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

Chapter 255 Subduing the Six Factions

Abbess Miejue was the first to go up and challenge them. While the others were still angry and cursing, she was already ready to start her attack.

But as a renowned figure in the martial arts world and a senior figure in the martial arts community, she naturally wouldn't be as arrogant as Murong Fu. She said in a cold voice:

"Young Master Murong, are you really determined to oppose the martial arts world of the Central Plains?!"

The old nun pities you for your young age and the difficulty of cultivating martial arts. If you sever ties with the Ming Cult now, we can still regard you as a young hero of the Central Plains martial arts world.

But if we wait for the old nun to intervene, it would mean severing all ties, and she wouldn't show any mercy!

Murong Fu smiled and said, "I am grateful for the care you and your disciples have given me these past few days."

As he said this, Murong Fu glanced at Zhou Zhiruo, who was looking at him with worry and concern.

He gave her a reassuring look, assuring her not to worry. Then he said to Abbess Miejue, "I have learned a great lesson from you, Abbess."

After Murong Fu broke through the sword energy of the Heaven-Slaying Sword, Miejue's eyes became even more solemn.

Abbess Miejue was never a soft-hearted person, nor was she a coward who feared death.

She was the kind of person who would die for the sake of protecting the interests of her sect and the so-called righteous path. Even though she saw that Murong Fu's martial arts were extremely high and that he could easily break through the sword light that she couldn't withstand, she still mustered her courage and charged forward with her sword.

She covered the distance of three zhang in three steps, wielding the Heaven-Slaying Sword as smoothly as a full moon. Murong Fu remained unmoved, as if he were about to be cut in two at any moment.

Just as he was about to achieve his goal, Murong Fu lightly patted the side of the sword with his palm. A tremendous force came from Abbess Miejue's hand, and she almost lost her grip on the hilt. Blood seeped from the mouth of her hand.

Then Murong Fu grabbed Abbess Miejue's wrist, dodged, and threw her over his shoulder.

Abbess Miejue was then slammed hard onto the ground not far away.

"Next."

Before Abbess Miejue could even get up, Murong Fu ordered the next person to come up and be beaten.

Zhou Zhiruo, Ding Minjun, and the others quickly went up and helped Abbess Miejue sit up.

Abbess Miejue glared fiercely at Murong Fu, her heart filled with doubt:

Who am I? Where am I? How did I fall to the ground?

Adjusting his breathing, he realized that he was not seriously injured, but his breathing was indeed unstable. So he sat cross-legged on the spot and began to regulate his breathing.

When everyone saw that Murong Fu first broke the Shaolin monk's Dragon Claw Hand with his folding fan, and then threw Abbess Miejue with an over-the-shoulder throw, their anger towards Murong Fu was overshadowed by shock and rage.

This young man is unknown, as if he appeared out of thin air. How could he break through the attacks of two masters in succession? Could he really be that capable?

When Yang Xiao and the others saw that Murong Fu had mastered the seventh level of the Qiankun Great Shift, they knew that his martial arts skills were unparalleled.

Those who do not understand the power of this Qiankun Great Shift naturally need to look at Murong Fu's battle record.

Now everyone is filled with doubt and uncertainty, and for a moment, they are at a loss.

At this moment, an elder from the Qiangdong Sect stepped forward and said, "I am Zong Weixia of the Qiangdong Sect. I would like to learn from Young Master Murong's superior skills!"

As he spoke, he assumed a boxing stance, employing the Seven Injury Fist, a signature technique of the Qiang school.

But those who know him or are martial arts masters can see that his stance is somewhat tense, indicating that he is under considerable pressure.

Zong Weixia saw that Murong Fu seemed to be full of weaknesses, but having learned from the mistakes of Kongxing and Miejue, he naturally dared not be careless.

Then, with a loud shout, he threw a punch at Murong Fu.

This boxing style is powerful and imposing when it strikes, with seven different forces in one punch. Some are fierce, some are gentle, some are both strong and gentle, some are strong and gentle, some are strong and gentle, some are horizontal, some are vertical, and some are internal. The enemy cannot withstand this continuous force and will suffer serious internal injuries.

But he saw that Murong Fu neither dodged nor yielded, but instead took the Seven Injury Fist head-on with his chest.

Zong Weixia was overjoyed. He knew that after mastering the Seven Injury Fist, it contained the Yin and Yang energies, the five elements of the lungs (metal), liver (wood), kidneys (water), heart (fire), and spleen (earth). The so-called seven injuries were these seven kinds of harm.

What he didn't know was that Murong Fu now possessed three top-tier martial arts techniques: Shifting Stars, Shifting Flowers and Jade, and Great Shifting of Heaven and Earth. In Murong Fu's eyes, the Yin and Yang energies and the seven types of force were no different from a child's fist swinging wildly.

When Zong Weixia struck Murong Fu, he felt as if he were hitting not a living person, but a wall, a mountain, a wisp of smoke, or a pool of water.

He didn't know why a person's chest could have such a complex and even completely different feel.

Then I felt a tremendous force rebound, the power of the Seven Injury Fist!

It bounced directly onto his arm, severing his forearm. Zong Weixia fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Murong Fu wanted to test the effectiveness of the Qiankun Great Shift, and he also knew that Zong Weixia was skilled in the Seven Injury Fist, so he deliberately let the opponent hit him and then rebound it onto his body.

After using them, Murong Fu felt that although both Qiankun Great Shift and Douzhuan Xingyi were top-level martial arts that used the opponent's force against them and reversed the course of the battle, there were still huge differences between them. Murong Fu felt that each had its own characteristics when he used them. He thought that after returning, he would combine the strengths of both to see if he could take it to the next level.

Zong Weixia's fall made the six major sects even more wary of Murong Fu. They all knew how strong this Elder Zong was; the fact that he could be defeated by Murong Fu in one move naturally demonstrated the high level of Murong Fu's martial arts skills.

They were now in a dilemma. Everyone here had been defeated, and it would probably be useless for the rest of them to go up. Did they have to resort to a war of attrition?

Could it be true, as Murong Fu said, that a group of people attacked together?

Now, Wudang is observing from the sidelines, Emei, Shaolin, and the masters of the Qiang School have been defeated, leaving only the Huashan School and the Kunlun School.

He Taichong, the leader of the Kunlun Sect, and his wife were found dead at Zhuwu Lianhuan Manor a few days ago. The person leading the group at the moment is their junior brother, named Chen Zida.

His martial arts skills were far inferior to those of his senior brother, Mr. Tieqin He Taichong, not to mention the master who had just been defeated by Murong Fu.

Xianyu Tong, the leader of the Huashan Sect, stepped forward and said:

"Gentlemen, we, the six major sects, have come to sweep away evil spirits and uphold the righteous path."

Rather than anything else, in martial arts, the point is to stop when the opponent has made their move.

The Ming Cult has been driven to the brink of collapse by our six major factions. If we exert just a little more effort, we can eradicate them completely and eliminate any future troubles.

How can we be helpless just because Young Master Murong is so powerful?

A gentleman may be deceived by his principles, but we, the renowned figures of the martial arts world, should prioritize eliminating evil and upholding justice!

Besides, this young master Murong just made some arrogant remarks, telling us to join forces and go to sea, claiming he could wipe us all out. Well then, let's join forces and see if he can silence us all!

To vanquish evil and uphold justice, what is there to fear in death?!

After saying this, Xianyu Tong took a few steps forward. Many experts from the six major sects were thrilled, and many people in the crowd echoed his words.

"That's right!"

"Let's swarm him and take down Murong Fu, then let's see if he's still so arrogant!"

"To actually stand up for the demonic sect, such a scoundrel deserves to be killed by everyone!"

The crowd roared and shouted, putting considerable pressure on the Ming Cult members. They all looked towards Murong Fu amidst the uproar. His white robes were stretched taut by the shouts and the surging of his inner energy, yet his back remained as elegant and relaxed as ever, giving people a sense of reassurance.

"Then you guys go ahead."

Murong Fu's voice rang in the ears of the six major sects, like a spark igniting a powder keg.

Explosion instantly!

The crowd ran, roared, and charged madly toward Murong Fu, wielding swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks, kicking and punching him as they attacked.

But anyone who approached Murong Fu was quickly thrown or knocked away by him with simple moves.

With the blessing of the Great Shift of the Universe, Murong Fu has mastered many martial arts, and has also gained a comprehensive understanding of the swordsmanship principle of "no moves are better than moves". Now, every punch and kick he makes contains great secrets.

What may appear as random, unstructured punches, grappling, and throws are actually manifestations of the ultimate martial arts.

Everyone else seemed to be moving in slow motion. Murong Fu faced the situation calmly, but every punch, palm strike, and kick was full of power. His muscles surged wildly, but he wasn't gathering strength; rather, he was suppressing his own power.

After becoming a grandmaster, Murong Fu's control over himself reached an extremely terrifying level. He could control the softness, hardness, smoothness, and strength of every muscle and every inch of skin in his body.

After mastering the seventh level of the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, one gains a deeper level of control over power, allowing one to effortlessly handle both light and heavy tasks.

The reason I'm keeping my strength at a second-rate level now is because I'm afraid that if I punch them, I'll turn them all into mincemeat.

After all, becoming the leader of the Ming Cult was just the first step. The next step would be to become the leader of the martial arts alliance. Then, he would order these people to fight against the Yuan dynasty. They would all be his future subordinates. It would be enough to break their tendons and bones. After they recovered, they could be washed and used again.

Furthermore, if he were to kill with overwhelming force, these mortal beings wouldn't even be qualified to provide him with a sense of impact. What would be the point of swinging his sword in vain?

It's more interesting to control your strength and use the force of each punch to hit the ground; it also allows you to test your martial arts skills.

Even with Murong Fu suppressing his power so much, no one could withstand more than two moves from him.

His understanding of martial arts completely exceeded everyone else's imagination. Even though everyone's strength was about the same at the moment, Murong Fu's simple and unpretentious fist and foot techniques, which were not bound by the limitations of moves, were a true dimensional reduction attack.

It can be said that the punches are warm, the palm strikes are measured, the body twists are powerful, the foot lifts are accurate, the hand lifts are high, the punches are angled, and every move has attitude.

In less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick, hundreds of experts from the six major sects and their subordinate sects fell to the ground, almost all of them with broken bones, groaning in pain.

Aside from showing some leniency towards the Wudang disciples, he took the opportunity to grope Zhou Zhiruo a few times before throwing her onto Ding Minjun.

Murong Fu's strength was skillful; Zhou Zhiruo was unharmed, only experiencing some discomfort, but Ding Minjun had three ribs broken.

In comparison, Murong Fu was actually holding back against Kongxing and Miejue, who challenged him at the beginning.

When Miejue saw that everyone else had been beaten to sleep on the ground by Murong Fu, they cried out like children.

She also slowed down her breathing.

Sitting is much better than lying down. When the Ming Cult members saw that Murong Fu had single-handedly defeated all six major sects, their admiration for him reached its peak.

"The sect leader's martial arts are unparalleled!"

"The six major factions' clowns and devils, why don't you kneel down and submit immediately?!"

"I can't kneel, I can't kneel! How can I kneel with my legs broken?"

The Ming Cult leaders around Yang Xiao also looked completely bewildered.

Wei Yixiao said, "Yang Xiao, is the leader's 'Great Shift of the Universe' technique correct? Something seems a little strange to me..."

Yang Xiao said, "The sect leader is using the Great Shift of the Universe to suppress his own strength. Hehe, this is truly an eye-opener!"

"Suppressing one's own strength?"

Mr. Cold Noodles, Monk with Cloth Bag, Zhou Dian, and others slowly pondered the meaning of these words before realizing just how high Murong Fu's martial arts skills truly were.

Murong Fu ignored the praise and flattery from the Ming Cult members, thinking to himself that after dealing with the six major sects, it would be time to deal with you.

He knew that there were many problems within the Ming Cult. Although they claimed to be expelling the Tartars and worshipping the fire god, many people within the cult actually had no faith or self-identity and joined the Ming Cult only to do things for convenience.

The vows they made were like farts; they showed no hesitation whatsoever when faced with personal gain.

Therefore, many Ming Cult disciples, under the guise of the Ming Cult, brought a lot of infamy to the Ming Cult, and it gradually became known as the "evil cult" in everyone's eyes.

But is the Ming Cult without problems? Of course it does; its vetting process is lax and its punishments are unclear.

Even the bad behavior of many Ming Cult disciples is a result of the superiors setting an example for the subordinates; if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked as well.

But this is a common problem for almost all organizations. What Murong Fu needs to do is become a true fire god, burning quietly in the hearts of every Ming Cult disciple, so that they have reverence for the rules and regulations of the cult.

Murong Fu said to the people of the six major sects, "Gentlemen, I have now defeated all the experts who came from the six major sects, and my true energy has not yet been exhausted."

But I advise you not to waste your energy on the remaining experts. After all, we still need to bring the people on the ground back. If you all fall, my Ming Cult will not support you.”

The members of the Ming Cult burst into laughter upon hearing this, thinking to themselves that their new leader was truly a remarkable person.

The people from the six major sects did not look well.

Murong Fu then said, "Hehe, everyone, I have no intention of being enemies with the various sects in the Central Plains, but you should not push your luck."

As the leader of the Ming Cult, he would naturally try to win over his followers and rectify their behavior.

At the future meeting, Wudang and Zhang Zhenren will discuss the grand plan to expel the shoes. As for the grudges you mentioned... Xie Xun is nowhere to be found. I will not stop you from seeking revenge against him. As for other long-cherished wishes, we will discuss them after the Central Plains is restored.

What personal grudge can compare to the greater good of the nation?

After Murong Fu finished speaking, regardless of whether the people from each sect agreed or not, they all knew that they were no match for Murong Fu in terms of physical strength, so they had to accept it no matter what.

They all rushed to gather the wounded and turned to leave, but the ambition they had when they came here was gone.

Then Murong Fu said, "Wait."

Everyone's heart skipped a beat, thinking, "Is he going to change his mind and let us stay?"

But then they saw Murong Fu reach out and gently grab a middle-aged man with a goatee.

"You think you can just run away after offending the cult leader?"