69novels Chapter 106: A Sudden Change in Style – Devastating News for the Ancient Tomb Sect! [10,000-word Upd
Chapter 106: A Sudden Change in Style – Devastating News for the Ancient Tomb Sect! [10,000-word Upd
Chapter 106: A Sudden Change in Style – Devastating News for the Ancient Tomb Sect! [10,000-word Update, Please Read On]
Fate seems to have come full circle, returning to where it started.
After rescuing Duan Yu and Wang Yuyan, Qiao Feng and A'Zhu went to Yanmen Pass to investigate their origins.
They witnessed the Northern Song soldiers massacring Liao people, and they also saw the tattoos on the chests of the Liao people.
The truth is cruel. Even though Qiao Feng found it hard to accept, he could never deny the fact that he was a Liao person.
In order to uncover more of the truth, Qiao Feng relentlessly sought out those who had participated in the massacre at Yanmen Pass.
But wherever he went, people who knew the truth would be killed.
After searching around, the only ones left who were dead were Master Zhiguang of Tiantai Mountain and Kangmin, the heir of Ma Dayuan.
Qiao Feng had no choice but to take A'Zhu to Tiantai Mountain.
The outcome was relatively smooth. They met Master Zhiguang and obtained Xiao Yuanshan's last letter, learning the whole story.
Now only one mystery remains.
Who exactly was that ringleader back then?
Faced with Qiao Feng's questioning, Master Zhiguang sighed, said a few words, and then committed suicide by poison.
At this point, the only person who knew the true identity of the ringleader was the vicious woman Kang Min.
The two then rushed to Xinyang to see Kang Min.
Kang Min, that slut, started flirting with Qiao Feng the moment she saw him, offering her true identity as the leader of the gang in exchange for spending the night with him.
Given Qiao Feng's personality, how could he possibly grant her wish? Of course, he would firmly refuse.
Kang Min then suggested that Qiao Feng kill A'Zhu, and even promised to help him regain his position as the leader of the Qiao Gang.
This request finally crossed Qiao Feng's bottom line!
Enraged, Qiao Feng slapped Kang Min and stormed off with A'Zhu.
At night, A Zhu disguised herself as Bai Shijing, an elder of the Bow Gang, to try and get information out of Kang Min, but Kang Min had already seen through her disguise and gave her false information.
Therefore, Qiao Feng and A'Zhu mistakenly believed that Duan Zhengchun, the Prince of Zhennan of Dali, was the leader.
The two inquired their way to Xiaojing Lake, where, after some entanglement, they met Duan Zhengchun and his four retainers, as well as Azi, who had just escaped from the Xingxiu Sect.
The hatred for one's parents is irreconcilable, yet Qiao Feng finds himself in a dilemma as he faces his enemy.
Duan Zhengchun was the father of his sworn brother Duan Yu. If he wanted to take revenge, it would mean severing all ties of brotherhood and becoming mortal enemies if they met again.
A'Zhu's situation was even more difficult than Qiao Feng's, because she had just learned that Duan Zhengchun was her biological father and A'Zi was her younger sister.
While suffering greatly, Azhu suddenly remembered the wooden box Chu Yang had left for them, and a startling thought popped into her mind.
Could it be that...
Did Mr. Chu foresee this day long ago?
If it's true.
Then wouldn't this Mr. Chu be a god?
Just in case, A'Zhu reminded Qiao Feng to open the wooden box. Qiao Feng was taken aback and took out the box with some doubt. After opening it, he saw a folded letter.
Unfolding the letter, one finds only two sentences.
Kang Min and Duan Zhengchun's love turned into hatred!
Duan Zhengchun was not the ringleader!
This is true!
Qiao Feng and A'Zhu exchanged a glance, and immediately felt their hair stand on end, their bones trembling with fear!
"Who exactly is this Mr. Chu, and why does he know so much?"
"If Kang Min really framed him, how did he know that Kang Min would mention Prince Duan's name?"
"You can frame anyone."
"That's the scariest part—"
"Whether it's divination and planning, or knowing the will of Heaven beforehand, neither is within human power!"
A'Zhu took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she grasped Qiao Feng's. "Brother Qiao, I'm a little scared. What should we do?"
Qiao Feng pondered for a moment, "I still want to believe that Mr. Chu. After all, he saved your life. If he had any ill intentions towards us, there would be no need for him to do this."
"Besides, during my battle with him that day, I had a vague feeling that if he wanted to kill me, it wouldn't be difficult for him—"
Thinking of Chu Yang's unpredictable abilities, A Zhu still felt a little uneasy. She forced herself to suppress her fear and said, "Why don't we have an open and honest talk with Prince Duan in person?"
Qiao Feng nodded. For now, this was the only way.
Just as the two were preparing to confront Duan Zhengchun, the Four Villains suddenly appeared at Xiaojing Lake, their target being Duan Zhengchun.
Duan Yanqing, the leader of the Four Evils, was the former crown prince of the Dali Kingdom. Due to internal strife in Dali, he was plotted against by the treacherous minister Yang Yizhen and fled Dali.
After Dali was restored, all the ministers thought that Duan Yanqing was dead, so they supported Duan Zhengchun's brother, Duan Zhengming, to succeed to the throne of Dali.
From then on, Duan Yanqing regarded the two brothers as enemies and plotted to regain the throne.
Logically speaking, Duan Yanqing's plan to kill Duan Zhengchun was an internal matter for the Dali royal family, and outsiders should not interfere.
But Qiao Feng couldn't care less about that now. Before Duan Zhengchun could even make a move, he stepped forward alone and fought fiercely against the Four Evils.
A moment later, the four were no match for him.
Duan Yanqing could only leave Qiao Feng with a few harsh words before angrily leaving.
"Thank you so much, Brother Qiao, for your help!"
Duan Zhengchun had striking eyebrows and bright eyes, and was so handsome that he didn't look like a middle-aged man.
"Duan Yu is my sworn brother, how could I stand idly by? Your Highness Duan, to be frank, I have come here today to ask you about something!"
Qiao Feng looked serious and slightly cupped his hands in greeting.
"If this matter is of great importance, please come with me to the woods for a talk."
Seeing Qiao Feng's expression, Duan Zhengchun guessed that the matter was urgent. He led Qiao Feng away from the others and went to a secluded spot to talk quietly.
A'Zhu stood anxiously in the distance, waiting until she saw Qiao Feng slowly shake his head at her, at which point she finally couldn't hold back her tears.
Turning around, Azhu saw Ruan Xingzhu showing concern for Azi and walked over shakily.
"Thank you for your frankness, Prince Duan."
"Brother Qiao, you flatter me. If you weren't so honest and straightforward, we would both have fallen into that wicked woman Kang Min's trap."
"I am ashamed to say that it was only through Mr. Chu's guidance that I was able to clear up my misunderstanding of Prince Duan—"
"Mr. Chu? Brother Qiao, could you please introduce us? Mr. Chu has been kind to me, Duan."
"I don't know where Mr. Chu is. If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely invite Mr. Chu for a drink."
"Haha, please be sure to invite Duan then."
The misunderstanding was cleared up, and the two chatted happily. As soon as they walked out of the woods, they saw Ruan Xingzhu holding A Zhu and crying bitterly.
Upon seeing Duan Zhengchun, Ruan Xingzhu couldn't help but shout again, "Duan Lang, A'Zhu is also our child!"
Duan Zhengchun was overjoyed and quickly stepped forward to hug the mother and her two daughters.
Qiao Feng suddenly felt a bit thirsty. His sworn brother's father had suddenly become his father-in-law. The next time he saw Duan Yu, he didn't know whether he should call him Second Brother or Brother-in-law. But the next moment...
Yang Feng was terrified when he suddenly fell into the ice cave.
What would have happened if A'Zhu had known all along that Prince Duan was her father, and had regarded Prince Duan as her leader and insisted on killing him to avenge her parents?
Caught between him and his biological father, facing a life-or-death dilemma, A'Zhu will most likely resolve the hatred between the two in her own way.
A'Zhu's greatest skill is disguise!
After considering a certain possibility, a look of relief appeared on Qiao Feng's face, and he muttered to himself.
"Ah Zhu, Mr. Chu has saved you twice now—"
The desert is solitary and straight, and the long river falls into the sun.
Although Wang Wei's poem "On a Mission to the Frontier" does not describe the Mongolian scenery, it is very apt to describe the beautiful scenery that Chu Yang saw.
After crossing the border of the Ming Dynasty and arriving at the boundless Mongolian grasslands, Chu Yang suddenly realized the vastness of this world.
Unlike the delicate and graceful scenery of Jiangnan, the grassland scenery is rugged, like a young girl who has just left her boudoir and is without makeup, carrying a fresh and natural air.
The wind blew, and the waist-high grass swayed like green waves. The setting sun shone on it, draping the entire grassland in a pale golden veil.
Such a beautiful view was not something Huang Rong wanted to miss, so she volunteered to sit next to Chu Yang and act as his temporary coachman.
On the contrary, Mu Nianci, who always took the initiative to assume the duties of the coachman, hid in the carriage and did not come out.
No matter how Chu Yang called her, she would always find an excuse to refuse.
In the end, Huang Rong still dragged her out to admire the beautiful scenery of the grassland, but Mu Nianci still habitually kept her head down, seemingly not very interested.
"Once we get to Mongolia, shouldn't Sister Mu go find that silly boy's mother, who is also Sister Mu's future mother-in-law?" Huang Rong's eyes darted around, and a sly smile appeared on her face. "Sister Mu is shy, isn't she?"
Mu Nianci rolled her eyes at her; the little girl was clearly making fun of her.
Chu Yang nodded thoughtfully and said, "That should be the case. After all, it would be a little awkward for her, a young woman, to meet her mother-in-law without any family members by her side."
Mu Nianci sighed deeply, her brows furrowed in worry.
"Hehehe."
Huang Rong smiled like a little fox. Having traveled all the way from the Southern Song Dynasty to Mongolia, she had long guessed Mu Nianci's intentions and also guessed that Mu Nianci's pretext of going to find her future mother-in-law was a fabricated excuse.
Seeing her in a difficult situation, the naturally clever and mischievous Huang Rong was overjoyed.
In terms of their relationship, Huang Rong and Mu Nianci got along well and were already very good friends, but Huang Rong still felt uncomfortable when she thought that Mu Nianci was trying to get close to Chu Yang.
"How about this, Miss Mu? We'll take you to find Guo Jing's mother first, and then we'll set off again, shall we?"
As the saying goes, "If you're going to help someone, help them all the way to the West." Chu Yang couldn't bring himself to abandon such a young girl after taking her all the way to Mongolia.
We've already come all the way to the foot of Mount Ling, so what's one more tremor?
Mu Nianci wanted to muster the courage to be honest with Chu Yang, but once she met Chu Yang's eyes, she inexplicably lost her spirit and could only listlessly say thank you, "Thank you for your trouble, Brother Chu."
Guo Jing was both the sworn brother of Temujin's son Tolui and the son-in-law of his daughter Huazheng, so Li Ping's residence was quite special, being close to Temujin's royal tent.
Wearing Central Plains attire, Chu Yang found it difficult to obtain information about the location of Temujin's tent from the herdsmen, so he had to resort to illusion magic to confuse them.
To prepare for the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, Chu Yang learned some Mongolian beforehand, so communication wasn't a big problem.
After encountering several groups of herdsmen and obtaining Temujin's location, the carriage never stopped again.
A night of speeding.
The following morning, Mu Nianci took the reins from Chu Yang and sat down to drive the carriage without saying a word.
"Miss Mu doesn't seem very happy?"
"It's nothing, I'm just a little nervous."
Looking at her somewhat pale profile, Chu Yang thought for a moment and said, "You don't like this marriage?"
Mu Nianci's expression was stiff. She wanted to nod, but she didn't know whether she should or not.
It seems there is no place for her between Chu Yang and Huang Rong.
"If you don't like it, you can just say so. Uncle Yang is a bit stubborn, but he's not the kind of person who does things his own way."
Chu Yang thought that Mu Nianci, like in the original story, had fallen in love with Yang Kang and had to come to Mongolia because of her filial piety.
To be honest, Guo Jing is much more reliable than Yang Kang. If Chu Yang were Yang Tiexin, he would be more willing to see Mu Nianci and Guo Jing together.
The premise is that Mu Nianci likes it.
Love cannot be forced; otherwise, there wouldn't be so many lovesick men and women in the world.
"If I really don't like this marriage, what do you think I should do, Brother Chu?"
After a long while, Mu Nianci asked slowly in a voice barely louder than a mosquito's buzz.
"It's your freedom to like whomever you want; it's none of anyone else's business. You can decide however you want."
At this point, Chu Yang paused slightly, "However, I think Guo Jing is a better match than Yang Kang. Even if you don't like Guo Jing, it's best not to choose Yang Kang."
Mu Nianci looked completely bewildered, not understanding what Chu Yang meant at all.
What does this have to do with Yang Kang?
Suddenly, Huang Rong's cough came from inside the carriage, interrupting their conversation.
Mu Nianci quickly sat up straight, her cheeks slightly flushed. She felt inexplicably sorry for Huang Rong and dared not say another word for the rest of the journey.
With the help of magic, the carriage traveled across the grassland as if it were flat ground, and arrived near Temujin's royal tent in a day and a night.
The three of them got off the carriage and found that a banquet was being held there, seemingly to entertain important guests.
"Xiao Chu, they're all dancing! I want to dance with them too."
"Forget it, or people might mistake you for a spy."
"It can't be that bad. I'm just a girl. What kind of spy would be like me?"
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"Stop fooling around, hurry up and find where Guo Jing's mother is."
While the two were arguing, they led Mu Nianci to search for Li Ping's yurt. All around them were Mongolians singing and dancing, most of them completely drunk.
Chu Yang caught several drunk Mongolians and used illusion magic to get them to reveal Li Ping's location.
However, just as they were about to go over, Chu Yang suddenly heard some Mongolians discussing Tantric Buddhism. After carefully investigating with his Observation Haki, he realized that the main characters of this banquet were actually Tantric Buddhism.
"What a coincidence! I thought it would take a long time to find it—"
Chu Yang was overjoyed and turned to Huang Rong, saying, "You take Miss Mu to find someone first, and I'll come find you later."
After saying that, he disappeared right before their eyes.
Huang Rong and Mu Nianci looked at each other, but they still couldn't get used to Chu Yang's "immortal methods".
Upon arriving at the center of the royal court, Chu Yang used his Observation Haki to quickly locate Temujin's yurt and heard him talking to a Tantric monk.
Chu Yang strolled over leisurely, and wherever he went, the soldiers were enveloped in illusions, standing still like puppets.
Lifting the curtain, Chu Yang saw Temujin sitting upright at the top, flanked by lamas dressed in crimson robes.
Temujin also saw Chu Yang dressed in Central Plains attire, paused for a moment, and immediately shouted, "Who goes there?"
Chu Yang ignored him, snapped his fingers, and then Temujin and the lamas stared blankly.
Chu Yang approached the Tantric lama and questioned him about the cultivation techniques of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu.
at the same time.
Huang Rong and Mu Nianci stood in front of Li Ping's yurt, and Mu Nianci gritted her teeth and hesitated to go in.
Upon seeing this, Huang Rong's lips curled into a wicked smile that vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold expression.
"Honestly, Sister Mu, do you like Xiao Chu?!"
Mu Nianci, who was already at a loss, was startled when Huang Rong exposed her secret, and she instinctively cried out.
"You're so nervous, you must like Xiao Chu. Sister Mu, stop pretending!" Huang Rong said irritably.
"Rong'er—Miss Huang, don't talk nonsense, it wasn't me, I didn't do it."
Mu Nianci's tongue seemed to be tied in knots, and she couldn't speak clearly. Her face was flushed red, and she felt a sense of shame, like being caught cheating by the wife.
Huang Rong wanted to continue attacking Mu Nianci's psychological defenses when a woman's voice suddenly came from inside the yurt.
"Who's outside?"
Li Ping's voice was a little excited; she hadn't heard anyone speak Mandarin in a long time.
Hearing Li Ping calling, Mu Nianci's face turned pale. Could it be that she was really going to be asked to go in and acknowledge her mother-in-law?
"Sister Mu, if you don't admit it, I'm going to take you inside to find your future mother-in-law!"
Huang Rong snorted coldly and threatened.
"Rong'er, I was wrong. I do indeed like Brother Chu—"
Mu Nianci's eyes reddened, and she began to cry softly in distress.
Just then, Li Ping lifted the curtain and saw two stunningly beautiful young girls standing at the door. She was immediately stunned. "Who are you?"
Huang Rong smiled sweetly, "Aunt Li, your daughter has come to see you!"
On the other side, Chu Yang was using illusion magic to extract the cultivation mantra of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill from the lama.
A strange fluctuation suddenly emanated from the air, abruptly interrupting his illusion, leaving Chu Yang bewildered.
The youngest of the lamas, dressed in a bright red robe, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Chu Yang in fluent Mandarin, asking, "Your methods are extraordinary, but perhaps a little unscrupulous."
Chu Yang looked at him curiously, "How did you break the spell?"
"How could I, a Buddhist practitioner, not see through such a mere illusion?" The young Tantric monk smiled and suddenly began chanting Buddhist mantras, the immense and righteous power instantly resonating throughout the yurt.
Chu Yang's eyes lit up, thinking to himself, "I thought it was a martial arts story, but the style has suddenly become fantastical. I wonder what level this cultivator is at?"
The young monk formed a mudra with one hand, a ball of Buddha light emanated from behind his head, and he pressed his hand forward, a single character shooting out from his palm, which expanded in the wind.
Chu Yang channeled his inner energy and unleashed several Vajra Palm techniques in succession. The giant handprint collided with the characters and was instantly annihilated.
The two are worlds apart.
"Mortal martial arts are no match for my esoteric Buddhist techniques!"
"Benefactor, lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot! Why don't you repent immediately?!"
The young monk had an indifferent expression and exuded an aura of majesty, giving one the illusion that the Buddha himself had descended to earth.
The enormous character "已" was about to press down on Chu Yang.
A dazzling bolt of lightning shot into the sky, shattering the golden, wordless object.
The young monk's pupils suddenly contracted; he sensed an extremely terrifying aura emanating from Chu Yang.
Looking at him again, the scholar before me had already changed into a child.
A golden haori draped over his body, and lightning coiled around him like ribbons. His eyes, especially those with constantly shifting tomoe, were something no ordinary person could possess.
The monk stared at Chu Yang in disbelief. He had originally thought that the other party was just a martial arts master who had cultivated some kind of demonic art, but he never expected him to be such an inhuman being.
"evildoer!"
The young monk exclaimed like a child.
Considering the source of the Tailed Beast Cloak's power, Chu Yang felt there was nothing wrong with what the other party said, and grinned, "Then please, Master, subdue this monster!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Yang flashed and appeared in front of the young monk, placing one hand on the monk's head, which was shrouded in Buddhist light.
"presumptuous!"
The young monk clasped his hands together, and behind him appeared a Buddha with radiant light, who clasped his hands in the same gesture.
The small yurt was no match for such a large-scale battle; it was swept away by the Buddha's palm and reduced to ashes.
Temujin and several lamas were unharmed and were protected by the Buddha's light emanating from the young monk, who then carried them to a distant place.
Chu Yang was trapped between two enormous hands, like a tiny fly.
"Your murderous aura is palpable; this humble monk will surely reform you today!"
The aura emanating from the young monk grew brighter and brighter.
Chu Yang showed no sign of panic, and a towering figure appeared behind him, slowly enveloping him.
The Buddha's palms were forced open by a terrifying force. The young monk looked closely and saw that the scholar's figure had disappeared, replaced by a huge monster with three heads and six arms.
Susanoo drew his bow and shot out an energy arrow that pierced straight through the head of the Buddha behind the young monk.
The vast Buddha light suddenly dimmed.
puff!
The young monk spat out blood, feeling as if his internal organs had been struck by a heavy blow, and the pain was so intense that he was about to faint.
Susanoo walked up to him, and after dissipating, Chu Yang's true form was revealed. He still reached out and placed his hand on the monk's head.
"Monk, will you still guide me to enlightenment?"
"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk's magical power is too weak to exorcise the demon, which is truly regrettable."
"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you for saying such a thing?"
"Monks have long since disregarded life and death."
"They're quite enlightened."
Chu Yang slapped the monk's forehead. He had just acquired the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill and also learned an unknown esoteric Buddhist technique during the battle.
Since you've already made a profit, why go to such lengths to kill them? They have no grudge against you, and besides, you were in the wrong first.
Through this, he also understood that illusions are only effective against those with lower levels of spiritual attainment, and are somewhat useless against determined practitioners like young monks.
The young monk waited for a long time but Chu Yang didn't send him to the Western Paradise to see the Great Sun Tathagata Buddha. When he opened his eyes, he found that the other party had disappeared.
"Isn't this the birth of a demon?"
The young monk was puzzled and murmured Amitabha, "There are such extraordinary people in the world."
The battle just now awakened many drunkards. Seeing the Buddha killed by the monster with an arrow, they knelt down in fear and prayed that the demon would not kill them.
As Chu Yang walked along, no one looked up at him, or rather, no one dared to look up.
They had a feeling that this scholar who came from the royal court was a demon god with three heads and six arms.
Although no one looked up, they continued to kneel and pray devoutly in the direction from which the footsteps came.
The two little devils were also stunned by the scene of the demon god fighting the Buddha. They tremblingly left Cheng Liping's yurt and were able to see the scene of countless herdsmen and soldiers kneeling and worshipping Chu Yang.
"Little Chu, you killed Buddha?"
Huang Rong's face turned deathly pale.
"It's not Buddha, it's just the appearance of a monk."
Chu Yang smiled and shook his head.
"Are you alright?"
Huang Rong, anxious and impatient, rushed forward to examine Chu Yang's body, touching and pinching him here and there, as if afraid he was missing something. "If you keep messing around like this, I'll sue you for indecent assault!"
Chu Yang slapped Huang Rong's hand impatiently. He was in a bad mood. What if something happened?
"Is Miss Mu really planning to roam the martial world alone?"
"Yes, Brother Chu, thank you for taking care of me during this time."
"You're welcome. Take care."
"Brother Chu—I've already explained this marriage proposal to Aunt Li, and I'll talk to my father about canceling it when I get back."
"Well, it's good that you have your own ideas; you don't need to explain them to me."
"Brother Chu, do you think we'll ever make noodles again?"
"If you're ever bored, you can come to the private school to find Huang Rong anytime. She'll definitely be happy to see you."
Standing in front of the carriage, Mu Nianci suddenly stopped talking and looked down at her toes, where ants crawled from the ground to the back of her feet.
The moon shines brightly, but few are there.
Chu Yang didn't know whether to say "three o'clock" as a farewell, so he turned to look at Huang Rong.
"Xiao Chu, you're really stingy. It's this late and you still haven't sent me a gift."
Huang Rong rolled her eyes and pulled a rag doll from her bosom, dressed up very similarly to Mu Nianci.
"Sister Mu, this is for you!"
Huang Rong handed the rag doll to Mu Nianci, who took it and examined it carefully, a smile appearing on her face.
Chu Yang scratched his head; he had never thought of giving Mu Nianci any Sanyao.
Mu Nianci stared at Chu Yang expectantly after receiving the gift.
"Let me give you a hairpin."
The branches twined around Chu Yang's palm, glowing with a soft green light, a beautiful sight in the dead of night, while countless fireflies hovered around Wan Shu.
A bright green wooden stick appeared in Chu Yang's hand, which he handed to Mu Nianci.
Mu Nianci took the hairpin, gently smoothed it, and looked at it with tenderness.
"Alright, Miss Mu, farewell!"
Chu Yang and Huang Rong boarded the carriage, and the little red horse snorted and slowly turned away.
Mu Nianci stood there blankly, waving her hands repeatedly, watching the carriage drive further and further away. Huang Rong, sitting on the carriage shaft, looked sullen. Chu Yang thought she was disappointed because of Mu Nianci's departure, so he explained, "Miss Mu is unwilling to return with us. She must have her own things to do. We must respect her choice."
Huang Rong shook her head. "She's not busy—"
Chu Yang had no idea what had happened between them and asked in confusion, "Did you two have a fight? You were fine just now—"
"Oh dear! It's not about arguing, you can't explain it to me anyway, so stop!" Huang Rong glared angrily at Chu Yang.
"What's wrong with you!" Chu Yang clicked his tongue. "If you've had a fight, then have a fight. You can make up next time. Or I can leave you here so you two can have a good chat and maybe even travel the world together. I can go back first—"
Before Chu Yang could finish speaking, Huang Rong suddenly slammed her forehead against his, causing her considerable pain and bringing tears to her eyes.
"This is the consequence of lacking martial ethics!"
Chu Yang smiled smugly.
Cheng was joking. While his body wasn't yet invulnerable to swords and spears or fire and water, it was certainly not something that could be bitten with teeth.
Huang Rong was furious. She bared her teeth and lunged at Chu Yang, biting him with her small tiger teeth gleaming coldly.
Chu Yang grabbed her chin and warned, "If you keep causing trouble, you'll break your teeth too."
The thought that her teeth might actually fall out of Chu Yang's flesh made Huang Rong immediately abandon the idea of biting him and glared angrily at Chu Yang.
"From now on, when Miss Mu is not around, you will be responsible for driving."
As Chu Yang spoke, he handed the reins to Huang Rong.
Although Huang Rong was out of breath, she obediently took the reins because she was afraid that Chu Yang would really leave her here.
However, after handing over the reins, Chu Yang didn't return to the carriage. Instead, he sat down and closed his eyes to rest. Gao Li kept nagging, "Don't be lazy, I'm watching you."
Strangely, Huang Rong stopped acting up and instead revealed a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
After the two left, Mu Nianci stayed at Li Ping's place for one night, and the next day she bid farewell and set off on her journey through the martial world alone.
Having followed her adoptive father Yang Tiexin through ten years of adventures in the martial world, Mu Nianci had learned everything she needed to, and she felt no fear.
In addition, she also learned the Nine Yin Manual from Chu Yang, and even though it wasn't the complete version, she made great progress in martial arts.
It would be absolutely impossible for any top expert from any of the major dynasties to defeat her in a one-on-one fight.
Unless a grandmaster intervenes.
This is also why Sanyao Chuyang readily agreed to let her travel alone.
Mu Nianci bid farewell to Li Ping and had just stepped out of the yurt when she saw a very young monk standing outside, seemingly having been waiting for a long time.
The young monk wore a plain white robe, his face was clean and his clothes were spotless, and he always had a kind smile on his face, giving him a kindness beyond his years.
The monk looked at her with a smile, and Mu Nianci asked softly, "Master, who are you?"
"This humble monk is Sangji Zhuole, a Tibetan Buddhist practitioner. In my youth, I used the Dharma name Yun Shen. You can call me that, Uncle Benefactor."
Dressed in a plain white monk's robe, Yun Shen nodded and smiled at Qiu Yi, his words and actions giving people a polite feeling.
"Greetings, Master Yun Shen. My name is Mu Nianci. I see you seem to be waiting for me. Is there something you need?"
Mu Nianci clasped her hands together and bowed respectfully.
"Excuse me, was that incredibly powerful expert from last night a friend of Miss Mu?"
This Master Yun Shen was the Tantric practitioner who fought against Chu Yang.
Upon hearing the monk mention Chu Yang, Mu Nianci immediately became wary, silently pressing her hand against the whip wrapped around her waist without uttering a word.
"Miss Mu, please rest assured. Last night, I was no match for that master in the battle of magic. He spared my life, which is why I am alive today and able to speak with you."
Master Yun Shen spoke of his crushing defeat without any hesitation, showing no resentment whatsoever.
Mu Nianci, realizing he had no intention of seeking revenge, asked with a hint of doubt, "Then why is Master seeking Brother Chu for the Three Treasures?"
"The Way of the Hair".
Master Yun Shen replied crisply and decisively.
As the most gifted practitioner of Tantric Buddhism, he entered the path through Buddhism and martial arts. He looks young, but he is already over a hundred years old. Today, his path has come to an end, and he has made no further progress.
Chu Yang's strength was something he had never experienced before; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a terrestrial immortal.
After his battle with Chu Yang, Master Yun Shen experienced a sudden enlightenment, and his bottleneck was somewhat relieved, which gave him the idea to ask Chu Yang for guidance.
Mu Nianci didn't understand the specific meaning of Hao Dao, but she could sense that the other party had been convinced by Chu Yang, so she no longer harbored any hostility towards him.
"Master Yun Shen is late. Brother Chu and the others left Cheng last night. I didn't travel with them and don't know where they went."
Mu Nianci said shyly.
"It is because this humble monk lacks the necessary karmic connections; I cannot blame the benefactor."
Yun Shen couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Seeing his state, Mu Nianci felt sorry for him and said softly, "I know where Brother Chu lives, but I don't know when he will be able to retire. If you don't mind, Master, I can tell you."
Yun Shen glanced at the kind-hearted girl, who was surrounded by a cloud of mortal dust, one of which connected to a small town in the Southern Song Dynasty.
This is the Buddhist supernatural power of Yun Shen Jueyan, who has cultivated for a hundred years—the power of knowing past lives.
Yun Shen's ability to see one's destiny is at a beginner level. He can briefly see a person's future, but under normal circumstances, he cannot see any specific things. It is very ethereal, like a dream.
The reason Mu Nianci was so clear-headed was because her fate was not related to Chu Yang.
"Miss Mu will be visiting that place again in the future. If Uncle Guo doesn't mind, may this humble monk travel with Miss Mu?"
The little red horse galloped across the grasslands for more than a month before Chu Yang and Huang Rong finally returned to the Ming Dynasty.
We've seen enough scenery, but we've also suffered quite a bit.
As she was about to leave, Huang Rong said she would never come back.
According to the plan, Chu Yang also needs to go to Wudang Mountain to have a go at Zhang Zhenren.
Through his battle with the Tantric monks, Chu Yang was certain that the Zhang Sanfeng of this world was definitely a cultivator.
Illusion techniques shouldn't work on Zhang Sanfeng; the best approach is to make him show his skills.
After entering a small border town, Chu Yang and Huang Rong found an inn to rest for a while. Just as they went up to the second floor to order food, they overheard the Yuan people discussing recent major events in the martial arts world.
In just over a month, the martial arts world has been in turmoil.
"You've all heard about the Ancient Tomb Sect incident a while back, right?"
"Rumor has it that the most extraordinary martial arts manual in the world, the Nine Yin Manual, is hidden in that small ancient tomb sect at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain!"
"A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime!"
"After the news spread like wildfire, many martial arts sects and masters went to Zhongnan Mountain to compete for the Nine Yin Manual."
"Their thinking is quite simple: if they can't afford to offend Wang Chongyang's Quanzhen Sect, surely they can at least offend the obscure Ancient Tomb Sect?"
"Therefore, the Ancient Tomb Sect suffered a great calamity. The sect was occupied, and the only two remaining disciples managed to escape with great difficulty thanks to the desperate fight of an old servant."
"Speaking of which, that old servant was also loyal and righteous. Even after being tortured in every way, he did not reveal the slightest whereabouts of his two disciples."
"Snapped!"
The porcelain bowl shattered on the ground, and Huang Rong looked at Chu Yang with fear and unease.
Chu Yang's face was grim. The Ancient Tomb Sect had always been aloof from worldly affairs and did not interact with outsiders. He never expected that news of the Nine Yin Manual would be leaked.
"Xiao Chu, those two are now..."
The thought that the adorable baby might suffer a terrible fate brought tears to Huang Rong's eyes, and her tears fell onto the table with a soft pattering sound.
"Don't cry yet, Mr. Yuan hasn't finished speaking."
Inside the hall, the diners stared nervously at the speaker, waiting for him to finish a sip of hot tea and let out a long sigh before they heard what he was saying next.
"What I am about to say are some unverified rumors. Take them with a grain of salt and don't take them seriously."
"It is said that after those two disciples of the Ancient Tomb Sect escaped from Ning, they came here for some unknown reason. They got caught up in the conflict between the Demonic Sect and the major sects and were kidnapped by the Demonic Sect and taken to Bright Peak."
"The grudge between Cheng Da and them is long-standing, and with this incident added to the mix, they might as well join forces to besiege Bright Peak this time."
As he was getting into the conversation about the Yuan people, a young man who looked like Yuan Sheng suddenly appeared before him, and his voice abruptly stopped.
Yuan Sheng cupped his hands and said, "This gentleman, Mr. Yuan, I would like to ask why those two disciples of the Ancient Tomb Sect ended up in the Ming Dynasty?"
The Yuan man scratched his head and chuckled, then hesitated for a moment before saying, "I heard they actually wanted to go to Mongolia, but they were intercepted by the Qiu Da faction halfway there."
Yuan Sheng closed his eyes, his face expressionless, and a chill spread throughout the hall.
Having traveled extensively, the Yuan man was quite knowledgeable, but he sensed that the scholar before him was not someone to be trifled with, so he silently took a few steps back, intending to quietly leave.
Just then, Yuan Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, smiled and cupped his hands towards the man who was speaking to him, then beckoned the girl who was traveling with him to leave.
The girl's face was filled with a fierce look.
After the two left, all the porcelain in the restaurant suddenly shattered!
Chu Yang returned to the horse stable and got out of the carriage, then instructed Huang Rong, "I'll go to Bright Peak first. You drive the carriage and follow me. Be careful."
Huang Rong nodded obediently.
After saying that, Chu Yang didn't bother to hide it anymore and soared into the sky, disappearing into the horizon.
Bright Peak is located on the border of the Ming Dynasty, built on a continuous mountain range. Due to the harsh geographical environment, it is basically untouched.
However, this time, the Cheng faction went to great lengths to besiege Bright Peak, causing quite a stir. Even from high above, Chu Yang could see the long, narrow crowd stretching for thousands of miles.
Following the direction of the crowd, Chu Yang quickly found the Bright Summit atop the mountains.
The battle appears to have been going on for some time.
Blood flowed like a river on the entire Bright Summit.
Perhaps because of some changes in the plot, Chu Yang didn't see the scene where Zhang Wuji fought against the six major sects alone.
Some of these are fierce battles between two armies.
Blood flows into a river.
Chu Yang stood in the void, watching these people fight indifferently. He didn't care about their lives or deaths; he only wanted to find Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou.
Soon, someone noticed Chu Yang's presence and instinctively shouted in surprise, "Look, there's someone in the sky!"
The man had barely finished shouting when he was slashed to the ground. Even as he died, his eyes were still fixed on the sky.
Everyone on Bright Summit was in a bloodthirsty frenzy; who cared about his "Three Ones"?
In the chaos, Chu Yang landed next to the unfortunate man, glanced down at him, and then crushed his throat with a single stomp, ending his agonizing struggle.
Chu Yang slowly moved forward through the blood-soaked ground. Those who wanted to kill him inexplicably fell into the blood-soaked ground and died.
No one noticed how Chu Yang killed people. It happened so slowly and unnoticed that so many people died that a vacuum appeared around him.
Chu Yang casually grabbed a Ming Cult disciple who was still breathing and asked, "Where are the two disciples from the Ancient Tomb Sect?"
The Ming Cult disciple did not answer, but instead spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
An invisible wave of air blocked the spittle. Chu Yang frowned and dragged the Ming Cult disciple into the illusion space. Cheng Shi Panhao, after knowing the answer, had a look of unease on his face.
This Ming Cult disciple was a subordinate of the Five Elements Flag Demon. In his memory, the Ming Cult did not kidnap Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu, but rescued them from the Qiu Da Sect.
Seeing the chaotic scene at Bright Peak and the disciples from the major sects, Chu Yang flew into a rage and unleashed his Conqueror's Haki with a roar.
An invisible wave rippled outwards, and apart from a few experts, most of the disciples of the six major sects and the Ming Cult members fell to the ground unconscious.
The remaining experts looked at Chu Yang in horror.