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

Chapter 94 Valuable Things Should Not Be Spoken Lightly
The moon was as bright as day.

Seeing Zhao Min's expression, Yun Changkong suddenly grasped her slender hand and said solemnly, "Minmin, believe me, I knew nothing about this, and I had no such intention."
Besides, no one can force me to do something I don't want to do, not even Shi Huolong, Abbess Miejue, or even my father.

These words shocked all the female disciples of Emei.

Yun Changkong was indeed willing to commit such a heinous act as a traitor for the sake of this woman!
No one knows a son better than his father, that's absolutely true!
Zhou Zhiruo's expression shifted rapidly, sometimes angry, sometimes sad.

She was also a beauty, seemingly gentle but actually proud and arrogant. It was only after Zhao Min told her that she was ugly that she couldn't help but step forward.

Upon seeing Zhao Min, she was also observing her intentionally or unintentionally, noticing her unparalleled beauty and radiant charm.

Under the moonlight, she looked like a fairy from the moon palace, her white robes fluttering in the breeze.

Zhou Zhiruo, who was always proud of her looks, couldn't help but think, "No wonder Yun Changkong defied the world to be with her; she is such a beauty!" Her expression was complex and hard to read.

Zhao Min stared at the sky with her big eyes wide open. Her face was surprisingly calm, without any particular expression. After staring at him for a while, she suddenly said, "Do you think I care about this?"
I want to know, three years ago, did you tell Abbess Miejue that you wanted to marry Miss Zhou?

Yun Changkong was startled.
It should be noted that Zhao Min did not take Yun Changkong's marriage plans seriously at all.

After all, she had told Yun Changkong more than three years ago that he should marry someone. However, Yun Changkong said he had no such intention and wanted to become a monk. Zhao Min knew that he had no one in mind, which is why she willingly abandoned her family and ran away with him, shamelessly and depravedly pledging her life to him.

Just now, Yun Changkong also expressed his feelings, saying that the matter with Zhou Zhiruo was pure nonsense, and she believed it.

However, at this moment, he heard from the Emei disciples that Yun Changkong was going to marry Zhou Zhiruo, which was after he had met her.

Zhao Min already felt greatly deceived, and since Yun Changkong had never said these words to her before, she felt inferior to Zhou Zhiruo, which made her feel desperate and heartbroken.

When Zhao Min asked this question, her eyes met Yun Changkong's. His heart pounded wildly. Looking into Zhao Min's clear, autumn-water-like eyes, he suddenly felt guilty and quickly looked away, inwardly groaning.

Yun Changkong was carefree and never paid attention to details, so he didn't think of this for a moment.

Only then did he realize that Zhao Min was arrogant and conceited, always wanting to be better than others. This led him to focus on the words he had spoken three years prior.

However, that matter involved the privacy of Abbess Miejue and others, and Zhou Zhiruo was also present, so it was not appropriate to explain it in public.

But Yun Changkong was quick-witted and immediately said, "I think I mentioned this before, but you know, I was injured by your men and my mind was somewhat confused..."

Just then, Jingxuan shouted, "Yun Changkong, you shameless bastard! You were perfectly fine at General Yang's Temple in Zhuxian Town, and you weren't injured at all. We saw it with our own eyes. Are we all blind?"

Chang Kong retorted, "How could others possibly know whether I was injured or not?"

Jingxu sneered, "The other day, your father and Chief Shi came to propose marriage. My master just said that you told her in Zhuxian Town that you intended to marry Junior Sister Zhou."

She felt that you and Junior Sister Zhou were still too young and did not agree to the marriage. However, she truly regarded you as her Emei Sect's son-in-law, which is why she told you the secret that the Emei Sect Leader did not pass on. Since the two of you are willing to propose marriage, she is willing to help make it happen.

Could it be that my master is also out of his mind, spouting nonsense? Hmph, what eloquent words, utter rubbish!

You should know that when Yun Changkong said he wanted to marry Zhou Zhiruo, it was just a whim when he saw that Abbess Miejue wanted him to ask Yin Tianzheng about Xie Xun's whereabouts. He wanted to see if he was good enough to be used as a honey trap by Abbess Miejue.

After all, Abbess Miejue had Zhou Zhiruo use her beauty to seduce Zhang Wuji, so she had a comparative feeling, which is why she said that. But later, Abbess Miejue said it was just a joke.

However, Jingxuan and the others were unaware of this matter. They only saw Abbess Miejue tell Shi Huolong and Yunhe, who had come to propose marriage, that Yun Changkong also wanted her to marry Zhou Zhiruo to him. Since the two of them had come, she would grant their request.

The Emei disciples only knew that Yun Changkong had long harbored feelings for Zhou Zhiruo, and never imagined that Xie Xun's affairs would be involved. Now that Yun Changkong was talking about Zhao Min, they were even more furious.

Jingxu shouted, "Yun Changkong, a philandering, arrogant, heartless, and unfaithful man like you, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, will be despised by everyone!"

Yun Changkong knew that the misunderstanding had already occurred, but if he were to explain in public that he had made a joke about Zhou Zhiruo's reputation, he would really humiliate Abbess Miejue and the Emei Sect, and even spit on them.

Therefore, even though they scolded him severely, he was not angry at all, but only sighed inwardly: "Alas, it's all my fault for being so foul-mouthed, which caused this mess!"

At that moment, he suddenly understood the principle of "not speaking lightly when one is of high status". He used to be an ordinary person who only spoke for the sake of pleasure and never considered the impact of his words and actions!
Now that his martial arts skills are high and his reputation is great, he is no longer an ordinary person, so he must be careful what he says.

It wasn't until this time, when Yun Changkong encountered something unexpected that caused him a lot of trouble, that he had a profound realization: he must never talk nonsense for the sake of a fight!
Seeing Yun Changkong being severely reprimanded by the Emei Sect, Zhao Min immediately felt sorry for him. Her gaze shifted, and she said with a stern face, "Your Emei Sect claims to be a prestigious and righteous sect, but it turns out you are just a fraud!"

"What did you say?" Jingxu was furious that this Mongolian demoness dared to insult her own sect. She shouted, "I think you're courting death!" Her steps were swift as she closed in.

With a whoosh, a whisk shot out and swept towards Zhao Min's left shoulder.

She is ranked third in the Emei Sect, and her whisk contains profound internal strength, making her power extremely fierce.

If it were anyone else, Yun Changkong would have killed her with a single blow if they dared to hit his woman in front of him. But the person in front of him was a disciple of the Emei Sect, and he was in the wrong. Although he was furious, he could only wave his sleeves and leave.

With a gust of wind, Jingxu felt a difficulty in breathing.

boom,
Jingxu, holding a whisk, took three steps back, her internal organs churning. She bit her lip and glared fiercely at Yun Changkong.

Jingxuan drew his longsword with a swift motion and shouted, "Are you determined to turn against my Emei Sect for the sake of this demoness?"

Yun Changkong shook his head repeatedly and said, "Heaven and earth bear witness, I have absolutely no such intention. I have great respect for the Emei Sect!"

At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo stepped forward and held her senior sister's arm, saying, "Young Master Yun, it is my senior sister and I who have come at an inopportune time, disturbing your private time. However, my master has come here not for personal matters, but to discuss an important matter of the martial arts world with Young Master Yun."

"Another major event in the martial arts world?" Yun Changkong was taken aback. "What major event could there be at this time? Wasn't the siege of Bright Peak already arranged?"

Zhao Min was both shocked and furious upon hearing this. Her beautiful eyes flashed with fire as she thought to herself, "What a weak and delicate heroine Zhou! Doesn't this imply that I only know how to do petty womanly things? Aren't you ashamed?"

Zhao Min understands everything, but she loses her composure and cannot control herself when she encounters Yun Changkong. At this moment, feeling guilty, she steps forward and says solemnly, "Since this is a major event in the martial arts world, I have long admired the Emei Sect's martial arts, which are renowned throughout the martial arts world. Today, I am fortunate to have met them and would like to learn from Lady Zhou!"

Jingxuan and Jingxu exchanged a glance. They both knew that their master often referred to herself as Junior Sister Xu, saying that she had exceptionally high comprehension and was progressing rapidly. They believed that the future prosperity of their sect would largely depend on her. Zhao Min was about the same age as her and was certainly no less capable than her.

However, with Yun Changkong's help, how could they possibly defeat him?
At that moment, Zhou Zhiruo's eyes lit up.

Yun Changkong cried out inwardly, "This is terrible!"

She knew that Zhao Min was angry with Zhou Zhiruo, but Zhou Zhiruo was no ordinary person.

Therefore, Yun Changkong quickly winked at Zhou Zhiruo, while holding Zhao Min's hand and saying, "My relationship with Miss Zhou is completely innocent. Why do you have to fight with her? We should focus on taking care of our health."

Zhao Min's face immediately lit up with a smug smile, but then something seemed amiss. Her expression suddenly changed, and she said, "Does this have anything to do with your innocence? What's wrong with my body? Isn't it normal for us to spar in the martial arts world?"

His gaze turned to Zhou Zhiruo: "Miss Zhou, if you don't dare, just say something. Do you think I can force you?"

Jingxuan raised one palm to his chest, uttered a low Buddhist chant, and said, "Junior Sister Zhou, the disciples of Emei would rather die than submit. Just watch and see what this demoness is capable of."

"Yes!" Zhou Zhiruo bowed to her two senior sisters, "Then please help me out." Turning to Yun Changkong, she said with a smile, "I was impolite and would like to ask this sister for her expert skills."

Yun Changkong knew this girl wanted him to step aside, but he was troubled as to how to calm the fight between the two in such a hurry. He couldn't very well just knock her to the ground.

Suddenly, Zhao Min sneered, "You don't need to secretly name people. Between you and me, whoever gets help from others is a dog!"

Zhou Zhiruo said softly, "The world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be. With your sharp tongue, I'm really afraid that someone will be bewitched by you and break the rules of the martial world!"

Zhao Min giggled so hard her body trembled, and Zhou Zhiruo smiled slightly as well.

The two women stared at each other, their eyes gleaming, yet both wore smiles, as if they were vying for attention. Yun Changkong couldn't help but curse inwardly, "These two are truly sworn enemies. They are clearly complete strangers, yet their eyes are filled with murderous intent, as if they were mortal enemies, and they can still smile!"

Zhao Min laughed for a while, her cheeks flushed, her beautiful eyes sparkling, and said, "Brother Yun, if I were to kill this Miss Zhou, would you hate me?"

Chang Kong's heart tightened, and he said, "No, it's fine for you to spar, but you must not have any intention to kill each other!"

Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly, but smiled and said, "As long as no one else intervenes, it won't be easy for you, sister, to kill me!"

Suddenly, Zhao Min swayed, her right wrist flicked, and her jade palm seemed to flash with white light.

At the same time, he used his right foot in a "Kui Xing Kicks the Dipper" move, striking Zhou Zhiruo's lower abdomen.

Seeing that she was attacking her right shoulder and lower abdomen at the same time, Zhou Zhiruo sprang back eight feet.

Zhao Min sneered and quickly gave chase.

Zhou Zhiruo raised her left palm, and her right palm emerged from under her left palm, sending a gust of wind towards Zhao Min's face.

Her move, a feint combined with a real attack, was extremely skillful.

Zhao Min dodged to the side, lightly touched the ground with her right foot, and lunged forward again. In that quick movement, Zhou Zhiruo's palm strike missed, and Zhao Min unleashed three palm strikes and two kicks in an instant.

Yun Changkong exclaimed, "Excellent skill!"

Jingxuan and Jingxu's eyes flashed with a fierce light as they both looked at him.

Yun Changkong smiled sheepishly and said, "I would say their kung fu is both excellent, and it's hard to tell who is better!"

Zhao Min thought to herself that she was inferior to the Purple-Robed Dragon King because of her age, but if she was inferior to Zhou Zhiruo, wouldn't she lose all face?

Zhou Zhiruo thought, "Yun Changkong has poor eyesight. Even if I die today, I can't let this stinking Mongol Tartar laugh at me!"

Seeing Zhao Min's swift movements and ruthless attacks, they dared not underestimate her.

Both women held their breath, reacting to each move with lightning speed and precision, each attack targeting vital points. Yun Changkong and Jingxuan Jingxu watched with bated breath.

Both women were stunning beauties. Although their moves were dangerous, their flowing robes, waving sleeves, and lifting feet were all indescribably graceful and captivating.

Yun Changkong observed closely, noticing only the stark difference in their postures. Zhao Min's lithe body moved like a swallow skimming the waves, soaring through the air, sometimes forward, sometimes backward, her movements graceful, fluid, and profound, as swift as lightning. She was impossible to defend against.

Zhou Zhiruo, on the other hand, moved like willow catkins dancing in the wind, her steps unsteady and seemingly unable to stand firmly. Her movements were slow, light, and weak.

However, Zhao Min's white dress was shaken by the force of her palm strike, causing it to flutter continuously.

Yun Changkong saw that Zhou Zhiruo's palm technique was profoundly imbued with the essence of "dullness, clumsiness, stagnation, and astringency," making it a superior skill. Zhao Min circled around Zhou Zhiruo, trying to provoke her into revealing a weakness, but against someone of Zhou Zhiruo's skill, it was completely useless. In reality, she was concentrating her mind and gathering her strength, keeping it hidden.

The two sides fought fiercely for more than thirty rounds, but no victor had yet emerged.
Jingxuan and Jingxu, witnessing Zhao Min's ability to fight Zhou Zhiruo for dozens of rounds without defeat, couldn't help but secretly admire her, thinking, "Even with our sect's Four Symbols Palm, Junior Sister Zhou couldn't defeat this vixen. No wonder she dared to speak so arrogantly; her martial arts are indeed quite impressive!"

Zhou Zhiruo understood perfectly well that she had not only used the "Four Symbols Palm" but also the Emei Nine Yang Skill. If she couldn't win tonight, how could she face her master?

Zhao Min, with her swift and ingenious moves, grew increasingly fierce with each attack. Her numerous and unpredictable techniques kept the onlookers breathless, and Zhou Zhiruo seemed to be gradually losing ground.

Jingxuan thought to herself, "If my junior sister is hit by this attack, how will I explain it to Master?"

With the same intention, the two took a step forward simultaneously, holding their whisks and long swords, poised for action.

Whenever Zhou Zhiruo is in danger, the two of them immediately step in to intercept her.

However, Yun Changkong noticed something amiss. Zhao Min's face was flushed and her breathing was unsteady, while Zhou Zhiruo's breathing was even. In fact, she was the one who had the upper hand.

It should be noted that everyone in Zhao Min's household was a top-notch expert of the time. She had learned a lot of miscellaneous skills, but her cultivation was insufficient, and she could hardly achieve great success. Furthermore, she also had to learn miscellaneous skills such as chess, calligraphy, and painting, which distracted her and made her internal strength even worse.

However, since Zhou Zhiruo joined the Emei Sect, Abbess Miejue had placed high hopes on her, and she focused solely on learning martial arts. Her foundation in the "Emei Nine Yang Skill" was already quite solid.
As the saying goes, softness can overcome hardness. Zhou Zhiruo used a unique skill like the "Four Symbols Palm," and every move she made was mysterious and profound.

By this time, Zhao Min's force had already been deflected back, making it seem as if she was no match for him.

Yun Changkong saw through Zhou Zhiruo's scheme and said, "Minmin, you two are evenly matched, stop fighting."

Zhao Min chuckled, leaped back eight feet, and said, "Alright, your sect's martial arts are nothing special. Let's compete again next time!"

Zhou Zhiruo had already secured victory, but seeing Zhao Min retreat, she had no choice but to stop, and said with a wry smile, "Yes, in front of Master Yun, our sect is indeed nothing special."

Seeing the faint melancholy on her face and the resentment in her eyes, Yun Changkong was completely baffled. He had barely spoken a few words to her, yet he was being made to look like a heartless man—it was utterly absurd!
Zhao Min gave a light snort, then suddenly raised her hand, and a flash of golden light from her sleeve shot towards Zhou Zhiruo.

It turned out that Zhao Min, seeing that she couldn't defeat Zhou Zhiruo in a martial arts contest, hardened her heart. If she couldn't kill Zhou Zhiruo, she wanted to let Yun Changkong know that it was either her or Zhou Zhiruo! As for whether he would resent her, that was a matter for later.

This is because Zhao Min also regards Zhou Zhiruo as her greatest enemy. Zhou Zhiruo has the consent of her parents and the words of a matchmaker, which makes her much more fortunate than herself. Moreover, when she sees Zhou Zhiruo's face, she wants to scratch it!

Jealousy breeds hatred, and this is a perfect example!
It's too late to say, then soon!
Zhou Zhiruo heard a hissing sound as a cluster of tiny golden needles shot towards her. They were talking to Chang Kong when Zhao Min launched her attack, and with this unexpected turn of events, even with Zhou Zhiruo's superior martial arts skills, she couldn't dodge it.

Jingxuan and Jingxu paled and cried out, "Be careful..." Before they could finish speaking, a figure swept in from the side, and with a flick of his sleeve, the light in the sky vanished instantly.

Zhou Zhiruo was relieved. Looking around, she saw Yun Changkong.

He spread his sleeves, and golden light flashed.

It turned out that all the gold needles were pinned to his sleeve.

Seeing Zhao Min's ruthlessness, Yun Changkong was furious and was about to reprimand her when he saw Zhao Min shift her gaze and stare into the distance.

Yun Changkong didn't know what to say.

How could he not know that this was all for his own benefit?
This angered Jingxuan and Jingxu.

Jingxu's face darkened, and he shouted angrily, "You vixen! How dare you launch a hidden weapon! If I let you live today, what will become of the reputation of our Emei Sect?" He was about to thrust his long sword forward.

Zhao Min suddenly sneered and said, "In the martial world, when you fight, it's either you or me who dies. Using hidden weapons is not considered a violation of the rules of the martial world!"
Your Emei Sect claims to be a major sect in the martial arts world, yet your actions are nothing but despicable and vile deeds!

Jingxuan angrily retorted, "You vixen, how dare you slander me with blood?"

"Slanderous accusations?" Zhao Min sneered, "The Heaven Sword belongs to my family. Did that old nun Miejue sneak into my house and steal it? How dare you call yourselves a righteous sect? Isn't that despicable and vile?"

The Emei disciples were furious and about to reply when Yun Changkong suddenly shouted, "Enough!"

The girls were suddenly startled by his shout and saw his imposing and cold expression. They were all terrified and their faces paled.

Yun Changkong said coldly, "Minmin, heaven and earth are our matchmakers, and the sun, moon and stars are our witnesses. Although I am a wandering swordsman, how could I betray you?"

What exactly do you want me to do? Should I kill my father, kill Abbess Miejue, kill Chief Shi, and kill Miss Zhou to prove my innocence?

Seeing his anxiety, Zhao Min found it both amusing and somewhat pitiful. She smiled and said, "Alright, you really are my nemesis. I won't make a fuss anymore, just don't hit your father, you can hit anyone else!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Changkong was neither angry nor amused. After a long pause, he said with a wry smile, "You are my demon star."

Zhao Min chuckled and said, "That's right, I'm the nemesis of philandering and passionate men!"

Yun Changkong was at his wits' end with her, and looked at the Emei Sect members: "Two nuns, Miss Zhou, you shouldn't keep talking about the reputation of the Emei Sect. The reputation of a sect doesn't depend on the sect leader or the disciples' actions, but on the actions of the majority."

Otherwise, long-established sects like Shaolin and the Beggars' Sect would no longer exist!

"Since the nun has something to say to me, let's leave. If she insists on fighting or killing, then we'll part ways and go our separate ways."

When he put on a stern face, he exuded authority, and none of the women dared to speak, though they secretly resented it: "So what if we break up? Who cares?"

The three from Emei turned around and walked away quickly.

Yun Changkong led Zhao Min, and the group ran westward for five miles, crossed a mountain ridge, and saw the eaves of a pagoda in the distance.

Zhou Zhiruo said, "That is the Guangren King Temple."

The group followed the stone path to the temple. Changkong asked, "Is this a nunnery?"

Zhou Zhiruo rolled her eyes at him and said, "What do you think it is?"

Zhao Min laughed and said, "Who knows if this is a Buddhist temple or a nunnery? Did I ask the wrong question?"

The Emei girls rolled their eyes in exasperation, while Yun Changkong, feeling utterly helpless, decided to remain silent.

As soon as the group entered the temple, a woman stepped out and said, "Senior sisters, Master only invites Young Master Yun to speak."

"What?" Zhao Min sneered, "Even Abbess Miejue isn't afraid to steal, so why would she be afraid to see the owner?"

A clear, crisp voice rang out: "You're still as sharp-tongued as ever, and it's quite impressive that you have such courage!"

That voice belonged to Abbess Miejue.

Zhao Min laughed and said, "Since you came to my house to steal the Heaven-Reliant Sword, you must have seen me before. I haven't even seen you yet, so wouldn't I be at a disadvantage?"

"Okay, you come in too!"

Several disciples immediately led the way, and Yun Changkong and Zhao Min went inside together.

The group walked through several corridors and around a few side halls, arriving at a small courtyard filled with ancient cypress trees. Jingxuan called out in a clear voice, "Master!"

Abbess Miejue said, "Let Zhiruo in. You all guard the surroundings."

"Yes!" Jingxuan pushed open the door, and Yun Changkong glanced at Zhao Min, noticing an indescribable expression in her eyes.

In an instant, he felt a surge of heat throughout his body. He was not afraid of Yunhe, nor did he care about Abbess Miejue. He immediately took her hand and walked in.

The meditation room was bare, containing only a couch and a small table. A small candle burned on the low table, and Abbess Miejue sat behind it.
Zhao Min saw that Yun Changkong's face was extremely beautiful, but his long eyebrows drooped down, making him look like a hanged ghost. Under the dim candlelight, he appeared even more sinister and chilling. She quickly grasped Yun Changkong's hand.

Zhou Zhiruo bowed deeply and said, "Master!"

Yun Changkong smiled, bowed deeply, and said, "Greetings, Abbess!"

Zhao Min, not being impolite, curtsied and said, "Zhao Min, a junior in the martial arts world, greets Master!"

"sit!"

The group sat cross-legged on prayer mats. Abbess Miejue looked at Zhao Min with sharp eyes and said coldly, "When I entered the manor to retrieve the sword, I saw you once. If I had known the trouble I would face today, I should have eliminated you!"

Hearing these words from her, Zhou Zhiruo was greatly surprised. Was the Heaven Sword really stolen from Zhao Min's house by her master?
Zhao Min laughed and said, "If you, Abbess, were to kill me, not to mention whether you could succeed, you certainly wouldn't be able to steal the Heaven-Slaying Sword!"

Abbess Miejue snorted and looked at Yun Changkong: "Do you know where this Heaven-Reliant Sword originally came from?"

Chang Kong nodded slightly: "This was passed down from Master Guo and Chief Huang to Heroine Guo."

Abbess Miejue asked, "Then why does this girl claim it belongs to her family? Do you know the reason?"

Chang Kong knew this, but he could only pretend not to.

The Abbess Miejue said, "This sword has always been a heirloom of our Emei Sect. Many years ago, my senior brother Gu Hongzi was dueling with a young master from the Demonic Sect and borrowed the Yitian Sword. However, it was taken away from him. The man threw down the sword and said, 'The Yitian Sword has a great reputation! In my eyes, it is like scrap metal!' He then left."

My senior brother picked up the precious sword, intending to return it to me on his way back to the mountain. However, he was proud and arrogant, and the more he thought about it, the more upset he became. He only traveled for three days before falling ill and never recovering. The Heaven-Slaying Sword was also taken by the local government and presented to the imperial court. Later, the Tartar emperor bestowed it upon the Prince of Ruyang, but I stole it back from the Prince of Ruyang's residence.”

Yun Changkong knew that although this matter was simple to talk about, in reality, it would have taken a lot of trouble for Abbess Miejue to even investigate it, let alone steal the sword.

Zhao Min pouted: "Even if what you said is true, this Gu Hongzi is too unmanly. He can get so angry after losing the fight."

Yun Changkong glared at her: "Don't talk nonsense! Internal martial arts masters cultivate their breath. If that breath is disrupted, at best they will be seriously injured and vomit blood, at worst they will die. It's no ordinary matter!"

Yun Changkong understood this quite well; Yang Dingtian had died from a stroke too late.

Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu would spit blood whenever they were stimulated.

All too common.

Zhao Min asked, "That young master of the Demonic Sect must be old by now. Who is he?"

Master Miejue ignored him and looked at Changkong, saying, "There is some news in the martial arts world that is of great importance. I would like to discuss it with you."

Chang Kong said solemnly, "Please speak, Master."

Abbess Miejue slowly said, "The Demonic Sect has welcomed Xie Xun, the Golden-Haired Lion King, back to Bright Peak."

"What?" Yun Changkong raised an eyebrow and stood up abruptly. "This is absolutely impossible! This is a conspiracy!"

(End of this chapter)