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

Chapter 72: A knife on the head of the word sex
Yun Changkong, a chivalrous and righteous man, couldn't help but be curious when he heard the sounds of fighting still four or five miles away. However, he also felt that his fame would attract unwanted attention, and his immediate priority was to get to Wudang Mountain and avoid causing trouble or delaying his journey. So he immediately calmed himself down and tried to avoid hearing the sounds again.

But then he heard a hoarse voice shout, "Tang Laosan, you're not good at this either. Do you want me to help you?" This person had a strong voice and his internal strength was not weak either. Chang Kong didn't want to listen unless he plugged his ears.

"Tang Laosan?" Yun Changkong thought to himself, "Who is that?"

A powerful voice rang out, "Xihua Zi, shut your stinking mouth! You Kunlun Sect, just watch from the sidelines. Do you think my Kongtong Sect needs your nonsense?"

These few words were also transmitted using internal energy, resonant yet not dissipating, demonstrating considerable skill.

This piqued Yun Changkong's interest. It seemed that the Kongtong Sect and the Kunlun Sect didn't get along. He immediately put on his wet clothes and packed his dry clothes into his bag.

With a quick shift of his internal energy, his clothes dried quickly, so he wasn't afraid of getting wet.

As he was getting dressed, a clear voice said, "Today I witnessed the wondrous martial arts of the Kongtong Sect, and it truly lives up to its reputation. I am deeply impressed. Senior Tang has finished his demonstration, so please step aside."

Yun Changkong heard that this person was not old, but his internal strength was truly remarkable. He put on his clothes, gathered his inner energy, and rushed towards the sound.

He possessed profound inner strength and superb lightness skills. In the blink of an eye, the sound of weapons clashing became clearer and louder, but the clanging sound became less and less, and then disappeared.

Yun Changkong turned around a mountain pass, flew up to the top of the ancient pines and cypresses, and rushed to the front by stepping on leaves and branches. He saw a group of people standing in an open space, some Taoist and some lay, some old and some young.

Five more lay on the ground, all covered in wounds, bleeding profusely, barely breathing, and clearly doomed.

There was also a gaunt old man sitting there, his face as pale as paper, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and several people were watching over him.

Yun Changkong was momentarily confused by the situation. He then saw a young scholar, holding a long sword, facing a group of men dressed in golden robes, all of whom looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

A tall man in a black turban and gray robe stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Your swordsmanship is very good, young man. What's your name?"

Yun Changkong noticed two gold bars on the man's collar, shining brightly, and thought to himself, "No wonder everyone hates flaunting wealth; they have no choice but to hate it!"

The scholar clasped his hands in greeting and said with a smile, "I am Song Qingshu of Wudang. Please forgive me for not recognizing this senior's surname!"

Upon hearing this, the people opposite him exchanged glances.

Upon hearing that this was Song Qingshu, Chang Kong began to scrutinize him closely. He saw that Song Qingshu had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, a face as handsome as jade, a tall and upright figure like a jade tree in the wind, a humble demeanor, a restrained heroic spirit, and a gentle and refined air. He was indeed extraordinary.

A short, stout Taoist priest in a yellow robe spoke in a voice as sharp as a broken gong: "Zhuang Zheng, are you blind? This is the son of Master Song of Wudang!" The voice belonged to Xi Hua Zi.

Zhuang Zheng said arrogantly, "When I was a powerful figure in the martial world, this kid wasn't even born yet. What's so strange about not knowing him?"

Song Qingshu clasped his hands and said, "Senior, no matter how powerful you are elsewhere, you are making things difficult for my fellow martial artists at the foot of Wudang Mountain. Although I am insignificant, as a humble servant of a reputable sect, I cannot stand idly by!"

These words immediately won applause from the audience, and everyone admired his humility, vying to express their respect.

Zhuang Zheng's two piercing, lightning-like eyes were fixed on Song Qingshu's face. He sneered, "Although Master Zhang doesn't concern himself with worldly affairs, his divine skills are still renowned throughout the martial world. Since you, Master Song, have received his true teachings, you are certainly not just a name without substance. I wonder how much of your father's skills you have inherited?"

Song Qingshu smiled and said, "Although I am not very talented, I am still qualified to learn from your excellent skills!"

The crowd cheered and applauded his heroic act.

Zhuang Zheng thought to himself, "What an arrogant brat! You've been practicing since birth, how much skill could you possibly have? People say you're on par with Yun Changkong, and you actually believe it?"

He knew the details of Yin Tianzheng and his son, as well as Fan Yao. Yun Changkong was able to deal with them, which was something Song Qingshu could not even dream of.
Zhuang Zheng sneered a few times: "Young man, your ambition is commendable. For the sake of Master Zhang of Wudang Sect, let's end it here today and leave!" He turned and left.

He knew Song Qingshu was nothing special, but his father was the head of Wudang Sect, and his grandmaster was Zhang Sanfeng. He had beaten him at the foot of Wudang Mountain. If he angered Zhang Sanfeng and he came down the mountain with his sword, he figured his neck wouldn't be invulnerable. He didn't even glance at the others.

Suddenly a Taoist priest said, "Where are you going!"

Yun Changkong was secretly shocked: "He's dead!"

In a flash, Zhuang Zheng raised his left palm, the Taoist blocked with his sword, Zhuang Zheng caught the sword between two fingers of his right hand, and his right foot flew up.

The man cried out "Ouch!" as he was kicked in the chest and fell heavily onto the rocks like a kite with a broken string.

"Crack..." The sound of bones breaking could be heard. Blood gushed from his mouth as he fell to the ground, already dead.

"Insolence!" Song Qingshu shouted, thrusting his longsword toward Zhuang Zheng's back. The sound of the blade cutting through the wind was loud, and the force in his hand was much stronger than the previous one.

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Zheng casually swung the longsword he had seized, and with a loud "clang," Song Qingshu's longsword was shattered, flying a foot straight into the sky. His tiger's mouth was split open, and he retreated in panic.

Zhuang Zheng casually tossed aside his longsword and laughed, "Kid, if you want to spar with me, practice for another ten years!" He had already disappeared into the forest.

His men picked up the two corpses and sped away, without Song Qingshu and the others stopping them.

Yun Changkong was secretly astonished: "This Zhuang Zheng is so powerful? His martial arts are purely masculine, and he is no less than Yin Tianzheng!"

Xi Hua Zi exclaimed, "This scoundrel is truly formidable!"

A middle-aged woman said, "Young Master Song, there's no need to worry. This man is the flag bearer of the Sharp Gold Banner of the Demonic Sect. He's causing a lot of trouble in the Western Regions. He's the one who's been the most ruthless when Yin Tian is about to become the sect leader!"

Yun Changkong suddenly realized that if it weren't for such a person leading the opposition against Yin Tianzheng, how could the Five Elements Banner possibly stand against the Dharma King who protects the sect?

It should be noted that Zhuang Zheng was an extraordinary figure in the Ming Cult, a first-rate master in the martial arts world. He possessed extraordinary strength and his internal and external martial arts skills were both top-notch. In the original story, during his battle with Abbess Miejue, he used his spiked club to make her arm go numb and her longsword break. She had no choice but to draw the Heaven-Slaying Sword, which allowed her to kill Zhuang Zheng in one move.

This also contributed to the element of surprise. If Zhuang Zheng had known how sharp the Heaven-Slaying Sword was, he certainly wouldn't have died so silently.

Song Qingshu sighed leisurely, "My great master once said that there are many capable people in the Demonic Sect, and it is indeed true."

At this moment, the gaunt old man who had been meditating walked over, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Having met Young Master Song today, I can say that he is indeed a worthy son of a tiger, with extraordinary bearing!"

"You flatter me, Master Tang."

This Tang Laosan's real name is Tang Wenliang. He ranks third among the Five Elders of Kongtong. Therefore, those who respect him are called Tang Sanye, while those who do not are called Tang Laosan.

"Tang Laosan, you've escaped a calamity!" Xi Hua Zi laughed. "How can you not thank me?"

He was a disciple of Ban Shuxian, the "Supreme Leader" of the Kunlun Sect, and was renowned in the martial arts world. However, he was also hot-tempered and lacked any manners. This was because the Kongtong Sect and the Kunlun Sect had always been at odds and harbored resentment towards each other. Even when they had a common enemy, they would not forget to mock each other.

To prevent the two from arguing, Song Qingshu clasped his hands and said, "The enemy's retreat was entirely due to the divine might of your sect; I dare not take credit for it."

As he spoke, he took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a bright red pill the size of a soybean, and smiled, "Third Master Tang, this is our sect's healing elixir. With your refined internal strength, you should be fine soon!"

The crowd cheered again.

Tang Wenliang said, "Young Master Song is so humble, truly like your father. I admire you greatly!" He then swallowed the pill.

Yun Changkong thought to himself, "Song Qingshu was once a promising young man, but in the end, because of a woman, he embarked on the path of betraying his master and ancestors, ruining his reputation and destroying his life! Lust is a double-edged sword!"

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but think of myself. Rumors were circulating that I was having an affair with a Mongolian princess, but it turned out I had done *that* with the Dharma King, the protector of the Demonic Sect. I didn't know how to feel. I felt that Song Qingshu's future might be my own.

If things ever go wrong, it will probably be because of a woman.

After exchanging pleasantries, the group buried the bodies.

Song Qingshu asked, "Why are you all fighting here?"

Tang Wenliang sighed, “We all came from the Northwest because of the duel between Yun Changkong and Yin Baimei, but if we don’t pay our respects to your sect when we get to Hubei… Alas, we didn’t know we would run into the Five Elements Flag of the Demonic Sect, which is why we have become a laughing stock.”

"You're quite self-aware!" Xi Hua Zi laughed. "Then why are you making a fool of yourself!"

"What did you say?" Tang Laosan was also extremely frustrated. He felt that his defeat at Zhuang Zheng's hands was not due to inferior martial arts skills, but rather to Xi Huazi's gloating on the sidelines.

"Senior brother, don't talk nonsense!" a middle-aged woman from the Kunlun Sect advised. Her name was Wei Si Niang, nicknamed "Lightning Hand," but more people called her Lightning Lady. She was more cunning than Xi Hua Zi.

"I'm not talking nonsense." Xi Huazi said in his hoarse voice, "Damn it, it's better not to mention Yun Changkong, just mentioning him makes people inexplicably angry!"

Others sang his praises to the skies, which is why we traveled so far to see his skills. Who knew he was just a fraud? We should inform our master and uncles and return to the mountain immediately.

Yun Changkong found it strange: "Since his debut, he has been criticized a lot. Some say he is ignorant and arrogant, and others say he has an affair with a Mongolian witch. But this is the first time I have heard of him deceiving the world and stealing fame!"

Song Qingshu laughed and said, "Why do you say that, Daoist Master?"

Xi Hua Zi said, "You don't know?"
While we were eating breakfast this morning, we heard someone say that Yun Changkong killed a thousand people on the Han River yesterday, all by himself with his sword. They even said that he killed seven people with a single strike, truly a "soul-snatching sword!" Tang Laosan was praising Yun Changkong for being so capable. It seems that the Sky Eagle Sect is finished this time, and Old Man White Eyebrows is going to get his comeuppance.

Just as they were laughing happily, Zhuang Zheng and the others overheard them saying that Yun Changkong's ability to defeat the Sky Eagle Sect members was entirely due to his collusion with the Mongols from beginning to end; otherwise, Yun Changkong wouldn't have been able to leave Jiangnan!

Upon hearing this, Yun Changkong's cheek twitched slightly, and he thought to himself, "Bullshit!"

Everyone was immediately in an uproar.

Song Qingshu looked at Wei Si Niang.

He knew that Xi Hua Zi was a loose tongue and exaggerated his words. In the past, he dared to draw his weapon in front of his grandmaster and force his fifth uncle to reveal Xie Xun's whereabouts. Although there were many heroes present that day, Song Qingshu had the deepest impression of this person.

Wei Si Niang understood his meaning and said, "Zhuang Zheng said that we people from prestigious sects are all shameless. In order to deal with their Ming Cult, we even colluded with the Yuan Court. We said that Yun Changkong is Yun Changkong and we are us. They said that we are all charlatans who deceive the world and steal fame. That's why we agreed to come out and take action!"

Tang Wenliang sighed softly and said, "My Kongtong Sect has a deep-seated hatred for the Demonic Sect. I've also heard about the Han River incident. Yun Changkong killed so many people that the Han River was stained with blood. His martial arts skills are so high that they are practically divine. But who knew that he was colluding with the Mongols!"

"Bah! Bullshit!" Xi Hua Zi glared and said, "Let Master Zhang kill a thousand people and see. He'd be exhausted to death. And you call that a soul-snatching sword? You fucking soul-snatching sword!"

Chang Kong knew it was fake. He himself had killed at most a few hundred people; the others were probably either burned to death or drowned.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "In the martial arts world, rumors and misinformation are everywhere. Why should you get angry over idle gossip? Gentlemen, please come up Wudang Mountain. It's the perfect season now. I'll accompany you to enjoy the scenery."

Tang Laosan laughed and said, "If we don't pay our respects to Master Zhang when we arrive in Hubei, it would be impolite. But if we go up the mountain, we might disturb your cultivation. It would be perfect if Young Master Song could lead the way."

Xi Hua Zi said, "However, Young Master Song, you can't say it's just hearsay. I think there's no doubt that Yun Chang Kong is having an affair with a Mongol. That kid is about your age, how could he resist the temptation of beauty? Isn't Zhang Cuishan a perfect example? Don't you think so?"

Wei Si Niang hurriedly tugged at her senior brother's sleeve.

Xi Hua Zi was a fool who only feared his master and ignored everyone else. He dared to say to Zhang Sanfeng's face that if Zhang Cuishan refused to tell him Xie Xun's whereabouts, then he would draw his sword!

Even after Zhang Wuji defeated the Shaolin monk, he still dared to draw his sword and call him a thieving brat. Zhang Cuishan's disgrace was known to all, so what was there to be afraid of?

As for social etiquette, if he understood a little bit, would he have been able to draw his sword against Zhang Sanfeng?

With his gentlemanly demeanor, Song Qingshu could only manage an awkward smile and say, "Yun Changkong is a young hero. If he is truly as rumored in the martial arts world, it would be disheartening."

Xi Hua Zi said, "In my opinion, Yun Chang Kong is definitely not as good as you. His reputation is all built on flattery. If I meet him, I will definitely learn from his skills and test his true worth!"

The group chatted and laughed as they walked away together.

Yun Changkong thought to himself, "Perfect! Following them to Wudang Mountain will save me a lot of trouble, as I won't have to ask anyone for directions!" After the group left, he slowly walked forward and saw the place where the bodies had been buried. There were only a few branches stuck in the grave mound, and not even a name.

People in the martial arts world believe that death is the end of everything, so if someone dies in a ditch, they are buried in a ditch; if they die on the road, a sign is placed on their head. They don't make a fuss or disturb the authorities, otherwise, their deaths will only become the subject of gossip.

For example, saying that someone from a certain sect was killed on a certain day in a certain month of a certain year in a certain place is too offensive.

But looking at the grave mound, Chang Kong was filled with emotion.

This isn't because of the dead; it's the fate of those in the martial world!

Instead, it's this strange phenomenon!

The righteous sects are clearly enemies of the demonic sect, yet the Kunlun Sect and the Kongtong Sect are not of one mind. How can they accomplish anything without unity?

In addition, they claimed to be colluding with the Mongols and despised themselves.

Okay, everyone hates the Mongols, so it's understandable that they'd include themselves in the fight. But they can't let go of their hatred and unite to fight the Mongols!
Yun Changkong thought about it more and more and felt that this situation was too absurd. He followed these people from a distance and soon arrived at the town at the foot of Wudang Mountain. The group went straight up the mountain.

Yun Changkong, however, ate a hearty meal at a restaurant on the mountain before heading up.

Going to Wudang Sect is different from going anywhere else, so don't act like you're just there to freeload.

It was late spring, and the scenery on Wudang Mountain was magnificent. The mountains were beautiful, the flowers were in full bloom, the birds sang sweetly, the streams were clear, the peaks were green, the clouds were drifting by, the valleys were deep and the peaks were steep and dangerous, and the atmosphere was majestic.

The magnificent scenery made Yun Changkong marvel at the wonders of nature as he traveled. A surge of pride welled up in his heart, and he exclaimed, "Zhang Sanfeng, you really know how to choose a place! With such a place for quiet cultivation, what worldly thoughts could there possibly be!"

Wudang sent out a peerless genius, Zhang Sanfeng, whose skills, reputation, and cultivation were so great that he could look down on all the heroes. Of his seven disciples, although Yu Daiyan was crippled and Zhang Cuishan died, Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu became even more famous and powerful, showing a tendency to surpass Shaolin Temple, the number one sect in the world, and become the Mount Tai of the martial arts world with an extremely high status.

As dusk fell, Yun Changkong could see the rows of houses on Wudang Mountain in the distance. Turning a corner on a mountain path, he saw eight Taoist priests standing in front of him.

Chang Kong walked forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "I have come to pay my respects to Zhang Sixia. Please inform the Daoist priest of my presence."

With the Wudang Sect's reputation, heroes from all walks of life come to pay their respects year-round, a fact that the Taoist priest is already accustomed to.

A long-bearded Taoist priest clasped his hands and said, "Esteemed guest, you have come a long way. May I ask your honorable name?"

Chang Kong said, "My name is Yun Chang Kong!"

Upon hearing this, the eight Taoist priests exchanged bewildered glances.

As the saying goes, a person's name is like a tree's shadow.

"Yun Changkong," who in the martial arts world doesn't know him? Who doesn't?
The Taoist priests were startled and stared intently at him. He was slender, yet not at all frail; instead, he exuded a majestic and imposing aura, like a towering mountain.
His features are strikingly handsome, and although his face appears youthful, his demeanor conveys a sense of having experienced many hardships and an indescribable air of aloofness.

When Yun Changkong ascended Wudang Mountain, he naturally couldn't let things fall apart. Although dressed simply, he displayed the majestic yet dignified appearance of an Arhat.

Naturally, the thought that flashed through the minds of these Taoist priests who had received countless heroes almost simultaneously occurred to them: "Yun Changkong is actually such a young martial arts hero? His demeanor can even overshadow Senior Brother Song."

The long-bearded Taoist asked, "May I ask, are you the young master Yun of the Jinyang Escort Agency... who has now switched allegiance to the Mongols?"

His expression was polite, but his words were extremely harsh.

There was no one in the world that Yun Changkong looked down on. He didn't even think much of Zhang Sanfeng. If it were any other day, he would naturally have given the other party a piece of his mind after hearing these words!

But he had already heard all sorts of rumors, especially since it was about the Wudang Sect. He thought to himself, "I am in this predicament because I saved Yu Daiyan and broke with the Wudang Sect. If I offend the Wudang Sect now because of my own likes and dislikes, then all my efforts will have been in vain!"

Therefore, upon hearing these words, he instead displayed a leisurely, reclusive, and detached attitude from worldly affairs.

Yun Changkong said, "I am indeed Yun Changkong of the Jinyang Escort Agency, but the claim that I have switched allegiance to the imperial court is pure fabrication!"

The Taoist priests looked at each other, their expressions quite strange.

The long-bearded Taoist said, "If you hadn't switched allegiance to the imperial court, why would the Prince of Ruyang of the Yuan Dynasty have helped you so many times? Wasn't it you who conspired with the imperial court to deal with the anti-Yuan patriots on the Han River last night?"

When the rumors about Yun Changkong and Zhao Min first spread, many people didn't believe them. However, last night, to save Yun Changkong's life, she ordered her men to help. In the end, the people of the Heavenly Eagle Sect returned, not to mention Li Tianyuan.

How could they admit that they were utterly defeated by Yun Changkong? Instead, they claimed that he conspired with the Prince of Ruyang and Princess Ruyang to set a trap and murder anti-Yuan righteous men, which immediately caused a sensation in the martial arts world.

Everyone cursed Yun Changkong as a traitor. At this moment, several Taoists suddenly saw Yun Changkong appear and deny it outright. They couldn't help but curse him in their hearts for daring to do it but not admitting it. He was no hero!
Yun Changkong was slightly annoyed and too lazy to explain to them. He said, "Please inform Zhang Sixiaman, and everything will be clear. But if your sect insists on refusing me entry, say something." He turned around with a flick of his sleeve, gazing at the mountain scenery. A gust of wind swept over them.

Those who can act as the greeter are all shrewd and perceptive, knowing that Changkong's arrival is unlikely to be trouble-making.

The long-bearded Taoist exchanged glances with the other Taoists and said, "Then please wait a moment, sir." He then turned and ran up the mountain.

He knew that Yun Changkong had a fierce conflict with the Tianying Sect a while ago, and the elders of the sect had discussed the matter. But soon after, major events occurred, such as Yun Changkong breaking into the Ruyang Prince's Mansion at night and exposing the Ming Cult's Right Envoy of Light. This had already drawn attention to him.

As a result, he wreaked havoc on the Han River again last night, killing thousands of people. He is undoubtedly a villain of the highest order, but unexpectedly, he appeared at this time. Whatever his intentions may be, they are beyond my control.

Yun Changkong stood on the edge of a cliff, gazing at the sea of ​​clouds and the distant mountain scenery, his clothes fluttering in the wind, when suddenly he felt a fragrant breeze blowing by.

He was taken aback and turned to look. In the distance, behind a tree, a beautiful figure flashed by, as if a woman was hiding.

He turned to look at the Taoist priests, who were all standing to one side, seemingly unaware of anything amiss.

Yun Chang's senses were exceptional; he could smell the fragrance, while others might not. Furthermore, when he circulated his true energy, it flowed freely, so it shouldn't be poison. He was about to go and check.

Then someone laughed and said, "We have long admired Young Master Yun's fame that resounds throughout the world and his skills that surpass all others in the martial arts world. Today, your esteemed presence is a great honor to our sect." The voice echoed through the valley, its lingering sound exquisite.

Yun Changkong's heart sank slightly. He turned to look and saw Song Qingshu arriving gracefully, accompanied by a group of people from the Kunlun Sect and the Kongtong Sect.

Yun Changkong knew that he was gathering his energy in his dantian to speak, which meant he was testing him. He smiled slightly and said, "It is a complete exaggeration to say that you are famous all over the world and that your skills are unmatched in the martial arts world. But it is a fact that you are young and inexperienced on Wudang Mountain and have no power to resist me!"

He spoke casually, his voice clear and resonant, echoing through the highs and lows, making everyone's ears buzz.

The experts were even more astonished. They themselves might not be able to do it even with their full strength, yet he was so composed. It seemed that the rumors about Yun Changkong's unparalleled internal strength were not unfounded.

Song Qingshu frowned, finding the words somewhat jarring, as if Yun Changkong had some other meaning behind them.

Because he felt that the first half of the sentence seemed to refer to Zhang Sanfeng, while the second half referred to himself.

Suddenly, Xi Hua Zi shouted, "Yun Chang Kong, about your affair with the Mongolian princess, is it you who likes her, or she who likes you? Tell us what really happened!"

It turns out that among the martial arts world today, Shaolin and Wudang are the most famous, followed by Kunlun and Emei, and then Kongtong Sect.

Although Song Qingshu was a third-generation disciple in the Wudang Sect, everyone in the sect knew that he was the future leader. Even his senior uncles, such as Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Songxi, treated him with great respect and never said a harsh word to him.

Since Tang Wenliang and Xihuazi had no important business to attend to, Song Qingshu received them.

The group sat down for a meal and listened to the guest master's report, which surprised them greatly. After inquiring, they learned that Yun Changkong was polite and seemed to have no ill intentions. Moreover, this was Wudang Mountain, and they figured that no matter how famous Yun Changkong was, he wouldn't come here to cause trouble. That's why they came together.

As for the affair between Yun Changkong and the Mongolian princess, it was not only a propaganda tactic of the Demonic Sect, but also widely known among righteous people, and was often used as a laughing stock in casual conversation.

Xi Hua Zi, being rather clueless, felt that Yun Chang Kong was too competitive and ambitious. He clearly loved her deeply but refused to admit it, desperately trying to cover it up, which only made things worse. So, he couldn't help but ask.

Yun Changkong remained expressionless and asked calmly, "Who are you? Which sect do you belong to?"

Xi Hua Zi asked, "What's wrong with Xi Hua Zi from the Kunlun Sect?"

Chang Kong glanced at him: "So you're a disciple of a prestigious sect."

When Xi Huazi saw his gaze directed at him, his heart skipped a beat. He could only let out a cold snort and say, "So what?"

Chang Kong asked, "Do you know how old this Mongol princess you speak of is?"

Xi Huazi said nonchalantly, "How would I know? I'm not like you, so familiar with other people."

Yun Changkong snorted coldly and said, "She's only twelve years old!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Wei Si Niang realized the problem and asked, "Is this really true?"

Yun Changkong sneered, "You are also a woman. Hmph, those shameless demonic cultists can ruin my reputation with this, but for a disciple of the Kunlun Sect to utter such ignorant words, does the Daoist not know that there are some things that others can do but righteous people cannot? Is this what distinguishes the righteous from the demonic?"

Xi Hua Zi's face flushed red, and he was about to speak when Song Qing Shu clasped his hands in a fist and smiled, "The rumors circulating in the martial arts world are all hearsay and cannot be believed. I wonder what advice Brother Yun has for my fourth uncle?"

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