A player on Mount Hua starts by obtaining the Prism color entry.

The main hall of the Liu residence.

Liu Zhengfeng, as the host, naturally attended, but upon seeing Lu Ming, his face darkened instantly. The grotesque melody of the black coffin bearers echoed in his mind again—this vulgar fellow was blaspheming sacred music!

Besides Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze, there was also a dashing man dressed as a Wudang swordsman standing to the side.

Lu Ming was the first to cup his hands and say, "Greetings, Master and Mistress. Did you encounter any trouble on the journey?"

Yue Buqun has been in a good mood lately. He used to be jealous of Lu Ming's talent, but that jealousy has gradually faded. Now that Lu Ming is his son-in-law, he's even less likely to harbor any ill intentions. He doesn't want to relinquish power yet, and Lu Ming also wants to venture out into the martial world and explore more, which suits Yue Buqun's wishes perfectly.

"Thank you for your concern. Everything is fine. You and Shan'er are doing well in Fuzhou. Chief Escort Lin has also written a letter, mentioning the decisive battle with Sect Leader Yu at Mount Hua on the fifteenth of August. Have you taken care of everything?"

The last sentence is the key point: Yue Buqun's progress in the Zixia Divine Skill is slow, and he can't learn the Dugu Nine Swords because he lacks flexibility. The Huashan swordsmanship is exquisite, but even he can't reliably defeat Zuo Lengchan. After much thought, he has no choice but to seek the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual.

Defeating Zuo Lengchan and reclaiming the position of leader of the Five Mountains Alliance from the Huashan Sect was already a manifestation of his inner demons and obsessions.

Such people are difficult to persuade, and impossible to persuade.

Lu Mingxin understood and said, "Everything is fine. I will report to my master later."

"Yes, you have been diligent in your studies since you started practicing, and your fellow disciples have also become much more hardworking. I am not worried about your training. Now that you are married to Shan'er, you should spend more time with her."

Yue Lingshan lowered her head shyly. If she stayed a little longer, she should be lying in the garden, not standing here.

Ning Zhongze also wore a doting smile. Nothing made her happier than seeing the Huashan Sect gradually revive and her daughter living a happy life. Her only regret was that her senior brother was obsessed with practicing martial arts, and Linghu Chong, whom she regarded as her son, was not making any progress and was constantly causing trouble, which gave her a lot of headaches.

"This is Zhang Cuishan, the Fifth Hero of Wudang. Fifth Hero Zhang, please."

Zhang Cuishan, looking travel-worn but still recognizable as a handsome man, clasped his hands in a fist salute and said, "I am Zhang Cuishan. I have heard of Young Hero Lu's name, and seeing you today, you are even more handsome than rumored. I have come here with great difficulty to ask you to accompany me back to Wudang Mountain to treat my third brother, Yu Daiyan. He was attacked by bandits years ago, who crushed his limbs, leaving him paralyzed. It was all because of my ex-wife. If I cannot help my third brother stand up again in this life, I will have no face to see him, let alone my master!"

A grown man can cry so easily, tears streaming down his face. Others say that the Seven Heroes of Wudang are not blood brothers but are closer than blood brothers, and given the reputation of the Wudang Sect, everyone will give them some face.

When Zhang Cuishan attempted suicide, Zhang Sanfeng slapped Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin Temple, sending him flying out of the Zixiao Hall. This greatly shocked the martial arts world of the Central Plains. Rumor has it that Shaolin Temple sent people to negotiate with Zhang Sanfeng, but nothing came of it.

Lu Ming wasn't interested in these stories. In his opinion, Zhang Cuishan's so-called suicide as an apology was a stupid act. With a master above the Grandmaster level as his backer, and unless he was a heinous murderer or arsonist, he could have easily avoided the matter by simply saying, "Master, save me."

In the world of martial arts, kindness is repaid with kindness, and grudges are settled with vengeance. Life is full of diverse experiences, but ultimately, it all comes down to might. Might doesn't guarantee victory, but weakness will certainly lead to defeat.

"This is certainly possible. I will write a prescription and ask Zhang Wuxia to send someone to prepare it first. After Uncle Liu retires from the martial arts world, I will go to Wudang Mountain to treat Yu Sanxia."

As for the reward? It would certainly include several martial arts techniques, as well as the Wudang Nine Yang Skill that he wanted to collect.

Zhang Cuishan was overjoyed. The other party knew how to save him just by listening to his story. He had finally gained something after more than ten years.

"I am deeply grateful and will not thank you enough. If you ever need anything in the future, please give me your word, Young Master Lu. As long as it does not involve the code of chivalry, I will be willing to go through fire and water for you."

He then cupped his hands to Yue Buqun and said, "Sect Leader Yue has taken on a fine disciple. The Huashan Sect will surely become a top sect in the future."

"Haha, Zhang Wuxia, you flatter me. My good-for-nothing disciple just loves to study these things."

After exchanging pleasantries for a short while, Zhang Cuishan took his leave, saying he needed to prepare medicinal herbs and would talk again another day. His hurried manner moved everyone who witnessed it; this was true brotherhood, a bond of mutual support and assistance among fellow disciples.

Yue Buqun sent Ning Zhongze to visit Madam Liu, while he himself took Lu Ming and left alone.

In the room where they settled in, Lu Ming handed over the cassock: "Master, this is the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual given to me by Chief Escort Lin."

Yue Buqun calmly accepted it, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed his inner thoughts: "Have you seen it?"

Lu Ming nodded, his expression grave. "I've seen it. It's characterized by its unpredictable speed and is no match for the Xi Yi Sword Technique of Mount Hua. Moreover, this sword technique is extremely strange; I would rather die than practice it."

Yue Buqun opened his cassock, and the eight large characters that came into view almost made his heart stop: "To practice this skill, one must first castrate oneself!"

No wonder Lu Ming couldn't practice it. Even Feng Qingyang praised the combination of the Purple Cloud Divine Skill and the Dugu Nine Swords; why would he need any other sword manual? Besides, he's newly married and couldn't wait to be a groom every night. Only someone with a screw loose would think of castrating themselves.

The two men had strange expressions, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.

Old Yue coughed lightly, his righteous indignation laced with disdain, and said, "This kind of martial art is clearly evil and heretical. No wonder Zuo Lengchan coveted it. Hmph, Ming'er, you mustn't learn this cruel and inhuman martial art. If you fall into the demonic path, your master will not let you off easily!"

"Yes, Master. If there's nothing else, I'll head out now. My senior sister has been saying lately she wants to find me some sisters, and she's taken a liking to Uncle Liu's daughter, asking me to go and take a look."

Is that true?

Old Yue's expression was quite strange; there were some things one wouldn't know until middle age. He coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment: "Then go and see. If your master's wife agrees, I can act as matchmaker for you. Don't be too greedy for pleasure at such a young age; marital relations should be kept within reasonable limits. Don't neglect your martial arts."

Lu Ming bowed his head and clasped his hands, saying with no small amount of pride, "Master, rest assured, the Purple Cloud Divine Skill is perfected, and my primordial yang is not depleted, so it will not affect my foundation no matter what."

These words stung, and Old Yue was so angry that he kicked him out.

In the backyard, Yue Lingshan saw her junior brother arrive and waved to him: "Junior brother, here you are, this is Senior Sister Liu Jing."

"So it's Senior Brother Lu! I've heard so much about your reputation as the Sword Demon in Hengyang! Meeting you today, you're even more handsome than the rumors say. Ling Shan is so lucky!"

Liu Qing possessed a refined and elegant appearance with a touch of mature charm. Her simple blue silk robe was tailored to fit her perfectly, accentuating her slender and well-proportioned figure. A smile played at the corners of her mouth, revealing two beautiful dimples. Her hair cascaded down her back, and her demeanor was crisp and capable, exuding a dashing and efficient air.

While her complexion was slightly less radiant than Yue Lingshan's, she was still a striking beauty. Being two years older, she possessed a gentle, neighborly older sister-like quality.

As soon as Liu Qing finished speaking, Lu Ming walked in. Looking at his handsome face, with his sword-like eyebrows slanting upwards, his eyebrows slightly raised, exuding an air of authority without anger, and his deep, captivating peach blossom eyes, one's heart would race and feel an irresistible urge to get closer to him after just one glance.

The "Lianhua Baojian" optimized by Fairy Yunmeng comes with its own seductive arts, which are fatally tempting to Liu Jing, whose cultivation level is not high. She falls for it without realizing it, following her heart's love at first sight, never expecting it to be a seductive art.

Seeing Liu Jing's wide-eyed stare, Yue Lingshan proudly raised her head. This was her husband. Others could only look, but she could both look and use him; no one understood right from wrong better than her.