I am Jinshan Youxia

His voice showed no sign of restraint. Those who could go to the battlefield were the top experts of the Four Seas Gang and the Ming Cult. Excellent hearing was just a basic ability, so of course he would listen to these instructions.

At first, no one paid attention, thinking it was just a small tactic by the other side to harass them, so they simply blocked out the annoying sounds. But Zhang Chengyi thought that if they couldn't speak, that would be terrible. He first used telepathy to harass everyone he thought he could command. The experts on both sides blocked their own hearing to deal with the situation.

Zhang Chengyi is the kind of person who does what you tell me not to do, and he wants to do it even more. You're blocking my hearing, aren't you?

He simply mobilized his spiritual energy to create a resonance between his true energy and spiritual energy, transmitting his voice through his skull into his head. He challenged them to try and dispel the surrounding spiritual energy and destroy the true energy within their bodies.

What was supposed to be a great epic battle turned into a standstill as he talked, with both sides losing all will to fight. One side returned to the city walls, while the other, led by the four great Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult, withdrew to their main tent.

All eyes were on this side.

To be able to force everyone to hear these nonsensical instructions, one's martial arts skills must already surpass those of everyone present. With such a master appearing, what's the point of continuing the fight?

When they saw Zhang Chengyi, who was arrogant and self-righteous, looking at them all as weaklings, several of the experts from the Four Seas Gang changed their expressions. Taking advantage of everyone's attention being drawn to the unfamiliar powerful figure, they retreated to the back of the crowd and quietly escaped.

Su Xinghe looked down at the ground, as if trying to see something extraordinary in the ordinary soil.

"What? You're not fighting anymore?" Zhang Chengyi asked, his voice carried by the spiritual energy that was still resonating, echoing like a great bell throughout the vicinity of the new Suzhou City.

The place remained completely silent. Those who recognized Kingsoft Ranger had already fled, and those who remained were the rising generation who had emerged in the last thirty years. They might not even know the name of Kingsoft Ranger, let alone recognize him.

"It's not like I'm the only one watching this show. Are you guys just going to stop fighting now?"

Zhang Chengyi casually pointed to the woods not far away. His inner energy surged, intertwined, and compressed at his fingertips, finally emitting a buzzing sound. Most of the trees in the woods were snapped in half. A figure fled into the air in panic, pursued by the true energy wave, before turning back like a bird and quietly landing.

This was a man dressed as a scholar, wearing a long robe and a square scarf on his head. After escaping the attack of the true energy wave, he had a somewhat inexplicable expression on his face.

He probably couldn't understand why, when they were both just watching a show, the other person suddenly attacked him.

Zhang Chengyi himself didn't have any particular reason; it was just something he did on a whim.

“Uncle Zhang, this man is Huang Shang, the Song Dynasty official who stole the Nine Heavens True Scripture a few months ago.”

Su Xinghe provided timely commentary.

Still, no one spoke; all was quiet. The sandstorm on the battlefield was subsiding, and a gentle breeze was blowing. Zhang Chengyi said with a look of disappointment:

"It's boring."

Who should be disappointed in the end?

It's hard.

Fang La felt his fist harden.

Chapter 123 clearly doesn't respect me.

"Who goes there? State your name!"

One of the Ming Cult members stepped forward and asked in a loud voice.

The reason why no one from the Four Seas Gang spoke up was because the elders in charge and the gang leader had suddenly disappeared, and the strongest person was Lu Zhishen, who had come to help. They couldn't find anyone to speak up for them.

"Huang Shang, a wandering swordsman."

The scholar cupped his hands in greeting.

Because the Song court was weak in the shadows—no, it was openly weak—even the Liangshan Marsh, which should have been granted amnesty, began to use Shandong as a springboard to compete for control of the Central Plains. Huang Chang came as a wandering Jianghu wanderer to seize the Nine Heavens True Scripture.

After the success, the true scriptures were sent to the capital, and he was once again ordered to become a secret agent to spy on the Ming Cult and the Four Seas Gang in Jiangnan.

Of course, he was unaware that his identity had already been sold out.

In fact, with Zhang Chengyi's transmission of skills making many divine skills commonplace, and with Xiao Feng's conquest of Western Xia and Liao, the Song Dynasty should have been a vibrant and prosperous place. However, because Xiao Feng was alive, the world was peaceful and prosperous, and all nations came to pay tribute. The people in the Song Dynasty were far more inhuman than those on Earth.

With Xiao Feng gone and Xiao Da Wang's army out of contact, some clever strategist in the court thought they could be easily subdued with a mere proclamation, and adopted an arrogant attitude. As a result, dozens of "kings" who already disliked the Song Dynasty joined forces to storm the capital, slaughtering many experts. The existing public resentment could no longer be suppressed, ultimately leading to the current situation.

The original novel featured martial arts masters who could storm through armies, and this modified version of the master can move freely through thousands of troops. However, he didn't achieve this through normal training, so it's impossible for the Song Dynasty to resist him with the people it has cultivated in a short period of time.

Might makes right. With version updates, armies can no longer keep up with the times; only martial arts masters are needed.

"So it is, so it is," Su Xinghe explained the situation using telepathy.

Zhang Chengyi looked over with a smile. According to the novel, Huang Shang, this unlucky fellow, was just an ordinary scholar before the arrival of the Tianlong era. He worked hard to pass the imperial examination and become an official. After the end of the Tianlong era, he was already over sixty years old and was assigned to compile the Daoist Canon. In just a few years, he mastered unparalleled martial arts.

They weren't late bloomers; they were simply born to abandon literature for martial arts. Their talent in martial arts would rank among the best in the entire history of Jin Yong's world.

Compared to the lawless martial arts practitioners of the new era, Huang Shang was practically a good boy.

The Song Dynasty appears to value martial arts, sending people to seize the Nine Heavens Manual, but in reality, it doesn't treat masters as its own. Now that the version has been updated again, its reign probably doesn't last much longer.

The people from the Ming Cult glanced at Huang Shang with disdain. Any organization with a little bit of information could find out Huang Shang's background from the Song court by spending some money. Despite possessing profound martial arts skills, he was still willing to be a dog for the Song Dynasty, which made him hard to respect.

Huang Shang himself didn't feel anything about the unwarranted contempt. He saw himself as an official and didn't need to bother with the martial arts practitioners who risked their lives in the Jianghu. The seventy-year-old man's values ​​were already set, and he was very Buddhist. He just felt confused when he was suddenly attacked.

With his Buddhist-like and peaceful personality, his thorough reading of the Taoist canon and his mastery of Taoist doctrines, he was able to easily overcome his inner demons after simply practicing the Nine Heavens True Scripture. He could even watch the battle from nearby without being noticed.

If Zhang Chengyi's ability to find people through spiritual energy hadn't been so outrageous, he could have remained hidden until the war was over.

Having been rebuffed, the Ming Cult members turned their attention to the other side.

Zhang Chengyi was enjoying the spectacle when he noticed everyone staring at him. So he cleared his throat, controlled his spiritual energy to amplify his voice, and was about to give himself a full introduction.

"Call them out and have a word with me!" On the city wall of Suzhou, Lu Zhishen also discovered that the core members of the Four Seas Gang had all run away. He shouted loudly, pushed aside the Four Seas Gang disciples who were trying to stop him, and climbed down the wall with his monk's staff.

This interruption alerted the Ming Cult to the lack of defenses in Suzhou. Seeing an opportunity, Fang La gave the order, and the Ming Cult members rushed towards the city wall.

Even Huang Shang's gaze shifted to that direction. During the Tianlong era, he was still an official in Fuzhou, and it wasn't until he was over sixty years old that he was transferred back to the capital. He was doing an obscure job and had no idea who the Jinshan Wanderer was.

Zhang Chengyi's face froze instantly. He had been so happy watching the excitement, but when he realized that no one was paying attention to him, he suddenly felt very annoyed.

You asked me who I was, and before I could even answer, you ignored me. That's clearly disrespectful.

The moment he had the thought, the spiritual energy that was originally used to transmit the message instantly transformed into a vast net that fell from the sky, wiping out all the Ming Cult members in one fell swoop.

With too many targets, the more agile Fang La, the Four Dharma Kings, and several envoys managed to escape capture by the spiritual energy network due to their superior strength.

After spiritual energy merges into the air, it becomes more concealed and completely transparent. However, once one's strength reaches a certain level, one can still sense spiritual energy; otherwise, there is no way to utilize it. They immediately suspected that Zhang Chengyi was behind it. No wonder, this strange man had just demonstrated the amazing ability to transmit sound using spiritual energy.

It can only be said that their suspicions were correct.

As a result, the Ming Cult's high-ranking members all gathered around Zhang Chengyi.

Huang Shang looked astonished. Such a large-scale use of the power of the air, perhaps...

A thoughtful expression crossed his face, which then turned into a sudden realization. He reached out and captured a wisp of spiritual energy. He frowned and pondered for a while, and the spiritual energy transformed into various forms according to his imagination.

"Snapped!"

In the blink of an eye, the four Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult and their envoys had already approached. One of them lashed out with a long whip, which, after a crisp crack, seemed to come alive as it wrapped around Zhang Chengyi's neck.

Some even circled around to the side, curling their fingers into claws to attack the head, while others activated their internal energy and struck Zhang Chengyi in the back with a palm.

At first glance, it seems like a sure-fire trap.

"White Python Whip Technique, Devastating Divine Claw, Heart-Shattering Palm..."

Su Xinghe stood behind, explaining slowly and deliberately. Even though he was about to be defeated by the Ming Cult members when they surrounded him with his martial arts skills, with Grandpa Zhang in front of him, he had enough confidence to ignore all the dangers.

"Not bad, not bad."

Zhang Chengyi grinned, and before he finished speaking, countless wisps of smoke rose from his body, intertwining with spiritual energy. The Ming Cult experts were only inches away from touching him, but they were frozen in mid-air.

This mere few inches is an insurmountable barrier.

In this world, as long as no one reaches the point where they can ignore the spiritual energy of nature, then he has a complete home-field advantage. Not to mention fighting him, even encountering him is an extremely difficult thing.

Upon seeing this, Fang La turned and left without hesitation.

“Now that you’re here, how can you just leave without saying goodbye?” Zhang Chengyi pointed.

"Boom!"

Fang La, the instigator who made him feel uncomfortable, was held like a worm.

Was Chapter 124 fun?

"Boom!"

Seeing their leader fall to the ground, his life hanging in the balance, the members of the Ming Cult were extremely anxious, but no matter how they struggled, they could not break free from the binding of the spiritual energy.

Although it is unknown how many of them overcame their inner demons and gained that level of control, they did not actually possess the terrifying enhancement gained from integrating all their bodily instincts after overcoming their inner demons, and their control abilities were far weaker than Wu Yazi's.

I guess it's a technique for skipping class.

Huang Shang was quite interesting; he almost managed to fool Zhang Chengyi.

This person is truly at the level of someone who has genuinely overcome inner demons.

"I have never met you before, nor do I have any grudge against you. I suppose there is no need to resort to words and fists."

When Huang Shang saw Zhang Chengyi looking over with a face full of eagerness, he immediately softened his stance, as if he wouldn't fight back no matter what Zhang Chengyi did.

He was over seventy years old and hadn't practiced or fought in the previous sixty years, so his combat experience was terrible. He had relied entirely on his strength to overwhelm the Nine Heavens True Scripture when he seized it. Of course, even if he had combat experience, it would probably be completely useless against the monster in front of him.

Among numerical monsters, a higher numerical value is an insurmountable mountain.

Most importantly, he didn't need to use a fight to communicate. He could tell from the calm and observant perspective that the more assertive he was, the more interested Zhang Chengyi would become. It would be simpler to just give in.

This is the wisdom and vision of a mature person.

However, this person has a rather eccentric personality and seems extremely self-centered; perhaps...

Thinking it over, Huang Shang cupped his hands, lowering his posture to the lowest possible level, and said, "I am not good at fighting, and I hope you will forgive me."

"..."

"What a mess." Zhang Chengyi felt like he had punched cotton. After several dangerous thoughts flashed through his mind, his feverish head calmed down.

Thinking about it carefully, Huang Shang is described in the novel as having mastered unparalleled martial arts without a teacher when he first came out of seclusion. Later, he went into hiding and studied killing techniques for more than forty years after failing to defeat the Ming Cult. His actual combat ability was rather weak, so it would probably be pointless to fight him.

He gradually showed a bored expression and said, "Let's go into the city and take a look."

Besides the group of experts and disciples who attempted to storm the city, the Ming Cult also had quite a few ordinary members with mediocre martial arts skills. Seeing that the cult's experts had been wiped out by divine means, some of these superstitious members fled, while most knelt on the ground, kowtowing and chanting to Zhang Chengyi.

The whole picture looks like a shoe teacher.

It seems to have something to do with the Ming Cult's missionary strategy. These people use martial arts to pretend to be gods and ghosts. Now that they've been enhanced, they're all acting like immortals. The ignorant men and women naturally worship them. When they encounter a stronger and more unreasonable master, they'll definitely kneel down whichever way the wind blows.

To say how devout...

That's completely unnecessary. For details, refer to the story of the Dragon King who is worshipped when it rains and beaten when it doesn't.

Suzhou City has been in chaos ever since Lu Zhishen caused trouble. The Four Seas Gang had already lost most of its territory to the Ming Cult, and its members were in a state of panic. Now that the higher-ups have vanished without a trace, any middle-level member with a brain knows that the city cannot be defended.