School. This should be able to heal your internal injuries.”

He coughed a few times and then said, "The cultivation of this internal skill depends on fate, but I am not destined for it. My senior brother, the head of the Shaolin Sect, is magnanimous and may be able to pass on this mental technique to you!"

Upon hearing this, Monk Jueyue figured Linghu Chong would be overjoyed, or at least extremely excited. After all, Shaolin Temple's supreme internal energy cultivation was the highest level of internal energy cultivation in the martial arts world—who wouldn't yearn for it?

But Linghu Chong shook his head and said, "This boy is dull and unruly, just a discarded disciple of the Huashan Sect. If he were to learn your sect's divine skills, he would only add to your worries."

Master Fang Sheng said, "The Buddhist community is vast. Even the most heinous criminals are welcome to join as long as they have a repentant heart. Besides, you are still young. Which sect or school hasn't produced some unworthy disciples? As long as you can truly repent, you have a long road ahead of you!"

Linghu Chong looked up at the drifting clouds in the sky and said with a bitter smile, "But I am ashen and withered, all alone, with nothing to live for and nothing to die for. Such a life is not necessarily a bad thing for me!"

Linghu Chong had a very good impression of Ren Yingying, finding her gentle and kind to him, and even more beautiful than his junior sister. This caused him to turn against his sect. He never expected her to say that they would not recognize each other in the future, which made him resentful again.

He also knew that if he sought refuge under the Shaolin School, he would not only learn the miraculous internal skills that would save his life, but also, with the prestige of Master Fangzheng of the Shaolin School, who would dare to cause trouble for him?

But it also stirred a stubborn spirit within him, making him think: "What kind of hero is it if a man cannot stand on his own two feet between heaven and earth and shamelessly seeks refuge with another sect for survival? My master doesn't want me and has expelled me from the Huashan Sect, so what if I go my own way?"

Thinking of this, Yan felt his blood boil and his mouth go dry. He wanted nothing more than to drink dozens of bowls of strong liquor. He put aside all thoughts of life and death and sects. In an instant, even Yue Lingshan, whom he had always thought of, became like a stranger to him.

Master Fang Sheng admired him for not taking matters of life and death to heart.

Upon hearing this, Yun Changkong said, "Brother Linghu, I always thought you were a carefree person, but who knew you were such an ungrateful wretch!"

Linghu Chong asked, "What makes you say that?"

Yun Changkong said, "You're the kind of person who acts on a whim, only caring about your own pleasure and never considering others."

You used to think that you and your junior sister were childhood sweethearts, but because of Lin Pingzhi, she became increasingly indifferent to you, and you didn't want to live anymore.

But now there is a woman who is willing to sacrifice her dignity and connections for you, just so you can live. She is clearly devoted to you, but you still can't forget your junior sister.

Then tell me, how cruel were you to that woman?

Will she also become like you, constantly disheartened and saying she doesn't want to live anymore?

There was a rustling sound behind her, and Ren Yingying's voice came from the bushes, saying, "Who are you calling Yun?"

"I'm talking about you!" Yun Changkong sneered, "You two are both hypocrites. Linghu Chong says he loves Yue Lingshan to death one minute, and then he can forget her the next. He falls for other women, then stirs their hearts, and then can't forget Yue Lingshan again."

As for you, you're even better at hiding it! But since you're a woman, I won't say anything about your shyness.

Linghu Chong, let me give you some advice from someone who's been there: In matters of love, don't always wallow in self-pity after giving your all, and don't go around asking why with tears in your eyes.

Because in the world of emotions, the more you give, the more love you will receive. On the contrary, you will experience the cruelty of reality more acutely.

This is the truth, this is the facts!
Halfway through life, it all seems like a dream; only upon waking do we realize the truth of all things. How many unions of devoted men and women are nothing more than a compromise! (End of Chapter)