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

Chapter 62 Smashing Your Own Stone

The middle-aged scholar saw that Chang Kong's eyes had dimmed and his imposing aura had diminished, and that his sword was pointed downwards, seemingly without any hostility. In reality, however, with a slight twitch of his foot and a slight flick of his wrist, he unleashed a deadly attack aimed at disemboweling Chang Kong.

He immediately stopped a few feet away from Yun Changkong, closed his folding fan, and laughed loudly: "Your mastery of the pure Quanzhen sword technique has nothing to do with the Nine Yin or Nine Yang techniques. I am not an ignorant person like Mei Shijian, so why would I have any covetous thoughts?"

He spoke with great force, and his words carried far and wide, reaching everyone on the riverbank and the ships, leaving no time for thought.

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "Are you so sure?"

"Indeed!" The scholar smiled gently, his gaze leisurely, and said, "Fortunately, you were able to display your skills in the face of such an ambush by the Sky Eagle Sect. I happen to recognize a few moves of the Quanzhen Sword Technique."

Yun Changkong had long suspected that this group of people was clearly not aligned with Mei Shijian of the Wushan Gang. Mei Shijian first tried to get close to him, and then when he threatened to fight, his men used a poisonous substance.

The latter weapon contained only highly potent poisons that could kill upon contact with blood; it was deadly. Who could be certain they were carrying a martial arts manual?

Talking about the Nine Yin Manual is just a way to justify one's actions and conceal one's true purpose.

Yun Changkong pretended not to know and asked him about the Nine Yin and Nine Yang, merely to test the person who came. When he heard that it was the Heavenly Eagle Sect, he was not surprised.

Seeing that the scholar's words and actions clearly demonstrated the demeanor of an expert, he said, "There are few people in the world with such insight. May I ask your esteemed name?"

The scholar cupped his hands and said, "My surname is Xianyu, and I am honored to be in charge of the Huashan sect."

Yun Changkong responded with a start, and the people on the shore were quite surprised. It turned out that he was the Huashan Sect Leader, who was known as "Divine Strategist". They all realized: "That's right. With Yun Changkong in such a situation, he must have shown all his skills. If the Huashan Sect Leader said it was Quanzhen martial arts, then it must be."

Yun Changkong took a few steps back, smiled slightly, and said, "No wonder they say rumors stop with the wise. It is truly an honor to meet Sect Leader Xianyu."

Having the Huashan Sect Leader speak was far more useful than his own explanation, but he knew that this guy, despite his seemingly scholarly demeanor, was actually a "treacherous, ruthless, and morally corrupt" hypocrite.

He had reason to believe that Yue Buqun had learned from this person.

Xianyu Tong possessed a strange poison, the name of which he couldn't recall, but it seemed to be some kind of Gu poison, extremely potent, even Zhang Wuji was very wary of it. Now that his true energy was no longer at its peak, it would always be good for him to retreat a few steps and create some distance.

However, Yun Changkong's retreat put Xianyu Tong in a very awkward position.

He knew that the world of martial arts was treacherous, and that an experienced person should be cautious at all times. However, he revealed his identity precisely to impress Yun Changkong.

I thought he would be excited and try to get close to me, but this result was completely unexpected.

Xianyu Tongcheng was extremely shrewd and intelligent, never revealing his emotions. He remained gentle and refined, saying, "Having heard of Young Hero Yun's esteemed name, I have long wished to learn more from Brother Yun."

"What I've seen today is truly eye-opening. However, the actions of Tianwei Hall not only disgrace the Tianying Sect and shame Yin Tianzheng, but also make our entire martial arts community ashamed."

Yun Changkong thought to himself, "Although this person is not a good person, he is the leader of a prestigious sect. He would not speak carelessly in public. Even if he wanted to do something to me, he wouldn't dare to make a move now. I should use him to find out more about him before making any decisions." He then asked, "How can Sect Leader Xianyu be so sure that this person is from the Heavenly Eagle Sect?"

Xianyu Tong lightly waved his folding fan: "I am honored by the esteemed fellow martial artists who bestowed upon me the title of 'Divine Strategist.' Although I dare not say that I truly deserve the title, it is not an empty name either."

Given Young Hero Yun's victory over the Right Envoy of the Demonic Sect, even though the Eagle Sect revered Yin Bai Mei like a god, they knew that he had no chance of winning in a fair fight. That's why they instructed their members to be extra careful.

As he spoke, he pointed with his folding fan at the corpses around him: "These people were all under the command of Tianwei Hall, that is, Yin Susu's subordinates. The ones that were fired by the mechanism just now, if I am not mistaken, were the extremely poisonous mosquito needles."

Yun Changkong recalled, "Those poison needles were mosquito needles?" He immediately went forward to check on some people, and saw that their faces were all black.

With a flick of his longsword, he sliced ​​open the clothes of several people and saw that the black spots on their bodies were extremely fine needle holes. He took out a magnet from his backpack, used his internal energy to press it against his skin, and with a ding, a fine needle jumped out and was attracted to the magnet.

It is indeed as fine as it gets.

Yun Changkong felt a chill in his heart. He hadn't had time to think much during the battle, but now he couldn't help but feel fear. If he had been hit by a needle, he wouldn't be alive today.

"This is the mosquito needle!" Xianyu Tong said coldly. "Back then, this demoness used it to injure the three heroes of Wudang. These rats of the Demonic Sect are either rocks in a latrine, smelly and hard, or rats in a burrow, hiding in dark places and attacking people with sneaky arrows!"
"Saying that Young Hero Yun possesses the Nine Yin and Nine Yang techniques and is having an affair with a Mongol princess is just a ploy to make the righteous martial arts world and the Yuan court hate you to the bone, so you can die and spare the Heavenly Eagle Sect!"

Yun Changkong suddenly realized: "Yes, that makes sense. No matter how much Zhao Min hates me, given her status, how could she let out the rumor that I like her and ruin her reputation for her sake!"
"If she wants to clear up these rumors, wouldn't she need my head? What a 'Right Envoy of Light,' she's treating me like the Abbess Miejue!"

Yun Changkong initially misinterpreted the rumors he heard, taking the Zhao Min from his past life's memories as the real Zhao Min and believing his own thoughts were correct. But now, after hearing Xianyu Tong's explanation, he understood the crucial point.

If Fan Yao can say that he had an affair with Abbess Miejue and fathered Zhou Zhiruo, how can he not say that he had an affair with Zhao Min?
As Yun Changkong thought of this, he remembered that someone had reminded him to be careful at the end, the voice was clear and childlike, like a girl's.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw the ship that the two burly men had invited him to board. There were many people of varying heights standing on that ship. Although he couldn't see their faces clearly, Yun Chang guessed that they must be Zhao Min.

Yun Changkong's mind raced. Zhao Min had saved Fan Yao, intending to use the power of the Ming Cult against him, but she never expected Fan Yao to be so wicked, thus putting herself in this vortex.

A Mongolian princess having an affair with a Han Chinese man like myself, isn't that a nice story?
Thinking of this, Yun Changkong burst into laughter, his voice like the long roar of an old dragon, lasting for a long time.

The laughter was filled with joy.

What does it mean to pick up a rock and drop it on your own foot?

This is!
Fan Yao's unorthodox and nonsensical talk is completely ignored.

Yun Changkong didn't really care. Martial arts manuals are something that any knowledgeable master would know at a glance. As for the bloodshed in the martial world caused by greed, which master hasn't experienced it?

A sex scandal is nothing compared to this.

As a man, what difference would it make if he said that all the women in the world had been intimate with him?

A romantic escapade is the standard for a great man!
Zhao Min, however, is different. As a young woman, she is deeply involved in this kind of public opinion, and she is the one who suffers the most!
Fan Yao had been an undercover agent for many years and knew Zhao Min inside and out, but Zhao Min knew nothing about Fan Yao. She wanted to use him, but he wanted to use her in return!

That's absolutely hilarious.

The little girl is still a bit lacking!
Seeing Yun Changkong's carefree laughter, Xianyu Tong became extremely nervous, wondering what tricks the other party was up to. He quickly took a step back. He thought to himself, "This man is not only highly skilled in martial arts and ruthless, but his composure also surpasses his martial arts. Why is he laughing now? Is he using laughter to mask his true intentions and actually planning to attack me?"

He wanted to escape, but his status prevented him from doing so. He could only focus on defense. He took another step back and asked, "Why is Young Hero Yun laughing?"

Yun Changkong sensed a hint of fear in his voice and thought, "This old codger hasn't shown any hostility and has even helped me. Even if I know he's not a good person, what right do I have to target him?"

On the distant three-story ship stood a young man dressed as a scholar.

He had long eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose, and red lips, which complemented his platter-like face, making him exceptionally handsome and dashing.

He had been watching Yun Changkong slaughter everyone, growing more and more astonished. Beads of sweat appeared on his upturned nose. He had warned Yun Changkong earlier when he saw someone attacking the dock, but now, seeing Yun Changkong laughing uncontrollably, he murmured, "What...what is he laughing at?"

An old man with a dark face said, "His laughter must be out of pleasure, but it's definitely not a good thing for us!"

The young master said, "Elder Lu, he killed hundreds of people from the Heavenly Eagle Sect this time, which can be considered as showing off all his skills. Is this martial arts style related to that Nine Yin Manual?"

Lu Zhangke said, "Xianyu Tong is right. The martial arts used by Yun Changkong are the same as those used in the Prince's Mansion. They must be Quanzhen Sect martial arts. They have absolutely nothing to do with the Nine Yin Manual!"

Zhao Min snorted: "Thanks to your reminder, it's quite remarkable that Master Ku came up with the Nine Yin Manual and the Nine Yang Manual."

Lu Zhangke said, "That's easy to understand. Although everyone in the martial arts world knows about the Nine Yang Manual, and Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei each possess one and have their own Nine Yang Skills, this book was originally transmitted from Shaolin Temple, which is also the reason for the discord between Shaolin Temple and Wudang Sect."

Shaolin Temple still harbors resentment towards Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang. If they learn that Yun Changkong has obtained the Nine Yang Manual, how could they let it go?

He could either become a monk or relinquish his divine powers; if Yun Changkong disagreed with either of these options, a battle between the two would be inevitable.

Zhao Min frowned slightly: "Becoming a monk and possessing supernatural powers, is there no room for maneuver?"

Lu Zhangke shook his head: "Shaolin Temple has always been the leading authority in the martial arts world and the orthodox school of martial arts. However, when the Quanzhen School was at its peak, everyone in the martial arts world said that they were the orthodox school of martial arts."

Shaolin Temple may not say it, but they secretly harbor a great deal of resentment!
If we discover that someone is using Quanzhen martial arts but actually employing Shaolin internal energy, we must either recruit them into our temple or reclaim their internal energy; either way, we must uphold the temple's prestige.

Zhao Min, being exceptionally intelligent, had already grasped the key point and said, "It seems that Master Ku is extremely dissatisfied with Shaolin Temple. Amazing! Mr. Lu Zhang might not have come up with this."

Lu Zhangke nodded and said, "This man's mind is indeed deeper and more vicious than mine. He used the Nine Yang Manual to provoke Shaolin, and then used the Nine Yin Manual to stir up the martial arts world."

A hundred years ago, although there were many scholars, the most widely known was Guo Jing, as Brother Fang is surely most familiar with.

An old man with slanted eyes and a narrow nose said, "Yes, the young people of today do not know the might of Guo Jing in his younger days, but I have heard my mentor tell me that he defended Xiangyang City for more than 30 years and risked his life countless times."

When Emperor Möngke personally led the campaign, he fought amidst thousands of troops, striking fear into the emperor's heart. The emperor repeatedly raised the bounty on him, hoping to annihilate him under the city walls, but he remained undefeated, moving freely and easily.

My master was fortunate enough to participate in this battle, and he said that Master Guo's martial arts skills were truly unparalleled, reaching the pinnacle and surpassing all others in the world!

After hearing Fang Dongbai's words, Zhao Min let out a long sigh: "I understand. Young people don't know the power of Guo Jing, but there are always old guys who do. When the Nine Yin Manual is displayed, who wouldn't want to become the second Guo Jing!"

Hebi Weng hadn't spoken until now, then he interjected, "My master also said that there were many masters a hundred years ago, such as the Eastern Heretic, the Western Poison, the Southern Emperor, the Northern Beggar, the Central Divine, and the Condor Hero."

But they were all just competing in the martial arts world. Even the Condor Hero only showed his skills once in the army.

Only Guo Jing fought against the Mongols for many years, charging into battle against thousands of troops. Countless people witnessed his power and abilities, and the story spread by word of mouth, even among ordinary people.

I heard that he once severely injured one of the four masters in the instant they attacked him. If I were to become Guo Jing's enemy, I'm afraid he could kill me with a single move.

I don't know why Master said that since he'd never met Guo Jing. It wasn't until we met Zhang Sanfeng at the Sanqing Hall that I understood what Master meant. Such a master, having reached the pinnacle of skill, can strike at your weaknesses with a single move; they are truly difficult to defeat!

Lu Zhangke said, "If Zhang Cuishan hadn't committed suicide that time, and Zhang Sanfeng hadn't been so disoriented, Brother He definitely wouldn't have made it back."

Hebi Weng said in a deep voice, "Hmph, senior brother, let's wait a few more years until Zhang Sanfeng is a bit older, then we'll go up Wudang Mountain again, give him a palm strike, let him know the power of our Xuanming Divine Palm, and wash away the shame!"

Zhao Min could tell that he was all bark and no bite. Although his words sounded fierce, they couldn't hide his fear. Why not wait until he was old and died?
But he knew that the Xuanming Elders were arrogant and conceited, and for them to say such a thing, it was truly because Zhang Sanfeng was too powerful. He looked somewhat dazed and said, "Do you think Yun Changkong could become another Guo Jing or Zhang Sanfeng?"

Lu Zhangke and Hebi Weng exchanged glances.

"I'm afraid it's even worse!" Lu Zhangke said sadly, "The sixteen-year-old Guo Jing and Zhang Sanfeng are no match for him. If he were a few more years old, he would be invincible."

Ah Er said, "That's right, my lord. He's still young and will grow stronger as he gets older, while that old man Zhang Sanfeng is getting weaker and weaker."

After listening to what the Lord said, my junior brother and I also thought about it carefully. He was not killed by us, but only injured. This shows that his divine skill is extraordinary. He was able to recover completely overnight, which further proves the wonder of his divine skill.

At this moment, he is old and his skills are insufficient. He can only exert about 50% or 60% of the power of the divine skills he has learned. We can still hold on.

If he truly masters it, given his style of doing things, let alone what will happen to the imperial court, it will be a catastrophic disaster for us!

Zhao Min frowned and remained silent.

After Yun Changkong finished laughing, he looked at the Yangtze River with a sense of satisfaction, then turned to Xianyu Tong and asked, "How did Sect Leader Xianyu know that the Eagle Sect was going to attack me?"

Xianyu Tong waved his folding fan and smiled, saying, "Brother Yun is testing me. You've caused such a stir in Kaifeng and are going to the Yellow Crane Tower for an appointment. No matter how elusive you are, you can't just cross the Yangtze and Han Rivers out of thin air. You absolutely must come to this ferry."

Pointing around, he said, "The Heavenly Eagle Sect is not the only one waiting for you here. I learned that the Heavenly Eagle Sect was going to make a move against you, but I didn't know how to contact you. When I learned that you were coming, I rushed here as fast as I could, but I was still a step too late. Fortunately, Young Hero Yun's martial arts are unparalleled, and he turned the danger into safety!"

Yun Changkong thought to himself, "That's right. I came from Kaifeng. Whether I'm going to Wudang Mountain or Yellow Crane Tower, I have to cross the river at the Han River ferry. Alas, it's laughable that I didn't pay attention to this. If Wang Xiaotian were here, he could have avoided all of this."

It should be noted that Wang Xiaotian's martial arts skills were inferior to Yun Changkong's, but he had extensive geographical knowledge and would certainly know where it was suitable to lay an ambush. Therefore, when he was with Yun Changkong, almost nothing happened, because he felt that the location was not right, or that it was a necessary passageway, and he would avoid it if he could.

Unlike Yun Changkong, who was highly skilled and daring, he would ask someone for directions and then recklessly rush along the road.

Chang Kong understood, then clasped his hands in a fist salute to Xianyu Tong and said, "Thank you for your guidance today, Sect Leader Xianyu. We'll meet again someday!"

Xianyu Tong lowered his voice to a whisper: "Young Master Yun, with your current reputation, not to mention Yin Tianzheng, the Eagle Sect, from Yin Yewang and Li Tianyuan down, would not want you to have a fair fight with Yin Tianzheng."

"What wouldn't these scoundrels do? Dock robbery and murder are just small fry. Why don't you come with me on this ship? We can join the Emei and Kunlun sects and have them help us out!"

Yun Changkong looked at him with a half-smile and thought to himself, "The Sky Eagle Sect is certainly a scoundrel, but what kind of good person are you?"

Now you're putting on this act of being kind to me, but once I'm on your pirate ship, you secretly poison me, then torture me to get my secrets, and then throw me into the river, blaming it all on the Sky Eagle Sect. Heh, three birds with one stone, how wonderful!"

Xianyu Tong felt uneasy under his gaze and gave a dry laugh, saying, "What advice do you have for me, young hero?"

Chang Kong glanced around and said quietly, "Amitabha, most people in the world are ignorant, unlike Master Xianyu who understands everything. I don't want to kill, but I have no choice but to. But this is a sin, and I will inevitably go to hell in the future. How can I implicate Master Xianyu and make the Huashan Sect risk their lives for me?"

This is too much of a favor; I can't possibly owe it. Please forgive me!

After saying this, he cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, turned around, and walked towards the moored boat.

None of the people on the shore intended to stop him. Even though they all believed that he indeed possessed unparalleled skills, his martial arts and temperament were too formidable. As long as he was still standing, no matter what they thought, no one dared to confront him directly.

As Xianyu Tong watched Yun Changkong's retreating figure, he couldn't help but wonder, "I am the head of a prestigious sect, a renowned gentleman. Everyone wants to befriend me, but I don't care. Why would I lower myself to befriend someone like this?"

Xianyu Tong was cunning and scheming. He saw that Yun Changkong's martial arts skills were indeed rare in the world. He might not have mastered the Nine Yin or Nine Yang techniques, but what he had learned was truly extraordinary. Since it was Quanzhen martial arts, could this internal energy be the "Innate Skill"? He couldn't help but be tempted.

Some people have said that it's so easy for people to speculate and believe the rumors of Nine Yin and Nine Yang, the Pure Yang Limitless Skill believed by Monk Peng, and the Innate Skill believed by Xianyu Tong, all of which fall on Yun Changkong.

It's not the rumor itself, nor is it that others are stupid!
But all of this was built upon Yun Changkong's age of sixteen and his journey of making a name for himself in the martial arts world.

These impressive achievements and extraordinary martial arts skills are something that even martial arts practitioners in the world cannot achieve after decades of practice.

Martial arts practitioners are inherently competitive and unwilling to submit to others. His superiority over me is due to his skill, not because I am inherently inferior.

All these illogical things, combined in one person, are what caused such a stir in the martial arts world.

But if it were someone else, such as young people like Wang Xiaotian or Song Qingshu, no one would believe it.

Anyone who meets them knows their capabilities.

Even if someone spreads rumors about the Ming Cult, such as the Prince of Ruyang or Yuan Ting, claiming they possess the Nine Yin and Nine Yang techniques, no one would believe it!
why!

People must be thinking back, if they had such amazing martial arts skills, they would have stood up and looked down on everyone, showing their might in front of everyone, instead of hiding in a corner.

It's like someone saying they know someone who won the lottery jackpot—how can anyone believe that?
The premise is that this person was originally a poor guy, but suddenly bought a house and a car. Only when this is spread will people think it is possible and generate discussion.

If someone wins the lottery but remains penniless and struggles to afford proper meals, people will definitely call them an idiot for treating them like a fool. Those with a good temper won't even bother with them.
If someone has a bad temper, they might slap you, and then there won't be any conversation!

All rumors and gossip are not about how much public opinion the topic itself generates, but rather about who the topic falls on.

This is like everyday family squabbles, lawsuits over inheritance, something that happens every day and nobody pays much attention. But when this happens to certain people, it sparks widespread discussion simply because they are influential figures in the public eye, not because the event itself is particularly worthy of discussion.

Therefore, Xianyu Tong had arrived long ago and had been observing whether Yun Changkong was worth his time. After witnessing his strength, he was very certain that the internal energy Yun Changkong had learned was absolutely top-notch.

So when Yun Changkong was in danger, he reminded him to "be careful." Even though Changkong didn't need his reminder, he still said it to build goodwill and lay the foundation for getting to know him.

Once Yun Changkong trusted him, he could seize the opportunity to secretly poison him and steal his divine skills. Unfortunately, Yun Changkong's departure left him with no way to retaliate, despite his many plans.

After all, no matter how bad Xianyu Tong was, he was, on the surface, the head of a well-known sect in the martial arts world. He couldn't carry out such underhanded schemes and tricks in front of everyone.

However, Xianyu Tong was shrewd and thought to himself, "He was suddenly ambushed at this moment, so he can't trust anyone. It's only natural that he will have another chance in the future!" He fanned himself lightly with his folding fan, appearing calm and collected.

Yun Changkong boarded a small awning boat, took off his blood-stained clothes, handed over a silver ingot, and said, "Ferry me across the river."

The boat captain was terrified and said in a trembling voice, "Sir, I have elderly parents and young children to support. Please take another boat!"

How could he dare to ferry such people across? If a fight broke out on the river, wouldn't he end up as fish food?
While Yun Changkong was discussing crossing the river with the boatman.

On Zhao Min's side, Lu Zhangke saw Yun Changkong about to leave and said, "My lord, we cannot judge whether Yun Changkong possesses the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Manuals, but this person practices the divine skill of the Buddhist sect. Look at him, he killed hundreds of people at once, yet his mind remained extremely stable. At this moment, his true energy is greatly depleted, yet he is so wary of the Huashan Sect Leader who offered his help. This boy must not be allowed to live!"

"Yes, this is a golden opportunity that won't come again!"

Lu Zhangke and A'er both advised Zhao Min.

They considered themselves martial arts masters, yet they were completely overwhelmed by Yun Changkong. If he were to grow stronger for a few more years, what would become of them? They all wanted to take the opportunity to kill their greatest enemy of all time!

"Outrageous!" Zhao Min said angrily, "How dare this brat look down on me!"

The group exchanged glances and asked in unison, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Min raised an eyebrow and said, "He is so wary of the renowned Huashan Sect Leader, yet he heals his wounds in front of me. Isn't that underestimating me?"

The group exchanged bewildered glances, all thinking, "Is this what you're thinking?"

Lu Zhangke said grimly, "My lord, his inner strength is greatly diminished. Brother He and I can..."

Zhao Min waved her folding fan and said, "Elder Lu, Yun Changkong's enemy is the Demonic Sect, and so are we!"

I extended a friendly gesture to him to tell him that those rumors had nothing to do with me, and that he harbored immense hatred for the Eagle Cult's attack on him. Our intervention was exactly what Master Ku intended!
Whether Yun Changkong dies or you are injured, their Demonic Sect will be the biggest winner. I misjudged people and made a mistake, becoming a laughingstock. How can I let them have their way again?

Lu Zhangke nodded: "This is not the master's fault. The Left Envoy of the Demonic Sect is well-known in the martial arts world, while the Right Envoy's name is unknown. Who would have thought that he would come up with such a vicious scheme to ruin the master's reputation!"

Zhao Min gritted her teeth, her eyes turning cold: "This scoundrel is spreading rumors. I won't be able to quell my hatred until I pull out his rotten tongue and feed it to the dogs!"

“That’s right!” Hebi Weng said coldly, “He’s been pretending to be mute for so many years, let him become a real mute!”

Zhao Min said, "Not only that, we must make him suffer a terrible death! At this Yellow Crane Tower gathering, this Master Ku will definitely cheer for Yin Tianzheng. We can stay out of everything else, but we absolutely cannot let this Right Envoy of Light leave Hubei alive!"

"Yes!"

Everyone respectfully accepted the order in unison.

As a princess, Zhao Min was proud and ambitious, with the aspirations of a man. Even if she hated Yun Changkong, how could she possibly reveal that Yun Changkong only exposed the identity of the Right Envoy of the Demonic Sect because he liked her, a Mongolian princess? This would be an utter disgrace to her!
Zhao Min originally intended to use the Bitter Monk to incite the Ming Cult and even the martial arts world to make things difficult for Yun Changkong, but this rumor was something she hadn't anticipated. It was also her fault for not understanding Fan Yao; she didn't know that this man would say anything to achieve his goals, utterly shameless!
After much effort, including using money and threats, Yun Changkong finally found a boat willing to ferry him across the river. He took off his wine flask, drank it all in one gulp, and still felt it wasn't enough, so he said, "Boatman, is there any water to drink?"

Just then, the sound of bells rang out, and a man shouted, "Great Hero Yun, please wait a moment!"

Yun Changkong listened to the newcomer's speech, which went on for a long time, and realized that the other party had extremely high internal strength and was a formidable opponent.

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