All Heavens: Yin Zhiping, a Demon with a Daoist Heart!

After finishing their meal, all three remained calm and composed, their expressions unchanged.

Huang Yaoshi then said, "Now that you've returned the scriptures and drunk my tea, let's call it even. What's your name? Who's your master?"

"This junior is Yin Zhiping, and my master is the Master Changchun."

"Qiu Chuji..." Huang Yaoshi nodded, thinking to himself that it was strange that Qiu Chuji, who valued etiquette so much, could produce a disciple like Yin Zhiping.

He then asked, "Did you kill Wanyan Honglie?"

"Yes."

"Hmm, not bad," Huang Yaoshi said with a smile. "He's someone who can get things done."

He rarely praised people, but there were quite a few scoundrels around Wanyan Honglie. Yin Zhiping killed them and was still able to travel the world freely, which was not bad.

Hong Qigong also said, "Killing Wanyan Honglie and eliminating a powerful enemy for the Song Dynasty is indeed commendable. However, on your journey south, you also killed many people who should not have been killed."

Huang Yaoshi scoffed, "Does this old beggar even know who deserves to die and who doesn't? You've killed your fair share of people in your life, haven't you?"

"I can tell the difference!" Hong Qigong said, "In my life, I have killed 231 people. They were all villains, either corrupt officials, local tyrants, or treacherous and ungrateful people. I am a glutton and a drinker, but I have never killed a single good person in my life."

Yin Zhiping said, "Senior Hong's principles are irrelevant to me. Senior Dongxie, are you still going to stop me?"

Huang Yaoshi took another sip of tea and said in a deep voice, "It's alright, you can go now."

"Thank you, senior."

As he spoke, Yin Zhiping took Li Mochou's hand and got up to go straight out the door.

"Hey!" Hong Qigong raised his hand and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, Huang Yaoshi is fine, but the old beggar still has things to do."

Yin Zhiping said, "It seems that I must have a showdown with you today before you will let me leave."

Hong Qigong said, "You are of bad character, bloodthirsty and murderous. This old beggar must take you back to the Quanzhen Temple so that your elders can give you a good talking-to."

Yin Zhiping's voice grew colder: "Senior, you're meddling a bit too much."

Hong Qigong chuckled and said, "Of course I have to manage it. You're still young. If you continue to kill indiscriminately like this, you'll become a demon in the future. Given your profound internal strength, no one in the martial world will be able to stop you. When you return to the temple, with Taoist scriptures by your side and your elders giving you advice, the martial world may have one more benevolent and righteous hero in the future. This old beggar really cherishes talent."

Yin Zhiping smiled upon hearing this.

Be a chivalrous hero with nothing but chicken feathers!

He thought to himself that the problem of the Eastern Heretic had been solved, and if there was only one Northern Beggar, he was not a threat!

"We'll see if you can stop me, senior!"

As he spoke, he embraced Li Mochou and floated out the window.

Hong Qigong hurriedly stuffed a few chicken legs into his pocket and rushed after him, calling out, "Eat your meal before you go!"

Li Mochou was furious upon hearing this: "Aren't you annoying me?!"

As he spoke, he flicked his wrist, sending out several Ice Soul Needles, which Hong Qigong caught one by one, laughing, "Little girl, you're naturally straightforward. If you continue to learn from him, you'll become a murderous monster sooner or later!"

"Mind your own business!" Li Mochou flung her hand and threw another needle, but Hong Qigong brushed them all away with a flick of his sleeve.

Yin Zhiping put Li Mochou down and instructed her, "Go to the inn and get your luggage. Head towards the south gate. I'll come find you later, and we'll go to Xiangyang together."

"Okay!" Li Mochou replied and left.

Yin Zhiping turned to look at Hong Qigong, cupped his hands, and said, "Senior, why bother with such trivial matters?"

Hong Qigong said, "If it were before, I would have killed a little devil like you with one palm. But since you still have some hope of turning to good, I'm just sending you back. Be content."

As he spoke, a powerful and unstoppable palm strike, known as "The Dragon Regrets," came crashing down like a tidal wave.

Yin Zhiping immediately felt the palm wind rushing towards his face, extremely fierce, but he did not retreat at all. He raised his hand and unleashed a powerful Demon-Subduing Fist, which was unstoppable!

boom--!

The air surged, and tiles flew everywhere.

As their fist and palm met, Hong Qigong's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in surprise, "What a domineering fist technique!"

At that moment, the left palm struck out with the image of a dragon appearing in the field, while the right palm struck out with the image of a dragon flying in the sky. The two palms struck out in quick succession, directly hitting Yin Zhiping's ears.

Yin Zhiping shouted, "That's great!"

Then she used the Beauty Boxing Technique, a move called "Heavenly Weaving Cotton"!

He flicked his right hand to his left and his left hand to his right, using the motion of throwing a shuttle to weave cloth to deflect Hong Qigong's palms. Suddenly, he made Wu Zetian lower the curtain and slashed at Hong Qigong's neck with both palms.

"Hey!" Hong Qigong was horrified. He used the Dragon Tail Sweep to deflect the attack, then leaped away into the distance with his eyes wide open!

"What beautiful palm techniques! Where did you learn them? The Nine Yin Manual?"

At this moment, Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic, was already standing on the rooftop across the street, laughing and saying, "Such elegant palm techniques, I wonder where you learned them. They certainly didn't come from the Nine Yin Manual."

Hong Qigong was even more astonished.

Yin Zhiping, hands behind his back, asked, "Shall we continue?"

"Strike!" Hong Qigong took the green jade staff from his waist and said coldly, "Good lad, I really underestimated you. Your internal strength is profound and your palm technique is mysterious. I really can't subdue you for a while."

Yin Zhiping drew his sword with a clang and said, "If you can't subdue it, why try again?"

Hong Qigong said, "Let's exchange a few dozen moves first!"

As he spoke, he raised the green jade rod and struck Yin Zhiping with great speed, a move known as "beating a dog's head with a rod"!

Yin Zhiping drew his sword and used the Quanzhen Sword Technique to meet the attack.

With a few clanging sounds, the two had already exchanged more than thirty blows, and it was difficult to determine a winner for the time being.

Watching from the side, Huang Yaoshi was secretly amazed and said, "Although this young man's fist and sword skills are not as refined as the old beggar's palm and staff skills, his internal energy is powerful and inexhaustible. He is truly formidable."

"At present, the two are evenly matched, but in the long run, the old beggar will not be able to hold on..."

He recalled that at that age, although he had achieved some success in martial arts, he was far from being as strong as this person, and he was secretly amazed.

Looking again, Yin Zhiping's sword danced in a flurry of movements, sometimes using the Quanzhen Sword Technique, sometimes the Jade Maiden Sword Technique, interspersed with a few moves of the Yue Maiden Sword Technique. He truly did as he pleased, with endless mysteries.

Although Hong Qigong had few moves, his staff technique was profound, and each move was exquisite.

The two exchanged a hundred moves in an instant, yet neither showed the slightest sign of weakening their momentum!

Hong Qigong exclaimed in surprise, "Little brat! Your martial arts skills are on par with ours!"

Huang Yaoshi frowned and said, "Truly a genius beyond compare!"

Throughout his life, he only respected Wang Chongyang; he didn't take others like the Northern Beggar, the Western Poison, or the Southern Emperor seriously.

Seeing Yin Zhiping's prowess today, I can't help but sigh in admiration.

"Father!"

Just then.

A clear voice rang out from the street. Huang Yaoshi lowered his eyes and looked over, saying in a deep voice, "Who let you out? Go back. It's dangerous here."

She was a young girl in a white dress, as white as snow. Although she was still young, she was absolutely stunning. She was delicate and graceful, with a refined and otherworldly beauty. When she smiled, her jade-like face glowed with a rosy hue, as beautiful as the morning sun.

"Daddy! I've come out to watch the fight!"

"Rong'er! You're being disobedient again!" Huang Yaoshi said angrily. "Chaofeng, can't you keep an eye on her?"

Behind the girl appeared another woman in black, with long hair draped over her shoulders, closed eyes, and a pale face.

It was Mei Chaofeng.

Mei Chaofeng said, "Master, my junior sister insisted on coming, so I..."

The girl said, "Father, don't be mean to my senior sister. I insisted on leaving the inn. With such an exciting fight to watch, I couldn't stay put!"

As she spoke, she looked at Yin Zhiping, who was fighting with Hong Qigong on the roof. Seeing his blue robes fluttering and his extremely handsome and dashing appearance, her eyes trembled.