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

Yun Changkong reached for the wine pot, intending to pour wine, but Ren Yingying took the pot from him. Yun Changkong couldn't bear to go against her wishes, so he had to let go.

Ren Yingying poured him a glass of wine, which Yun Changkong drank in one gulp. He laughed and said, "Wine is a wonderful thing. Even if it's the same wine, poured from the same pot, it will taste different depending on who pours it."

Zuo Lengchan smiled slightly: "Brother Yun's words are insightful. There is probably no one else in the world who can make Miss Ren personally pour wine. He is naturally extraordinary."

Ren Yingying spat, "They are all important figures in the martial arts world, yet they can't utter anything decent."

She smiled radiantly, her eyebrows raised high, clearly pleased with herself.

Yun Changkong smiled slightly and said, "Actually, I'm not asking Brother Zuo for anything, just a favor. I only hope that you will stop targeting the Hengshan Sect."

Upon hearing this, Zuo Lengchan was both disappointed and delighted, because the condition seemed to be no condition at all. He said, "Brother Yun, if this is the case, it couldn't be simpler."

To be frank, I knew after the incident in Hengshan City that you treated the young nun Yilin of the Hengshan Sect differently from others. Is it just human nature to love someone because of them?

That's why they publicized your affair with her so widely. In doing so, the Hengshan Sect, for the sake of its reputation, might very well force you to return to secular life.

Ren Yingying sneered, "Hero Yun, you should thank you properly. The Left Sect Leader is so understanding; he's one of a kind in the world!"

Zuo Lengchan smiled slightly and said, "In my entire life, I have never been so tolerant. There is no other way."

Yun Changkong said, "What I'm saying is that whether it's your Songshan Sect or the unorthodox masters you've recruited, things like the ambush of the Huashan Sect at the Medicine King Temple should never be done to them. Or rather, I, Yun Changkong, only care about a few people and a few things. If they suffer any losses, I'll have no choice but to come to you, and I'll use the same methods you used today, without necessarily being cunning."

Zuo Lengchan frowned, his two cold, lightning-like eyes piercing Yun Changkong as he said, "Brother Yun, aren't you going a bit too far with your words?"

Yun Changkong smiled calmly and asked, "Brother Zuo, which force is the strongest in the martial arts world?"

Zuo Lengchan said, "The evil sects are naturally led by the Demonic Sect, while among the orthodox sects, Shaolin, Wudang, and the Beggars' Sect have the greatest influence."

Yun Changkong said, "You say you want the Five Mountains Alliance to stand alongside Shaolin and Wudang, but what makes you think you can do that? Even if you do merge the two, can you really achieve it?"

Zuo Lengchan smiled calmly and said, "Although Shaolin Temple is powerful, with twenty or thirty first-class masters, these monks talk about compassion every day. They are clearly afraid that the power of my Songshan Sect will increase and threaten them, who are on the same mountain. Yet they protect themselves and claim that in order to avoid a catastrophe in the martial arts world, they can only rely on others."

Hmph, so hypocritical. Given the right opportunity, it would be no difficult to severely damage their strength.

As for the Wudang Sect, it has an empty reputation, claiming to be the second largest sect in the world. In reality, their Tai Chi Chuan and swordplay are not particularly remarkable skills; they can only fool the ignorant masses and are not worth mentioning! If it weren't for their close relationship with the royal family, what would they be?

Zuo Lengchan raised his face and sneered, "As for the Beggars' Sect? What kind of number one sect is that? They're even more despicable."
A motley crew of old and young, rich and poor, constantly fighting amongst themselves—though numerous, they are utterly vulnerable. How could they possibly compare to the united strength of my Songshan Sect?

Ren Yingying was taken aback for a moment, thinking to herself, "What arrogance!"

Yun Changkong thought to himself, "Zuo Lengchan is arrogant and domineering, and he doesn't even respect Shaolin Temple, Wudang, or the Beggar Clan. No wonder he was defeated by Yue Buqun. You think the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual is yours for the taking, and that everything will be fine once you defeat me. What a pity!"

He slowly said, "Sect Leader Zuo is a man of great talent and ambition, and his words are certainly insightful. If the Five Mountains Alliance were to be united, and you were to become the sect leader, you could gather together the sword techniques and internal energy cultivation methods of Mount Hua, Mount Tai, Mount Heng (South), and Mount Heng (North). I wonder how many people you could recruit with that. Shaolin, Wudang, and the Beggar Clan would naturally be no match for you. So tell me, shouldn't I ask you for a promise before things are settled?"

Zuo Lengchan said coldly, "Aren't you afraid that I'll agree now and then go back on my word?"

Yun Changkong shook his hand and said, "Brother Zuo, do you know why I've always been so lenient with you?"

Zuo Lengchan's eyes flashed with a divine light, and he thought to himself, "You are going to kill three of my junior brothers and ruin many of my skilled men. Do you expect me to leave you any room for maneuver?"

Little did he know that the former Yun Changkong was extremely ruthless, showing no mercy when he did strike, and would kill without hesitation if he could exterminate the enemy. He was not the type to stop after killing a few heads.

Zuo Lengchan coldly replied, "I would like to ask for your guidance!"

Yun Changkong said, "Although you are a villain who acts ruthlessly for the sake of hegemony, you have a certain style and demeanor that are far beyond those hypocrites who would use their children as pawns and abandon their wives for their own selfish desires."

Furthermore, the martial arts foundation of the Songshan Sect is inferior to that of Shaolin, Wudang, and the Beggars' Sect, yet you are able to rival the leaders of Shaolin and Wudang, and the Beggars' Sect leader is even less of a concern for you. What is the secret to this? Is it not your exceptional talent, but also your relentless pursuit of excellence and your unwillingness to settle for mediocrity? This is truly exceptional!

As Yun Changkong spoke, Zuo Lengchan nodded with a smile, feeling that he understood the sentiments perfectly.

Ren Yingying looked at Zuo Lengchan's expression and felt inexplicably strange. She thought to herself, "You are a grandmaster of a school of martial arts, and you react like this just because someone said that?"

In fact, she also felt that Yun Changkong made sense. The Shaolin Temple's Yi Jin Jing and Seventy-Two Arts have been famous for thousands of years. Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang School is an unparalleled martial arts grandmaster. The Beggars' Clan has been the number one clan in the world since the Tang Dynasty. Their "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" and "Dog-Beating Stick Technique" once shook the martial arts world.

Yet, despite the accumulation of knowledge and skills passed down through generations, Zuo Lengchan managed to surpass it, demonstrating his unparalleled ability and perseverance.

Yun Changkong had roamed the world for many years and met countless heroes and figures. Whether they were high-ranking officials in the imperial court or powerful figures in the martial arts world, they all enjoyed being flattered, even if they pretended not to care.

Just like how women like to be complimented on their beauty.

Yun Changkong continued, "Therefore, as long as you, the Left Sect Leader, agree, I will not consider any words of reneging, unless I die."

Zuo Lengchan pondered for a long time, then sighed and said, "Alright, if we were to fight each other to the death over some trivial matters that I am capable of handling, it would be making a mountain out of a molehill."

As long as the Hengshan Sect doesn't allow the Five Mountains Alliance to merge into the Three Mountains Alliance or the Four Mountains Alliance, I guarantee with my integrity that I will never make things difficult for them. Furthermore, the methods I used to deal with hypocrites will certainly not be applied to the nuns of the Hengshan Sect!

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "Brother Zuo, why don't you discuss it with your companions before giving a reply?"

Zuo Lengchan felt a slight displeasure and said, "As long as Brother Yun can keep his promise, no one dares to disobey me. Why do we need to discuss it?"

Yun Changkong laughed heartily: "Since that's the case, I'm willing to do my best to persuade the Hengshan Sect to agree to the merger. If that fails, Brother Zuo can use your methods again, and I will absolutely not interfere!"

Zuo Lengchan stretched out his hand: "A husband's word!"

Yun Changkong said, "A swift horse, a whip!" He reached out and slapped Zuo Lengchan's palm. Then, with a flick of his wrist, Zuo Lengchan struck again.

These three claps are a vow-making ceremony. If one breaks their promise, they will be despised by others. Not only that, but for martial arts masters like them, their mental state will be damaged, inner demons will grow, and their martial arts will be difficult to improve.

Therefore, even evil people will not break their promises, and they pride themselves on this.

Zuo Lengchan poured another glass of wine and said, "Please!"

He drank it all in one gulp, then leaped out of the courtyard, scrambled onto the roof, and flew away.

Ren Yingying followed closely behind, leaping onto the roof. But Zuo Lengchan vanished like a gust of wind in the blink of an eye.

Ren Yingying looked for a while, then turned and went down from the roof. She walked towards Yun Changkong and said reproachfully, "For that little nun, you're just going to give up so easily?"

Seeing her slight frown and dimples, Yun Changkong was captivated by her charming appearance. Beautiful women are naturally prone to both joy and anger, and it was even more rare to see Ren Yingying speak with such a tone. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Zuo Lengchan is shrewd and calculating. He must have been preparing for this move long ago."

Ren Yingying's face flushed, and she said, "Was it because of what you did to me just now? He's already here."

Yun Changkong smiled and asked, "What do you mean?"

Ren Yingying punched him, saying angrily and shamefully, "What do you mean? If word gets out, how will I ever be able to face anyone?"

Yun Changkong said, "Isn't it because you're too beautiful? If you hadn't taken off your male disguise, how could I have lost control? I almost died at your hands!"

Ren Yingying was both ashamed and angry, and remained silent.

Yun Changkong also remained silent for a while. No wonder he had been about to engage in sexual relations earlier. He felt a sense of unease. If he were to actually have marital relations with Ren Yingying, he would surely be enjoying himself to the point of ecstasy. That was why Zuo Lengchan had thought the same thing at that time, and a murderous intent arose in his heart. He had just sensed it.

Ren Yingying sighed softly, "You've really pushed Zuo Lengchan to his limits. Even someone of his status..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her hand suddenly tightened. Yun Changkong had already carried her up to a big tree. Several dark figures flashed and disappeared on the roof, but each one was swift and agile, clearly a master.

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "How about that? Didn't I almost lose my life because of you?"

Ren Yingying blushed and said, "It's nothing. If Zuo Lengchan and his subordinates come at you together, you can easily defeat them."

Yun Changkong said, "You really believe me? Zuo Lengchan is also a top expert, and his junior brothers are all highly skilled. If they all rush in, we can easily retreat unscathed. But if we want to gain any advantage, that's another story. Besides, if they make their move, it will be when we're undressing. Do you think we have a chance of winning then?"

Actually, the reasons he gave were secondary. The biggest reason was his chivalrous nature. He thought of Ren Yingying, who was so proud. If she broke off relations with Zuo Lengchan and let anyone escape, his affair with Ren Yingying would inevitably become a scandalous affair.

This woman is so shy, she would most likely commit suicide in anger, so why bother? Of course, it's inconvenient for her to tell Ren Yingying about such thoughts.

Ren Yingying naturally understood that if she and Yun Changkong were naked and Zuo Lengchan suddenly attacked, no matter how high Yun Changkong's martial arts were, he would not have time to put on clothes. Then his junior brothers would rush up, and Yun Changkong, with his thick skin, might be fine, but she would definitely be so ashamed and angry that she might not even want to live anymore. Naturally, she would have no chance of winning.

"Nonsense," Ren Yingying said in a muffled voice, "I would never do that to you. If you dare to force me, I'll bite my tongue and kill myself. Besides, nothing happened just now, so why didn't you fight him?"

Yun Changkong said, "In the end, Zuo Lengchan is using you. His desire to find an opportunity to deal with me is only a minor reason. Most likely, he is afraid that I will ruin his ultimate goal of seizing the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual in Fuzhou. I also want to see how this struggle will change."

He knew full well that in the original story, Zuo Lengchan had Lao Denuo as an inside agent to monitor Yue Buqun's every move. Now that Lao Denuo was dead, Zuo Lengchan would inevitably take action himself to ensure everything went smoothly. So, his struggle against Yue Buqun was quite interesting.

Why should he fight with Zuo Lengchan to do good for Yue Buqun, a hypocrite who uses his daughter and abandons his wife?
"The Evil-Repelling Sword Manual!" Ren Yingying nodded slightly: "I see!" A thought flashed through her mind and she said: "Aren't you all-knowing? What kind of sword technique is the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual that has made figures like Yu Canghai, Mu Gaofeng, Yue Buqun, and Zuo Lengchan flock to it?"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "Then don't ask anymore, otherwise it will inevitably damage your reputation, Miss Ren, and you will find it difficult to face people in the future!"

Ren Yingying was extremely indignant. Did she still have any reputation left? She pouted her cherry lips and sneered, "I bet you just didn't know. I found out, so you're shifting all the blame onto me!" Yun Changkong laughed loudly, "I'm not falling for your provocation. You should find somewhere else to stay!"

Ren Yingying knew her whereabouts had been exposed and she couldn't stay any longer, so she asked, "Are you coming with me?" Realizing the implication, she quickly added, "I meant, are you coming with me...?"

"I mean..."

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "Alright, alright, I understand what you mean. I need to make sure you find a safe place to settle down and that no one follows you."

Ren Yingying couldn't help but smile and scoffed, "Who cares?"

Yun Changkong naturally didn't argue with her. He watched as she put on men's clothing and a beard. The two of them settled down at a secluded inn in the west of the city. This time, Yun Changkong was extremely cautious. He searched the surroundings before returning to his room.

He had been looking after the Hengshan Sect for the past few days and was extremely exhausted, so he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Ren Yingying was very clean, so she took a bath before going to sleep. However, she had a nightmare halfway through her sleep. In the dream, Dongfang Bubai said that the Three Corpse Brain God Pill he had made for her was unique, and the medicine was different from others. The prescription was destroyed, and she herself became a crazy person with a disfigured face. She woke up suddenly, covered in sweat.

Ren Yingying was trembling and her mind was in turmoil. She sat there blankly for a long time.

Yun Changkong slept soundly until dawn. After washing up, he went to find Ren Yingying for breakfast. He knocked lightly twice on her door and called out from outside, "Get up, the sun's already high in the sky!"

There was no response from inside the room. Yun Changkong wondered to himself and called out again, but to no avail. He then focused his energy and asked, "You're inside, why aren't you saying anything?"

There was breathing inside, but no one was speaking. Yun Changkong didn't care about anything else and pushed the door open.

Ren Yingying sat in front of the dressing table, her cheek resting on her hand, seemingly lost in thought. Her beautiful face in the mirror was filled with worry, and her eyes were red.

Yun Changkong walked over gently and said softly, "You've been crying again? What's bothering you? Tell me!"

Ren Yingying gently shook her head: "It's nothing!"

Yun Changkong placed his hands on her soft shoulders, turned her body around, and asked, "Even in this state, you're still saying nothing? Is there anything between us that we can't talk about?"

Ren Yingying spat in a low voice, "What kind of relationship do we have? You don't tell me things, so why should I tell you?"

Yun Changkong reached out and grabbed her hand, saying, "Since you drank Zuo Lengchan's wine before me last night, it's clear how much you care for me. Are you going to continue deceiving yourself?"

Ren Yingying's face flushed as she said, "I was afraid that Zuo Lengchan would use despicable means against you, making it impossible for you to deal with Dongfang Bubai. This was mostly for my father's great cause and my own life. Don't overthink it."

"Mostly?" Yun Changkong clapped his hands and sighed, "Then a small portion of them still like me, so my frivolous, shameless, and heartless nature isn't wasted."

Ren Yingying was secretly pleased, but said coldly, "Hmph, you're really shameless. I don't think even the city wall can compare to you!"

"Nonsense!" Yun Changkong said, feigning anger. "I'm very thin-skinned. If you don't believe me, feel it." As he spoke, he rubbed Ren Yingying's fair and delicate hands, as smooth as jade and as soft as satin, against his face.

Ren Yingying held her breath, her lips trembling for a while before she finally spoke in a very low voice, "Yun Changkong, I have a vague premonition that I am going to die!"

Yun Changkong removed her hand and said seriously, "No, the Dragon Boat Festival is still almost a month away. After I finish dealing with the Hengshan Sect, I will go to Blackwood Cliff with you. If I really can't defeat Dongfang Bubai, believe me, I will definitely get you the antidote for the Three Corpse Brain God Pill. I will not hesitate to use any despicable means."

Ren Yingying smiled and whispered, "What if Dongfang Bubai himself doesn't know the prescription?"

Yun Changkong was shocked: "How is this possible?"

Ren Yingying nodded and said, "It's very possible. Although the Three Corpse Brain God Pill is a kind of medicine, there are many ways to prepare it. So the medicine my father prepared is different from Dongfang Bubai's. The prescriptions of some elders of the Divine Sect may also be different from mine. What if Dongfang Bubai destroyed the prescription in order to prepare medicine for me?"
After all, he had made a huge decision to feed me the medicine; how could he possibly fail?

Upon hearing this, Yun Changkong felt a pang of sorrow. He remembered that Ren Yingying had never taken the Three Corpse Brain God Pill in the original story, but now she had. He had thought that in the original story, Ren Woxing and Linghu Chong had captured Yang Lianting, and by forcing him, they should be able to obtain the antidote. But now, if Dongfang Bubai were to come down Blackwood Cliff and challenge him to a duel at Gorilla Beach, he would certainly not be alone. Could he still capture Yang Lianting? Perhaps no one knew.

Yun Changkong said in a hoarse voice, "It's all because of me that you've suffered like this, I..."

Ren Yingying felt a surge of heat in her chest, unable to contain her emotions. She leaned her head against his chest and said, "Actually, I'm not afraid of death. I've been through countless deaths in the martial world, and I'll inevitably meet a bad end sooner or later. But after hearing what you said, I really want to see you come to pick me up on a colorful cloud. I wonder how beautiful it will be. I really look forward to it."

Yun Chang exclaimed inwardly, "How did this happen to me just for borrowing a line from Stephen Chow? I'm not the Monkey King, how can this be explained away?"

Ren Yingying murmured, "Chang Kong, do you like me? Do you want me?"

Yun Changkong's mind was wandering. Normally, Yun Changkong could easily say the right thing to say, and he was absolutely confident in that!

When it comes to charming women, who else can do it better than me?
Absolutely unparalleled in the world!

But this time, Yun Changkong found himself nervous, a kind of inexplicable nervousness.

That's a difficult question to answer.

Do you like it? Yes! Do you want me? Yes!

In this era that values ​​reputation, this is not affection at all; it's a form of manipulation.

Do you like it? If not, then it's over.

Do you like it? Yes! Do you want me? No!
This is a statement against one's conscience. Whether Yun Changkong likes Ren Yingying or not, he may have to make a careful judgment. His base desire for her body is an objective fact that cannot be denied.

Ren Yingying tilted her head slightly and asked, "Is it difficult to answer?"

Yun Changkong nodded and said, "Yes, no matter how I answer, it seems unfair to you!"

Ren Yingying smiled gently: "I'm glad you said that. Come with me for a walk, let's see what Fuzhou is like!"

"it is good!"

Ren Yingying changed into men's clothing.

Everyone knows she has stunning looks, but she also has a remarkable figure and a unique charm, which is different from Zhao Min's bright and flamboyant beauty, which combines heroism, nobility and boldness.

Ren Yingying possesses a dignified and generous demeanor, a shy and quiet temperament, and the elegance of an intellectual woman. She is always shy when she sees her beloved, but her indifference towards others and her domineering decisiveness are dazzling and awe-inspiring.

Dressed in men's clothing and without a beard, Yun Changkong couldn't help but sigh that some men would probably "turn gay" if they met him.

A woman dresses up for the one she loves. Ren Yingying was extremely pleased with the admiration and praise in Yun Changkong's eyes. With Yun Changkong by her side, she no longer needed to put on a beard or stuff a cloth to hide her figure.

The two walked along the streets of Fuzhou, where vendors and peddlers called out their wares, and the aroma of various foods wafted through the air: scallion pancakes, candied hawthorns, spring rolls, fried buns, water chestnut cakes...

Ren Yingying kept clamoring to buy food, and Yun Changkong smiled, thinking to himself, "So she's a little foodie who's not even twenty years old!"

The two walked and stopped frequently, and Ren Yingying wanted to buy a string of candied hawthorns.

Just then, a tall, thin young man with a rectangular face, sword-like eyebrows, and thin lips staggered past the two of them, a strong smell of alcohol hitting them directly.

Yun Changkong and Ren Yingying turned their heads at the same time and saw that it was Linghu Chong.

His eyes were fixed on the sky, and he seemed like a lone soul in the crowd, as if he saw nothing. The two exchanged a glance.

Yun Changkong sighed inwardly, "It seems this kid still can't make a decision."

He guessed correctly. Last night, Linghu Chong sneaked into the Fuwei Escort Agency, wanting to catch a glimpse of his master and mistress, but he encountered Yue Lingshan climbing over the wall to escape in the middle of the night, so he followed her. As a result, he was dealt another devastating blow, and the heart-wrenching feeling almost made Linghu Chong die of pain.

After the Huashan Sect arrived in Fuzhou, Lin Pingzhi practiced martial arts during the day and accompanied Yue Lingshan. Every night, he would search for the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual at the old house in Xiangyang Lane, and Yue Lingshan would accompany him in the search.

In the original story, Lin Pingzhi searched for several months without any results. Just when he had a clue, the Songshan Sect beat him to it. It was Linghu Chong who snatched back the sword manual, which later fell into Yue Buqun's hands and eventually ended up in Lin Pingzhi's possession.

This time, Linghu Chong arrived early, so he didn't find the sword manual, and ended up overhearing a whole bunch of sweet nothings between Lin Pingzhi and Yue Lingshan. In the crowded restaurant, the two were somewhat reserved and didn't speak so openly, but at the Lin family's old residence, well, you could imagine the feeling.

Linghu Chong watched as Lin Pingzhi and Yue Lingshan returned to the escort agency, then immediately bought some wine and started drinking.

He met Yue Lingshan and they grew up together. When he was fifteen or sixteen, he accompanied Yue Lingshan, who was eight or nine, to catch crickets. On the Cliff of Contemplation, Yue Lingshan brought him food and said that she liked him calling her "good sister!" He couldn't help but laugh out loud with joy. His laughter was full of "I am so happy, I am so happy!"

Thinking back on the past, a pang of pain shot through his heart. At that moment, he was certain that his love for Yue Lingshan was too deep, and he really wanted to snatch his junior sister away.

But this "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual" is of great importance to him. He was taught by his Uncle Feng and learned the wondrous sword techniques of the Dugu Nine Swords. Everyone in the Huashan Sect thought that he had swallowed the "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual," even his junior sister thought so. Before Lin Pingzhi could find the sword manual and clear his name, he just left like this. His junior sister would definitely think that he had a guilty conscience.

Thinking of this, Linghu Chong felt an indescribable resentment in his chest. He thought, "Brother Xiang and Master Fang can tell at a glance that my swordsmanship is the Dugu Nine Swords. My master is familiar with the swordsmanship of many schools. Could it be that he really doesn't recognize the Dugu Nine Swords?"
Besides, Junior Brother Lin and Junior Sister are ultimately in love. Even if I were to take her away, destroying this relationship with my own hands wouldn't necessarily be a disservice to someone else, would it?

Linghu Chong is, after all, Linghu Chong. He cannot hurt others for his own sake. His mind is filled with mixed thoughts, so when someone suddenly takes his money bag, he seems completely unaware.

Yun Changkong and Ren Yingying witnessed everything. Yun Changkong put his hand to his mouth and shouted, "Catch the thief!" He was about to flick a candied hawthorn at the man.

Then a crisp shout rang out: "Where are you going?"

Yun Changkong frowned. Ren Yingying turned her head and saw a beautiful woman with a graceful figure leap several feet away, landing in the man's path and shouting, "Hand over the money pouch!" (End of Chapter)