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

Chapter 99 It's all nonsense and has no reason.
Yun Changkong turned his head and saw Zhao Min and Zhu Jiuzhen standing about 10 feet apart, facing each other from a distance.

Zhao Min smiled and said, "Excellent! What a wonderful invitation to the journey eastward!"

Wei Bi, Zhu Jiuzhen, and Wu Qingying were all taken aback by these words.

Wei Bi and Wu Qingying grew up with Zhu Jiuzhen and were both skilled in literature and martial arts. They recognized this as the "Great River Flows East" calligraphy scroll.

Unexpectedly, they recognized someone who looked four or five years younger than them. However, after exchanging more than ten blows with Zhu Jiuzhen, they knew nothing about the young man's background.

Zhu Jiuzhen had just been forced back several steps by Zhao Min's sword strike, nearly dropping the pen in his left hand. Now that Zhao Min had revealed his martial arts background, he panicked and shouted, "What's your name? How did you know this was the 'Great River Flows East' calligraphy scroll?"

It turns out that Zhu Ziliu was once the number one calligrapher in Tiannan. Later, he became more and more proficient in martial arts and even integrated calligraphy with the One-Finger Divine Skill. By this time, the Zhu family's martial arts were also related to calligraphy, and Zhu Jiuzhen had to practice calligraphy every day.

Su Dongpo's "The Great River Flows East" was her father's proud martial arts skill, and Zhao Min actually saw through it. However, she didn't know the other party's background, so she had to ask him for clarification.

Zhao Min laughed and said, "Your martial arts are related to calligraphy. Although they are exquisite, it's a pity that someone who is neither good at literature nor martial arts would make a fool of himself if he used them."

Zhu Jiuzhen glanced over and saw Wei Bi and Wu Qingying whispering to each other, their words filling her with jealousy and anger. She said, "Even if you know it, you might not be able to break it. Just talking about it is no skill!"

As soon as the shout ended, he rushed forward, his two pens dancing into a cloud of white smoke as he attacked once more.

Zhao Min thought to herself, "This girl is so arrogant. When Brother Yun said I'm like her, he must be referring to this."

She suddenly swayed, and with a clang, the short sword in her hand deflected the attack perfectly, its cold light flashing like waves splashing towards Zhu Jiuzhen.

Zhu Jiuzhen already knew that the other party was no ordinary person, so she dared not be careless. Now, seeing that the other party's twin swords were unpredictable, she immediately put down her pen and brought it close to her body, and her body spun around.

The two figures swirled and danced, their swords flashing and their pens moving freely, yet no sound of weapons clashing could be heard.

Yun Changkong then took a closer look at Zhu Jiuzhen's brushstrokes. He saw that her two brushes were shimmering, sometimes like a winding serpent, strange and cunning, sometimes with a majestic momentum, sometimes like a flower in a jade terrace, charming and self-satisfied, and sometimes like a celestial horse soaring freely, unrestrained.

Zhao Min's sword light was like water, seemingly gentle, but actually full of hidden tricks, weaving a silver barrier in front of her. She could anticipate Zhu Jiuzhen's every move.

It should be noted that Zhao Min was proficient in all kinds of books and poems. She could tell from Zhu Jiuzhen's calligraphy that it involved acupressure and that acupressure involved calligraphy skills, and she could do so in just a few moves. However, she had learned a wide variety of martial arts, and although she knew many things, she was not proficient in any of them.

However, Zhu Jiuzhen's martial arts skills were a blend of literature and martial arts, requiring a very high level of mastery in both to truly shine. After all, her skill level and calligraphy were far inferior.

Furthermore, the "Judge's Pen" is a literary weapon in the martial arts world, valued for its elegance and graceful movement. If one resorts to brute force and brutal fighting, one will inevitably fall into a lower category.

Zhu Jiuzhen's martial arts skills were inferior to Zhao Min's, and she was also bound by convention, trying to maintain her composure and beauty in front of her beloved. Therefore, Zhao Min was more at ease and had a majestic air of "I remain unmoved no matter what winds blow from east, west, north, or south."

Seeing that Zhao Min was confident of victory and knew her martial arts foundation clearly, Yun Changkong focused on examining Zhu Jiuzhen's calligraphy.

She secretly kept in mind her every move, both advancing and retreating, trying to figure out the subtleties behind it.

Zhu Jiuzhen's martial arts level does not represent the level of the One-Finger Divine Skill. The acupoint striking technique of the One-Finger Divine Skill is the pinnacle of martial arts, but whether one can reach that level is another matter entirely.

Yun Changkong possessed profound martial arts skills and could apply them to other situations. The more he looked, the more he realized that Zhu Jiuzhen's acupoint striking techniques had much to offer.

When Zhu Jiuzhen wrote the "Great River Flows East" calligraphy on the character "moon" in the phrase "A Cup of Wine to the Moon over the River," he swept his left hand from right to left while his right hand swept down with lightning speed.

Yun Changkong's heart skipped a beat: "Hmm, her killer move is hidden in the end, her double-pen strike is aimed at Minmin's chest and abdomen!"

With that thought in mind, he already held the chopsticks in his hand, ready to rescue Zhao Min from danger.

Seeing that Zhao Min had retreated six feet away, Zhu Jiuzhen couldn't help but smile. She rushed forward, pointing her right pen at the "Juque" acupoint where her chest and abdomen meet, and her left pen at the "Shenque" acupoint at her navel, with unparalleled sharpness.

Zhao Min's beautiful eyes were filled with anger as she shouted, "If I were to defeat you with swordsmanship, I know you wouldn't accept it!" She slightly shifted her body, and the two pens brushed past her clothes.

Zhao Min held her twin swords upside down and had already touched Zhu Jiuzhen's wrist.

Before she could feel any pain, she suddenly heard two clanging sounds, and the two pens flew out of her hands, disappearing into the brick wall, with only a few inches of the pen tips sticking out.

Zhu Jiuzhen leaped back, her pretty face flushed and her lips trembling. She knew perfectly well that if Zhao Min could use the hilt of the sword to strike pressure points, she could use the tip.

"Excellent, excellent! Today I've truly broadened my horizons." Situ Qianzhong exclaimed in admiration: "The astonishing stroke of Zhu Changling, with the Wenchang Brush. The Dali Duan family's One-Finger Divine Skill has been renowned in the martial arts world for hundreds of years, and its fame is outstanding. Although I have heard of it for a long time, I have never been able to witness it in person."

But having met Miss Zhu today, I am truly impressed by her extraordinary nature. From now on, she should not indulge in lust, but diligently practice her martial arts; in the future, she will not find it difficult to inherit her father's illustrious reputation.

Zhu Jiuzhen was stunned by these words, then suddenly tears welled up in her eyes, and she said in a trembling voice, "What are you saying!"

Situ Qianzhong laughed heartily: "You young ladies, you're all such crybabies, yet you're all so hot-tempered and competitive!"

He then looked at Zhao Min and said, "I'll say something you won't like to hear: although your martial arts are good, they are broad but not deep, and mixed but not pure. When you encounter a truly skilled opponent, they will be useless!"

Zhao Min raised an eyebrow, and Situ Qianzhong shook his wine gourd again, continuing, "Don't get so angry. But at your age, with such skill, there are very few young people in the martial arts world who can compare to you."

However, a competitive and overly assertive nature among young people is the worst thing, especially for women!

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jiuzhen looked at Zhao Min and asked in a trembling voice, "You are also a woman?"

Zhao Min had not yet spoken.

Wu Qingying smiled and said, "Sister Zhen, people have already asked you to finish writing the 'Great River Flows East' calligraphy, can't you tell?"

Zhu Jiuzhen was stunned. Seeing Zhao Min's exceptional beauty, and recalling the battle with her earlier, he noticed a faint fragrance that resembled neither orchid nor musk, which was indeed a woman's scent.

He swept his left hand across the paper, then drew a straight line with a hook on his right, adding a move called "Double Towers Return to Origin," which was the "moon" character technique for the last word. It turned out that this woman already knew this. Wasn't she just making a fool of him?
Looking at Wu Qingying's appearance, who knows how she'll talk about me in the future?
Overwhelmed with shame and indignation, Zhu Jiuzhen wiped away her tears and stormed out of the door.

"Cousin!" Wei Bi immediately called out and chased after her.

"Senior brother," Wu Qingying said coldly, "He was only defeated by a woman, he can just cry it out. What are you doing there? Are you trying to comfort him and get a general's title?"

When Wei Bi saw Zhu Jiuzhen's tearful face, he felt heartbroken and rushed over to comfort her. However, his junior sister's words made him stop in his tracks.

In his heart, although he was equally impressed by the two beauties of Xueling, he knew that his master's martial arts were unfathomable. He had only learned about two or three tenths of what his master had taught him. To learn his peerless skills, he had to win the favor of his junior sister. So he smiled at Wu Qingying and said, "Junior sister, the Wu and Zhu families have been on good terms for generations. My uncle has passed away, and only my cousin is left. If I watch her being bullied without doing anything, it would be against my filial piety!"

Wu Qingying knew he had something on his mind, but she was also fond of him. She said, "Then you can ask this girl for advice, defeat her, or force her to reveal her true strength. Wouldn't that be much better than comforting Sister Zhen?"

Wei Bi thought about it and realized it made sense. He turned around and saw that Zhao Min had already sat back down and ignored him completely.

Zhao Min had mastered martial arts, but rarely fought with anyone, let alone killed anyone. Seeing Zhu Jiuzhen's beauty, she wanted to take the opportunity to have some fun with her. However, she had little interest in fighting with men.

Wei Bi glanced at the people at her table. They were either old women, looked like zombies, or there was an ugly girl. He whispered, "Junior sister, the people at her table are strange. They shouldn't be easy to deal with."

Wu Qingying had always admired her senior brother, so she didn't say anything more after hearing him say that.

Just then, Situ Qianzhong said, "I just told you young people not to be competitive, but you still wouldn't listen. Why can't you learn from Yun Changkong?"

When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

Yun Changkong was also surprised, thinking that he had been seen through, but he had not revealed his martial arts skills and was wearing a mask, so how could this be?

Wei Bi smiled faintly and said, "Senior, we have heard of Yun Changkong, but he has been gone from the martial world for four years. He was just a flash in the pan. What is there to emulate?"

Situ Qianzhong chuckled and said, "How could young masters like you possibly understand Yun Changkong's unfathomable depths!"

Xiao Zhao suddenly interjected, "Since you say that, we are curious and would like to ask you!"

Situ Qianzhong glanced at her with bleary, drunken eyes and said, "You've come all this way just for the Dragon-Slaying Saber, haven't you? The supreme weapon of the martial world, the Dragon-Slaying Saber, commands the world, and none dare disobey. I, this old man, will just treat it as a fart!"

"Haha, you drunkard Situ, I think you're the one who's just spouting nonsense!"

Footsteps could be heard, indicating that someone was coming upstairs.

Situ Qianzhong said, "Master Ma, your Three Swords of Xiliang present the Three Talents Sword Formation to the world, but in reality, it conceals the positive and negative Five Elements. Although it is powerful, it is not a remarkable skill. Coming to Kunlun Mountain, your Qinghai Sect is even less impressive!"

Everyone turned to look and saw three Taoist priests in yellow robes walking up the stairs.

The man in the middle, with a short, thick beard and bristling hair, said, "The Qinghai Sect is nothing. You, Situ the Drunkard, come and try!"

Situ Qianzhong said, “Brothers Ma Fatong, Shao He and Shao Yan, you are all swordsmen. Even if you have obtained the Dragon-Slaying Saber, you don’t know how to use it. What are you doing making such a fuss?”

I think even if your elders, the "Three Swords of Qinghai," came in person, they might not be able to get what they want.

You think it's about being in a good position and getting the best deal, but I think it's about risking your life!

Situ Qianzhong speaks in a mad and erratic manner, yet he possesses extraordinary abilities. He has a wide circle of acquaintances and an exceptional ear; without even looking at a person's face, he can call out their name and background without any error.

Yun Changkong, Granny Jin Hua, Zhao Min, and others couldn't help but admire him.

The three swordsmen of Xiliang found a table and sat down, ordering food. Shao He, the one with the short beard, said, "The Dragon-Slaying Saber, who wouldn't want to see it? Situ, you drunkard, I heard you talking about Yun Changkong. Could it be that he has returned to the martial world and come to Kunlun Mountain?"

Zhao Min smiled slightly at Yun Changkong, thinking to herself, "The person is right here!"

Situ Qianzhong said, "Daoist Shao, do you still think Yun Changkong would come to steal the Dragon-Slaying Saber like you?"

Another Taoist priest said, "Although Yun Changkong's martial arts are high, he is not necessarily invincible. Isn't it normal for him to steal?"

Situ Qianzhong chuckled and said, "Judging others by my own standards!" He then drank a large gulp of wine.

Wu Qingying said softly, "Senior Situ, is that Yun Changkong really that amazing?"
I've heard people from the Central Plains say that his martial arts skills are so high that, apart from Zhang Zhenren of Wudang, no one else could possibly defeat him even a single move!
Some people even say that he is a few years younger than me, not even twenty years old this year, which is hard to believe!

There's nothing in this world that you don't know, isn't that right?"

Situ Qianzhong sighed slightly and said, "Let alone you, even I, who have traveled all over the world and know the unique martial arts of various schools in the martial arts world like the back of my hand, would not dare to believe Yun Changkong if I had not seen him with my own eyes, even if I heard others talking about him."

When Yun Changkong heard this unfamiliar old man say this, he remained calm but couldn't help but be surprised. Could it be that the old man knew him?
When Zhao Min heard others praising her lover, she couldn't hide the smug look on her face.

Xiao Zhao couldn't resist her curiosity and asked, "So, you and Yun Changkong must have had a very moving story together?"

She was raised by her mother and never came into contact with the martial arts world. Her mother also never spoke of Yun Changkong. Although she traveled with Yun Changkong, they never discussed it in depth.

Yun Changkong naturally wouldn't talk about what he had done.

Situ Qianzhong glanced around and saw that the waiters and patrons were all staring at him intently. A hint of anxiety appeared on his face. The Three Swords of Xiliang, Wei Bi, and Wu Qingying also had their eyes on him. He couldn't help but feel excited and laughed, "Since everyone is interested, then this old man will tell you."

Situ Qianzhong took a sip of wine and said, "Yun Changkong debuted very early. At the age of eleven, he killed Yin Wushou, a notorious bandit who had been famous in the martial arts world for many years. Although people in the martial arts world say that he is a master of martial arts, after the old man made a detailed inquiry, he found the people who were present at that time."

Actually, there was nothing special about it. This man was meticulous and ruthless. He feigned humility and underestimated Yin Wushou, then launched a sudden attack, catching him completely off guard and causing Yin Wushou's death at the Jinyang Escort Agency. In terms of true martial arts, even ten Yun Changkongs back then wouldn't be enough for Yin Wushou to easily defeat!

When Yun Changkong heard about his embarrassing past, he just smiled faintly and didn't care at all.

Zhao Min winked at him and scratched her face with her finger to embarrass him.

Wei Bi sneered, "So that's how it is. Everyone says he's a peerless hero, but he's just a thieving brat with a hollow reputation!"

Zhao Min, who was ashamed of her own words, was greatly indignant when others spoke of it. She raised her eyebrows and retorted, "Yin Wushou's martial arts skills are so high that many famous figures who have been around for years are no match for him. It's perfectly normal that a child can't beat him. But he was able to kill him. That's what a true man does—using wit, not strength!"

Wu Qingying didn't want her lover to be mistreated, and was about to speak.

But then Situ Qianzhong said, "You're right. Yun He had just lost an arm and his injuries hadn't healed, so his martial arts were greatly reduced. Yun Changkong used his wits to survive, which was not honorable and was somewhat insidious, but we can't blame him."

Later, Yun Changkong hid somewhere for several years. When he finally emerged from hiding, his actions shook the entire martial world. His martial arts skills were so high that even the world's top masters could hardly contend with him!

Wei Bi retorted, "Isn't there Master Zhang? He's not one of the most powerful martial artists in the world; no one can claim to be his equal!"

Situ Qianzhong nodded and smiled, saying, "In today's martial arts world, although Zhang Sanfeng is revered as the pinnacle of martial arts, the Shaolin School has been the leader of the martial arts world for thousands of years. Even without the Dragon-Slaying Saber, it is still the supreme martial arts sect."

It was only because the Wudang Sect had Zhang Sanfeng that it could rival the Shaolin Temple. Without Zhang Sanfeng, the Wudang Sect was incomparable to the Shaolin Temple in terms of either foundation or strength. Although this was not widely known, it was not denied either, because everyone knew it in their hearts..."

Shao Yan, one of the Three Swords of Xiliang, asked, "What does what you're saying have to do with Yun Changkong?"

Situ Qianzhong laughed and said, "Do you know what the three great monks of Shaolin thought of Yun Changkong after their meeting at the Yellow Crane Tower?"

"What's their assessment?" everyone asked in unison. Situ Qianzhong took a sip of wine and said in a sinister tone, "They say that Yun Changkong can learn all seventy-two unique skills of this temple if he's willing!"

"Huh?" Everyone was shocked.

"How is that possible?" said Ma Fatong of Xiliang. "You old codger, are you talking nonsense?"

Situ Qianzhong sneered, "You can say I'm talking nonsense, but the monk Kongzhi possesses eleven unique skills from Shaolin Temple. Do you think what he says is nonsense?"

The three swordsmen of Xiliang exchanged glances and remained silent.

Situ Qianzhong continued, "The Shaolin Temple's Seventy-Two Arts are famous throughout the world. For thousands of years, few people have been able to master more than twelve of them. The monk Kongzhi mastered eleven of them. It is said that Yun Changkong's every move is a reflection of his Shaolin arts. It is unknown how many Shaolin arts he has incorporated!"

The monk Kongxing only used the Thirty-Six Forms of Dragon Claw Hand once before he learned it!
Kongxing was defeated without warning, and was utterly impressed. These two incidents alone demonstrate just how formidable Yun Changkong's martial arts skills were!

Wu Qingying said, "Since his martial arts are so powerful, who in the world can defeat him? Moreover, I heard that someone once recommended him as the leader of the martial arts alliance. Why did he refuse and choose to retire from the martial arts world?"

Situ Qianzhong laughed and said, "How can everything in the world be as one wishes? Although Yun Changkong's martial arts are high and his mind is sharp, he is too young. This achievement has already put him in the eye of the storm and made him a target of public criticism."

He's like the Dragon-Slaying Saber; every time he appears in the martial world, he becomes a major scourge, taking lives and corrupting hearts!

Shao He, one of the Three Swords of Xiliang, asked in bewilderment, "What does this mean?"

Situ Qianzhong sneered, "Just because of a rumor Xie Xun made at Bright Peak, which was not verified, all three of you from Xiliang have come to Kunlun Mountain. Did you come here to admire the scenery?"

Wei Bi chuckled and said, "Hearing you say that, Senior, Yun Changkong is indeed a great sage and virtuous man?"

Situ Qianzhong said, "Young man, don't be unconvinced. Your master, Wu Lie, was a disciple of the great hero Guo Jing and learned the divine skills of Chief Hong. Logically speaking, your starting point is much better than Yun Changkong's. So why is it that your martial arts are not even worthy of carrying his shoes?"

These words only fueled Wei Bi's jealousy and hatred, his brows furrowing as he gritted his teeth and said, "Senior, I have never fought Yun Changkong, nor have I displayed any martial arts skills. How could I be judged in such a way?"

Situ Qianzhong was relentless in his argument, saying, "I advise you, young master, to give up the idea of ​​fighting him. It's one thing for you to humiliate yourself, but don't tarnish the reputation of the great hero Guo Jing!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Bi's face turned ashen. He let out a long laugh and said coldly, "Senior, it seems premature to draw such a conclusion..."

Situ Qianzhong waved his hand and said, "Tell me, what is the most taboo thing to do when practicing internal energy cultivation?"

Wei Bi was immediately taken aback.

Situ Qianzhong interjected, "In cultivating internal energy, one should be tranquil and free from desires; the shackles of fame and fortune are the greatest taboos. Especially for the upright and chivalrous Master Guo, if one cannot break free from the shackles of fame and fortune when cultivating his martial arts, how can one achieve anything?"
The actions of your Zhu and Wu families are somewhat similar to those of Master Guo, and you even want to learn his unparalleled martial arts?
You look down on Yun Changkong, yet he remained unmoved by the allure of fame and fortune as the leader of the martial arts alliance and the Beggars' Sect. I say one sentence, and you turn ashen-faced and furious.

Since his debut, Yun Changkong has encountered countless insults, but he has always laughed them off and never gotten angry because of them. Can you compare to him in terms of composure in the face of praise and criticism?
If I say a few words to you, you grit your teeth and get angry. Can someone with that kind of mentality develop profound martial arts skills?
"See how shocked you all were when you heard about Xie Xun's Dragon-Slaying Saber? Did you want to take it too?"

Zhao Min smiled slightly and winked at Yun Changkong.

Upon hearing this, Wei Bi and Wu Qingying turned extremely pale.

Thinking back to how they tricked Zhang Wuji in the past, coveting the 'Dragon-Slaying Saber' and wanting to possess it for themselves so as to dominate the martial arts world.

Such character and behavior, let alone what Guo Jing taught, are no different from those of ordinary gangsters and evil spirits.

In fact, Situ Qianzhong revealed the essence of the matter. Although Wu Qingying's ancestor Wu Xiuwen became Guo Jing's disciple, he was limited by his aptitude and did not master the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. When it was passed down to Wu Qingying's father Wu Lie, he still knew all the moves of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, but he still could not unleash any of its power.

Wu Qingying often saw her father in the secret room, practicing moves and pondering deeply, a practice he had continued for over ten years without interruption, but he had never made any progress. The truth was that his mindset was not in harmony with the principles of martial arts; he couldn't understand or comprehend the theories, let alone integrate them into his techniques.

Zhu Changling was a master of both literature and martial arts, possessing exceptional intelligence and resourcefulness, making him a first-rate figure. However, he harbored a dark heart, plotting to have Zhang Wuji lure him to kill Xie Xun, seize the Dragon-Slaying Saber, and become the supreme ruler of the martial arts world, commanding everyone's orders. Even after falling off a cliff, in that desperate situation, his mind remained restless and worldly, ultimately preventing him from mastering truly superior internal energy cultivation.

Therefore, the Duan family of Dali, the Nine-Fingered Beggar, and Guo Jing, the Northern Hero, were all masters who dominated the world. However, when the time came, their disciples were all useless. This was not due to a lack of talent, but rather because they lacked the necessary character and could not achieve harmony between mind and spirit, thus failing to master the divine skills.

The very simple phrase "forgive others when you can" is the most basic principle of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, yet how many people can truly grasp its profound meaning?

In short, if you have the ability to kill someone, it's incredibly easy; anyone can do it. But if you have the ability but don't want to kill someone, how many people can understand why you would do it?

Many people think, "I practice martial arts to fight and kill people. If you don't let me fight, I won't understand even if I think about it my whole life!"

Naturally, one cannot achieve "having more than enough." If one cannot achieve "having more than enough," then one will never be able to master the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" in a lifetime. That's how it is.

As for Yun Changkong, even if he had mastered the "Arhat Subduing Demon Skill," if he was preoccupied with things like becoming the leader of the Beggars' Sect, the supreme martial arts master, dominating the martial arts world, and being surrounded by beautiful women, he would not have been able to master the "Arhat Subduing Demon Skill."

Because he had no desire for fame or fortune, not even the thought of being the best in the world, he naturally aligned himself with the principles of divine skills and practiced them without being asked.

Ma Fatong said, "Old man Situ, what are you doing here?"

Situ Qianzhong staggered to his feet and said, "Let me see how many heroes and valiant warriors would shed their blood on Kunlun Mountain for this supreme martial arts title! Haha..."

At this point, a barely perceptible bitter smile appeared on his face. He swayed his short, stout body and staggered downstairs.

Situ Qianzhong went downstairs, but started singing loudly: "How many years can one live? All the scheming is in vain. The human heart is never satisfied, like a snake trying to swallow an elephant. In the end, the world is like a mantis trying to catch a cicada. If you get a thousand coins, you want ten thousand. If you become an emperor, you want to become an immortal. When you have time to drink, you should drink. The green mountains will laugh at your sorrow. Be content with poverty, keep to your lot, and live according to fate. That is the carefree life of an immortal."

Before he spoke, others thought he was talking nonsense, but after hearing these words, they were all somewhat captivated.

The people here understand the principle of contentment without disgrace, but it is difficult for them to put into practice, which leads to their inner turmoil. So they seem to be intoxicated by his wine!
Situ Qianzhong understood everything, but he was powerless to stop it, which was a great tragedy for him.

He wanted to get drunk, not wake up!
Yun Changkong couldn't help but laugh loudly, "Gain and loss, honor and disgrace are all in the hands of fate, this is all nonsense without any reason!"

Situ Qianzhong laughed loudly: "The word 'love' is a hundred times more bitter than wine; I advise you not to take it lightly!"

Wu Qingying suddenly seemed to wake up from a dream, glanced at Wei Bi, and said, "Senior brother, who do you like?" Wei Bi said, "Junior sister, don't listen to this old man's self-righteousness and nonsense. Let's go back, let's go!" With that, he went downstairs.

Wu Qingying had no choice but to follow.
Yun Changkong stood up and said, "You all settle in first, I have some things to take care of!"

Zhao Min pouted and said, "Can't you take me with you?"

Chang Kong said, "It's not very convenient for you to go." With that, he swayed and was already outside the window.

Zhao Min snorted and pouted, "Why is he avoiding us?"

Xiao Zhao sighed and said, "Don't you think the expressions of the Wu siblings were a bit unnatural when Senior Situ mentioned Xie Xun's Dragon-Slaying Saber?"

Zhao Min suddenly realized and said, "I'll go too!"

Like a swallow skimming across the waves, she darted out of the window and disappeared into the vast sky.

……

This was the first time Wei Bi and Wu Qingying had heard the news of the Dragon-Slaying Saber appearing in Kunlun Mountain. They left the town and rode their horses at full speed to inform Wu Lie.

Suddenly, with a whoosh, a gray shadow shot out faster than lightning and landed on the mountain path.

Wei Bi and Wu Qingying reined in their horses abruptly, causing them to neigh loudly. The two disciples of prestigious sects, without a second thought, drew their swords with a clang.

Then they saw the newcomer, his long robe billowing in the wind, standing as still as a mountain.

Wei Bi and Wu Qingying were startled and exclaimed in unison, "It's you?"

“It’s me!” Yun Changkong said with a smile.

The two men saw that his face was like a zombie, and they saw that his lightness skill just now allowed him to catch up with the galloping horse and arrive first. He was truly a first-class martial artist. However, with such high martial arts skills, he was so ugly. It was clear that God was fair enough.

Wei Bi dismounted and clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "What brings you here to block my path?"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "I dare not presume to offer guidance. Since you are a disciple or grand-disciple of Master Guo, I have something to ask you for his sake!"

Wei Bi said, "I will certainly tell you everything I know."

"Alright!" Yun Changkong nodded and asked, "Where is Zhang Wuji?"

Wei Bi felt a lump in his throat and coughed several times. Wu Qingying's face flushed red as she said, "Who is Zhang Wuji? How would we know?"

Yun Changkong was both annoyed and amused, and said, "Your expressions have given you away, yet you're still being stubborn. Do I have to be forceful for you to behave?"

Wu Qingying's face darkened, and she said, "You're neither human nor ghost, do you think we're afraid of you?"

The words had barely left her mouth when a sudden gust of wind blew, and with a loud slap, Wu Qingying cried out as a bright red handprint appeared on her face.

Yun Changkong seemed not to have moved at all, while Wu Qingying was in so much pain that she almost cried, her eyes fixed on Yun Changkong.

Yun Changkong said, "If I can slap you, I can slit your throat!"

The mountain path was silent. Wei Bi and Wu Qingying pondered how this ugly and wicked man had learned about Zhang Wuji, but they had no clue.

Wei Bi sighed and slowly said, "Where did you learn of Zhang Wuji's whereabouts?"

Yun Changkong lunged forward and slapped Wei Bi across the face with a loud "smack." Wei Bi spun around on the spot and fell several feet away.

Yun Changkong said, "I'm the one asking you!"

Wei Bi, always proud and arrogant, was naturally enraged to be slapped in the face, especially in front of his beloved, and shouted, "I'll fight you to the death!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the long sword in his hand and thrust it towards Yun Changkong's chest.

Yun Changkong sneered, swiftly reached out with his left hand, grabbed his wrist and twisted it, snatching the longsword away as if he had obediently handed it over. Then he kicked him so hard he tumbled over.

Wei Bi collapsed to the ground, vomiting a mouthful of blood. Yun Changkong stepped forward, closing in on him, pointing his long sword at Wei Bi's throat, and looked at Wu Qingying, shouting, "Will you talk or not?"

Wu Qingying shuddered and took two steps back, saying in a tearful voice, "We really don't know where Zhang Wuji is!"

Wei Bi angrily said, "A true man can be killed but not humiliated! Qingmei, don't talk to him!"

Yun Changkong sneered, "You call yourself a man? Stop embarrassing yourself!"

Suddenly, they heard laughter behind them and saw Granny Jin Hua, Zhao Min, and Xiao Zhao walking side by side.

Granny Jin Hua said coldly, "You can't even ask a question properly!"

Yun Changkong said, "Then you can teach me."

Granny Jin Hua gave a cold laugh.

Wei Bi and Wu Qingying saw that the old woman seemed to have been reborn. At this moment, she stood upright with her chest out, like a lone phoenix standing out from the crowd, showing no signs of old age.

Granny Jin Hua moved swiftly forward like a ghost, and with a gentle wave of her right hand, a soft internal force, like a spring breeze, took the long sword from Yun Changkong's hand.

With a sudden jerk, his arm flashed with a cold light, and he placed it on Wu Qingying's face. He smiled gently at her, then looked at Wei Bi and said indifferently, "If you don't behave, my hand will shake when I get angry."

As a beautiful woman, Wu Qingying cherished her appearance the most. When she felt the tip of the sword landing on her face, she was so frightened that she turned pale and fainted.

"Junior sister, junior sister!" Wei Bi shouted.

Zhao Min smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that this method is quite effective!"

Yun Changkong sighed. It wasn't that he couldn't think of such a method, but that he couldn't bring himself to do it.

This is also why he knows he is not good at being a leader.

To achieve great things, one must be willing to kill even one's closest relatives; one must possess a ruthless and unyielding integrity. Someone like him, who cannot bear to do anything, will never accomplish anything.

"She just fainted from fright!" Granny Jin Hua raised her sword, aimed it at Wu Qingying's eyes, and then pushed her wrist down.

Wei Bi said urgently, "I'll talk, I'll talk, I'll tell you everything. I have met Zhang Wuji, but he jumped off a cliff five years ago!"

"Jump off a cliff?" Granny Jin Hua said, "Tell me in detail!"

(End of this chapter)