Film & TV: Public Enemy of Justice

"My benefactor, am I really seeing a ghost? I'm actually flying on the back of a giant python?" Zhang Wuji repeated.

Lin Yaoxie didn't turn around and just said calmly, "You haven't seen a ghost yet, but you'll see one soon. Also, I have to reiterate to you that my mount, the most annoying thing for the past few decades, is that people call it a python."

Zhang Wuji suddenly felt a gust of evil wind sweeping towards him. He turned his head and saw, to his horror, the head of that snarling python from before had reappeared.

Judging from the angle of its long neck, it must have been twisted in mid-air.

Without time to think, Zhang Wuji used Cheng Yaojin's three-pronged attack, raising both hands and channeling all his Nine Yang True Power to blast the dragon's chin.

The result was exactly the same. Jiaolong's head tilted back again, and Zhang Wuji, just like before, spat out a mouthful of blood, fell backward, and flew out.

This time, without Lin Yaoxie behind him to catch him, Zhang Wuji flew directly off the giant python's back.

"Ah---" With a very long sound, Zhang Wuji fell from a height of a thousand meters.

Lin Yaoxie leaned down and looked down, clicking his tongue and saying, "Isn't this a bit too exciting?"

Jiaolong turned his big head towards him, chuckling like a mischievous child.

Lin Yaoxie reached out and patted Jiaolong's big head: "You're always so naughty. I just hope that Little Eleven can catch it accurately and not drop Zhang Wuji. You know, there's a big difference between killing him and causing his death. You can't mess with the Demon King, no matter who you're messing with."

Zhang Wuji screamed as he fell, feeling that his life was tragic.

He was living a good life on Icefire Island, but his parents insisted on returning to the Central Plains. Fine, they came back, but not long after, his parents died, and he himself was struck by the Xuanming Divine Palm.

But he didn't die. He was saved by someone who thought he was a god, and he even learned the Nine Yang Manual, which was more comprehensive than the Wudang Nine Yang Skill.

After five years, he thought he had finally mastered his divine skills and could dominate the world.

But to everyone's surprise, they encountered a giant python that could fly.

How high is it that it's been flying in the air for so long without landing?

Zhang Wuji could already foresee the splattering sound he would make when he fell to the ground.

Near where Zhang Wuji landed, a fat guy who looked like a wild monk was carrying a large bag and pacing back and forth anxiously with his head tilted back.

"The master told me not to wait here, saying someone might fall. Why the hell isn't someone falling yet? If they don't come down soon, Monk Peng and the other three will get really impatient."

Chapter 153: No Regrets in Assassinating Xiao Zhao [Third Update]

Just as he was muttering to himself, he heard someone shout from above. He looked up and burst into laughter: "Well done! Come into my Qiankun Yiqi Bag and enjoy yourself."

The large bag scooped upwards and then pressed downwards, trapping Zhang Wuji inside. It effectively neutralized the force of his fall from a thousand meters.

That Qiankun Qi Bag was indeed a treasure, and the strength of the Cloth Bag Monk's arms was also astonishing.

The Laughing Buddha slung the large bag containing Zhang Wuji over his back, leaped forward, and shouted, "Zhou Dian, Monk Peng, Mr. Cold Face, Taoist Iron Crown, and Bat King Wei, you five old guys, wait for me! Let's go to Bright Peak together, brothers!"

Sitting on the back of the dragon, Lin Yaoxie waited for a while, and when he did not receive the system notification that Zhang Wuji had died, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Not bad, Little Eleven is still reliable, he didn't waste my Demon King Points."

Jiaolong twisted his head and blinked, as if asking where to go next.

Lin Yaoxie thought for a moment before saying, "Put me behind Bright Peak. I want to go into the underground passage to take a look. That Qiankun Great Shift is also considered a B-level secret manual."

The dragon howled, but Lin Yaoxie slapped it across the neck: "What are you yelling about? If you want to show off, go ahead, don't stop me from taking advantage of you."

Jiaolong quickly shut his mouth and nodded repeatedly.

Inside the Ming Cult's tunnel, a hidden door was gently pushed open. A small head popped out.

When he emerged from the hidden door, he was still a crouching, limping disabled man. But once he made sure no one was around, his hunched back straightened, and he no longer limped. If his feet hadn't been bound together by iron chains, he probably would have been hopping and skipping happily like a little rabbit.

The person wiped their face with both hands, and their dirty, muddy, and scabby face became extremely beautiful. Their delicate skin was much fairer than that of people from the Central Plains, and their skin was also very good, like a freshly peeled hard-boiled egg, trembling slightly, tender and lovely.

Judging from his youthful face, he looks to be only about ten years old, definitely younger than Zhao Min.

The girl's next actions were inconsistent with her petite and delicate appearance; she furtively touched the wall and slowly moved around, as if searching for some clue.

Suddenly, the hidden door through which the girl had just emerged opened again. The girl was startled and tried to find a place to hide, but the area was open and there were also the Vajra Shackles blocking her way. She had no way to hide and could only stand there helplessly.

"Alright, Xiao Zhao, you really do have something going on!" A young girl emerged from the hidden door, about the same age as Xiao Zhao, and just as pretty and charming. However, she carried the air of a young lady of high birth, and her clothes were exceptionally ornate.

"Miss Bu Hui, I..." Xiao Zhao didn't know how to explain.

"Don't tell me you just got lost." Yang Buhui approached step by step, already drawing his sword, the blade pointing at Xiao Zhao: "I've felt something was off about you ever since you came to my side as a slave. You're a spy, you infiltrated my side to find out the secrets of the Ming Cult, right?"

"No." Xiao Zhao took a step back.

"What do you mean 'isn' or 'isn'? You've even disguised your appearance and figure, you must be plotting something." Yang Buhui was used to being domineering, and she wouldn't tolerate any sophistry in the face of the facts. She thrust out a dagger and stabbed Xiao Zhao in the heart.

Xiao Zhao tripped over a brick and curled up on the ground, her face filled with terror.

Xiao Zhao knows a lot, but like Wang Yuyan in Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, she can only talk the talk but not walk the walk. Yang Buhui's martial arts skills are average, but she is, after all, Yang Xiao's daughter. Like father, like daughter, so she shouldn't have much of a problem against Xiao Zhao.

Yang Buhui's dagger quickly pierced Xiao Zhao's chest, and it was clear that the latter was doomed.

Just then, a large hand suddenly reached out from the side. The hand extended two fingers and clamped them onto the dagger.

No matter how hard Yang Buhui tried, the dagger could not be moved an inch.

Yang Buhui only then realized that there was someone else beside her. When she turned her head to look again, she saw that there was indeed a young man in white standing next to her.

The young man leisurely held the dagger between his right hands, his eyes occasionally glancing at Xiao Zhao lying on the ground, and sometimes scanning the astonished Yang Buhui.

Yang Buhui was, after all, the daughter of the Left Guardian of the Brightness Sect. With the Ming Cult leaderless and without a leader, Yang Xiao was essentially the leader, and Yang Buhui became the little master of Brightness Peak.

Therefore, although Yang Buhui was kind-hearted by nature, just like her mother, she inevitably developed a proud and arrogant temperament in this environment.

He took two or three steps back before stopping, one hand on his hip and the other pointing at Lin Yaoxie's nose: "Who are you? Are you this brat's accomplice?"

The young man in white raised an eyebrow and reached out to help Xiao Zhao, who was equally surprised.

Compared to Yang Buhui's all-out attack just now, Xiao Zhao was actually more surprised.

She carefully looked around before making her move, and only fell down in a panic when she was sure no one could help her.

From the moment she fell to the moment Yang Buhui's dagger reached her chest, not even a breath had passed. Where did this person come from?

But no matter what, being alive is good enough. Xiao Zhao couldn't help but take a few more glances at the young man, noticing his imposing presence and extraordinary bearing. Xiao Zhao had a wide range of interests, including some knowledge of aura reading. At first glance, she could tell that this young man in white was definitely not simple.

I could vaguely see a long aura swirling above his head, which actually revealed the great appearance of an emperor.

Rather than being surprised, Xiao Zhao was actually stunned.

Lin Yaoxie knew that Xiao Zhao had a wide range of interests, so he didn't pay much attention to the elven girl's infatuated expression.

He simply said to Yang Buhui, "If you, Buhui, believe that I am Xiao Zhao's mole, then I admit it."

"Xiao Zhao? Hmph, how affectionately you call her." For some reason, Yang Buhui felt a pang of jealousy as she watched Lin Yaoxie pull up Xiao Zhao and defend her.

However, Bu Hui, who had never developed feelings for anyone, was not surprised by the unusual emotions in her heart.

Chapter 154: The True Lord of the Ming Cult [Fourth Update]

Yang Buhui was concerned about a different issue.

"How did you know my name is Bu Hui? Did the little fairy tell you?" Bu Hui took a few steps back warily.

Lin Yaoxie helped Xiao Zhao to her feet, while tossing the dagger in his other hand.

"My name is Lin Yaoxie. Has your father ever told you that?" Lin Yaoxie said calmly.

Yang Buhui's eyes widened suddenly as she stared at Lin Yaoxie in disbelief, looking him up and down: "You, are you really the Demon Emperor?"

For some reason, Yang Buhui immediately believed Lin Yaoxie's words and looked at him with admiration.

"Are you the Demon Emperor?" Although it was still a question, Yang Buhui's voice had become unusually certain.

Lin Yaoxie simply nodded and smiled.

Decades ago, after Lin Yaoxie transformed the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword into the Heaven-Slaying Saber, he sent the Thirteen Black Riders to Bright Peak to help Yang Dingtian, who was vying for the position of leader of the Ming Cult, successfully overpower all other contenders. Because this matter was handled with utmost secrecy, not a single word of it leaked into the martial arts world.

However, within the Ming Cult, the core members—the Messenger of Light, the Four Dharma Kings, the Five Wanderers, and the Five Elements Flag Masters—were well aware of this past event.

Therefore, twenty years ago, when Xie Xun learned that it was the Demon Emperor Lin Yaoxie, he gave up resisting.

Yang Buhui had long since forgotten that Lin Yaoxie was Xiao Zhao's accomplice. No matter how strange the little rascal maid was, there was absolutely no way she would let the Demon Emperor become her accomplice.

Because in Yang Buhui's mind, the Ming Cult belonged to the Demon Emperor. This was also a phrase her father often repeated when no one was around.

Xiao Zhao then chimed in, "Are you the Demon Emperor?"

"Yes, I am the Demon Emperor. Your mother has told you about me, hasn't she?" Lin Yaoxie had a hidden meaning.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhao fell silent, unsure whether she should reveal the truth about her mother being the Purple-Robed Long King.

Lin Yaoxie didn't press the matter, because that would be too troublesome.

With a flick of her finger, she flung the dagger held between her fingertips. The dagger, gleaming with a faint sharpness, struck Xiao Zhao's shackles precisely. The chains snapped in two like a brittle biscuit.

Yang Buhui gasped, for she knew that Xiao Zhao's shackles were made of pure refined steel, and that her father, Yang Xiao, had gone to great lengths to put them on her feet. According to her father, only the Heaven-Slaying Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Saber could cut them off.

But he quickly came to terms with it, considering Lin Yao's identity as the Demon Emperor. What in the world couldn't he accomplish? He could manipulate the entire world at will, let alone a pair of shackles.

Xiao Zhao was initially surprised but then delighted, bowing repeatedly to Lin Yaoxie, who accepted the bows calmly.

"Demon Emperor," Yang Buhui asked impatiently, "It's been over forty years since you last appeared at the Ming Cult. I never expected that your appearance wouldn't have changed at all after all these years. How do you maintain your youthful appearance?"

Lin Yaoxie, shameless as ever, smiled wickedly: "I think you, Xiao Zhao, also want to know the answer to this question, right?"

Xiao Zhao quickly nodded, expressing her opinion.

Lin Yaoxie said with a wicked smile, "This is actually simple in some ways, but as difficult as climbing to the sky in others."

"What do you mean?" Xiao Zhao and Yang Buhui asked in unison, and coincidentally they even smiled at each other, both forgetting the unpleasantness from earlier.

“Exactly.” Lin Yaoxie, like a strange uncle, drooled over the two girls: “Just become my wives and practice dual cultivation with me.”

Lin Yaoxie's words made Yang Buhui, who was slightly older, blush and her heart race. Although Yang Buhui was still a virgin, she lived in the Ming Cult, and Yang Xiao, like Huang Yaoshi, detested formalities. Therefore, Yang Buhui had some understanding of the practice of dual cultivation between men and women.

Xiao Zhao, being much younger, didn't quite grasp the situation at first. She just looked at Yang Buhui, who had suddenly become shy, with a puzzled expression, and said to herself, "I've also heard of dual cultivation techniques between men and women. Isn't it just that the man and woman take off their clothes, and then—"

She suddenly stopped talking, and after glancing at Lin Yaoxie, her face turned even redder than Yang Buhui's.

Lin Yaoxie laughed heartily and stopped teasing the two girls, as there was no need to.

Having been with countless women, he could already tell from Yang Buhui and Xiao Zhao's expressions that there was great potential for him. Next, he should attend to the important matters first; after resolving the crisis at Bright Peak, he could proceed more leisurely.

So Lin Yaoxie turned and walked towards a stone wall, stretching out his hands and groping like Xiao Zhao had just done.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Zhao also remembered what her mother, the Purple-Robed Long Wang Dai Qisi, had instructed her to do, and followed Lin Yaoxie to watch.

Yang Buhui was confused, but he followed anyway. Since the Demon Emperor was willing to intervene to save Xiao Zhao, Xiao Zhao's actions must be harmless to the Ming Cult. If they were harmful, would the Demon Emperor, the true master of the Ming Cult, stand idly by?