Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 248: Glaring Back the Bat King, An Encounter with the Six Heroes

Murong Fu let the little monkey climb onto his shoulder, then remembered something.

Through telepathic communication, he taught the first level of the Nine Yang Divine Skill to Cangshan. Because Murong Fu had previously taught the Nine Yang Divine Skill to the giant eagle little by little, this time he was very skilled at it.

Cangshan followed behind Murong Fu and the giant eagle, witnessing for the first time such a scene of killing.

However, because his heart is now connected with Murong Fu, he quickly went from fear to a state of calm.

Afterwards, Murong Fu let Cangshan meditate properly and then took it to his pet space to rest.

Then Murong Fu found the rock where Zhou Zhiruo had just lain and fell into a deep sleep.

Although he is now a Grandmaster and can go without sleep for days and nights without much effect, Murong Fu always has the habit of taking a nap.

Half an hour later, when it was fully light, Zhou Zhiruo woke up Murong Fu.

After washing themselves with snow, the group set off again.

After traveling for two more days, they arrived in a vast desert in the afternoon. The snow on the ground had melted, and the two sleds glided across the sand.

As they were walking, they suddenly heard horses' hooves coming from the west. Abbess Miejue made a gesture, and all the disciples immediately hid and lay down behind the sand dunes.

The two men each brandished a short sword, pointing it at Zhang Wuji and Zhu'er's backs. Their meaning was very clear: the Emei Sect was ambushing the enemy. If Zhang Wuji and the others raised a warning, the short swords would be thrust forward and instantly kill them.

Zhou Zhiruo also turned her pretty face toward Murong Fu, but her eyes darted away.

Murong Fu naturally knew that Zhou Zhiruo had been assigned to watch over him, but he felt sorry for her and was therefore in a difficult position.

Murong Fu had naturally sensed it long ago. Four young men were riding up on horseback, and their movements were quite methodical, unlike ordinary merchants. Moreover, they possessed the strength of third-rate masters, so they were most likely members of the Ming Cult.

Sure enough, a moment later, Murong Fu heard the Emei Sect members say:

"These are demonic members of the evil cult; not a single one of them should be let go!"

Murong Fu then saw that the ten members of the Emei Sect surrounded him but did not attack, and sent four disciples with second or third-rate strength to fight against the four members of the Ming Cult.

Compared to the Emei Sect, Murong Fu actually preferred the Ming Cult a little more.

Then a surge of true energy rose from the sky, stirring up a gust of wind. The four Ming Cult disciples were overjoyed, found an opening, and rode away on horseback.

As they watched the Ming Cult members disappear, some of the Emei disciples cursed loudly, while others remained silent.

Abbess Miejue remained unmoved, presumably because she considered herself a grandmaster and deliberately killed this junior disciple of the Ming Cult, which would indeed be beneath her dignity. Abbess Jingxuan came to Miejue and said, "Master, a sudden gust of wind has risen, and that Ming Cult demon has escaped."

It's such a pity...

Abbess Miejue coldly said, "What's there to regret?"

"Wouldn't it be satisfying to wipe out all the demons in one fell swoop? It would save us the trouble of running around searching everywhere."

Jingxuan replied, "Yes!"

Although Miejue is considered a top expert in the world of Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, she is actually only a top-tier second-rate expert in Murong Fu's eyes.

However, with the blessing of the Heaven-Slaying Sword, he still has the ability to fight against a master of the Innate Realm, probably a level stronger than when he first came to this world, since he didn't have any means to resist the Heaven-Slaying Sword back then.

However, with this level of strength, it was naturally impossible to see through the abnormality of this gust of wind.

Around midnight, suddenly the sound of camel bells jingling could be heard, and a camel came galloping from afar.

Everyone, who had been asleep, was startled awake. The camel's bell had initially come from the southwest, but in a moment it moved from south to north, reaching the northwest. Then it turned east, and the sound of bells appeared in the northeast.

The camel bells darted east and west, like ghosts. After a while, the sound of the bells grew fainter and fainter as it approached, until suddenly, the bells rang loudly from the southeast, as if the camels had flown by like birds. The members of the Emei Sect had never been to the desert before, and hearing the strange sound of the bells, they were all secretly terrified.

Abbess Miejue said loudly, "Whoever you are, please show yourself. What kind of behavior is this, putting on airs like this?"

Her voice carried far. After she said those words, the bell stopped ringing, but the disciples were still afraid and dared not sleep.

The next day passed peacefully. Around midnight, the camel bells started ringing again, sometimes near, sometimes far, sometimes to the east, sometimes to the west.

Murong Fu naturally recognized who this person was. In the world of Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, there is only one person with such lightness skill and such leisure time.

At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo turned to the side and asked softly, "Young Master Murong, who is this...?"

.

She didn't expect Murong Fu to answer her question, but she still asked it subconsciously, perhaps to bolster her courage, or perhaps out of trust in Murong Fu and a desire to talk to him.

Murong Fu said calmly, "Naturally, it's Wei Yixiao, the Green-Winged Bat King."

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes widened. She hadn't expected Murong Fu to actually know this person's background, but she wasn't sure if it was accurate.

It was at this moment that Murong Fu glanced indifferently at Wei Yixiao, who was passing through the air.

But the latter suddenly felt a chill in the air, as if a piglet had been spotted by a mountain tiger. The oppressive feeling from the depths of its genes made it even afraid to turn its head to look at the source.

He circulated his inner energy, his muscles bulged, and then he unleashed his fastest speed to leave the place.

After running for a while, he was so exhausted that he dared to secretly rest and recuperate on a sand dune.

After Zhou Zhiruo relayed Murong Fu's words to Abbess Miejue, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she said:

"This person is very likely the 'Azure-Winged Bat King,' one of the Four Kings of the Demonic Sect. I've long heard that his lightness skill is unparalleled, and it certainly lives up to his reputation."

Far superior to me...:

Who told you that?

She knew, of course, that her disciple was still inexperienced and could not be so certain about the strange man's background.

Zhou Zhiruo said, "It's...it's Young Hero Murong."

Extinction nodded and said, "Young Hero Murong comes from a prestigious family, so it's not surprising that he could recognize the identity of this Demonic Sect Dharma King."

But why did the Blue-Winged Bat King suddenly leave?

Extinction had a slight doubt in her heart, but she was not a person who would engage in internal strife, nor was she a person who was willing to think too much.

She believed in the Heaven-Slaying Sword in her hand, and she insisted on dealing with whatever came her way.

He then told his disciples to rest, and even exempted them from keeping watch at night.

Because if they were facing the Azure-Winged Bat King, it would be pointless for these disciples to keep watch at night. In that case, it would come down to whether the Bat King's lightness skill was superior or their own Heaven-Slaying Sword was faster.

That night, the Emei Sect's security appeared relaxed on the outside but was actually tight on the inside, and nothing unexpected happened.

The next day, the group traveled another hundred miles, and at noon, they suddenly saw four people fighting behind a sand dune.

A middle-aged man was fighting against three white-robed Taoists. One of the white-robed Taoists had a flame mark on his arm, and the Emei Sect members could tell at a glance that he was a member of the Ming Cult.

The middle-aged man held his own against three opponents, and even managed to find an opening and wound one of them with his sword.

The Emei disciples watched the fight from a distance, offering no assistance. The remaining two demonic sect members, seeing that one of their own had been injured and reinforcements had arrived from the other side,

Fear had already taken hold of them, and suddenly with a whoosh, the two of them fled in opposite directions, one to the north and the other to the south.

Some of the Emei disciples wanted to help the middle-aged man chase after the members of the Demonic Sect, but Jingxuan thought that if they acted rashly, it might displease Yin Liuxia of Wudang.

Yin Liting had been engaged to Ji Xiaofu in his early years, so Jingxuan naturally recognized him.

Miejue watched as Yin Liting, fighting three against one, stabbed two of them in succession before chasing after the third.

He secretly admired her: Wudang Sect has such a fine disciple, but our Emei Sect has no such outstanding successor. Xiaofu was unlucky; she couldn't marry this man and was instead injured by the demonic sect's Yin Tu.

In Abbess Miejue's mind, Ji Xiaofu was certainly killed by Yang Xiao, not by her own hand.

Abbess Miejue is like this: she never engages in internal strife, only looks for her own strengths and others' weaknesses.

Afterwards, Yin Liting ran back to the Emei disciples, bowed, and spoke to Abbess Miejue about things that Murong Fu was not interested in.

He had already taken out the Spirit Spring Wine produced in the Valley of Immortality and was drinking it.

Then, remembering something, he handed Zhou Zhiruo a small pot and said, "Try it, Junior Sister Zhiruo."

Your lips are all chapped.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo licked her lips, but after walking through the sand dunes for so long, the saliva on her tongue was dry, so it naturally had no effect.

The Lingquan wine, emanating a faint chill, appeared even more tempting in Murong Fu's hand.

As if possessed, Zhou Zhiruo accepted the wine offered by Murong Fu. After taking a sip, she immediately felt refreshed and her mind cleared.

Wine brewed with spiritual spring water is naturally extraordinary.

However, Zhou Zhiruo still maintained the reserve of a young lady, and after taking a few sips, she handed the drink back to Murong Fu.

Murong Fu had already finished a jar, and after taking the wine jar handed to him by Zhou Zhiruo, he drank directly from it.

This stirred something within Zhou Zhiruo: How could she drink it directly from the mouth...? I just...:

Then he looked at his other fellow disciples and found that several of them were watching him. Murong Fu’s every move naturally attracted their attention. They were tired of seeing the old face of Miejue in the sect. Now that they had such a stunning beauty as Murong Fu to look at, why wouldn’t they keep staring at him?

Zhou Zhiruo quickly lowered her head, thinking that she should keep her distance from Young Master Murong in the future.

Then, Miejue ordered them to start cooking and prepare noodles to entertain Yin Liuxia.

These past few days, they've mostly had cold water and flatbread. Their own diet is very simple, but they've been extremely hospitable to Yin Liting, naturally because of Ji Xiaofu.

Yin Liting understood their feelings, her eyes reddened slightly, and she choked up as she said, "Thank you all, fellow disciples."

At this moment, Zhu'er asked Yin Liting about Zhang Wuji's current situation.

She slowly recounted her story with Zhang Wuji, and only then did Zhang Wuji realize that this girl was the one he had met as a child.

The little girl following Granny Jin Hua.

She also learned that the person he was talking about was herself.

Zhang Wuji was flattered and overwhelmed, never expecting that anyone in the world would care about him so much, and he was deeply moved.

He dared not agree simply because he was afraid of being interrogated by the Extinction Army about the whereabouts of his adoptive father, the Golden Lion King.

Murong Fu, standing to the side, sighed.

Zhang Wuji, Zhang Wuji, you were pathetic when your martial arts were weak, and you're still pathetic even after mastering your divine skills. Didn't you learn all those divine skills for nothing?!