Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

"Is this how Elder Hong was killed in Tianya Tower?" Chu Mingkong said coldly.

He neither dodged nor evaded, nor even glanced at the trail left by the flying sword, because he knew that the sword could not possibly touch him—

when!

Almost without a shadow, the flying sword that had just appeared behind Chu Mingkong suddenly stopped in front of him, blocked by an invisible barrier of extreme yang.

However, this sword strike was extremely powerful. The barrier could no longer maintain its invisible state due to the sword strike, and it revealed a dazzling golden light. The extreme yang energy on the barrier was even more concentrated than the extreme yin energy of the flying sword.

Extreme Yin and Yang are two forces that are difficult to coexist under normal circumstances. The extreme Yang barrier is like a sun. The moment the extreme Yin aura of the flying sword approaches, it shoots out tongues of fire to engulf the flying sword and dissipate the extreme Yin aura on the flying sword.

The flying sword turned into an ordinary object and fell to the ground, where it was quickly decayed by the power that filled the abyss.

The masked man was clearly distressed and tried to retrieve his flying sword, but he couldn't.

Chu Mingkong wasn't feeling good either, but his discomfort stemmed from a sense of awkwardness...

The extreme yang barrier was shaken, and the one most affected was the Princess Consort of Chu. She was startled awake from her daze, and her delicate body, which had never been separated from Chu Mingkong, subconsciously began to rhythmically draw thick internal energy from Chu Mingkong to replenish the energy she had just consumed.

Chu Mingkong had excellent patience, but being embraced by the beautiful princess in his arms, he couldn't help but let out suppressed groans.

He couldn't understand why his battle had suddenly become so... bizarre.

"...Mingkong, how... how could someone... what happened?" Princess Chu's face turned pale with fright, but during her cultivation, her beautiful face quickly flushed with an uncontrollable blush.

Chu Mingkong created a soundproof barrier between the mother and child. He held Princess Chu's thighs with both hands, hesitating whether to tell her about the masked man's suspicious identity. He whispered:

"They are enemies, Buddhist monks hiding in the Abyss. Mother, baby, don't be afraid. Just keep holding me like this."

Princess Chu, who was not used to fighting, was suddenly struck by the news that she had encountered a powerful enemy, and that the battle was taking place in the Abyss. She was completely flustered and forgot to refute Chu Mingkong's excessive teasing. She nodded repeatedly and hugged Chu Mingkong even more tightly.

The masked man lost his hard-won flying sword, and he had just heard a muffled groan from the armored man behind the barrier, which he guessed meant that the sword intent of the flying sword had penetrated through and caused some damage to the other man.

After a brief exchange, both sides suffered some losses, making it the perfect time for a conversation.

"What brings you here, Your Excellency Zuo?" the masked man asked. The monk Nusheng stepped forward and stood beside him, signifying that he was temporarily on the same side as him.

They had previously suspected that Lord Zuo was Chu Mingkong, but this Extreme Yang Barrier shook their suspicions.

Anyone could potentially cultivate the power of extreme yang, but Chu Mingkong, with his injuries from the extreme abyss, was the only one who could not, and yet he cultivated the power of extreme yang to such a powerful and domineering degree that even barriers could be concealed.

Chu Mingkong's voice trembled slightly because of the Princess Consort of Chu. Not wanting anyone to notice his embarrassment, he used foul language to cover it up:

"You have offended me, so I came here specifically to inform you that I have offended all the beautiful women in your family."

The monk Nusheng didn't want to start a conflict, or rather, he wanted to stall for time. He remembered the glimpse of the imperial concubine's robe he had just seen. Although he didn't know what methods the Left Minister had used to hide Consort Wan, the monk Nusheng knew he couldn't be mistaken; the woman embracing the Left Minister was Consort Wan.

Consort Wan's talent for cultivation was outstanding but not exceptional. Even if she secretly cultivated the Extreme Yang Technique, it would be impossible for her to reach this level. Therefore, Monk Nusheng subconsciously assumed it was the power of Minister Zuo.

However, this erroneous speculation overturned his previous guesses about the identity of the Left Minister... Could it be that this Left Minister is really a reclusive master?

The monk Nusheng bowed with palms together, seemingly unmoved by the sudden deaths of several of his companions. He spoke gently and kindly:

"Your Excellency Zuo, it's been a few days since we last met. The woman you were with just now was Consort Wan, wasn't she? It seems that Consort Wan was indeed abducted by you. It's already a blessing to have such a beauty in your arms. Why bother taking her to the Abyss and risking your life? You probably don't want to see Consort Wan get injured in the Abyss, do you?"

Chu Mingkong was stunned. What was that? He knew that they might have seen him when he fell, but why would they say it was Consort Wan?

Oh, my clothes! I was in such a hurry when I came out, I was even practicing on horseback, so naturally I didn't have the leisure to change my clothes.

The extremely bright barrier, now resembling a large light bulb, blocked the view of Nu Sheng and the masked man, essentially creating a visually enclosed environment. Chu Mingkong even wondered if he should take advantage of their inability to see him and have the Princess Chu come down so he could change her position and rest with her.

However, in this serious combat situation, we must remain serious.

“I really didn’t want to,” Chu Mingkong replied. “But what are you doing on my turf? You’re diverting attention with the martial arts exercise, secretly lingering in the Abyss, what’s that little furnace behind you doing, and what are those chanting sounds and skeletal soldiers outside?”

Although Chu Mingkong was supporting her with both hands, Princess Chu's body still couldn't stop sinking. She sank too deep and had to struggle to climb up a little, but after a while she would sink down again. Chu Mingkong could hear Princess Chu's muffled groans of pain incessantly.

The angry monk said:

"Use this precious land of the abyss to refine the evil on the weapon and return it to the Asura King, that's all."

"There are other places with Abyss Rifts, so why come to Xiling? Xiling has already suffered from the Abyss calamity once. Do you know that the Yin energy here is being pushed outwards by what you are doing, and the Abyss aura near the border is getting stronger?"

Nu Sheng glanced at the masked man. The reason they chose to come to Xiling Extreme Abyss to forge the Asura Divine Weapon was naturally because... they had been warmly invited by their employer. However, they did not expect that their employer would change hands midway.

"Does Your Excellency really care so much about this small piece of land? With your background, it is already beneath you to be here. Besides, since the extreme Yin energy has shifted outwards, you can simply withdraw the border fortress inwards. No one will covet this place."

This means asking the surrounding Jin King and the forces of the Crescent Moon Kingdom whether they are interested in this area, as building a border fortress here is unnecessary.

Chapter 252 My Journey into Filial Piety

This is ridiculous. It's like saying you don't care about things that aren't yours, and you think you can just voluntarily shrink your own border? If you retreat a little today and a little more tomorrow, before long Xiling won't even need to exist anymore.

He is a typical "thinking of you" type of philosophical master, who would even say it's for your own good if he advised someone to eat shit.

Previously, Chu Mingkong thought that this monk could say some truths, but he did nothing right. Now, he's probably not very bright, or maybe he just has a bald head and the title of a monk, and he really thinks that his life philosophy is superior to others.

“Master Nusheng, everyone is raised by their elders with great care and attention. When your parents gave birth to you, did they think that since you wouldn’t die from overeating, they would just raise you with great care and attention?”

The monk's face suddenly turned ugly. He had tried to speak politely to the other party, but this Lord Zuo had resorted to such vulgar language.

“These are incomparable,” he said, barely containing his anger.

Chu Mingkong continued:

"Now you know they can't be compared? Everyone has their own principles. You can dislike someone else's principles, just say so. But to use the guise of doing what's best for others to force others to accept your own principles is just one of two kinds of people: those who are foolish and unaware of their own shortcomings, and those who bully the weak and act hypocritically."

Based on my understanding of Buddhism these past few days, you embody both.

The angry monk said in a deep voice:

"...Then what is the reason and purpose of your visit?"

Having said that, the monk closed his eyes, sensing the lingering hostility from the other party, and pondered his chances of winning if he made a move.

This Lord Zuo is a greatsword immortal. He had already activated his Vajra Body at the time, but he was still easily shattered, which shows that his chances of winning under normal circumstances are extremely low.

But this is in the Abyss Crevice, he shouldn't dare to recklessly unleash his sword energy. Even if he himself survives, it will be difficult for "Consort Wan" he brought with him to get out unharmed. Or is it that... this woman's life or death is insignificant to him, and he only brought a woman here because he was afraid of being bored in the Abyss?

If that's your mindset, then you're in trouble!

Knowing that a full-blown battle was about to break down, Chu Mingkong whispered to the Princess Consort of Chu beforehand:

"Mother, don't move yet. Just hold me tight for a moment. I'll take care of everything."

“…Hmm.” Princess Chu responded softly, her cheeks flushing even more, her delicate red lips pursed as she muttered inwardly in shock, “How come it’s gotten bigger again?” (referring to the swelling of blood in her arm muscles)

Since her husband's disappearance, the Queen of Chu has remained single for many years. Over the years, the men she has had the most contact with have been her family members, and more recently, her sons.

Now that the Princess of Chu is holding Chu Mingkong so subtly, she can clearly perceive the outline and shape of his strong and muscular physique. His muscles were already as big as a wild beast, and now that he has become murderous and has the will to fight, his muscles have started to engorge with blood, making them even bigger than before.

She couldn't hold on any longer and could only grit her teeth and bear it...

Chu Mingkong glanced at the angry monk, then his gaze fell on the weapon-forging furnace behind him, and said:

"Guests are always welcome. Since you like the Abyss so much, then you can stay in the Abyss. As for the weapons you forged, I won't be polite."

Even if a weapon stolen from someone else isn't handy, you still feel exceptionally good using it.

To reduce the pressure on Princess Chu, Chu Mingkong tried to stay still as much as possible. He followed the same method and pointed from a distance, sending two points of extremely Yin Fire spiritual energy towards the two of them.

The monk's body once again shone with a metallic luster, and gold stained his body. He blocked Chu Mingkong's finger strike head-on, but was still pierced through by the finger.

He secretly compared his technique to the Vajra Finger in his mind, trying to determine which finger technique was more profound:

"What kind of finger technique is this?"

Chu Mingkong had no idea how to respond. He was simply cheating by relying on the Extreme Yin Fire spiritual energy, but it would be embarrassing to make a move without a name, so he made up a story:

"Kato Taka's Finger Technique".

The masked man had no way to deal with it for the time being and dodged repeatedly, but Chu Mingkong mocked and thrust out a few more fingers. With nowhere to avoid it, the masked man took out the Royal Tomb Seal to defend himself. The jade seal was covered in wounds, but it only had one more black spot. This thing actually blocked the extreme yin fire spiritual energy unharmed.

After discovering the countermeasures, the masked man glanced at Nu Sheng and said in a deep voice:

"Hurry up and finish this. Don't hesitate any longer. Do you want to just watch someone take away the weapon of the Asura King?"

As soon as the masked man finished speaking, he launched a counterattack. He used the Royal Tomb Seal as a shield to resist the opponent's extremely Yin spiritual energy and swung the Vajra Prajna Palm at the opponent.

The Prajna energy in the palm is profound, with a powerful momentum yet subtle and gentle hidden force.

With a single palm strike, the palm force guided the extremely Yin energy to gather in the palm, and then, accompanied by the Vajra Prajna Palm strike, an ordinary palm strike actually possessed extremely Yin power in the special environment of the Extreme Abyss!

Normally, Chu Mingkong would have liked to test how powerful this so-called Great Perfection Palm was, but with Princess Chu clinging to him, Chu Mingkong dared not be the slightest bit presumptuous.

A dagger quietly appeared in his hand; with such a precise attack, there was no need to worry about making too much noise and collapsing the earthen walls on both sides.

Chu Mingkong dodged the masked man's fluctuating fist and palm attacks, and his rapid movements almost made Princess Chu lose her mind. She clung tightly to his neck, and if she hadn't been unable to bite his armor, she probably would have started biting his shoulder by now.

The dagger silently stabbed towards the masked man's waist, but the masked man seemed to have something to rely on, wanting to take the stab in exchange for a palm strike from the other man.

The masked man relied on the protective soft armor under his cloak. He thought his armor could stop the attack, but "thinking" is just that—thinking. The stab easily pierced through his soft armor, and half of the dagger went in, lodging in his kidney.

The Princess Consort of Chu was also being stabbed. Although the force of the dagger was not directed at her, the ruthlessness Chu Mingkong displayed when he was fully focused unconsciously penetrated deep into the Princess Consort's heart.

The ground was dripping, but the light was dim, making it difficult to see clearly.

Perhaps it was the kidney blood of the masked man, or perhaps it was the tears of fear shed by the Queen Consort of Chu.

The masked man was willing to be injured to take a blow from his own palm, but Chu Mingkong had already anticipated his intention. He flicked his dagger at the man's ribs, gripped the bone, and thus restrained his movements.

The momentary slowdown was enough for Chu Mingkong to do many things. He delivered a high roundhouse kick to the man's face, attempting to shatter his mask, but the kick only sent the masked man flying.

Just now, Chu Mingkong felt the mask release a power that protected the other party.

He felt a pang of regret, and wanted to kick him to reveal his true identity; it turned out that the mask was also an extraordinary object.

"You're lucky to be alive."

"Step back," the angry monk shouted at the masked man.

He held a golden Arhat relic in his hand. This relic was collected by the Buddhist sect. In the time that the masked man had bought for him, the monk Nusheng had already communicated with this relic and used the power within it to summon the attack from his past life.

The monk Nusheng opened his golden eyes, stared at the golden relic in his hand, and then crushed it. A golden light merged into his arm. Nusheng raised his palms in a salute, his mind clear and peaceful.

"This humble monk who unleashed this attack, though not yet having attained Buddhahood, has already surpassed the achievements of many. I hope Your Excellency will take care."

The Heavenly Buddha descends, compassionately guiding all beings to salvation!

In an instant, a golden light illuminated the gloomy sky of the Abyss, and a majestic and enormous Buddhist monk appeared, chanting a demon-suppressing mantra towards Chu Mingkong.

This Dharma form could have lasted longer, but the aura of the Abyss was eroding its power, forcing him to concentrate all his strength into a single, incredibly powerful spell.

A giant hand was falling from the sky, slapping towards Chu Mingkong.