All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Chapter 134 Blood Feud Unresolved, Even Buddha's Obstacles Propel the Battle

"Father, I'll deal with this old scoundrel." Xiao Feng said, then flipped his left palm and struck Murong Bo's chest directly.

The palm strike hit his face, but Murong Bo didn't care much. Although he had heard of the name "Northern Qiao Feng," the other party was only on par with his son Murong Fu, and besides, he had lost an arm. How much skill could he possibly have?

He was confident in his superior martial arts skills, believing that there were few who could rival him in the world. The only person he feared from beginning to end was Xiao Yuanshan.

In a flash, he circled and drew his right hand, using the Murong family's ultimate technique, "Shifting Stars," to redirect the force of Xiao Feng's palm strike back to the young man and let him taste the power of his family's Dragon Subduing Palm.

But as soon as their palms met, Murong Bo realized he was terribly wrong.

The force of Xiao Feng's palm strike far exceeded his expectations. His "Shifting Stars" technique was unable to completely deflect the attack for the time being, and he could only hastily guide it aside.

"Boom—!" The deflected palm force slammed into the east wall of the side hall. The brick wall exploded, creating a hole about ten feet wide, with bricks and stones flying everywhere and dust billowing in.

Through the hole, you can see that an ancient cypress tree, as thick as a person's embrace, was struck by the remaining force outside the wall. The trunk snapped in half with a "crack," and the crown crashed to the ground.

Murong Bo took two steps back to dissipate the remaining force. He glanced down at his slightly numb right hand, and when he looked up again, his eyes were full of seriousness.

This Khitan puppy's skills are incredibly powerful!?

Seeing Xiao Feng attack again, Murong Bo dared not be careless this time. He unleashed several palm strikes with both hands, switching to Shaolin martial arts techniques to counter his opponent. The wind from his palms howled, and his moves were exquisite, a stark contrast to his previous underestimation of his opponent.

Zhang Cheng glanced at the two locked in combat. Initially, Xiao Feng was limited by his severed arm, which prevented him from fully utilizing many of the Dragon Subduing Palm techniques, putting him at a slight disadvantage.

But as the fight went on, he gradually adapted to the discomfort of his severed arm, and his moves changed accordingly. His palm strikes became increasingly fierce, and he gradually gained the upper hand.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng knew that it was only a matter of time before Xiao Feng won, so he stopped watching and turned to walk towards the Sutra Pavilion.

He walked for a while, then stopped abruptly in a secluded corner. Without turning his head, he said, "Master, you've followed me all this way. Are you worried that I might also sneak into the library to read the scriptures?"

Footsteps suddenly sounded behind Zhang Cheng, and a gaunt monk in a blue robe slowly walked out.

This man was extremely old; his sparse, long beard was completely white. He moved slowly and seemed weak and listless, not at all like someone who possessed martial arts skills.

The old monk stopped a few feet behind Zhang Cheng, clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly: "I did have some doubts earlier. But now it seems that your martial arts are unparalleled, and you had already noticed me, deliberately leading me here. I just wonder what your intention is?"

Zhang Cheng turned around, looked at the unassuming old monk, and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Naturally, it's to stop the master."

The old monk raised his head, his face expressionless: "Trying to stop me?"

"Yes," Zhang Cheng nodded. "Wasn't Master just about to stop the Xiao family father and son from taking revenge?"

Upon hearing this, the old monk slowly spoke: "Benefactor, you are mistaken. When will this cycle of revenge ever end? Besides, the two old laymen, Xiao and Murong, have been practicing Buddhist martial arts for so long that they are already riddled with injuries and ailments, and are constantly tormented by illness. It would be better for this old monk to play the villain and step in to convert them."

Zhang Cheng chuckled and shook his head: "Not so. If the master hadn't intervened, Murong Bo and his son would have had no chance of survival today."

Murong Fu was all alone, without any children. Who would continue this cycle of revenge? Wouldn't the cycle of reincarnation, as the master spoke of, be broken at this point?

He paused, then continued, "Besides, I'm also helping you, Master. If you try to convert Murong Bo without distinguishing right from wrong, aren't you just taking on his karma? Are you prepared to pay for the blood debts he carries?"

The old monk's eyes flickered slightly. After a moment's contemplation, he asked, "It seems you harbor deep resentment towards the Murong family? Could it be that you have some kind of grudge?"

Zhang Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, speaking calmly: "I have no reason to hold any prejudice against their actions."

Moreover, I had previously agreed to the requests of the Funiu Sect, Qingcheng Sect, Qin Family Village, and several of Master Xuanbei's direct disciples to seek justice for the wrongfully deceased in each of these families.

Therefore, I have come here today for a feud between the martial arts world and the people I want to kill are the Murong father and son.

However, the Xiao family's thirty-year-old blood feud is ultimately too complex to be resolved by others, which is why I have refrained from interfering. Now that you wish to save someone, Master, then I will spar with you for a few rounds."

He glanced around and suddenly asked, "By the way, one last question for you, Master. Are there any valuables in these houses around here? Otherwise, your Shaolin Temple will suffer heavy losses today."

As soon as he finished speaking, a surge of powerful true energy erupted from Zhang Cheng's body. He had recently absorbed the inner strength of Kumārajīva, causing his cultivation to skyrocket once again.

If we take the internal energy gained by an ordinary martial artist in a year of cultivation as a unit, what he has accumulated at this moment is probably no less than a thousand years' worth.

Coupled with the fierce and domineering nature of the Northern Darkness True Qi, this surging internal force was like a steel blade scraping across the ground, creating cracks. For a moment, the arena was filled with flying debris and billowing dust.

"The Northern Darkness Divine Art." A hint of surprise flashed in the old monk's eyes. "So you are a member of the Free and Unfettered Sect."

"But I remember that the members of the Free and Unfettered Sect are always detached from worldly affairs, carefree and unconcerned with mundane matters. Your involvement in this conflict is quite unexpected."

"Master, that's outdated. I am now the third-generation leader of the Free and Unfettered Sect, so naturally I shall set the rules for the Free and Unfettered Sect."

Zhang Cheng cracked his knuckles and said casually, "Compared to this, Master, you'd better be careful. Otherwise, if I lose control and kill you, the sin would be immense."

After Zhang Cheng finished speaking, he waved his right hand, and five different sword energies shot out from his fingertips at the same time.

The six meridians of the Divine Sword have different paths of qi circulation that intersect. When an ordinary person circulates several meridians at the same time, the intersection of the meridians will be overwhelmed.

However, he has cultivated the Lesser Formless Skill and the White Rainbow Palm Force, giving him exquisite control over his internal energy; and he also has the physical enhancement brought by the [Soldier] profession, making his meridian strength far superior to that of ordinary people, which is why he can control the swords so easily and unleash multiple strikes at once.

Five sword energies burst forth from the sky, enveloping the old monk's vital points from different angles.

The old monk opposite him also had some knowledge of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, so he was secretly shocked when he saw Zhang Cheng's move. He raised both palms, and his inner force transformed into an invisible high wall, standing in front of him.

The sword energy collided with the wall of energy, creating ripples that spread across it, but it failed to penetrate.

Zhang Cheng knew the old monk was powerful, and without using his [Qi-Breaking Technique], he hadn't expected to defeat him in one move.

As he unleashed five sword energies from his right hand, he lightly tapped his left little finger, and a Shaochong flying sword materialized.

Zhang Cheng gripped Shao Chong's flying sword, and using the speed of the sword as it shot out, he flew straight towards the old monk like an arrow released from a bow.