A man stands before the heavens, his sword emerges from the Emei Mountains.

Chapter 143 Wei Yixiao, Can't Catch Up

When the door opened, the wind made the lamplight flicker. Chen Youliang closed the door, keeping the wind and rain outside, and the firelight shone brightly again.

"Master."

Cheng Kun placed the book in his hand on the kang table.

"My disciple is back."

"Um!"

Chen Youliang walked to the table, picked up the teapot and poured tea. Cheng Kun put on his shoes and came over, sitting on the wooden chair.

"Master, please have some tea."

Cheng Kun took a small sip of his cup, and Chen Youliang said, "The situation has turned out quite unexpectedly."

"What do you mean?"

"Master is wise; the Dragon-Slaying Saber is indeed in the hands of the Emei Sect."

Cheng Kun nodded, his expression calm and composed, as if he had expected this all along.

"The Emei Sect's large ship sailed past the dock. People from Yuzhen Temple, Kongtong Sect, and Huashan Sect were there, as well as a couple from the Jianghu in western Sichuan named Du Baichuan and Yi Sanniang."

Cheng Kun drank his tea with little expression. Chen Youliang continued, "Yi Sanniang and Xie Xun had a blood feud over the killing of her son. With a little prompting from my disciple, Yi Sanniang, eager for revenge, asked Miejue at the dock if she knew Xie Xun's whereabouts."

"What do you mean by extinction?"

"On a remote island overseas, but with no idea where I am."

"Yes, it must be information obtained from the Purple-Robed Dragon King."

"That's what I thought too. Back then, the old Taoist from Yuzhen Temple questioned Miejue about whether the disappearance of the Three Swords of Qinghai was related to the Emei Sect. Miejue replied that the Mid-Autumn Moon was bright and the Emei Sect would be appraising the Dragon-Slaying Saber at the Golden Summit, and they would give an answer then."

"Huh!" Cheng Kun exclaimed in surprise. This scene was truly beyond his expectations. In his mind, it would be reasonable for Miejue to deny it outright. He only needed to arrange for his disciple to keep spreading rumors and guiding the various sects, those who coveted the Dragon Slayer Saber, the Eagle Sect, and the Ming Cult to flock to Emei. At that time, conflicts would arise among all parties, and they would be irreconcilable, accumulating hatred and resentment until they were dead.

"What kind of medicine is the old nun selling in her gourd?" Chen Youliang asked.

Cheng Kun pondered for a while but couldn't find a solution. He said, "It would be strange if people didn't look out for themselves."

"Could it be that Chen Yu came up with this crooked idea for Miejue?"

"It's not impossible that they are not particularly cunning."

"No wonder Xianyu Tong was so wary of Chen Yu and wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible."

Splash—

Where the lightning struck, the collapsing and separating droplets of water filled the roof of the inn like white foam. Chen Yu's pupils shrank suddenly. Chen Youliang's words implied that he had also been in contact with Xianyu Tong.

Chen Yu chuckled softly. This was a perfect opportunity to tease Xian Yutong. He regained his focus and continued listening. From the guest room below, Chen Youliang's voice came again, "Disciple, what should we do next?"

"Since it's hard to guess Chen Yu and Miejue's tricks, we should act according to the situation. My disciple can go to Mount Emei and see how Miejue appraises the Dragon-Slaying Saber."

"Alright, disciple will follow the Kongtong and Huashan sects."

"Um."

"This disciple takes his leave."

"Go."

Light footsteps approached, followed by a creaking sound as the footsteps echoed from the corridor toward the stairs.

A few breaths later, thunder roared like drums, and lightning flashed. Chen Yu, like a feather, lightly and silently left the rooftop, drifted down to the ground, and water droplets bloomed and swirled together as he disappeared into the dark night.

Half a foot of rainwater had accumulated on the bluestone street. Chen Youliang waded through the water when a sudden flash of lightning illuminated his vision, and he abruptly stopped.

In the pouring rain ahead, a figure dressed in black was seen several feet away, with raindrops hanging from the edge of his hat.

"Chen Yu!" Chen Youliang exclaimed in shock, his words escaping his lips instinctively.

"That's right."

In the pouring rain, Chen Yu's figure transformed into a swift shadow, and from the puddles on the ground, astonishingly blooming water lilies spread towards Chen Youliang.

what----

Chen Youliang shouted hysterically, but his voice was immediately drowned out by the sound of thunder, wind and rain. The two figures made contact, and Chen Youliang bent his right knee and straightened his left leg, forming a left bow stance. He flicked his right wrist and punched Chen Yu. This move was extremely skillful and showed great potential.

"Clang."

A purple light burst forth from Chen Yu's waist, and the Purple Rose Soft Sword swept through the rain, extending the carnage to Chen Youliang. The sword shaved open his neck, and blood splattered everywhere before being washed away by the heavy rain.

As Chen Youliang fell like a wooden stake, his vision spun rapidly.

"Success comes from secrecy, failure from leaks. I must have talked too much, which is why Chen Yu suspected me and started tailing me. My master said to be careful what you say in front of others and to be cautious when you're alone." Those are golden words.

With a thud, Chen Youliang fell to the ground, splashing a large amount of water.

Chen Yu crouched down and groped around, taking out a piece of armor to protect his chest. He chuckled softly, stuffed it into his pocket, took the money pouch, and quickly left with the corpse. He didn't even need to capture and interrogate Chen Youliang alive; he could simply expose Xianyu Tong and Cheng Kun by taking advantage of the opportunity to appraise the Dragon-Slaying Saber at the Golden Summit.

A man like Chen Youliang, if he makes a single careless move and manages to escape, will face endless troubles. He should be executed immediately.

The black figure silently floated up to the second floor of the inn. Chen Yu pushed open the window and landed on the ground.

He hung his straw hat on the wall, took off his black night clothes, wrung them out from the rain, and hung them on a wooden chair. He then changed his clothes, went downstairs, and asked the waiter for a pot of wine and two side dishes: steamed quail and stir-fried duck feet. He returned to the inn and drank alone.

While eating, one can't help but think about things. In the world of "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber," Chen Youliang infiltrated the Beggars' Sect and became an eight-bag disciple. Song Qingshu killed Mo Shenggu and secretly replaced the Beggars' Sect leader Shi Huolong. All of these are related to Chen Youliang. It is unknown whether Song Qingshu will still take the path of betraying Wudang. However, Mo Qixia should be safe in this world.

Chen Yu's thoughts returned to the Emei Sect on the river. The large boat had enough rice and flour, and with rainwater replenishment, there was no need to go ashore to replenish water. It was estimated that they would dock in Jingzhou to purchase some supplies, rest peacefully for the night, and then buy horses and head to Jingzhou at dawn.

After a hearty meal, Chen Yu sat cross-legged and practiced the Wudang Nine Yang Skill, guiding his internal energy to temper and restrain his meridians, thus achieving the effect of opening the meridians—

The belt meridian, which invigorates and regulates qi and blood, is used to help people turn off the lights and go to sleep around midnight.

The morning light was just beginning to break, and the rain had stopped and the sky was clear.

The misty water vapor shrouded the dock and the great river in a hazy mist.

Two riverboats approached the dock, and Tang Yang, Wei Yixiao, Shuobude, Bai Xilou, and other burly Ming Cult flag bearers appeared at the bow, their long swords at their waists.

More than a dozen elite men from the Flood Banner jumped onto the dock to buy some rice and noodles. Bai Xilou, dressed in white with a graceful figure, said, "Bat King, I'm going to the dock to find out when the Emei Sect's large ship will pass through Yueyang."

"it is good."

Bai Xilou leaped onto the pier, swaying back and forth as he walked towards "Taiping Old Shop." He gathered information at the pier, with inns and boat shops being his top choices.

Tang Yang withdrew his gaze from Bai Xilou's waist and hips and said, "Dragon King, you are quite capable. We laid a net in the Qiantang Sea, but who knew that the other party would show up in Anhui. However, she also made a mistake. The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. The old nun Miejue got the advantage."

After retreating from Changchun Valley in Wuling Mountain, Wei Yixiao and his group went to Bashu to plan an uprising of the Ming Cult in Bashu. They then rushed to Qiantang, only to find that the Huashan Sect and Lingdong Sect, who had been staying in Qiantang, had already left. Hong Shuiqi's disciples in Qiantang reported that the Purple-Robed Dragon King had appeared in Hongze Lake in Anhui. After searching and investigating, they finally caught up with him in Yueyang.

Upon hearing Tang Yang's words, Wei Yixiao smiled grimly, "Who knows if the old man's horse will turn out to be a blessing in disguise?"

"What does the Bat King mean?"

"Once the Ming Dynasty launches its uprising, Sichuan and Chongqing will be under the Holy Sect's rule. Then I'll go to Emei and see if the old nun Miejue will protect the mountain or guard the sword."

Protect people.

Tang Yang laughed heartily, "You're right, good things come to those who wait."

"Does the Bat King think that Extinction truly stole the Dragon-Slaying Sword from the Dragon King, or just picked it up as a freebie?" Tang Yang asked again.

"In terms of strength, Miejue should be slightly better than Dai Qisi. If Yitian doesn't appear, it's possible that no one can compete with her."

"How does Extinction compare to the Lion King?"

Wei Yixiao had fought with Miejue before, and was unaware that Xie Xun had long been blind, so he said, "Slightly inferior to the Lion King and the Eagle King."

"That's still quite remarkable."

"That old nun's cultivation is indeed not to be underestimated, otherwise how could she have taught a disciple like Chen Yu?" Wei Yixiao mentioned Chen Yu, and some bad memories surfaced again. His face was gloomy. In the distance, Bai Xilou walked towards the inn.

Chen Yu, carrying a bundle, also came out from the second floor.

"Hey buddy, bring me a jar of good wine."

"Okay."

The waiter brought Chen Yu some wine, and Bai Xilou walked in. "Young man, can I ask you something?"

Suddenly, Chen Yu could no longer recognize Bai Xilou's voice and turned around to look.

Two gazes collided silently in the air, bursting forth with a murderous aura of life and death.

"The Bat King, is that Chen Yu kid?"

With a whoosh, a nine-section whip as long as a bolt of lightning appeared in Bai Xilou's hand. The nearby Hongshuiqi man drew his sword and rushed towards the inn and the dock. Wei Yixiao's trench coat suddenly billowed like a cloud, his dantian gathered qi and his feet generated wind. He walked with a light step, his shadow following him. The distance of nearly five zhang seemed to disappear into thin air.

It's hard to say whether it's true that his steps can shatter stone and pierce through clouds, or that he can chase the wind and pass by willow branches in eight steps, moving with lightning speed and following closely behind.

The two men, one in front and one behind, instantly left Tang Yang several feet behind.

Seven or eight burly men, dressed in flood flags, rushed into the inn with lightning speed. Bai Xilou's nine-section whip suddenly shot out, wrapping around the leg of the wooden table in front of her. With a flick of her wrist, the whip trembled, and the wooden table flew off the ground and crashed towards Chen Yu.

"Kill this brat."

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Chen Yu tossed a piece of silver with his backhand, and it flew into the arms of the waiter who had returned with the wine jar. In a flash, he leaped into the air, the table rolled, he somersaulted in mid-air, and then his body sank down, using the Bagua Palm Dragon Form to land steadily on the table.

With a whoosh, the man stepped onto the wooden table and landed. Chen Yu pressed down on the table with one hand, spun around, and unleashed the Peach Blossom Island's signature move, "Whirlwind Sweeping Leaves Leg." The kick was as swift as autumn wind shaking down fallen leaves, and the layered leg shadows spread out like flowing light.

With several whooshing sounds, the burly men who had charged forward with their knives were sent flying backward.

The sharp, hissing sound amplified rapidly, and the nine-section whip, piercing through the air, was powerful and sharp, like an angry arrow released from a bow. Chen Yu flicked his finger, and after a clang, the nine-section whip suddenly flipped towards Bai Xilou.

Bai Xilou was terrified. She shifted her body to the side, changing position to avoid him, but the space she created was immediately filled by Wei Yixiao's figure.

"Kid, what a small world, didn't expect that, did you?" Wei Yi smiled sinisterly, moving with ghostly grace, approaching like a phantom.

Chen Yu pressed his left hand on the table, then suddenly leaped into the air to the side, with his right foot in front and his left foot behind. His right foot was the feint, while his left foot was the real force. His right foot then lashed out like a steel whip.

Wei Yixiao sneered, raised his arm and elbow, and pointed his fingers like a sword at the Taixi acupoint on the inside of Chen Yu's foot. The accuracy of his acupoint identification in motion was truly amazing.

Swish————

Chen Yu retracted his right foot, which was about to strike Wei Yixiao, with lightning speed, and his long-prepared left foot, "Golden Rooster Kicks," landed on the Green Winged Bat King.

Wei Yixiao let out a strange cry, his body suddenly sinking, miraculously avoiding Chen Yu's flying kick with his left foot, and he swept past under the table like a wisp of smoke.

"Take this!"

Following closely behind Wei Yixiao was an unspeakable, thunderous voice. Amidst the billowing dust, a fist the size of a bowl shot out like a cannonball.

Chen Yu landed, stabilized himself with the Four Symbols Stance, tucked in his chest and abdomen, used the Tai Chi Cross Hands to block, and the Emei Small Grappling to grab his wrist. He suddenly turned to the side, used the force to step on his body and half-spin, and his burly figure was suddenly thrown out.

With a loud bang, Shuobude flew several feet away, slamming into the inn wall and twisting it. His body bounced back in an instant, and he somersaulted to the ground, his figure transforming into a storm as he rushed towards Chen Yu.

"Ah—" he roared in anger.

Wei Yixiao moved with lightning speed, his palm strikes like a celestial river falling from the sky. Chen Yu kicked the table with his right foot like a scorpion's tail, and the wooden table behind him seemed to overturn with great force, smashing towards Wei Yixiao. He moved suddenly, like a bird soaring out of the inn.

Even Bai Xilou didn't dare to stop them.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Outside the inn, a burly man with a flood flag roared, but in the blink of an eye, Chen Yu had already squeezed in. He pushed up with both hands, and his Bagua Palm technique, "White Ape Offering Peach," shattered the man's jaw and teeth.

The moment the man flew out, Chen Yu seized the knife, the blade flashed, and with a wave of his hand, he cleaved another burly man away. He took two steps and unleashed a devastating slash at Tang Yang, who was charging towards him on horseback.

Clang—

Sparks flew everywhere. Tang Yang's hand went numb, and the long sword in his hand almost slipped out of his grasp. The impact of the energy transmitted through the blade did not stop. He felt his blood surging and staggered backward. His figure transformed into a diagonal line extending for several feet. Chen Yu used the force of the recoil to leap into the air onto the roof of the inn and sink into the street below. His figure stretched out and sped away.

Wei Yixiao flew towards the roof like a bat, but stopped in frustration after chasing for only a dozen or so feet, unable to catch up!

The sound of a whirlwind suddenly amplified, landing beside Wei Yixiao, whose face turned horrified. "Old Bat, when did this kid become so troublesome?"

He scratched his head, thinking, "He's up to no good. The monk has never seen such a strange fighting style before."

Wei Yixiao's face turned ashen as he realized that, given Chen Yu's martial arts prowess, even if he could catch up with him, he wouldn't be able to defeat him.

The young man from Emei is no longer the mediocre talent he was years ago, who was chased so hard in the Guanluo Mountains that he was forced to jump off a cliff.

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