Simultaneous time travel, starting from Little Li Flying Dagger

The people of Xingyun Manor each had their own pose, but none of them could move.

This was because Chuk had used needles to strike their pressure points.

"Who exactly are you?"

Mr. Iron Flute truly deserves his reputation as one of the most renowned figures in the martial arts world. Even though he was subdued by someone using his most proficient acupoint striking technique, he did not panic too much.

"Spanning a century, omnipresent, perhaps some of you still remember the Azure Dragon Society?" Chuk said with a playful expression.

No one present expected to hear those three words.

The group immediately fell silent, their backs soaked with cold sweat, and the combination of the snowy weather made them feel extremely cold.

To discuss the Azure Dragon Society,

Looking back over the past sixty years, what event did it not have the shadow of its influence behind it?

Even in the life-or-death battle between the great hero Shen Lang and the King of Joy, the Azure Dragon Society seized most of the final benefits.

If even the most outstanding people in the world react this way, one can only imagine the reaction of others upon hearing about the Azure Dragon Society.

"Amitabha Buddha, what is the Azure Dragon Society's intention in doing this?"

Master Xinmei sighed, his words filled with fear but also a sense of probing.

This mysterious person seemed to have no murderous intent; it's unclear what they intended to do...

On the other side, Chuk frowned, clearly disgusted.

Are you feeling wronged?

These people were clearly the ones who initiated the attack, yet Xinmei portrayed it as if they were bullying the weak.

The bald monk's words are indeed eloquent, and his ability to distort the truth is truly remarkable.

However, Chuk had no intention of arguing with them. Instead, he began to call out names as if by magic.

"Gongsun Moyun's family tradition of the Moyun Hand technique combines acupoint striking with powerful palm strikes and is incredibly versatile, totaling fourteen moves. Now, in your hands, only seven moves remain..."

"You're Tian Qiye, the one who 'ruins the world with a stick and suppresses the universe with three iron galls,' aren't you ashamed at your age, with both an iron stick and iron galls?"

"And you, Young Master You, as the last disciple of the former number one swordsman in the world, have turned your unparalleled swordsmanship into a sneak attack technique."

"..."

"What a disgrace! What a terrible family lineage! You've completely disgraced us!"

Chuk ridiculed them one by one, then shook his head, as if angry at their lack of ambition.

Although there was an element of acting involved, Chu Ke genuinely believed that these people were able to make a name for themselves in the martial arts world, mostly thanks to their martial arts skills.

The reason they couldn't become top-tier masters wasn't because their martial arts techniques were bad, but because...

After Chuke finished speaking, the faces of the others turned as red as monkey bottoms, and they gritted their teeth, unable to speak for a long time.

After all, with so many people attacking him alone, and being cleanly and decisively countered, it seems there's nothing wrong with being accused of disgracing his master.

But face is more important than life, so Zhao Zhengyi and the others could only pray that Chu Ke would let it go for now and not spread the matter to the martial arts world.

"Back in the Song Dynasty, the emperor's 'Taizu Long Fist' made the entire martial arts world unable to raise its head. This shows that there is no distinction between high and low in martial arts; those who are inferior are ultimately just people."

"I'm so lonely..."

Chuk looked up at the bright moon in the sky, his expression carefree yet seemingly tinged with a hint of regret.

Upon hearing this, Long Xiaoyun and the others suddenly raised their heads, their faces filled with anticipation.

This sudden shift to a literary and artistic attitude—is it a sign that they're going to let us off the hook?

The next moment, Chuk magically produced a pile of paper and pens and distributed them to everyone.

"If you're always preoccupied with dirty matters, you'll likely find it difficult to make any breakthroughs in the future. Rather than let this unique skill be lost, I'd rather pass it on to you..."

"To rebuild the glory of all factions..."

Before Chu Ke could finish speaking, the people from Xingyun Manor could no longer hold back.

What kind of situation is this?

We've all seen plenty of feuds, grudges, and treachery in the martial world. If you're not as skilled as someone else, you might as well give them your life.

What does it mean to force someone to hand over their family's secret techniques? Even if it really is the Azure Dragon Society, I've never heard of them doing something so domineering.

Even if we take a step back and say that there are as many martial arts sects in the world as there is an ocean, how could you possibly learn them all?

Before the others could refuse, Chu Ke had already flashed to Long Xiaoyun's side.

You're the one who acts as the investment agent, you go first.

"Fourth Master Long, the Azure Dragon Society already knows about your plot to frame the Plum Blossom Thief... You don't want the whole martial arts world to know tomorrow that you conspired with Lin Xian'er to frame your sworn brother, do you?"

"If you want to solidify Li Xunhuan's stigma, then cooperate obediently." Chu Ke's words, like a devil's whisper, completely shattered Long Xiaoyun's defenses.

Is it really more important than Li Xunhuan's death than just his family's secret spear technique?

Without much hesitation, Long Xiaoyun immediately began writing.

Chuk looked up and then at Zhao Zhengyi.

Zhao Zhengyi, with an arrogant expression, resolutely declared, "How can family martial arts be passed down privately? Even if you persuade Master Long, I, Zhao Zhengyi, will not..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chuk had already leaped in front of him like a ghost.

"Uncle Zhao, you've misunderstood. Don't get agitated at your age. Take a deep breath... you'll be fine soon."

An unexpected and unimpeded longsword pierced Zhao Zhengyi's left chest.

Chuk placed one hand on his shoulder and used the other to slowly push inside.

"Tsk, how come your heart isn't even half as thick as your skin? You're better off not learning this 'iron-fisted' skill."

Zhao Zhengyi's eyes began to glaze over.

I was just trying to decline first, and if you insisted, I would have given it to you. Why does this person always act so unpredictably?

Zhao Zhengyi deeply regretted it; he should have known better than to pretend to be tough...

As Zhao Zhengyi's body fell, Chu Ke coldly looked at the crowd.

Gongsun Moyun and the others were originally invited by Long Xiaoyun and Zhao Zhengyi to help them. Now that they saw the difference between life and death between the two, they could naturally tell the difference in strength. Without Chu Ke urging them, they immediately began to write down their own martial arts techniques.

Master Xinmei's expression twitched slightly. After writing down the common Shaolin internal martial arts techniques of Bodhidharma, he also left behind a copy of the "Surangama Sutra".

This humble monk is enlightening the wicked, not betraying the temple's secret teachings.

Master Xinmei remained calm and composed.

With a soft rustling sound as his nose rubbed against paper, Chuk slowly walked toward Afei and Tie Chuanjia.

Afei was stunned for a moment. He had been saved by this man in the rain of arrows, and he subconsciously regarded Chu Ke as one of his own.

What, even our own people have to write this?

Chuk squatted down, looked at Afei's slightly youthful face, and said with a grin:

"Your sword is fast! Teach me how to use it!"

Afei wanted to refuse, but Tie Chuanjia pointed to the woodshed not far away with a pleading look in his eyes.

Ah Fei gave a wry smile, understanding perfectly.

Fine, let it be a sacrifice to repay this person for saving my life and to save Li Xunhuan.

Gritting his teeth, Afei wrote down the "Shen Family Sword Technique," which was taught by his mother, Bai Feifei, and improved upon by his own understanding.

This time, we actually got a good deal.

Chu Ke said that at this time, A Fei did not know that he was the illegitimate son of the great hero Shen Lang and Bai Feifei, and that his mother taught him the swordsmanship of Shen Lang, the protagonist of Gu Long's previous decade.

"Don't even think about leaving any tricks in the manual. The entire martial arts world has the eyes and ears of the Azure Dragon Society. If I find any problems, you won't be so lucky today."

Upon hearing this, the group of people who were writing from memory trembled as they recalled the legend of the Azure Dragon Society.

When you're out and about, you give yourself an identity, and it's surprisingly useful.

Soon after, Chu Ke, like a teacher, collected all the martial arts manuals that everyone had written down, and then turned his gaze to the woodshed.

There's... Little Li's Flying Dagger there.

Chuk ultimately abandoned the idea.

That person is really stubborn; forcibly demanding it will only backfire.

Having achieved his goal, Chu Ke did not linger and left Xingyun Manor with Tie Chuanjia and A Fei.