Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Gong Xiaoshang sighed: "Master Chongling is one of the famous elders of Laoshan, and his reputation is widespread. It is said that he has mastered the essence of our sect's unique skill, the Canglang Yuntao Sword."

It's a pity... that today an elderly person is burying a young person.

Unfortunately, at this moment, no matter how high Chongling Daoist's martial arts skills were, they were of no use, and he was powerless to vent his grief and indignation.

I spent the night in the desert.

The wind was relentless, even at night, and the howling all around sounded like ghosts. I was on edge all night.

The next day, the group, heavy-hearted, set off again, with almost no one getting a proper rest.

However, some people with profound internal strength did not show any signs of fatigue even after staying up all night.

For example, Li Fu, the Old Man of Fiery Flames, the two monks from Famen Temple, the old Taoist priest from Laoshan Sect, and the two men in black and gray with cold demeanors.

Master Chongling, whose disciple had died tragically, looked heartbroken and haggard. No matter how profound his internal energy cultivation was, he could not relieve the pain of losing his disciple.

According to the itinerary, we should be able to reach the depths of the desert in another day or two.

However, the deadly ghost did not go far away. The next day at noon, just as everyone stopped to rest, screams rang out again, less than ten feet away from the crowd.

Like startled birds, Li Fu and the others rushed toward the source of the sound!

He was one of the five disciples under Gao Yuanshan's tutelage.

He was stabbed in the back, his blood staining the sand red; he was clearly severely injured and beyond saving.

When everyone saw that he had been infected, they were outraged.

Li Fu, Zhu Tongzhou, and several others felt a chill in their hearts. Without prior arrangement, they bypassed him, transforming into several swift shadows and chasing after him in different directions at top speed, determined to find the murderer.

The old man with the raging fire was so angry that he roared loudly.

"Where do you think you're going, you thief!"

The people they were chasing were all highly skilled in martial arts, and in the blink of an eye, they had covered dozens of feet.

Li Fu climbed a high sand dune and looked around.

The yellow sand stretches endlessly, the world is desolate, and there isn't a single human figure in sight.

His face showed surprise and doubt: "Is there such a thing as a kung fu that allows someone to travel a hundred feet in the blink of an eye? Or is it really impossible that there are ghosts?"

The group returned empty-handed.

The disciple had also died, and before he died, he cried out in terror that there were ghosts, warning his fellow disciples to leave quickly.

The atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating, and a deep unease permeated the crowd.

The old man with the raging fire roared, "How could this be?! How could this be?!"

The sight of these five men, who were willing to risk their lives to enter the desert and retrieve their mentor's body, deeply moved everyone present.

But now one of the heroes has died tragically.

A high-ranking monk from Famen Temple asked in a deep voice.

"Amitabha.

Since Benefactor Li warned us not to be alone, we have all been within each other's sight.

Last night, Master Chongling's disciple was murdered, and it was dark by the time it happened.

"It's daytime now, and the place where this benefactor was murdered is only eight or nine zhang away. We can see it with just a glance. Did any of you benefactors see or hear anything just now?"

This is the most chilling part: in broad daylight, the assassin carried out the murder silently right under everyone's noses, just like a deadly ghost.

The crowd looked at each other, shaking their heads, none of them noticing anything amiss.

"Although we're all together, we're not actually watching each other all the time," one of the men in black said coldly.

Zhu Tongzhou was utterly bewildered: "The murderer is incredibly audacious; how could he dare to do such a thing?"

In the blink of an eye, without us even noticing, someone was killed right beside us. The most unbelievable thing is how he left.

Could it be that he can just vanish into thin air after killing someone?

"Departed? Vanished into thin air?"

How can a person just vanish into thin air?

Li Fu, who had been pondering this matter, glanced at the ground where no trace of the culprit's footprints had yet been found, and with some speculation, he spoke up.

"Don't panic, everyone. There are no ghosts in this world!"

This is nothing more than someone deliberately trying to scare us.

Just as Miss Gong said when she encountered the blood-written stele, when masters clash, once their will collapses, defeat is inevitable!

This killer specifically targets us when we're relaxed and about to rest, creating a sense of unease and terror to keep us on edge day and night, paranoid and terrified, ultimately causing us to collapse without a fight!

Upon hearing this, everyone thought about it carefully and realized it was indeed true.

The tragedy always occurred just as they stopped and relaxed slightly.

"Young Master Li, your insight is truly remarkable! This villain is indeed despicable. My poor junior brother has suffered at the hands of such a treacherous person!"

One of Gao Yuanshan's disciples said with grief and indignation.

The old man of Fiery Roar roared in all directions: "Hidden and cowardly, despicable and shameless villains, what kind of skill do you have!"

"Think about it from the other side, everyone. If he were a ghost, would he need to go to such lengths, afraid to face us openly and honestly, and only daring to resort to these underhanded tricks?"

Although Li Fu felt uneasy, knowing that this was no ordinary band of bandits, he had to take it seriously in his heart while outwardly showing disdain to give everyone confidence.

Besides this, he had another purpose.

As he spoke, his voice grew louder and louder, drowning out the wind and sand, and resounding with conviction.

"Hmph, the more he schemes and tries to intimidate us, the more it shows his lack of confidence. He's just a clown who can only resort to despicable means to ambush and wear us down."

His words were like a wake-up call, immediately giving everyone some confidence.

"Young Master Li, what you say makes sense."

A strange light flashed in Gong Xiaoshang's eyes, and she immediately echoed.

"That's right, there are no ghosts in the world. Don't scare yourselves. Every one of us here is a skilled martial artist."

Even if the Little Knife Society, known for its assassinations, and the Slaughter Army, infamous for its horrific massacres, both of these notorious organizations were to launch a full-scale attack, they would still not be able to take us down easily.

As long as we remain calm, what can these petty scoundrels do to me?

Gong Xiaoshang spoke calmly and crisply, her brows revealing a heroic spirit, showing no fear of the murderer lurking in the shadows.

The crowd was also moved by this, and they all straightened their chests.

If a younger woman is not afraid, how much less so are the older men?

The Fiery Old Man thumped his chest: "You're all right! You clown, you coward, you dare to lay a hand on me? I'll crush you with one blow!"

"That's right, just a clown!"

The crowd responded in unison, their momentum unstoppable.

We continued on our way, and when we reached a place where we needed to rest, we sat down to rest.

Each of them appeared relaxed and at ease, without the slightest trace of their previous tension. In fact, they exuded a sense of contempt for the person in the shadows, a stark contrast to their earlier tense demeanor.

Li Fu took in everyone's expressions and began to make his own plans.

"The murderer lurking in the shadows must be getting anxious. If he doesn't kill another person immediately and reignite the fear and unease, all his previous efforts will be in vain."

This is the perfect opportunity to lure the snake out of its hole!

"If we can catch one alive... is there really a group of people guarding the treasure, or is someone using the treasure as an excuse to do something shady?"

The mystery of the Golden Pavilion and Sand Ruins is then easily solved.

He suddenly stood up, leaving the crowd behind, and walked towards the sheltered sand dune a little further away.

Zhu Tongzhou immediately asked, "Brother Li, where are you going?"

Everyone's hearts tightened. It was Li Fu who had emphasized that no one should be alone, but why did he seem to want to leave the group and be alone at this moment?