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

Chapter 74 Entangled Feuds

The loud laughter was extremely powerful, and everyone's expression changed. Song Qingshu also looked behind him with a face full of anger.

The person who burst into laughter was Tang Wenliang of the Kongtong Sect.

He had been merely observing, only mocking Xihua Zi without uttering a word, but now he couldn't help but burst into laughter, as if he had witnessed the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Zhao Min slowly turned her head, her eyes fixed on Tang Wenliang, and said coldly, "What are you laughing at?"

As she spoke, her eyebrows arched and her nose wrinkled, regaining her previous dashing and heroic demeanor, completely unlike the tearful and girlish woman she had just been.

Yun Changkong watched with amusement, thinking to himself, "This girl can switch between crying and laughing so easily. She's definitely a great actress. I almost thought she had fallen in love with me."

Tang Wenliang laughed and said, "I laughed at Yu Sanxia for being crippled for more than ten years, but in the end, there was still someone in the world who could save him. Hehe, it can be seen that Master Zhang and the heroes of Wudang did not care much. Yu Sanxia has been lying down for more than ten years, which is truly a great injustice."

Song Qingshu said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, this is Wudang Mountain. Do you know what you are saying?"

It should be known that in the past, Yu Daiyan's limbs were broken, with blood gushing from his finger bones, wrist bones, arm bones, and leg bones. This was because the bones were crushed into fragments, and bone splinters protruded from his body.
After Zhang Sanfeng's personal assessment, it was determined that the injury could not be healed.

Even with the medical skills of Hu Qingniu, the Immortal Physician of Butterfly Valley, who could cure blindness caused by gouged eyes, he concluded that this injury was incurable. Only the "Black Jade Bone-Mending Ointment" could save him, but the recipe for this ointment was not passed down among his disciples.

Therefore, when Zhao Min said that Yun Changkong could heal Yu Daiyan's injuries, not only did no one believe her, but they also considered it a provocation.

Yun Changkong had anticipated this, because the "Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment" was too extraordinary. Its effects were beyond the comprehension of this martial arts world that possessed such extraordinary power.

He had reason to suspect that this thing was created by the Creator just so that the male and female protagonists could fall in love.

Of course, the less capable a person is, the less likely they are to believe things that are beyond their comprehension!

Just like before he, Yun Changkong, traveled through time, if someone said that he could make himself travel through time, and he didn't think he was mentally ill, then they were just trying to fool him like a fool. How could he possibly have a good attitude towards him?

Therefore, he didn't want to explain to these people, but only to the Seven Heroes of Wudang and Zhang Sanfeng, who were not fools and were not so arrogant.

Zhao Min coldly said, "There are so many self-righteous people in the world. For your own selfish reasons, you don't even care about your own martial uncle's injuries!" She glanced at Tang Wenliang and said, "You have no right to speak here!"

Tang Wenliang raised his thick eyebrows and angrily shouted, "What did you say?" His hair and beard stood on end, and he took a step forward, then suddenly stopped.

Song Qingshu was even more displeased. He looked at Yun Changkong and said in a deep voice, "Young Master Yun, what exactly is your relationship with this Mongolian woman?"

This time, even Brother Lianyun wasn't called.

With Zhao Min present, Yun Changkong no longer concealed anything and said, "To be honest, yesterday I was attacked by the Demonic Sect and almost lost my life in the Han River. She helped me many times, which is why I was able to come to Wudang Mountain and save Yu Sanxia. It's not because I, Yun Changkong, have any great ability, but because I got this elixir from her!"

"I didn't take it!" Zhao Min raised her head, rolled her eyes, and pouted her cherry lips: "I stole it!" Her voice lowered: "And you risked your life for it!"

That look was quite cunning, but within that cunning lay a kind of innocent and bright quality that made it endearing.

The group looked at each other, lost in thought.

They didn't care whether the medicine was real or fake; instead, they thought the relationship between the two was really strange.

It seems unlikely that Yun Changkong would like a girl, but this girl is quick to cry and laugh, and she is obviously not a kind person. What is she doing here as a Mongolian princess?
This was something Yun Changkong couldn't understand either, and he sighed, "I don't know either, what are you doing here!"

He had intended to explain that Yu Daiyan's injury from the Vajra Finger was due to the Ruyang Prince's Mansion, but with Zhao Min right there, how could he say it outright?

After all, she had saved him several times last night.

If I were determined to be an ungrateful person, I wouldn't have bothered coming to Wudang Mountain to suffer this humiliation. What does it matter to me whether Yu Daiyan is disabled or not!
Zhao Min slowly said, "Have you forgotten what you said to me that night?"

"That evening?"

The crowd's expressions grew even stranger as they looked at Yun Changkong. Some even looked at him with disdain, believing that the two were having an affair!
Yun Changkong was stunned. He had said so much that night, how could he know what Zhao Min was referring to?
Song Qingshu glanced at Zhao Min, his face growing increasingly grim, and said to Yun Changkong, "I don't want to stoop to the level of a little girl, but please don't push your luck!"

He emphasized the words "little girl" very much.

"You guys?" Zhao Min looked at Yun Changkong, pouting, and said, "See? You almost lost your life because of this medicine, but your good intentions were not rewarded. People think that you and I colluded to plot against the Wudang Sect!"

Yun Changkong chuckled and said, "I do things only to find peace of mind, nothing more!"

Zhao Min smiled and said, "What a great man! I've learned a lot."

Yun Changkong snorted coldly: "If you weren't so sure, how dare you do this?"

Zhao Min smiled slightly: "You guessed it all? Hehe, I knew you wouldn't abandon me, otherwise you wouldn't have gone to Wudang Mountain!"

When the two of them spoke, only they could understand the meaning behind their words.

Zhao Min knew that Yun Changkong was a gentleman who didn't owe favors, which is why she risked her life to save Yu Daiyan.

Since I saved his life, he will definitely not allow anyone to hurt him before we are evenly matched!
Otherwise, given her Mongolian identity, she could be drowned by mere words, so why would she show herself?

But the two of them acted as if no one else was around, which was really infuriating!

Song Qingshu said, "Brother Yun, with the great masters of Kunlun and Kongtong here, you are spouting such arrogant words. Are you trying to unite and ruin the reputation of my Wudang Sect?"

Yun Changkong frowned slightly: "Young Master Song, isn't that clear enough? I came here only to treat Yu Sanxia and repay Zhang Sixia for saving my whole family. Isn't it a bit too incongruous with your status to say such a thing?"

"Repay a debt of gratitude? Repay a debt of gratitude with a Mongolian woman?" Song Qingshu sneered. "People say you possess Shaolin internal energy, and some say you possess my grandmaster's Pure Yang Wuji Gong, and some say Nine Yin and Nine Yang. There are many different opinions. May I ask if you could tell me the name of your divine skill and the origin of your sect?"

Yun Changkong asked, "What do my martial arts skills and sect affiliation have to do with this matter?"

"Pretending to be ignorant when you know the truth!" Song Qingshu sneered, "Everyone knows that my Uncle Yu's joints were broken by the Shaolin 'Vajra Finger' and there is no cure!"
I don't know exactly what kind of internal strength you possess, but judging from your exchange with Master Xihua just now..."

Xi Hua Zi, in his hoarse voice, said, "I think it's probably Shaolin internal energy."

Song Qingshu continued, "You heard it too. Now you're doing this again. Is this a deliberate provocation against my Wudang Sect on behalf of Shaolin?"

Yun Changkong was both amused and annoyed: "Young Master Song, I must say, I have to thank you for your high opinion of me, thinking that I have the ability to deliberately provoke the Wudang Sect. But don't you think that you are underestimating Master Zhang and your elders?"

At this point, the surroundings fell completely silent!

Everyone thought, "The Wudang Sect saved Yunhe's entire family. No matter how high Yun Changkong's martial arts are, he wouldn't dare to joke about Yu Daiyan's matter on Wudang Mountain. If it's fake, not to mention Zhang Sanfeng, Yunhe would probably deal with this unfilial son!"

Zhang Songxi had saved the lives of the Yun family, young and old, as well as many anti-Yuan patriots. This became common knowledge as Yun Changkong clashed with the Tianying Sect, so everyone on Wudang Mountain felt fearless.

This is because the martial arts world values ​​"filial piety and righteousness" the most. If Yun Changkong dares to act recklessly here, he is definitely a disgrace to the martial arts world and everyone has the right to kill him!
"If you hadn't mentioned my great-master, that would have been fine!" Song Qingshu was even angrier and said, "Back then, my great-master went to Shaolin Temple and was turned away. Yet you, possessing Shaolin internal strength, made arrogant remarks at the entrance of Wudang Mountain, hoping to use this to enter my Wudang Mountain. If I let you in, how could I face the training of my elders?"

It should be noted that Shaolin and Wudang harbored resentment towards Zhang Sanfeng because of his background, and their disciples rarely interacted with each other.

In the past, when the Longmen Escort Agency escorted Yu Daiyan, although they did not know his identity, Du Dajin had doubts because he was going to Wudang Mountain. However, he was moved by the two thousand taels of gold and accepted the escort mission.

This phenomenon wasn't limited to Shaolin disciples; even Zhang Sanfeng himself joked about being a Shaolin Temple deserter, saying, "At least they saw I was too old to come to Wudang Mountain to drag me back." He would make fun of himself in front of his disciples.

However, it is still required that while the disciples of the Shaolin Temple must not lose their respect for the temple, they must also not tarnish the reputation and status of the temple!
Indeed, it was because of this competition for fame that the Seven Heroes of Wudang joined forces to travel the martial world, making the Wudang Sect more and more prestigious, almost surpassing Shaolin.

But three years ago, everything changed!

In order to obtain the "Nine Yang Manual" to cure Zhang Wuji's "Xuanming Divine Palm" poison, Zhang Sanfeng first wrote a letter to the Emei Sect. However, Abbess Miejue returned the letter unopened.
Zhang Sanfeng had no choice but to take Zhang Wuji to Shaolin Temple.

He was a grandmaster of his generation, renowned for his great reputation and profound cultivation, unmatched by anyone else in the world. For someone over a hundred years old to condescend to seek his guidance was a great loss of his dignity.

The Wudang heroes, mindful of their friendship with Zhang Cuishan, knew that once Zhang Sanfeng went to Mount Song to seek instruction, the Wudang sect would never be able to hold its head high when facing the Shaolin sect again, but they couldn't care less about such empty reputations.

However, Shaolin Temple already had a deep-seated grudge against the Wudang Sect, and because of Yin Susu's plan to "shift the blame to Jiangdong" before her death, Shaolin Temple lost many skilled fighters. Therefore, all the monks of Shaolin Temple were filled with resentment and believed that all of this was ultimately the fault of the Wudang Sect!

Because Zhang Cuishan married the murderer who killed all the disciples of my Shaolin Temple, no matter how much Zhang Sanfeng pleaded, the Shaolin monks always politely declined and never allowed Zhang Sanfeng to enter the temple.

Zhang Sanfeng was naturally angry about this, and Shaolin Temple, wanting to humiliate him and vent their anger, spread the story throughout the martial arts world.

So, Yun Changkong is suspected of possessing Shaolin internal skills, and he even claims to be able to cure an illness that Zhang Sanfeng is helpless against. Everyone thinks that he is bullying the Wudang Sect.

Yun Changkong understood the problem with Song Qingshu, but he couldn't help but think to himself, "It's easy for you to talk when you're not in the same boat. Zhang Wuji is Zhang Cuishan's son, and Zhang Sanfeng, out of love for his son, naturally saved his life!"
But in the eyes of Shaolin Temple, Zhang Wuji's adoptive father, Xie Xun, killed the pillar of their martial arts, the monk Kongjian, and his mother killed over seventy of his disciples. Even on her deathbed, she tried to frame others. How despicable were they? If someone treated your Wudang Sect like that, you'd probably react the same way!

But Yun Changkong knew that saying this would make him an enemy of the Wudang Sect, so he just smiled slightly and said, "Young Master Song, your reasoning is indeed understandable. It's petty of Shaolin Temple not to let Master Zhang into the temple. They are being stingy by refusing to help someone in distress, which goes against the principles of Buddhism."

"But my Yun family once received a great favor from your uncle, and my father has always felt he has not been able to repay it, which is why I have come to pay my respects. If, after I have met your elders, the medicine I brought is ineffective, and you still hold this view, then it's not too late to kill or beat me. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, everyone agreed that it made sense.

Song Qingshu was a man of both literary and martial talents, an outstanding disciple of the third generation of the Wudang Sect. He had been pampered by his teachers since childhood and was used to being arrogant. However, he felt that Yun Changkong was using his elders to suppress him, which made him even more angry. He shouted, "Do you know that because of Uncle Yu's injury, my Fifth Uncle also committed suicide? This is the greatest pain for my Grandmaster and the Wudang Sect. You just say one thing, that you can cure my Third Uncle, and that the medicine was given by this Mongolian witch. Who knows if you conspired to harm people and make my Grandmaster and all my Uncles sad? I am ordered to guard the gate, how can I let you go up?"

Zhao Min, growing impatient, exclaimed, "Young Master Song is indeed commendable in his ambition and conduct, but utterly foolish, hahaha..."

Her speech was exceptionally pleasant to hear, and her sharp words made Song Qingshu blush and stare at her.

Seeing Yun Changkong standing side by side with her, the handsome man and beautiful woman complementing each other, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

This mindset stemmed from his lack of training, and also from his youthful skill and arrogance, which was overshadowed by the emergence of Yun Changkong in the martial arts world.

Another reason is his fickle nature. So, in the original story, when Zhang Wuji was showing off and winning applause, he still volunteered to go out on his own initiative, seemingly because of his feelings for Zhou Zhiruo and wanting to take the opportunity to eliminate his rival in love!

In reality, it stems from a lack of magnanimity, excessive jealousy, and an inability to tolerate peers who are better than oneself.

Therefore, seeing Zhang Wuji's awe-inspiring presence over masters like Kongxing, Abbess Miejue, and the great masters of Kunlun and Huashan, even though she was no match for him, she was eager to prove herself. As a result, she impulsively showed off her skills and ended up getting slapped in the face, becoming the object of everyone's ridicule.

Even his father, Song Yuanqiao, knew about that scene, and it was even more painful than killing his son.

However, Zhang Wuji gained applause and admiration, so from then on, even though Song Qingshu knew that he was his fifth uncle's son, he still regarded him as an enemy.

The same event can evoke different emotions in different people.

Seeing Song Qingshu's strange expression, Yun Changkong thought to himself, "This kid is too jealous. No wonder he can't amount to anything even with the best master in the world by his side. It seems I can't reason with him. I need to find a way to inform the Wudang Sect!"

Thinking of looking up into the distance, I saw a magnificent Taoist temple standing to my upper right. It must be the Wudang Zixiao Palace. Judging from the distance, it was only seven or eight miles away. I estimated that my whistling could reach the palace.

But Zhao Min had to be sent away first. So he secretly circulated his internal energy, gathering it in his dantian, and looked at the Kunlun disciples, saying, "Everyone, I have long admired the Kunlun sword technique. Today I came to Wudang Mountain only to repay a debt of gratitude. If I cause any trouble, it will be contrary to my original intention."

The Kunlun disciple glanced at Xihua Zi and Wei Si Niang.

Xi Hua Zi was about to speak when Wei Si Niang stopped him, saying, "I understand, and I believe everyone understands as well. Young Master Yun and this Mongolian woman have no romantic relationship. Our Kunlun Sect naturally wouldn't dare offend the young master! However, women can bring trouble, as has been the case since ancient times. Since this woman is the daughter of the Prince of Ruyang, she is an enemy of us Han people! There's nothing wrong with keeping her here!"
"For her sake, you've damaged our relationship, tarnishing your reputation and giving this woman her way!"

Zhao Min snorted, "I didn't realize you were so vicious. If Young Hero Yun sees me being kept here by you, hehe, it's not enough that your Kunlun Sect has shown off its power on Wudang Mountain; you'll also make him look like an ungrateful wretch! That's quite a feat!"

Yun Changkong said, “Everyone, I came to Wudang this time to repay Zhang Sixia for saving my whole family. Although she had bad intentions, she did save my life, which is a fact, so this debt must also be repaid!”

If I were to repay a favor and then forget it, I wouldn't have come up Wudang Mountain today!

So if you want to take her or arrest her, I can't see it and naturally can't control it, but if you take her in front of me, where will I, Yun Changkong, put my face?

This is the same principle as when Zhang Wuxia knew Xie Xun had killed countless people and deserved his punishment, yet he couldn't reveal where they were. It's because one must have principles, and we martial artists especially cannot be ungrateful! Right?

Upon hearing this, everyone agreed that it made sense. When Zhang Cuishan committed suicide, everyone cursed him for being bewitched by the beauty of a vixen, but no one said that he lacked the heroic spirit of a martial artist!

The Kunlun Eight Swords looked at Wei Si Niang.

Wei Si Niang nodded slightly. Ba Jian wanted to step back, but Xi Hua Zi suddenly shouted, "Yun Chang Kong, you are now embroiled in rumors. Now is the time to prove your true colors. If we keep this vixen, all the heroes in the world will know that you have forgotten your righteousness for the greater good, and no one will say that you value lust over righteousness or are infatuated with adultery!"

Upon hearing "illicit love," Zhao Min was both ashamed and angry, her pretty face flushed crimson. Pointing at Xi Hua Zi, she shouted, "You scoundrel, if you dare to gossip again, I'll... I'll definitely kill you!"

Xi Hua Zi sneered, "It's easy for me to not say anything; I can just kill him. But it's difficult to silence the public opinion. Young Master Yun, do you understand?"

He even put on an act as if he was doing it for Yun Changkong's own good. How could Yun Changkong not know that this was a malicious act? Whatever he did would become an excuse for others to attack him. His arrogance rose, and he sneered, "No one should think about using the world or the opinions of the masses to suppress me. Who I, Yun Changkong, am, is only known in my own heart. I don't need the world to judge me, and no one in this world can control me."

I only have one question: Will you, the Kunlun Sect, give way?

Xi Hua Zi said, "Since you insist on disregarding the greater good because of this Mongolian demoness, our Kunlun Sect has no choice but to offend you. As long as you break the formation, you can take this demoness wherever you want, we won't care! Draw your sword!"

Yun Changkong unsheathed his longsword and said loudly, "I have no intention of offending the Kunlun Sect and the Wudang Sect. It is because you have been forcing me that I have no choice but to take action. Get ready, I am going to take the sword from your hands!"

The long sword, still in its scabbard, extends diagonally outwards, with the tip of the scabbard touching the ground.

A Kunlun disciple said, "Your martial arts are exceptional, while mine are inferior. I am willing to learn from you before the Fang family. Please, demonstrate your skills!"

Taking half a step forward, the longsword shot straight at Yun Changkong's abdomen with a whoosh. The other seven men raised their arms and flicked their wrists, their swords flashing and bursting with countless sword flowers, all aimed at Yun Changkong.

Yun Changkong smiled slightly and said, "Alright!" He casually flicked the sheathed longsword at the blade that was stabbing towards his abdomen.

clang……

The man felt a heat in his hand, and a great force carried his body involuntarily, spinning him around and crashing into someone next to him. His lower body was very stable, but he still couldn't stop himself.

With a thud, it bumped into someone. That person then spun around and crashed into someone else.

Yun Changkong's sword sheath swayed around his body, and all eight of their swords were stuck together.

All that could be heard were cries of "Ouch!", "Eh!", and "Oh!" as the eight Taoist priests dropped their longswords and continued to spin in circles to the east, west, left, and right.
Yun Changkong shook his arm, and the eight longswords transformed into eight bolts of lightning, striking the trunk of a large tree by the roadside.

In an instant, only Xi Hua Zi, Wei Si Niang, and Yun Chang Kong were left standing face to face, neither of them knowing whether they should go up or not.

Everyone was shocked: "We thought the rumors were mostly false, but we didn't expect Yun Changkong to be so powerful?"

Song Qingshu frowned, thinking to himself, "How on earth did this person master such martial arts?"

Zhao Min stared at Yun Changkong, thinking, "If I could have half his abilities, that would be enough."

Xi Hua Zi couldn't help but shout, "We're all having a martial arts contest, what kind of sorcery are you using?!"

Yun Changkong chuckled coldly, thinking, "Sorcery? Hmph, what a fool!"

"Sorcery is unlikely!" Zhao Min laughed. "In my opinion, this is your Kunlun Sect's 'Spinning Top Sword Technique'."

At this point, the eight disciples of the Kunlun Sect spun around seven or eight times before finally stopping, feeling dizzy, nauseous, and with a tightness in their chest.

Enraged, Xi Hua Zi pointed at Zhao Min and said, "How dare you insult my Kunlun Sect!"

Yun Changkong said, "People are alive, but martial arts are dead. All martial arts in the world vary from person to person. Individual victory or defeat is not enough to determine the level of a school's martial arts!"

The implication is that I defeated you because you people were inferior, not because the Kunlun sword technique was inferior.

Hearing his words, the Kunlun disciples felt less frustrated and disheartened. They could now say, "We didn't beat Yun Changkong, it's not that Kunlun's martial arts are inferior."

Tang Wenliang exclaimed, "That's insightful!"

Yun Changkong smiled slightly.

Zhao Min looked at Yun Changkong and asked, "Can such exquisite sword techniques compensate for a lack of internal energy?"

Yun Changkong said, "That's right!"

Zhao Min continued, "So, sword techniques have shortcuts, and profound inner strength has no way to cheat, right?"

"No!" Yun Changkong shook his head and said, "Only those with profound internal strength can use clever tricks, but those with martial arts skills cannot!"

Even with profound skill, without practice, one cannot enhance the agility of martial arts!
But some people never practice internal energy cultivation, yet they can acquire the life-long internal strength of many top martial arts masters in just a few days or months. However, because their martial arts skills are too poor, or they don't know any martial arts at all, they are ineffective in actual combat!

The crowd seemed to understand but not quite; how could someone without martial arts skills possess internal energy?

Song Qingshu coldly said, "Miss, if you want to learn martial arts, find another place!"

Zhao Min didn't even glance at him, as if she hadn't heard a word he said, and simply looked at Yun Changkong. She was thinking how wonderful it would be if Yun Changkong could teach her martial arts!
Song Qingshu felt a little embarrassed and said, "Brother Yun's Tai Chi skill is superb and quite similar to our Wudang School's martial arts. I wonder where you learned it?"

Yun Changkong raised his sword-like eyebrows, and in an instant, his eyes flashed with a sharp light. Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat, and he took a step back, but quickly regained his composure.

Yun Changkong nodded and said, "A disciple of Wudang is indeed extraordinary. This is indeed Tai Chi energy, originating from the Quanzhen Sect!"

Yun Changkong knew from the way the eight people had just leaped out that they were using the Bagua formation, with their sword moves complementing each other and forming a unified whole, so that there was not the slightest gap in their sword techniques.

If he were to counter the sword techniques with an offensive move, it would not be possible to do so in a single move. However, while the sword techniques of eight people can protect each other's weaknesses, their footwork is not an option.

With his profound knowledge of the "Big Dipper Formation," he naturally knew that disrupting the opponent's footwork would easily break the formation. Therefore, he used a "Tai Chi force" when wielding his sword.

Just like a circular Tai Chi diagram, it went round and round, causing a Kunlun disciple to circle around himself, bumping into others, who in turn bumped into others, turning the eight people into spinning tops.

Wudang martial arts and Quanzhen martial arts belong to the same school, both using softness to overcome hardness, and Song Qingshu saw through this. It is not difficult to exert this kind of force, the difficulty lies in the precise control of the force, which Song Qingshu understood but could not do.

Yun Changkong looked at Zhao Min: "Alright, you've achieved your goal. Now go down the mountain!"

Zhao Min rolled her eyes at him and said, "What's my purpose?"

Chang Kong looked at everyone and said, "Everyone here is a master from a reputable sect, so naturally they wouldn't spout nonsense like those charlatans from the martial arts world."

They see our relationship perfectly clearly. Once we're down the mountain, someone will spread the word for you! Then you'll be completely innocent!

Zhao Min snorted and said, "Do you still remember what you said that day?"

Chang Kong said, "What are you saying? You should at least give me a hint!"

Zhao Min's eyes dimmed, and she said in a deep voice, "You've forgotten what you said, and I have to remind you? There's no such thing as a free lunch!"

Yun Changkong was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Then do as you please!"

He raised his longsword and looked at Song Qingshu: "Young Master Song, I have explained everything clearly. Aren't you going to inform him?"

"What?" Song Qingshu said, "You're going to force your way in if I don't inform them?"

Yun Changkong's dantian had long been filled with concentrated essence and energy. Suddenly, he raised his head and called out, "I am Yun Changkong, and I request an audience with Zhang Sixia of Wudang!"

His raising of his head was like a powerful dragon raising its head, his voice loud and clear, truly like the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon, echoing through the clouds. It is likely that the people in the Purple Cloud Palace will be able to hear it.

A buzzing sound filled everyone's ears, and they felt dizzy.

The birds flying all over the mountain were also disturbed, and they soared into the sky with a whoosh, as if a dark cloud had suddenly appeared and circled over Wudang Mountain.

Zhao Min was right next to him, and she stumbled and was about to fall.

Yun Changkong grabbed her and said in a low voice, "You should quit while you're ahead. If you don't leave now, and the Wudang Sect finds out what your family has been doing, I won't care anymore!"

Zhao Min took a great risk, indeed hoping to use the mouths of the Wudang, Kunlun, and Kongtong sects to clear herself of the rumors. But after hearing Yun Changkong's words, she felt very wronged. She broke free from his grasp and scolded, "What's so great about you? You think you understand everything? But in my eyes, you're just a clueless bastard!"

"Can't tell right from wrong?" Yun Changkong looked puzzled. This was the second time she had said this. "How am I unable to tell right from wrong?"

Xi Hua Zi laughed and said, "You prioritize petty principles over the greater good; isn't that just being unable to distinguish right from wrong?"

Zhao Min pointed at Xi Hua Zi and said, "Short, fat man, with so many mouths, the day you leave Wudang Mountain will be the day you die!" She stomped her foot and turned to leave.

Xi Hua Zi was furious: "You little thief, if you want to kill me, why bother coming down from Wudang Mountain!" With a shout, he swept across the sky and stabbed at Zhao Min.
His movements were extremely fast. Kunlun swordsmanship is known for its speed. Although this sword strike seemed to have been warned beforehand, it was actually launched suddenly. The sound of the blade cutting through the wind was very loud. His moves were swift and far more powerful than the previous eight moves.

Yun Changkong frowned, extended his longsword, and pressed it against Xihua Zi's sword.

A clear voice came from behind, saying, "Have mercy!" The voice was not loud, but each word was extremely clear.

Xi Hua Zi felt Yun Chang Kong's sword stick to him, his face turned purple, he took two steps back, shouted loudly, and swung his sword upwards.

Unexpectedly, Chang Kong suddenly withdrew his sword, and Xi Hua Zi's sword felt light, his strength lost, and the long sword suddenly flew out of his hand, drawing an arc and flying more than ten feet backward.

Losing his weapon, he couldn't stop himself and ended up squatting down on his bottom. Unexpectedly, Zhao Min flicked her wrist, and a bunch of golden needles flew out.

Xi Huazi's heart skipped a beat, but he was caught between two equally important matters and couldn't possibly dodge at this moment.

Yun Changkong flicked his sleeve, and an incredibly powerful force shot out, instantly sending a golden needle flying toward a side rock.

Clang, clang, clang, sparks fly.

Some were angry, some felt ashamed, and some admired.

Xi Hua Zi, having narrowly escaped death, was furious and about to unleash a torrent of curses when Wei Si Niang stopped him, saying, "Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?" With a wave of her hand, she and a group of Kunlun disciples drifted down the mountain.

Xi Hua Zi thought to himself that the other party's martial arts skills were far inferior to his own. He was only trying to humiliate the other party and bring honor to his sect because the Wudang sect had saved the Yun family's life. This was Wudang Mountain, a perfect combination of timing, location, and people.

If he continued to curse, the other party might not be so lenient and might even take his own life in a fit of anger. In addition, considering the identity of the person speaking behind him, he knew that it was Yu Lianzhou who had come, so he felt embarrassed and followed Wei Siniang.

Zhao Min bit her lip and stared at Yun Changkong, her pretty face pale, and said in a trembling voice, "He insulted us like that, why did you save him?"

Yun Changkong said, "Should we let him die?"

His words were quite confrontational with Zhao Min's.

In Yun Changkong's mind, whether Xihua Zi lived or died was not important, but how he died was.

When he was at Wudang Mountain, he put aside his own likes and dislikes and only sought to settle his debts with the Wudang Sect. If he killed someone's guest at Wudang Mountain and joined forces with the Mongolian princess, it would be a clear slap in the face to the Wudang Sect.

If he doesn't repay the kindness now, it's a clear disregard for his father and grandmother's teachings and an inability to fulfill his father Yunhe's long-cherished wish. What about his arm and his vow never to go to Wudang Mountain? Why did he come to Wudang Mountain and endure Song Qingshu?
Zhao Min's lips trembled: "Do you really have to go against me?"

Yun Changkong's eyebrows shot up, and he shouted, "Should I not oppose you and help you kill people?"

Zhao Min's heart skipped a beat, seemingly unsure how to respond. Her two cold, sharp eyes were fixed intently on Yun Changkong, a look that seemed to hold admiration, disdain, and anticipation all at once. She truly embodied the power of her expressive eyes.

Not only did a clever person like Yun Changkong understand, but others did too. Then, a cough was heard from behind, and the person who had spoken earlier said, "Young lady, Xi Hua Zi has already suffered greatly from losing his sword. It's only right to be forgiving when possible."

Zhao Min didn't even look at him, but only looked at Yun Changkong in front of her, and slowly said, "From now on, you repay the life-saving grace I gave you, and we are even!"

She pursed her lips, turned to look at the newcomer, and snorted, "Master Yun has quite the influence, inviting so many important figures." She then turned and sat down on a blue stone by the pine tree.

A look of surprise flashed in Yun Changkong's eyes as he thought, "What exactly is she trying to do?"

The people who came were all stunned when they heard Zhao Min's words.

A burly man suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter, exclaiming, "Excellent! Excellent! I never expected such an interesting girl to arrive on Wudang Mountain today! Qing Shu, why didn't you announce her arrival?"

Just as Song Qingshu was about to speak, Yun Changkong suddenly turned around, his lightning-fast gaze sweeping over the group. He saw that the newcomers were either plump and kind, tall and thin and stern, short and wiry, elegant and graceful, or imposing and imposing—each one extraordinary. He thought to himself, "Distinguished figures, their bearing is truly remarkable!"

He immediately clasped his hands and bowed, saying, "I am Yun Changkong. My rude behavior just now was truly out of my own hands. Please forgive me, seniors."

Song Qingshu raised an eyebrow, and the burly man cupped his hands and smiled, "You're too kind. Your skills are extraordinary. My master said that since a Shaolin master has arrived, it is only right that the five of us brothers come to welcome him. What crime have we committed?"

Yun Changkong's heart skipped a beat: "What a Zhang Sanfeng! Impressive!"

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