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

Chapter 88 The Upright and Honest Young Hero Lu

A slight ripple stirred in Yue Lingshan's heart. Perhaps this was done by her junior brother?

So what? My junior brother did the right thing!

Lu Ming's tone was indifferent, revealing no emotion whatsoever: "Who did this? What techniques were used?"

A martial artist's moves can leave obvious marks on a person's body. The Golden Lion Escort Agency was killed using the Huashan Sword Technique, and the Huashan Sect was the first to be suspected.

At that time, the Huashan Sect was in decline, and even with Yue Buqun present, it would still attract controversy. With Lu Ming's rise to power, everyone knew his methods: either severing ties or engaging in bloody massacres, earning him the title of "Huashan Sword Demon." Even if someone else was killed by the Huashan sword technique, no one would suspect the Huashan Sect.

Nobody wants to die. Rumors can hurt people, but the strong can really take lives!

Similarly, this is why Lu Ming used a samurai sword. A martial arts coroner can identify the type of weapon used and the nature of the injury, thus deducing the killer's moves.

If the heart is shattered into pieces, yet there are no visible wounds, then without a doubt, it belongs to the Qingcheng Sect.

Bao Dachu dared not be negligent and kept his hands clasped in greeting: "It is a strange longsword, somewhat similar to the moves from Japan, and there is also an unknown palm technique, powerful and heavy, similar to a giant hand seal."

"That was done by the Japanese. Here's a hint: Wu Hua, the Shaolin monk and disciple of Master Tianfeng, is of Japanese descent. I've fought him before; his cultivation is profound and mysterious, vaguely reaching the level of a Grandmaster. His illegitimate father, Tianfeng Shijiro, is a Japanese samurai, quite a skilled one, so using a samurai sword is perfectly normal for him."

"I'm not sure about him, but since you suspect someone else, I'll just say it. I'm not doing this out of kindness, but because I have a grudge against him. If you're willing to go after him, that's fine. If you don't have the guts, that's fine too; I'll settle the score with him sooner or later."

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"Now that you've said your piece, get out of the way and don't block our path. If you block our way again, you're dead! Abbess, Second Master Yu, let's go."

After Lu Ming finished speaking, he took the lead and walked out. His words were nine parts truth and one part falsehood; except for one part which was not a lie, everything else was true. Before Qiao Feng left, he said that he would definitely tell Shaolin Temple about this matter and would personally visit the mountain to find his father, and would come to find him again.

Qiao Feng had come to believe that he was a Liao person, not a Song person, and that he would resign as the leader of the Beggars' Sect after this. Since he would have nowhere to go then, he could help Lu Ming with some work.

During the Song-Liao War, the two sides were filled with mutual hatred. How difficult it was to put aside their prejudices!

Qiao Feng valued loyalty and righteousness. When he was framed and condemned by heaven and earth, he would naturally think of his second brother.

The members of the Sun Moon Cult dared not resist, silently putting away their weapons and standing aside. This behavior was humiliating, but their lives were more important than saving face!

Didn't you see that even Bao Dachu, as an elder, was looking down at his feet? He only earns a few taels of silver a month, what's the point of risking his life!

Upon seeing this, the two Wudang heroes exchanged a glance, both agreeing that Lu Ming was a man who clearly distinguished between gratitude and resentment. He acted with integrity and uprightness, yet he didn't hold back when it came to seeking revenge.

Although their chivalry differs from that taught by Zhang Sanfeng, they are still worth befriending, because such people are beneficial in every way.

Such domineering behavior amazed the female disciples of Hengshan Sect. They thought that such a young hero would be a great honor to be his concubine, or even just a maid who would wash his feet and warm his bed!

Alright, the seductive arts of "The Amorous Prodigal Son" and "The Precious Mirror of Pitying Flowers" complement each other, and anyone with a weak mind will be completely bewitched.

Even Abbess Dingyi was momentarily dazed; had her Dao heart not been so firm, she would have truly fallen for the trap. She silently repented and discreetly distanced herself from the other party.

Bao Dachu hurriedly relayed the message back to Blackwood Cliff; what happened next was no longer his concern.

A few days later, at Blackwood Cliff.

Dongfang Bubai emerged from seclusion with a gloomy expression. Without the medicinal herbs, his dream of breaking through to the Celestial Transformation stage was now a pipe dream. This failure meant that it would take much longer and be much more difficult to break through again next time.

Yang Lianting stood to the side, not daring to breathe loudly. He had been slapped over a trivial matter last time, and there was no trace of his previous infatuation and attachment.

Previously, Dongfang Bubai had given him whatever he wanted, but now this domineering aura made him tremble, reminding him of the heroic figure of the emperor who had just successfully usurped the throne.

"Japan? Monk Wuhua! Very well. Hmph, it seems this master has been embroidering for too long, and all sorts of Tom, Dick, and Harry are coming to his door."

"And what about the embroidery thief, the embroidery needle?! Damn it!"

With a single palm strike, his powerful internal energy pulverized the solid rocks of the mountain. It's hard to say what level of cultivation he possessed, but he could easily take on five Zuo Lengchans.

Not only Yang Lianting, but everyone knelt down trembling. The bloodthirsty Dongfang Bubai was back. Who dared to call him a sissy?

"Everyone is heading to the capital. Leave a few people here to look after the property, and let Sang San Niang take charge. Tell her to get more medicinal herbs from the Five Poisons Sect."

"We'll be setting off for the Southern Shaolin Temple in three days. That old bald monk Tianfeng came from the Southern Shaolin. If I, the sect leader, don't show my power, they'll really think I'm a pushover!"

In his extreme rage, Dongfang Bubai's originally ambiguous personality returned to normal, and he showed faint signs of a breakthrough. However, it was suppressed, and without the aid of elixirs, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through.

Although he found male promiscuity disgusting, he also enjoyed it! For the sake of power and to regain favor, Yang Lianting gritted his teeth and said, "Master, I have a suggestion. If it is not accepted, please forgive me."

Dongfang Bubai stared at him with a pair of effeminate eyes, calm and undisturbed, as if looking at a corpse. Yet, he had thick eyebrows and large eyes; if one mistook him for a girl, she would surely have been able to lay a hand on Gu Tianboguang in Hengyang.

Yang Lianting was nearly driven mad with fear when his clothes were soaked with sweat, and he finally heard a voice as beautiful as heavenly music.

"Speak."

"Yes, Master. Everyone says that Lu Ming of the Huashan Sect is unparalleled in medical skills and also knows alchemy. Could we find someone to negotiate with him about refining pills? This man is compliant with gentle persuasion but not with force; even the Wudang Sect of the Central Plains sent someone to ask him to treat Yu Daiyan, who has been crippled for two thousand years. If we could get him to help refine pills, perhaps Master's strength could reach a new level!"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent. Let those reputable sects refine pills for the demonic sect? Dream on!

Dongfang Bubai lightly stroked his chin with his long, red fingernails. When a man makes this gesture, combined with his bright red clothes and rouge on his face, there is an inexplicable strangeness to it.

"Have Sang San Niang go and make contact with him. If he has the ability, it's not impossible for me, the leader, to cooperate with him. Brother Lian, you did a great job. That's a very good suggestion. Stay and keep me company tonight."

Nausea!

That's fucking disgusting!

Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent, feeling utterly disgusted as they looked at the ecstatic Yang Lianting. Wasn't this troublemaker disgusting?

Half a month later, shouts of killing came from Xialing, the outer edge of Hengshan Sect.

Master Dingyi and the others rushed forward and just happened to see a man cutting a nun to the ground and then loosening his belt, clearly preparing to do something beastly!

"You wretched creature! You're asking for death!"

Enraged, Abbess Dingyi drew her sword and cleaved the man in two. She helped the female disciple up and looked at the corpses of the Hengshan Sect disciples on the road. She was overcome with grief.

"What exactly is going on?"

"Let's save the people first. I'll trouble Yu Erxia and Zhang Wuxia to stay here. The rest of you, come up the mountain with me and stay by my side. I'll be here to kill, and you'll be responsible for treating the injured sisters."

Lu Ming drew his sword, lightly tapped his feet, and was already ten zhang away. A streak of purple sword energy flashed, and the bandits were either beheaded or cut in two, his ruthlessness as ever!

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