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

"What a handsome man! What amazing kung fu!"

The girl exclaimed, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she stared intently at Yin Zhiping.

"Junior Sister." Mei Chaofeng raised her wide robe sleeves to block her way, advising, "Those two fighting are masters of the Five Greats. Their energy is bursting out. Be careful not to hurt yourself."

Mei Chaofeng looks much better now; her once cold and stern face has softened, and the fierceness between her brows has completely dissipated.

On that day in the desert, Yin Zhiping killed her five times and released her five times. She also heard that Chen Xuanfeng killed Zhang Asheng before he died, so her resentment disappeared and she returned to Peach Blossom Island to ask her master Huang Yaoshi to punish her.

But after many years and many events, Huang Yaoshi regretted what he had done back then.

When Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Chaofeng stole the lower volume of the Nine Yin Manual, Huang Yaoshi broke the legs of his other four disciples, expelled them from Peach Blossom Island, and banished them from the sect.

In recent years, he has actually been thinking about taking back his disciples, but he just can't bring himself to do it.

Just then, Mei Chaofeng arrived on the island. Huang Yaoshi was filled with emotion, but he did not mention forgiveness. He only said that he wanted to leave the island to find Yin Zhiping, retrieve the Nine Yin Manual, and kill him.

His daughter, Huang Rong, was playful and begged to be taken along on a trip off the island, which he agreed to. He also arranged for Mei Chaofeng to protect her, which was also an implication that he would not pursue Mei Chaofeng's wrongdoing.

After seeing all that had happened, Huang Yaoshi also felt that Yin Zhiping was a charming and elegant man, and that he was always polite to him. Huang Yaoshi felt a sense of appreciation for his talent and decided not to fight with him.

Mei Chaofeng had been protecting Huang Rong in the inn the whole time, and only appeared at this moment.

Huang Rong exclaimed excitedly, "Senior Sister, it's not one of the Five Greats! It's an old beggar and a young man, not much older than me!"

"Hmm?" Mei Chaofeng was blind, but when he listened carefully, he could only hear two incredibly deep breaths and incredibly fast punches and kicks.

These are clearly two of the Five Masters!

The old beggar was none other than Hong Qigong, the Northern Beggar. But who was that young man?

She asked, "A young man? What kind of young man is he, whose skills are on par with the Northern Beggar?"

Huang Rong stared intently at Yin Zhiping, describing him as, "He's a young Taoist priest, with a face like jade, eyes that gleam with intelligence, and a dignified bearing! His martial arts are incredibly high, just as formidable as Father's!"

Huang Yaoshi's expression tightened.

Mei Chaofeng's heart skipped a beat, and she exclaimed in surprise, "It's Yin Zhiping!"

"Huh?" Huang Rong realized, "Senior Sister, could he be Yin Zhiping? The Quanzhen Taoist priest who deceived you?"

Mei Chaofeng said, "It must be him. He has cultivated the Nine Yin Manual, which has greatly improved his power. In just a few months, he can already rival the Five Greats!" She sighed with admiration.

Upon hearing Yin Zhiping's name, her emotions were instantly stirred, unsure whether to feel joy or sorrow, happiness or resentment; she felt utterly confused.

At this moment, her chest felt numb and burning, as if Yin Zhiping had slapped her again, and her whole body felt itchy, as if feathers were tickling her.

She was grateful for Yin Zhiping's kindness when he let her go that day, but she couldn't forget him for months afterward. In the middle of the night, she would always smell that strange fragrance in her dreams, which made her heart burn with desire.

Upon hearing that this was Yin Zhiping, Huang Rong smiled broadly.

She was surprised to see Yin Zhiping and Hong Qigong fighting. Yin Zhiping was imposing, dashing, and extremely elegant.

"So that's what kind of person he is. Handsome, skilled in martial arts, and a master liar—truly impressive!"

Mei Chaofeng said, "Junior sister, don't be fooled by his appearance. He's not a good person."

Huang Rong asked, "Are you referring to the time he seduced the grassland princess? He certainly wasn't a good person; he was unfaithful and fickle in love, so he can't be considered a hero."

Mei Chaofeng opened her mouth, but felt as if she had been scolded as well. Her face felt as if it had been whipped, and she was too taut to speak for a moment.

Upon closer inspection.

Yin Zhiping and Hong Qigong had already exchanged three hundred moves. The young man was still breathing evenly and handling the situation with ease, but the old beggar's forehead was already covered with large beads of sweat, and his momentum was gradually weakening.

With the support of various internal skills, Yin Zhiping was not afraid of a war of attrition.

From afar, Huang Yaoshi laughed, "Old beggar, it seems you'll have to relinquish your title of Northern Beggar."

Hong Qigong parried with all his might, shouting loudly, "He's not a beggar, so why is he called the Northern Beggar?"

Huang Yaoshi said, "Then let's just call you Northern Road. Anyway, you can't be called the Northern Beggar anymore. People will laugh their heads off if they find out."

Although Hong Qigong didn't care about empty fame, he was really ashamed to be beaten like this by a junior today.

They even said they would capture Yin Zhiping and take him back to the Quanzhen Temple. Now it seems they're lucky they didn't lose. Their previous words were truly laughable.

His face was ashamed, but he forced himself to shout, "This old beggar hasn't lost his temper yet!"

As he spoke, he raised his stick to strike, his left hand reaching out to unleash the eleventh palm strike of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, a sudden attack!

"Ha!" Hong Qigong gathered his energy and thought to himself, "Old beggar, do you have no shame? Don't blame me, little Taoist."

Yin Zhiping chuckled upon seeing this. With his sharp eyesight, how could he not see it?

He immediately activated the Northern Darkness Divine Skill, his left palm swirling with energy, using all his strength to resist Hong Qigong's palm strike, while his right hand lightly deflected the Dog-Beating Stick.

boom--!

The two palms met.

Hong Qigong suddenly felt his hand go limp, and was greatly alarmed. He then felt his left arm become weak and cried out in horror, "Something's strange!"

In an instant!

He felt his breath catch in his throat, his continuous internal energy was interrupted, and a large part of his profound internal strength was instantly drained away like water!

Huang Yaoshi's expression changed drastically upon seeing this.

What is that?!

Hong Qigong missed his first move and was instead harmed. He immediately swung his dog-beating stick to intercept the dog's buttocks!

Yin Zhiping swung his sword to deflect the attack, and the two stood on opposite sides.

Hong Qigong was sweating profusely, panting heavily, his momentum had weakened, and his eyes were filled with shock.

Yin Zhiping chuckled softly, "Senior, I have been tolerant time and time again, but you insist on doing so, so please don't blame me."

[Internal Strength: 71 years]

Comfortable!

Having absorbed seven years' worth of Hong Qigong's pure internal energy in one go, Yin Zhiping has now fully digested it. The Northern Darkness Divine Art is running continuously, and his dantian is surging like a tide.

His skin glowed with a radiant sheen, smooth and lustrous like jade. His eyes, like ink dots, stood alone against the wind, radiating vitality, with a faint smile playing on his lips.

With such formidable internal strength, even if the Northern Beggar and the Eastern Heretic attacked together, Yin Zhiping believed he could put up a fight!

Hong Qigong's left arm went weak, and he exclaimed in surprise, "What kind of kung fu is this? It's so powerful! All those seven or eight years of internal energy training by this old beggar have been for nothing!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Yaoshi was even more astonished and couldn't help but ask, "Young man, where did you learn your divine skills?"

His eyes lit up when he saw the miraculous technique that could absorb internal energy, and his heart surged with excitement, giving rise to a desire for it.

Yin Zhiping said, "That's none of your business, seniors. I only ask Senior Northern Beggar, are you still going to stop me?"

Hong Qigong, clutching his back, slumped to the ground, shaking his head repeatedly, saying, "I can't stop you, I can't stop you! You little rascal, you're too wicked! You might as well take away both my and Huang Yaoshi's titles and call yourself Northern Evil!"