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Li Mu had suspected these people were from the Songshan Sect, but now he felt they didn't.

"What advice do you gentlemen have for us?"

Upon hearing this, the man said with delight, "So it really is Young Hero Lin. My master wishes to see you. We would be grateful if you would come with us."

Li Mu chuckled softly and asked curiously, "Your master is...?"

The man looked troubled and hesitated, saying, "This...this...I cannot reveal my master's identity."

Li Mu chuckled and said, "I don't even know who your master is, so why should I go?"

The man stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Young Master Lin, please don't make things difficult for us."

Li Mu laughed and said, "Who's making things difficult for you? I don't even know who your master is. Please don't block my way."

The man's face turned cold. He was a figure of some importance in the martial arts world, but his master had instructed him to be polite and not offend anyone. He had also heard that this Huashan disciple was highly skilled in martial arts, so he was very polite. But seeing that Li Mu was not giving him any face, he couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"Young hero, why be so disrespectful? Come with me to see the master; it won't take long."

Li Mu said, "In that case, why doesn't your master come in person? It would save you time."

The burly man's expression changed slightly, and he pondered, "My master is of noble status; how can he easily show his face in public!"

Li Mu smiled faintly and said, "What makes you so noble that you don't even dare to show your face? Are you perhaps a woman?"

The burly man's face tightened, and he shouted, "Young hero, be careful what you say! Your master's status is extremely noble; do not make unfounded guesses!"

Li Mu laughed and said, "Whether your master is male or female, or what his identity is, I don't care. I won't bother you any longer!" After saying that, he took Qu Feiyan and was about to leave.

The burly man's face froze, his anger rising. He shouted, "If you, young hero, are still so stubborn, then don't blame us for being impolite... Set up the formation."

As soon as he finished speaking, the eight men suddenly drew their weapons, changed their positions, and formed a battle formation in front of Li Mu, slowly surrounding him.

Li Mu sneered, and with a swift movement, he appeared in the midst of the crowd. He moved like a flying fish, his steps like a shooting star, weaving in and out as fast as a whirlwind.

The eight men saw Li Mu's figure appear ethereal and indistinct, like a shadow, drifting through their weapons. No matter what moves they made or how they swung their weapons, they were always only two or three inches away from him, unable to harm him in the slightest. The men were greatly alarmed.

Several people were so captivated by his figure that they lost control of their swords and blades and ended up attacking their own brothers. They were so frightened that they quickly stopped their attacks and changed their positions to avoid him. However, this caused the formation they had set up to fall into chaos.

Li Mu didn't even bother to draw his longsword. His body shifted constantly, and with a flick of his hands, the Heaven-Turning Palm transformed into countless afterimages, flitting like butterflies among flowers. His inner energy surged forth, crisscrossing into a net. In the blink of an eye, he passed by several people. Those people, their formations in disarray, had no time to react before their pressure points were struck, freezing them in place, unable to move.

Li Mu turned around abruptly, his movements both still and serene, exuding an air of leisurely ease, as if strolling in a garden, undisturbed by a speck of dust. His eyes, with a restrained glint, gazed calmly at the group.

These people were extremely shocked. Although they knew that this young hero Lin was highly skilled in martial arts, they did not expect him to be so skilled.

Li Mu roughly guessed who they were and, too lazy to waste any more words with them, continued walking forward with Qu Feiyan.

Qu Feiyan seemed to have discerned something from these people, and leaned closer to Li Mu, saying, "Young Master Lin, they should have been sent by the Holy Maiden."

Li Mu nodded, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "Ren Yingying, the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect."

Qu Feiyan asked in surprise, "Young Master Lin, do you know about the Holy Maiden?"

Li Mu said, "I've heard of her. What's this Holy Maiden like?"

Qu Feiyan looked around carefully: "The Holy Maiden is a very nice person."

Li Mu nodded. "Let's go."

Upon returning to Hengyang City, the Songshan Sect members were nowhere to be found, and only the disciples of Huashan remained at the Liu residence.

When Yue Buqun saw him return, his face hardened.

Li Mu bowed and said, "Master, please forgive me. I was rash today."

Yue Buqun snorted: "You know you're being reckless. If it weren't for the fact that our Huashan sect managed to control the situation, I don't know how things would have ended today."

Li Mu said, "Who let the Songshan Sect be so arrogant, thinking they could run rampant among the Five Mountains Sword Sects? Today, we'll teach them a lesson they won't forget."

Yue Buqun said, "You still have the nerve to talk back? The Songshan Sect is not that simple. Don't be impulsive in the future."

Li Mu said, "Yes, Master."

Yue Buqun said, "However, mistakes should not go unpunished."

“Hengyang City has been quite unsettled lately. I’ve heard there are signs of activity from the Demonic Cult, and there might be members of the Songshan Sect lurking nearby. Junior Brother Liu’s family is currently in the eye of the storm. Since you saved them, you’ll be punished by having to stay in Hengyang City for two months until things calm down before returning to the sect.”

At this moment, Linghu Chong also came forward to apologize, saying, "Master, I also fought with my uncle from the Songshan Sect today, and I am willing to accept the punishment!"

Yue Buqun snorted coldly: "I haven't even mentioned your business yet! Hero Linghu, what amazing swordsmanship! Even Fei Bin, the junior brother of the Songshan Sect, is no match for you. I just wonder which school of swordsmanship you use?"

Linghu Chong froze on the spot, opened his mouth, looked at Li Mu, and didn't know how to speak for a moment.

Li Mu was also somewhat helpless. Today at Liu's residence, relying on his profound internal strength, he used the Huashan Sword Technique even when facing two masters, Ding Mian and Fei Bin.

Linghu Chong, on the other hand, is no match for Fei Bin. While his swordsmanship is no worse than Fei Bin's, his internal energy is far inferior. Without using the Dugu Nine Swords, relying solely on the Huashan Swordplay, he wouldn't even be able to defeat Fei Bin, let alone take him down.

As a result, he naturally used the Dugu Nine Swords.

In Yue Buqun's eyes, this was neither the Huashan sword technique nor the Five Sacred Mountains stone carvings on the Cliff of Contemplation, so how could he not be puzzled and annoyed?

Li Mu stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Master, my eldest brother and I have been hiding something from you, and we apologize to you for it!"

Yue Buqun looked surprised: "Oh, what is it!"

Li Mu said, "Two years ago, my senior brother and I met a senior from our sect and were taught a set of sword techniques by him."

Yue Buqun's heart skipped a beat, but he pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "Which senior brother taught you which sword technique?"

Li Mu carefully said, "That senior forbade us to reveal his identity. He is the Dugu Nine Swordsman!"

Yue Buqun's fingers trembled, spilling tea onto the table. He took a deep breath, suppressing the agitation in his heart, and murmured, "Dugu Nine Swords, Dugu Nine Swords... That's Uncle Feng's unique sword technique. He's still alive, but why doesn't he return to the sect?"

At this point, he couldn't help but sigh, "Alas... I didn't let you reveal his identity; it seems he still can't forget what happened back then!"

Li Mu said, "Master Feng has been living in seclusion in the back mountain all these years, so it seems he has been secretly keeping an eye on our sect."

Yue Buqun seemed stunned by the news, and after a long while, he waved his hand and said, "You may leave now! Let your master have some peace and quiet."

Chapter 557 Much Ado About Nothing

A few days later, Yue Buqun and his wife led their disciples back to Mount Hua, while Li Mu stayed behind to oversee the still chaotic city of Hengyang.

That morning, Li Mu had just finished practicing the Purple Cloud Skill on the summit of Mount Heng and was heading back to Hengyang City when he descended the mountain.

Then I saw several men dressed in tight-fitting clothes, carrying weapons on their backs and holding a portrait in their hands, stopping pedestrians everywhere to ask them for comparison.

Li Mu was taken aback. Judging from their demeanor and attire, they must be from the Demonic Sect. Could it be that Ren Yingying couldn't invite him last time, so she's looking for him again this time?

At this moment, a burly man said, "Stop! I have something to ask you."

Li Mu paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "What is it?"

The man reached into his robes and pulled out a roll of paper, unfolding it as he asked, "Have you seen this person while you've been traveling in these mountains?"

Li Mu glanced at it; it wasn't him.

The person in the painting is a rather elegant old man, tall and slender, with a curved sword at his waist, looking like a martial arts master.

She shook her head slightly at the man, then turned to leave.

Seeing his dismissive attitude, the man was slightly angered. He gripped the hilt of his knife, took a step forward, and said, "I'm asking you a question, answer it properly."

A cold glint appeared on Li Mu's face. He moved swiftly, instantly appearing in front of the man. Without drawing his sword, he used the scabbard to slap the man's face twice.

The man felt a buzzing in his head, a sharp pain in his face, and lost many teeth. His mouth was full of blood, and he staggered backward, only managing to regain his balance after bumping into the man traveling with him behind him.

Just as the man was about to retaliate, another man quickly stopped him. Having witnessed Li Mu's terrifying skills, killing them was as easy as killing chickens, so they dared not.

He cupped his hands to Li Mu and said, "Great hero, I have offended you greatly. Please forgive my rudeness."

Li Mu glanced at them and left.

……

However, for some reason, the Demonic Sect was acting strangely today. Before they had gone far, they encountered several men walking hurriedly towards them.

The man in front of them was an elderly man in his fifties. He cupped his hands to Li Mu and said, "Young brother, may I trouble you? Have you seen this person before?" As he spoke, he took out a portrait from his pocket. Although his words seemed hurried, his tone was very gentle, without any arrogance.

Li Mu looked at it and saw that it was the same as the portrait he had just seen. He was a little curious, but shook his head.

Seeing this, the old man continued to lead the group on their way.

……

Next, Li Mu encountered several more groups of people, all searching for the old man in the portrait, which only fueled his curiosity. Suddenly, another group approached, and a man asked, "Friend, are you...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Mu interrupted, "Are you looking for a tall, thin old man with a curved sword at his waist?"

The man exclaimed happily, "Ah, yes, yes...you've seen me before?"

Li Mu shook his head and said, "No..."

Upon hearing this, the man flew into a rage and shouted, "You've never seen it before, yet you dare to mock me..." Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he asked, "Wait a minute? If you've never seen it, how do you know..."

Li Mu laughed and said, "I haven't seen the person, but I've seen quite a few portraits today."

Another man leading the group glanced at Li Mu, frowned, and called out, "Sixth Brother, don't cause any more trouble. Chasing them is the priority."

The man snorted coldly and turned away.

As he rounded a hill, Li Mu stopped following the mountain path and used his lightness skill to fly over hills and ridges. He did not encounter any more members of the Demonic Sect.

In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, they were not far from Hengshan City. Li Mu slowed down and inadvertently noticed a figure sitting by a nearby stream. He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but only glanced at it casually when he got closer.

The man was an elderly man in white robes, with a slender face and a sparse, long white beard hanging down to his chest. At that moment, he was holding a jar of strong liquor and drinking it in large gulps. There were two other unopened jars beside him.