The Reversal of Heaven Begins with The Smiling, Proud Wanderer

Even Dongfang Bubai, who had always neglected his teaching duties and lived a secluded life, was thoroughly shocked by the earth-shattering news of Shaolin's destruction.

"Ren Woxing actually destroyed Shaolin?"

Inside the quiet and beautiful boudoir, Dongfang Bubai, dressed in red, held an embroidery needle between her fingers. Her movements paused slightly, a rare look of surprise and seriousness flashing across her exquisitely beautiful eyes. She thought to herself, "He can really completely cure that chronic ailment of the backlash from the foreign true energy? If that's true..."

His voice was soft and melodious, neither male nor female, yet it carried a subtle hint of sternness.

If it were merely Ren Woxing escaping from the West Lake prison, Dongfang Bubai wouldn't care.

He had already mastered the Sunflower Manual, reaching the late stage of the Innate Realm, and considered himself invincible.

Even if two or three Ren Woxings attacked at once, he was absolutely confident that he could defeat them with a needle.

The news that "drained the internal energy of more than two hundred Shaolin monks and Master Fangzheng" is simply too shocking.

The sheer volume of internal energy was so immense that just hearing about it was enough to make any expert's scalp tingle and their heart tremble.

If Ren Woxing could truly control this power...

At this moment, a slight crack quietly appeared in Dongfang Bubai's almost invincible confidence.

Within the Sun Moon Cult, this news caused an undercurrent of turmoil and widespread anxiety.

Those cult elders who had betrayed Ren Woxing and sided with Dongfang Bubai lived in constant fear, unable to eat or sleep, terrified that the old devil Ren would return to Blackwood Cliff at any moment to settle old scores.

Given Ren Woxing's vengeful and ruthless nature, if he were to regain power, their fate would be predictably miserable.

There is also a group of loyal followers who secretly hope that Ren Woxing will return as a king, regain control of the sect, and lead the Sun Moon Sect to dominate the martial arts world.

More often, however, are like reeds swaying from side to side, secretly observing the wind direction.

To be on the safe side, Dongfang Bubai waved her delicate hand and gave the order: "Pass down the order to capture Ren Yingying. With her in hand, I have no fear that Ren Woxing will hesitate to act rashly."

However, the ever-intelligent Ren Yingying, having already heard that Plum Manor in West Lake had been burned down, with the help of Lan Fenghuang, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect, and her confidants, had already quietly disappeared without a trace.

Two days later.

Upon receiving news that his men had failed to find him, Dongfang Bubai raised his slender eyebrows slightly, a cold glint flashing at his fingertips. He snorted coldly, "Having taken the Three Corpse Brain God Pill, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you won't escape my grasp! Keep a close watch on the movements of the martial world. Report any trace of Ren Woxing or Ren Yingying immediately!"

……

The martial arts world was in turmoil.

Lin Mu, the instigator of all this turmoil, is currently on his way to Mount Hua.

He galloped on his horse, feeling the mountain wind whistling past his ears. In the distance, the majestic and precipitous silhouette of Mount Hua gradually came into view.

The next afternoon.

On the mountain path of Mount Hua, Lin Mu, dressed in a blue robe, walked slowly, gazing at the sheer cliffs that seemed to pierce the sky, and the pavilions and towers that could be vaguely seen between the cliffs. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, thinking, "Since ancient times, there has only been one road to Mount Hua, the most dangerous and wondrous mountain under heaven."

"As expected of Mount Hua."

He chuckled lightly, his steps seemingly leisurely yet incredibly fast. In a few flashes, he easily traversed several treacherous mountain paths that would require ordinary people to proceed with extreme caution.

As they passed through the mountain gate, they suddenly heard a series of booming sounds of true energy and the clanging of metal against metal, interspersed with a heated argument.

"Yue Buqun! You hypocrite, you have usurped the position of Huashan Sect Leader for many years, causing our Huashan martial arts to be tarnished and our prestige to decline! Today, I, Feng Buping, will return to Huashan and reclaim everything that belongs to our Sword Sect!"

A rough, angry voice rang out, brimming with inner strength, causing the pine needles beside the mountain path to fall in a rustling sound.

"Junior Brother Feng, you are mistaken!"

"The sword qi disputes of yesteryear, and the infighting among fellow disciples, have already severely damaged the Huashan Sect, causing us deep pain!"

"We both come from Mount Hua, and should be of the same blood and lineage. Why must we start another war, causing pain to our loved ones and joy to our enemies?"

"The position of sect leader was passed down by my master on his deathbed. Over the years, I, Yue, have only been dutiful and conscientious in fulfilling my duties, seeking only to glorify the Huashan sect. How could I have usurped this position?"

"I urge you, junior brother, to prioritize the foundation of Mount Hua and not to dwell on past grievances..."

The other voice was gentle and mellow, earnest and persuasive, naturally belonging to the "Gentleman Sword" Yue Buqun.

Lin Mu raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself, "It's better to arrive at the right time than early. I've just arrived just in time for the grand sequel to this sword energy battle."

He slowed his pace, his breathing becoming increasingly restrained, and he moved forward silently.

Chapter 33: The Battle of Sword Qi

Lin Mu quietly approached and hid behind the window. Inside the main hall, he saw two groups of people facing off.

One side was led by Yue Buqun, with Ning Zhongze standing beside him. Behind them were Linghu Chong, Liang Fa, Shi Daizi, and other disciples of the Qi Sect, all with solemn expressions, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Yue Lingshan was among them, her pretty face full of worry.

On the other side were three middle-aged swordsmen with sharp auras. The leader was Feng Buping, known as "Raging Wind Swift Sword," with Cong Buqi, known as "Invincible Twin Swords," and Cheng Buyou, known as "One Line Sword," standing beside him.

"Yue Buqun, you're trying to frame me!"

Feng Buping impatiently interrupted Yue Buqun: "Back then, during the sword-qi conflict, the methods used by the Qi Sect were unclear and ambiguous, and none of my Sword Sect disciples were convinced."

"We have endured for twenty-five years. If you defeat the sword in my hand, I, Feng Buping, will immediately descend the mountain and never set foot on Mount Hua again!"

"If you lose, you'll obediently hand over the Iron Sword of the Sect Leader and relinquish your position as Sect Leader!"

Yue Buqun's face darkened, knowing that things would not end well today. He considered that he had already mastered the "Purple Cloud Divine Skill" and that it would be difficult to determine a winner against Feng Buping in a short time.

Ning Zhong could barely hold back Cong Buqi.

But Cheng Buyou, who was left behind, would absolutely slaughter his incompetent disciples.

Yue Buqun could not afford such a price.

With this in mind, Yue Buqun said, "Since Junior Brother Feng insists on this, I have no choice but to accompany you."

He slowly drew his longsword, the blade flowing with a faint purple mist, a manifestation of the Purple Cloud Divine Skill at its peak.

"Please advise!"

Feng Buping shouted loudly, and with a flick of his longsword, the sword light surged instantly, attacking Yue Buqun like a storm. The sword's momentum was swift and fierce, truly living up to its name of "Swift Wind Sword".

Yue Buqun responded with the Huashan sword technique, his sword moves were upright and peaceful, his defense was impenetrable, and he occasionally launched a counterattack with a purple aura that was quite powerful.

The two exchanged blows with their swords, and in the blink of an eye, they had fought more than thirty rounds, showing that they were evenly matched.

Ning Zhongze and Linghu Chong, along with other disciples of the Qi Sect, looked worried.

Cong Buqi and Cheng Buyou exchanged a glance, a cold smile appearing on their lips, seemingly having great confidence in Feng Buping.

Lin Mu could see clearly that although Yue Buqun appeared to be evenly matched with Feng Buping, the Zixia Divine Power actually consumed a great deal of internal energy, and would inevitably be at a disadvantage in a prolonged battle.

Although Feng Buping's internal strength was slightly inferior, his understanding of the Huashan sword technique allowed him to seize the initiative at every turn, becoming more and more courageous in battle, and his swordplay became increasingly unrestrained.

Sure enough, after fighting for more than ten more moves, the purple aura on Yue Buqun's sword gradually dimmed, and his breathing became slightly rapid.

Seizing the opportunity, Feng Buping let out a long roar and unleashed the "Deadly Three Immortal Swords in a Row". His swordsmanship suddenly became three times faster, each sword strike faster than the last, each strike linked together in one breath.

"Brother, be careful!"

Ning Zhongze exclaimed in surprise.

Yue Buqun used the "Three Green Peaks of Taiyue" technique to try his best to block, but with a crisp "clang", his long sword was knocked away by Feng Buping!

Feng Buping, seizing the opportunity, pressed his advantage, thrusting his longsword forward to pierce Yue Buqun's chest.

This sudden change left everyone in the Qi Sect utterly astonished.

Yue Buqun's face was ashen; he was about to lose his life.

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared, as fast as a ghost.

With a soft "ding," Feng Buping felt a sudden jolt in his wrist. His longsword was deflected by a gentle yet irresistible force, missing its mark.

He staggered back two steps in shock, and looked closely. He saw a young man in a blue robe standing in the middle of the field. It was this man who had casually flicked away his sword with his finger.

"Who are you? And why are you interfering in the internal affairs of my Huashan Sect?"

Feng Buping was both shocked and furious, and shouted angrily.

Having narrowly escaped death, Yue Buqun was still in shock. He looked at the young man and quickly cupped his hands in thanks: "So it's Young Hero Lin. Thank you for your help."

Ning Zhongze and his disciples also cast grateful glances their way.

"You're Lin Mu, the one who killed Zuo Lengchan?"

Cheng Buyou had heard of Lin Mu's name.

Some time ago, Zuo Lengchan contacted them, preparing to help Feng Beng regain the position of leader of the Huashan Sect.

Although Feng Buping and the others knew that Zuo Lengchan had ill intentions, they still chose to form an alliance with him for the sake of the sect leader position.

Unexpectedly, Zuo Lengchan died before he could even begin his campaign against Yue Buqun, perishing at Hengshan.

Since Zuo Lengchan was unreliable, Feng Ping and the others discussed the matter and decided to take back the position of Huashan Sect Leader on their own.

Unexpectedly, Lin Mu interfered.

Upon hearing Cheng Buyou's words, Lin Mu smiled calmly: "That's right, I am Lin Mu."

"With me here, you won't be able to harm Sect Leader Yue."

His tone was calm, yet it carried an air of arrogance that looked down upon the world.

Feng Buping roared in fury: "You brat, don't think you're invincible just because you killed Zuo Lengchan with your schemes. Others may fear you, but I don't. Take this!"

Rumor has it that Zuo Lengchan was severely injured by a hail of arrows from government soldiers, which allowed Lin Mu to take advantage of the situation.

Feng Buping saw that Lin Mu was young, and even if he was powerful, he wouldn't be much stronger than Yue Buqun, otherwise he wouldn't have used schemes and tricks to deal with Zuo Lengchan.

Feeling confident in his swordsmanship, Feng Buping unleashed his full power, transforming his sword into a whirlwind as he launched a fierce attack on Lin Mu, his swordplay even more ferocious than when he had dealt with Yue Buqun.

Cong Buqi and Cheng Buyou, worried that Feng Buping would suffer a loss, exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously. Their swords combined to support each other, and the sword light intertwined to form a net that enveloped Lin Mu.

These three are all skilled sword masters, and their combined power far surpasses their individual strength in a previous fight.

"What kind of hero bullies the few with numbers?"

Seeing this, Ning Zhongze prepared to draw his sword and join the battle.

Although she was a woman, she possessed heroic spirit and could be considered a heroine among women.

However, before she could even make a move, Lin Mu had already ended the battle.

Just one word, quick!

Lin Mu, having reached the Grandmaster realm, combined with the "Phoenix Dance Six Illusions," possessed a speed that was utterly overwhelming.

He poured pure Yang energy into his palm and casually slapped it.

"puff!"

Feng Buping felt an intensely hot internal force pierce through his sword and rush into his meridians. His entire arm felt as if it had been scalded by hot oil. He instinctively dropped his sword and retreated in horror, circulating his energy to neutralize the force. His face was filled with shock.

Almost simultaneously, Lin Mu swayed slightly, easily dodging the combined attack of Cong Buqi and Cheng Buyou's swords, and flicked out two fingers with his backhand.

"Cang! Cang!"

The longswords in Cong Buqi and Cheng Buyou's hands were snapped in two by the impact, spinning and sticking upside down in the ground, still buzzing.

Then, with a simple sweeping kick, he knocked both of them to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, he defeated the three top masters of the Sword Sect.

The whole place was dead silent!

Everyone stared in disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Amazing!"

Yue Lingshan's eyes lit up, and she felt a sudden flutter in her heart.

Linghu Chong felt a pang of sadness when he saw his junior sister's expression.

Yue Buqun's expression changed slightly, and he thought to himself.

Lin Mu's strength seems to have increased again. His speed is so fast that even I can't react! I wonder what his purpose is in coming to Mount Hua?

Yue Buqun and Lin Mu were not related, and he did not believe that Lin Mu had come to visit him on a simple occasion; he must have other purposes.

Seemingly noticing Yue Buqun's gaze, Lin Mu turned his head and laughed loudly, "Sect Leader Yue, how have you been?"

Chapter 34: Feng Qingyang

"Thanks to Young Master Lin, all is well. May I ask what brings you to Mount Hua?"