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

Chapter 86 Only the Yellow Crane Tower Remains

Peng Yingyu clasped her hands together and said, "Hero Yun has a mind as vast as the ocean, which this monk can hardly fathom. I only know that with Hero Yun's magnanimity, loyalty, and unparalleled skills, he can not only awe the martial arts world but also drive out the Tartars and restore our land!"

Yun Changkong smiled and said loudly, "Master Peng, what 'magnanimity and loyalty' have nothing to do with me."

I held back against the White-browed Eagle King only because the Sky Eagle Sect had a large and powerful force that could not be ignored against the anti-Yuan faction. Since the Eagle King was able to let go of his grudges, it was not unreasonable for me to stop while I was ahead.

The White-browed Eagle King founded his own sect, a fact known to everyone, young and old. He is himself, and the Ming Cult is the Ming Cult.

Fan Yao was the Right Envoy of the Ming Cult. I know that you Ming Cult members are all men of courage and integrity. His death is a provocation to both the dignity of the sect and personal loyalty!

If this matter is not resolved, a repeat of the Han River massacre from the other day is inevitable. This is not something I want to see!

"Today, heroes from all over the world have gathered here, including your Ming Cult's Protector King and the Five Wanderers and Five Elements Flag leaders. Let's settle this once and for all, and avoid any further involvement in the future!"

"To settle things?" Iron-Crowned Taoist smiled. "We know we are no match for you in a one-on-one fight."

Going up there would only result in losing your life instead of getting revenge!

But if we don't fight, we'll be seen as cowards who cling to life. Your move is far too clever!

Zhou Dian nodded and said, "That's right, you're clearly bullying me!"

The other Ming Cult members had gloomy faces and looked quite indignant. They felt that Yun Changkong was acting generously because he was relying on his unparalleled martial arts skills, which was really infuriating!
Yun Changkong chuckled and said casually, "In our martial arts world, we value one-on-one combat. This suggestion makes it sound like I'm just talking without any real understanding of the situation!"
"I am not some great saint or sage, but I am responsible for my actions. What I meant was that you Dharma Kings, Five Wanderers, and Flag Bearers can all attack us. Our fate is in the hands of Heaven, and all grudges will be settled here."

His words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky, leaving almost everyone present stunned.

Yun Changkong's martial arts skills are so high that no one in the Ming Cult can defeat him in a one-on-one fight. But if they all gang up on him, how can he possibly defeat the eight masters, Wei Yixiao, the Five Wanderers, Zhuang Zheng, and Tang Yang?
The crowd reacted in various ways upon hearing this.

Yun Changkong stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering in the wind. He seemed quite carefree and leisurely, with deep and unfathomable eyes. He stood alone on the field, and his every glance exuded an air of supreme authority over all heroes under heaven!
But a sudden surge of anger ignited within the Ming Cult members!
One against eight?

Zhou Dian's face was bloodshot as he stared intently at Yun Changkong, his eyes seemingly about to bleed. He slowly said, "Yun Changkong, you really think my Ming Cult has no one to rely on!"

Yun Changkong's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he looked at Zhou Dian and said, "In a one-on-one fight, you say I'm just showing off because of my superior martial arts. But when you all gang up on me, you say I look down on the Ming Cult!"

Yun Changkong sneered, "Today I'll tell you, not only the Ming Cult, but who among you here is worthy of my, Yun Changkong's, high regard?"

Upon hearing this, the assembled heroes were suddenly filled with shame and anger. Yun Changkong was truly arrogant; even when facing the heroes of the world, he still maintained an attitude of looking down on everyone else.

Ban Shuxian angrily rebuked, "You surnamed Yun! Are you really that arrogant? Do you think the major sects like Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei are all like this in your eyes?"

“Of course!” Yun Changkong laughed heartily.

Unable to fathom Changkong's intentions, Abbess Miejue glanced at Zhou Zhiruo and saw her brows furrowed, seemingly somewhat helpless.

This infuriated the Shaolin monk Kongxing.

In a flash, he was already in front of Changkong.

Among the four great monks of Shaolin, Kongjian was compassionate, but unfortunately he passed away the earliest; Kongwen was extremely shrewd and never showed his emotions; Kongzhi was narrow-minded.

Kongxing, in a daze, innocent and carefree, ignorant of worldly affairs, shouted loudly: "Boy, you are so arrogant, this old monk will have to learn your skills!" These words boomed into my ears, as loud as thunder.

With his left hand, his five fingers formed a claw, he reached out to grab Yun Changkong's chest. The grab stretched straight from wrist to fingertips, its force extremely fierce.

With a flick of his sleeve, Yun Changkong stepped diagonally across the ground and floated more than ten feet away.

If one move fails, then another must be made.

Kong Wen shouted, "Junior Brother, stop!"

Kongxing twisted his wrist and swayed his body, forcefully withdrawing his attack. He turned to the abbot, his face full of doubt, and said, "What's wrong? Senior brother, this kid is so arrogant..."

Kong Wen put his palms together and said, "Benefactor Yun has a purpose; let's hear what he has to say!"

He paused, then turned to Chang Kong and said, "Benefactor, you know there are tigers in the mountains, yet you pretend to be a woodcutter. You must not only be relying on your supernatural powers to subdue dragons and tigers. This old monk would like to hear your insightful opinion!"

Emptiness is unaware of worldly affairs, but it is obedient.

Hearing what the sect leader said, and seeing Yun Changkong's handsome and imposing appearance and extraordinary demeanor, he figured that Yun Changkong definitely did not intend to provoke Shaolin and the entire martial arts world. So he slowly lowered his hand.

Yun Changkong paused for a moment, then sighed, "I have no profound insights, but I do have a few humble ones. Please listen attentively and consider them."

In terms of martial arts skills, I can rival you all; but in terms of reputation and virtue, I am far inferior.

My father always said, "A man's ambition should lie in all corners of the world, especially in times of chaos. What kind of man is he if he cannot contribute to the cause of driving out the barbarians and restoring our land?"

Zhang Songxi said, "I deeply admire Chief Escort Yun, a hero and righteous man."

“Yes!” Mo Shenggu said, “As martial arts practitioners, if we cannot take this as our goal, we will be ashamed and have failed our sect.”

Yun Changkong nodded, his eyes calmly bright: "Although I am a man from the mountains, I have read extensively in history books."

If these Mongol Tartars could be driven away by one person alone, how could the previous dynasty, filled with highly skilled heroes, have failed? Zhang Sanfeng, a martial arts master whose brilliance shines through the ages, has been famous for over sixty years; why then do the Mongols still rule the country?

The group looked at each other in bewilderment.

Yu Lianzhou said, "This is because the Mongols are strong and powerful, unmatched by any dynasty in history. They are truly invincible!"

Chang Kong shook his head: "This is only a small aspect. There are more than ten or a hundred times more Han Chinese than Mongols. Our weapons in the Song Dynasty were no worse than theirs. The biggest reason for our defeat was the lack of unity among the people!"
The court's attitude towards the Mongols—whether to fight or make peace—was divided among factions, leading to infighting and preventing the court from uniting its forces.

The Beggars' Clan was the leading force among the heroes of the martial arts world. Although they defended Xiangyang for decades under the leadership of Master Guo and Chief Huang, there were also many who remained bystanders during this period.

And who has considered that Master Guo, leading so many Beggars' Sect members, also needs to eat, and who will provide for their food and supplies?
The imperial court didn't care; it was all thanks to that "female strategist" who raised funds from various sources that the situation was maintained for so many years.

However, this also wiped out the Beggars' Sect's savings accumulated over hundreds of years, severely damaging its vitality. Even now, a century later, it has been unable to recover.

I have done some research. The Beggars' Sect had more than 100,000 disciples at the end of the Song Dynasty, but now it only has tens of thousands. Is it because there are fewer people?
The truth is, we simply can't afford to raise them anymore.

"Now the Beggars' Sect has declined, while Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, and Ming Cult have all risen. Where were you before?"

He spoke of it so casually that everyone was left speechless with mixed feelings.

The Beggars' Sect is indeed not what it used to be.

It's important to understand that the Beggars' Sect is not just a place that accepts beggars, as many people believe. They have strict rules, a clean-clothes faction, and wealth, including many rich merchants and tycoons. If they all relied on begging for a living, they would all starve to death!
Would Qiao Feng, Hong Qigong, Huang Rong, and others really beg for food?

Then Chang Kong said, "You are all heroes of the martial arts world, full of ambition and aspirations, unlike me, an arrogant young man with no ambition. You must know better than me that whether the Han dynasty can rise up does not depend on the efforts of one person, but on the unity of the masses and the collective wisdom and strength of everyone."

But now! Because of our grudges, we all become like fighting cocks the moment we meet, each determined to fight to the death.

This is actually quite contradictory. If a martial artist can't act freely and vengefully, what's the point of practicing martial arts and mingling in the martial arts world?
But hatred never ends, especially in this situation, when everyone must expel the Tartars.
As the saying goes, "Starting a business is difficult, but maintaining it is not easy." Once someone rebels, one must not only consider the supply of food and troops, but also how to fight the enemy.

They also have to constantly guard against their own people, who fight each other for power and profit.

This is such a serious problem. Throughout history, countless uprisings have failed because of internal strife, squandering promising prospects and ultimately leading to defeat.

At this point, Yun Changkong looked at the Ming Cult: "You all should have a deep understanding of this."

Yun Changkong was unwilling to take the lead, so he stayed right there.

Putting aside other matters, just look at the rebel armies at the end of the Yuan Dynasty—how many betrayals were staged? Zhu Yuanzhang, Chen Youliang, Zhang Shicheng, and others were sworn brothers one moment, and then immediately turned on each other, betraying and killing, and then swallowing up their own allies to expand their power, demonstrating their ruthlessness and ingratitude to the fullest extent.

Then there were the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and other similar regimes, where people had to worry about dealing with enemies and also constantly guard against their own people, fighting each other to the death!
Yun Changkong abhorred this, so he was unwilling to be the leader and simply couldn't handle the responsibility!
"Amitabha!" Shuobude said, putting his palms together, "What Hero Yun said is truly enlightening."

“Yes, yes,” Zhou Dian said gruffly, “Our sect is leaderless and has suffered endless humiliation from others.”

Yun Changkong smiled, then turned his gaze to the Shaolin and Wudang people: "In any group, once there is internal strife, the middle-level people will suffer serious injuries, but they can recover after a while. However, if it is the upper-level people, the earth will shake and nothing will be accomplished."

The Shaolin Temple, recalling the bitter memory of Zen Master Ku Hui's departure from Shaolin, deeply sympathized with him.

"I, Yun Changkong, am a lone wolf. My actions are solely those of a person. Whether I live or die, or whether I treat 'expelling the Tartars' as just a slogan, it doesn't really affect the overall situation."

But you are all influential figures in the martial arts world, and how many people would willingly follow in your footsteps? Your every word and action has a profound impact.

If everyone acted impulsively like me, seeking only their own pleasure, how could we possibly achieve the great cause of expelling the Manchus?

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, "Hero Yun defeated the White-browed Eagle King with his might. His martial arts skills are evident to all. Moreover, he is exceptionally heroic and insightful. He is truly a rare and extraordinary person in the martial arts world."

In my opinion, we should immediately enthrone Hero Yun as the leader of the martial arts alliance…

"Nonsense! Yun Changkong has an ambiguous relationship with that Mongolian princess. If he were to become the leader of the martial arts alliance, wouldn't he be nurturing a festering sore and bringing trouble upon himself?"

"You're a menace to your mother! Come on, let's have a go..."

In an instant, some of the heroes started arguing and were about to come to blows.

"Gentlemen!" Yun Changkong clasped his hands in greeting and said, "Thank you for your kind words. What I said earlier was not for the purpose of becoming the leader of the martial arts alliance. I have no interest in such empty titles or power."

As soon as he said that, everyone felt as if he were speaking right next to their ear, and they all fell silent.

Yun Changkong said, "As the saying goes, a person without desires naturally possesses high moral character. I am not affiliated with any sect or faction now, so there are still some things I can say and some things I can still do. But once I have a clear identity, it will be different."

This has made many people dissatisfied!
It is true that I disregarded the greater good because of personal grudges.

I almost died at the hands of Fan Yao and Li Tianyuan, and I am willing to reconcile with the Tianying Sect. It's not because I'm magnanimous.

Rather, I know they harbor anti-Yuan sentiments and possess the power to do so. I myself am weary of the power struggles and wish to live a carefree life. However, to act for my own momentary pleasure and kill those who are truly capable would be irresponsible.

As Yun Changkong spoke, a smile spread across his face. He clasped his hands in a deep bow to the Ming Cult and said, "Right now, I am challenging the Ming Cult. It is not because I look down on your esteemed sect."

Actually, he just wanted to settle the score with Fan Yao in front of all the heroes.

I no longer need to worry about you avenging him. I can also help with your anti-Yuan cause within my power.

After all, since ancient times, the foundation for success is the emergence of talented individuals and concerted efforts!
If everyone harbors hatred, and while fighting the Tartars, someone might rekindle old grudges—whether by burning their supplies, kicking them when they're down, or refusing to help—and in the end, another chaotic battle will erupt!

He then looked around at the assembled heroes and said, "While it is true that some of you have grudges against the Ming Cult due to the improper actions of certain individuals, there are also subordinates of the Yuan Dynasty's Prince Ruyang who have been stirring up trouble in the martial world, increasing the hatred between you two!"

These words caused an uproar, and everyone began to discuss them.

Yun Changkong said, "The Prince of Ruyang harbors extreme hatred for us Han martial artists, believing that all the uprisings and rebellions are because of us. That's why fifteen years ago, the one who crushed Yu Sanxia's bones at the foot of Wudang Mountain was the Shaolin's ultimate technique, the 'Great Vajra Finger'!"

"Huh? What does that mean?"

The discussions erupted into a cacophony.
Abbot Kongwen's expression changed instantly, and he glanced at Master Kongzhi.

Master Kongzhi clasped his hands together and said, "Are you saying that it was my Shaolin Temple that did this?"

Chang Kong waved his hand: "If you want to crush bones and tendons, is Eagle Claw Kung Fu not enough, or Tiger Claw Hand not enough? Why insist on using the Vajra Finger that everyone can see at a glance? Isn't the intention obvious?"

Zhang Songxi clasped his hands together and bowed to Chang Kong, saying, "Are you saying that someone deliberately framed Shaolin Temple to make my Wudang Sect hostile and start a rebellion?"

“Zhang Sixia is right!” Chang Kong nodded and said, “The person who made this move is from the Mongol Vajra Sect. Their founder was the Fire-Worker Monk who stole Shaolin martial arts in the past.”

The moment the words left his mouth, everyone in Shaolin and Wudang was shocked.

The matter of Yu Daiyan puzzled them greatly, as the Vajra Finger technique could only be used by the three great monks of Shaolin and the Three Elders.

The Wudang school, however, believed that this finger strength could not be achieved by anyone other than the orthodox Shaolin practitioners. Both schools investigated, even consulting with the Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions.
It was only because they all knew that the Shaolin Temple's Fire-Worker Monk had secretly learned martial arts and killed the head monk of the Bodhidharma Hall, Master Kuzhi, that a great dispute broke out among the Shaolin masters, leading Master Kuzhi to travel to the Western Regions and establish the Western Regions Shaolin School.

However, when they inquired about the Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions, they learned that it had declined and that its disciples only studied Buddhism and were not skilled in martial arts. Only then did they realize that it was the disciple of the Fire-Worker Monk who had harmed Yu Daiyan.

"Outrageous!" Kongxing roared angrily, "This Fire-Worker Monk stole my Shaolin Kung Fu, and now he's using it to harm Wudang disciples and frame our temple! Where is he? Where is he!"

The heroes of Wudang also looked up at the sky.

Chang Kong frowned: "Is that even a question?"

Zhang Songxi said, "Could it be..."

Chang Kong nodded to him: "They are under the command of the Prince of Ruyang. I wanted to say this the day before yesterday, but please understand."

The Wudang heroes were not confused. Zhao Min was by their side the day before yesterday. If they were to reveal the truth, the consequences would be unimaginable in their anger. Zhao Min had also saved Yun Changkong's life, so he could not stand idly by. That would inevitably lead to a conflict, so he had no choice but to keep it a secret!

Yun Changkong's gaze shifted: "I'm telling you all this to let you know that the situation is not optimistic. There's a group of people hiding in the shadows."

"A group?" Kong Zhi asked doubtfully, "You mean there's more than one expert with such finger strength?"

Chang Kong said, "Of course, in my opinion, that master of the Vajra Finger technique is not necessarily inferior to the monk Kongxing!"

Kongxing's face flushed red: "You dare underestimate me!"

Chang Kong smiled slightly.

Kong Wen said, "Excellent, excellent! Benefactor Yun has resolved our doubts of fifteen years. This old monk bows in gratitude!" He then clasped his hands in prayer and bowed.

Chang Kong clasped his hands and bowed, saying, "I dare not!"

He straightened up and said, "Experts, that's just a small part. They also have a sleeping potion called 'Ten Fragrant Tendon-Softening Powder.' This drug is colorless and odorless, and no matter how deep your internal strength is, or even if you are immune to all poisons, you cannot resist it!"

"what!……"

The heroes were quite surprised.

Chang Kong said, "Fortunately, this medicine is not easy to prepare, and they don't have much of it. If everyone takes strict precautions in the future, it shouldn't be a problem!"
However, the Yuan court not only faced external forces but also internal factors. While we were fighting like the snipe and the clam, they could be the fishermen.

Even if we know it, we have no choice but to do it the way they want us to.

It's simply because they've grasped our nature as江湖人 (jianghu people) who crave swift justice and revenge!
But if you want to dominate and play politics, you have to be ruthless, merciless, and willing to do anything!

This is the principle of Heaven having no relatives; parents can be abandoned, brothers and sisters can be killed, and subordinates are even less likely to be spared!
Of course, not everyone can do this kind of thing!

Therefore, I can only place my hopes on the heroes and valiant warriors of the Ming Cult. Gentlemen, will you still avenge Fan Yao?

The assembled heroes all looked over.

The Five Wanderers and the Five Elements Flags fell silent.

Each of them was a man who had dedicated his life to accomplishing great things; the priorities of the overall situation were clear in an instant. They all felt that even if they managed to kill Yun Changkong, it would be utterly dishonorable. Besides, how many of them would die here anyway?

The Ming Cult was already fragmented. If they were to die, how could these martial arts sects and their former enemies not extinguish the sacred flame that had been passed down for thirty-two generations?
Wouldn't that make them all major sinners of the Ming Cult?
Prioritizing brotherhood over the Ming Cult inevitably reveals selfishness and is not the benevolent and chivalrous spirit of a great hero.

But if it's said that they're not seeking revenge, even Fan Yao, as the esteemed Envoy of Light, can let it go; others need not even be mentioned.

These righteous sects and heroes probably thought that the Ming Cult was afraid of Yun Changkong's superhuman skills!
This put them in a dilemma.

Shuobude put his palms together and said, "Hero Yun, this matter is too big. Our Ming Cult currently has no leader and the Left Guardian of Light is the most respected. We cannot make a decision on our own! Please allow us to discuss this!"

Yun Changkong chuckled and said, "Master, you're not being honest! If Yang Xiao could be the head of the Ming Cult, wouldn't he have become the leader long ago?"

"Yes!" Zhou Dian roared angrily, "You bald monk, what the hell are you talking about! What is that brat Yang Xiao? Does he think he can control us Five Wanderers? If we want to go, we'll go. At worst, we'll die here. If we don't want to go, then we won't go. What the hell is this 'Left Guardian of Light'? He's so damn bright!" Back then, for the position of sect leader, the Five Wanderers fought fiercely with Yang Xiao. Yang Xiao shattered the left shoulder of the Iron-Crowned Taoist, and the Five Wanderers swore they would not go to Bright Peak.

Chang Kong said, "Alright, stop arguing. But I want to tell you that I have given you the chance to swarm and take revenge today. If you don't come this time, then this grudge will be wiped clean. If you keep holding on to it, then it will be the Ming Cult's fault."

Just as Zhou Dian was about to speak, Peng Yingyu grabbed his sleeve and said urgently, "Zhou Dian, this is a matter of great importance. Is it something you can handle alone?"

He had no choice but to cover Zhou Dian's mouth and say, "Master Yun, you go ahead with your work."

Yun Changkong said, "Today, I'll just speak frankly. Fan Yao almost killed me, and I was also injured. Fighting eight people alone, I was risking my life."

But who in this world doesn't become a ghost? Where in the green hills doesn't someone get buried? Some things require risking one's life!

But if you don't come now, and then plot against me behind my back, I will extend my hatred to everyone in the Ming Cult, from the highest levels to the lowest members. From this day forward, I will do only one thing: kill Ming Cult members, one by one!
Don't accuse me of arrogance or speaking without principle. If you can't even manage your own subordinates, if you can't even enforce the most basic rules of obedience, then what about driving out the barbarians and restoring our land? Wouldn't that be a joke?

The Ming Cult members were initially furious upon hearing this, but they also felt that it made sense.

Indeed, they were all high-ranking members of the Ming Cult. If they decided not to seek revenge against Chang Kong, and someone still wanted to, that would be disobeying orders. How could they then go to the battlefield to fight?
Yun Changkong turned and walked towards the Kunlun Sect, saying, "If you two wish to avenge your disciple, please do so!"

Ban Shuxian remained unmoved and coldly said, "Does Your Excellency believe that because the Demonic Sect is wary of each other and does not avenge its members, all other martial arts practitioners are easy to bully and humiliate?"

Yun Changkong chuckled lightly: "My heart is as clear as the moon. Think what you want. I'm just asking you, will you take revenge?"

Ban Shuxian felt blood rush to her face and her mind was buzzing. Although she had said those words, she did not have the courage to draw her sword at this moment.

It is known that Ban Shuxian and He Taichong's master, Bai Luzi, died at the hands of the Ming Cult. Although the real culprit is unknown, the Kunlun Sect members have always suspected that it was Yang Xiao.

A year ago, they had met Yang Xiao and even launched a sneak attack on him when he was in a state of mental confusion and unconsciousness. However, Zhang Wuji saved him and, although he wounded Yang Xiao, they did not dare to pursue him.

If they were so wary of Yang Xiao, how could they not be afraid of Yun Changkong now?
They were also top-tier experts, and they understood perfectly well that Yun Changkong's ability to defeat Yin Tianzheng within two hundred moves meant that the opponent's every move was perfectly executed. What terrifying level of martial arts skill was that?

Seeing that they didn't move, Yun Changkong nodded: "Then I'll do it!"

With a single step, his robes fluttered even without wind.

He Taichong trembled at the sound, and Ban Shuxian's eyebrows furrowed, her hand pressing on the hilt of her sword.

Suddenly, Zhang Songxi called out, "Wait!"

Chang Kong looked over.

He stepped forward and said, “Sect Leader He, Madam He, you are both renowned swordsmen with decades of experience. Young Hero Yun has just had a fierce battle with the White-browed Eagle King. If you were to make a move now, wouldn’t that be an unfair victory? In that case, the Kunlun Sect would truly be underestimated!”

These words surprised all the heroes present.

Some people wore expressions that were neither a smile nor a frown.

He Taichong and his wife exchanged a glance, remaining silent.

If we were to fight, I know I would be no match for them!
Zhang Songxi's words at this moment gave them a much-needed boost. But who couldn't see through his bluff?

It seemed she had no choice but to accept this favor, which left Ban Shuxian feeling ashamed and angry, with a belly full of unspeakable sour and stifling resentment!
Zhou Dian, somewhat gloating, called out from afar, "Here's a way out for you, now take it!"

Ban Shuxian glared fiercely at He Taichong.
He Taichong nodded slightly: "What Zhang Sixiaman said is correct. We'll discuss this matter later."

Ban Shuxian said resentfully, "Go!"

With a swift movement, it vanished into the distance.

He Taichong grunted and nodded, saying, "Okay!"

With a sway, he and his shadow transformed into a streak of yellow light and floated away, walking side by side with Ban Shuxian.

Zhou Dian burst into laughter!

The assembled heroes were amazed by the Kunlun Sect's superb lightness skill, which was indeed unparalleled in the martial arts world!

The Kunlun Sect disciples were stunned for a moment, then realizing their sect leader was in danger, they quickly followed him with lightning speed.

Ban Shuxian clearly intended to vent all her pent-up resentment on her husband. Whether it was kneeling as punishment or some other strange Kunlun Sect technique, outsiders didn't know, but they did have some understanding!
Zhang Songxi cupped his hands and said, "I hope that from today onwards, the Kunlun Sect and Young Hero Yun can turn hostility into friendship!"

Yun Changkong watched them disappear, thinking to himself, "Hopefully, this will be useful."

Abbess Miejue frowned and asked, "Zhiruo, do you understand what he means?"

Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful eyes were filled with confusion as she said, "I don't know."

Abbess Miejue glanced at her and sighed almost imperceptibly.

They actually knew!
Yun Changkong did this in order to resolve the feud between the righteous and the demonic!
After all, he has grudges against both the righteous and the demonic. If the grudges against him can be resolved, why can't the grudges against others be resolved?

Suddenly, the three Shaolin monks chanted the Buddha's name in unison: "Amitabha!"

When Yun Changkong turned around, he saw that the sleeves of the monk Kongzhi's robe had bulged up, like a small red sail.

He slowly said, "Please accept my palm, benefactor." His right palm slowly extended.

The monk Kongzhi was renowned in the martial arts world for his palm strikes. At this moment, he unleashed his full power, pouring all his strength into his palm strike. The force surged and boiled like a raging sea, crashing straight towards Yun Changkong.

Before the palm strike even arrived, the wind from the palm enveloped Yun Changkong's entire body, creating a fierce gust of wind. The assembled heroes saw Yun Changkong's sleeves fluttering wildly.

Yun Changkong was not to be underestimated either. He smiled slightly, his eyes gleaming, his stance slightly lowered, and he threw a punch.

"Arhat Subduing Tiger Fist!"

The Shaolin monks were greatly surprised.

This was because Kongzhi's palm strike was incredibly powerful, and it was the "Mount Sumeru Palm".

It should be noted that although the 72 Shaolin Arts are renowned throughout the world, some are difficult and some are easy.

Techniques like the "Mount Sumeru Palm" are considered difficult. Needless to say, the user must have incredibly profound internal strength. Before unleashing the palm, one must also sink the waist, sit in a horse stance, and concentrate for a long time before gathering internal energy in the dantian!
Kong Zhi unleashed a powerful palm strike, but unexpectedly, Yun Changkong countered with an external martial art, the "Arhat Subduing Tiger Fist."

It's too late to say, then soon!
Before their hands even touched, their strength collided, and a loud bang was heard, followed by a surge of energy.

Zhang Songxi was several feet away, but the side wind made him feel suffocated. He quickly retreated.

As he stepped back, he saw Yun Changkong and the monk Kongzhi exchange blows with a loud pop. Yun Changkong swayed slightly, while Kongzhi let out a strange cry and flew out flatly.

The crowd watched as Kong Zhi flew more than two zhang away before landing. After landing, he took three steps back before finally standing still. His eyes were full of surprise, his face was ashen, and his breathing was heavy.

The assembled heroes were utterly astonished; was the difference between the two really that great?

It shouldn’t be!

Kongxing called out, "Senior brother, are you alright?"

Kongzhi was speechless.
He had just exchanged blows with Yun Changkong and felt that the other party's internal strength was extremely profound. At the same time, he sensed that this internal strength was indeed closely related to the martial arts of his own school.

In an instant, he felt as if it were "Luohan Chunyang Gong", "Damo Shen Zhang" and "Nianhua Zhi Jin". Before he could even process it, he felt that the power of the palm he had sent out had vanished without a trace, as if it had been dissolved by the other party.

Startled, Kongzhi quickly withdrew his palm and flew back. After landing, he circulated his inner energy and was too preoccupied to speak.

Master Kongwen was stunned, completely bewildered!
Master Kongxing let out a chuckle, then rose into the air like a giant bird, reaching out towards the vast sky.

With a sharp whistling sound, Kongxing moved with incredible speed, like a blue dragon emerging from the water, and in a flash he appeared in front of Changkong, grabbing his face with his right hand and grabbing his waist with his left.

This attack was extremely fast, a deadly move of the "Dragon Claw Hand," with incredibly sharp finger strikes specifically designed to break through all kinds of protective qi.

Even with Zhang Wuji's fully mastered Nine Yang Divine Skill, he was still scratched until he bled profusely, which shows how powerful it was.

However, Yun Changkong's movements were also incredibly fast. He dodged to the side and grabbed Kongxing's wrist with his right hand.

Kong Wen and the others exclaimed "Eek!" in unison, their voices filled with surprise and admiration.

Yun Changkong's grab was just like Kongxing's, also a "dragon claw hand," incredibly fast.

With a turn, Kongxing deftly escaped Changkong's claws. Yet, he launched another fierce attack, his claws darting about, cunning and ruthless, his energy truly surging like a tide, unrestrained and unbridled.

Yun Changkong had no power to fight back except to retreat and dodge.

The "Thirty-Six Forms of Dragon Claw Hand" is a martial art that the Shaolin School has honed over hundreds of years and can be considered invincible. All Shaolin monks and lay disciples can learn it, but their skill levels vary.

Kongxing's mastery of the Dragon Claw Technique surpasses that of his senior brothers Kongwen and Kongzhi, and even his senior brother Kongjian back then.

At this moment, Yun Changkong attacked with every move, retreating step by step, his finger strikes whistling.

The crowd stared intently at the two, and saw that Kongxing was like a gray dragon pouncing fiercely, his moves were dense and his claws were powerful. He clearly had the upper hand, but he just couldn't catch Yun Changkong.

Kongxing was greatly frustrated. In his middle age, he had encountered many formidable enemies, but as long as he used the Dragon Claw Hand, he always gained the upper hand and won within twelve moves. From the thirteenth move onwards, he only practiced it in his daily life and never used it in actual combat.

However, even after using more than thirty moves, constantly changing tactics such as "Catching Shadows," "Playing the Qin," "Playing the Se," "Criticizing the Neck," "Pounding the Void," "Embracing the Remnant," "Defending the Deficiency," and "Catching the Wind" in a rapid and continuous attack, he still could not succeed.

Yun Changkong could occasionally strike with just one move, always targeting Kongxing's weaknesses. Kongxing had no choice but to defend himself, and what was even more infuriating was that Yun Changkong used the "Dragon Claw Hand" technique.

Kong Wen, Kong Zhi, Abbess Miejue, and others watched as Yun Changkong, being experts in martial arts, realized that Yun Changkong's strength lay not in his moves, but in his internal energy cultivation. Every move Yun Changkong made seemed to be within their expectations, and a moment's carelessness would allow him to take advantage of the situation.

Although Kongxing had a high talent for martial arts, he was ignorant of worldly affairs. He was puzzled and asked, "Where did you learn the Dragon Claw Hand?"

"You taught me!" Chang Kong said, reaching for Kong Xing's left hand with his right.

"I don't believe it!" Kongxing hurriedly used the "Cloud-Grabbing Style" to block the opponent's attack, showing extreme ruthlessness.

Everyone cheered loudly.

The two continued to make moves as they talked.

At this moment, Yun Changkong had already learned the "Thirty-Six Styles of Dragon Claw Hands" and suddenly shouted, "Be careful!" His right hand suddenly grabbed and swung, like playing five strings, grabbing towards Kongxing.

"The zither playing style!" Kongzhi exclaimed in surprise.

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As their claws met, Kongxing felt a heat in his hand and suddenly sensed a sticky force emanating from the other's hand, as if trying to pull him off course.

Yun Changkong suddenly smiled and grabbed the other person's "Quepen acupoint" with his left hand.

Kong Zhidao said, "The Cloud-Grabbing Style."

Kongxing didn't take it to heart and casually reached out to try and block it. Unexpectedly, Changkong's left hand trembled and he used the "Snatching the Pearl" technique. The attack was elusive, and in a flash, his hand was already pressing on Kongxing's temple.

This is the vital point of human speech. Chang Kong only touched it lightly, and Master Kongxing's mind went blank, and he was about to fall down.

Yun Changkong pressed down on his shoulder, his body floating several feet away, and he put his palms together and said, "Amitabha!"

Kongxing possessed profound internal strength. With a push from him, he regained his footing but was still stunned.

Apart from the top-tier experts, the other participants in the arena hadn't clearly seen Kongxing die once, so they didn't know the outcome and therefore didn't cheer.

After a long while, Kongxing put his palms together and said, "Benefactor Yun's Dragon Claw Hand is far superior to mine. I admire you greatly."

Chang Kong clasped his hands together and said, "Master's Dragon Claw Hand is perfect, but it's a pity that he is too stubborn and ruthless, and his adaptability is slightly lacking. You think that I don't use my left hand because I underestimate you, but actually I'm waiting for the crucial moment. Master's mind is too straightforward. If he encounters a cunning and powerful enemy, he will inevitably suffer a loss."

"Insufficient adaptability!" Kongxing paused for a moment: "Too straightforward!"

As soon as Yun Changkong exchanged blows with him, he realized that his martial arts skills and internal strength were no less than those of A-San from the Vajra Sect.

In the original storyline, he was killed by him, which was due to the ruthlessness and opportunism of the Indian.

Master Kongwen stepped forward, put his palms together, and asked, "What is the name of Benefactor Yun's internal skill, and where did you learn it from? Could you please tell me?"

Chang Kong smiled slightly and said, "This skill is called the Arhat Subduing Demon Skill. As for its origin, it comes from an unknown high monk in your temple. That's all I know!"

"Amitabha!" Kongwen glanced at his two junior brothers.

The three monks exclaimed in unison, "Excellent, excellent!" and with a flick of their sleeves, they vanished.

Everyone was stunned, and Yuanyin and the others hurriedly followed.

Yun Changkong said, "Master, aren't you going to say something? Don't you want me to return it?"

Kong Wen smiled and said, "Benefactor, you have a hidden Buddha-nature, which makes you one of my disciples. This Arhat Subduing Demons, as the name suggests, means that we cannot subdue the demons in our hearts. It is all due to fate that the high monk was able to pass it on to you."

What difference does it make whether this merit is returned or not?

Losing something is not something to grieve over, nor is gaining something to be proud of.

We have spent our lives cultivating ourselves, yet we are harmed by the seven emotions, six desires, and three poisons, and cannot empty our minds of all thoughts. This practice is harmful to Shaolin!

If I were to cling to anything, I would be attached to appearances!

The assembled heroes all understood that Yun Changkong had used Shaolin martial arts throughout his battles against Kongzhi and Kongxing, thus causing no damage to Shaolin's reputation.
When he subdued Yin Tianzheng, he used the "Heavenly Net" lightness skill to let them know that in addition to Shaolin and Quanzhen martial arts, he also had the skills of other schools. If they turned against him, it might not be good for Shaolin Temple.

As soon as Kong Wen finished speaking, Kong Zhi and Kong Xing's voices rang out again.

"Amitabha! Good, good!"

“Benefactor Yun, if you have the time, please visit Shaolin Temple so that this old monk may humbly learn from you again.”

The three Shaolin monks were nowhere to be seen, but their voices still carried.

"Amitabha!" Chang Kong clasped his hands together and bowed to Abbess Miejue, saying, "Abbess, everyone, we shall meet again!"

With a flick of his sleeve, a gentle breeze arose, and the person was gone, vanished like a wisp of smoke. The wonder of his lightness skill was beyond the reach of all.

Zhou Dian suddenly shouted, "Are you just leaving like that? Aren't you going to fight anymore?"

"Bullshit!" Leng Qian simply said two words.

Zhou Dian spat and said, "I dare to brag? You're all scared to death!" Then he laughed and said, "Let's go, let's go down the mountain and rebel!"

Although the heroes had various grudges against the Ming Cult, they were moved by Yun Changkong's chivalrous heart and lost all desire for revenge, so they went down the mountain.

Soon, the bustling summit of Snake Hill was left with only the Yellow Crane Tower standing majestically.

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