Chapter 2: Sword Hanging Between the Eyebrows

  When the three members of the Liang family arrived at Bai Zhang Ping, they saw people and horses coming and going, making a loud noise. The Pingzi was surrounded by mountains on three sides, with only one side being a dense forest of black pines, and a narrow dirt road that wound its way through the forest, filled with footprints of people and horses.

  Its noon, the three strokes have stopped, and the crowd has gathered around the wooden platform in the center of the field. The shouting voices havent stopped, because many are old friends who havent seen each other for a long time, and theyre hugging and embracing each other warmly.

  Liang Wenjing wore a bamboo hat, leaning against an old pine tree, feeling depressed and unhappy. He was annoyed by the incident at the inn, and originally wanted to leave immediately, but in the end he couldnt bear to part with his wife and children, so he reluctantly bought three straw hats nearby and had each of them wear one, not showing their true faces to others.

  The straw hat was too big, covering Liang Shaos small face, and he had to hold it up with his hand from time to time. He looked at it for a moment, then suddenly said, "This old man is quite spirited!" Liang Wenjing followed his pointing finger and saw an old man standing on the wooden platform, wearing a white robe with a dark blue landscape pattern on his chest, and a large eagle spreading its wings in the clouds. Liang Wenjing said, "This must be Yun Wan Cheng. The King of Carved Eyes, the name is not in vain." Xiao Yuleng snorted coldly and said, "Whats the point of saying that the name is not in vain? One sentence, people need clothes and horses need saddles. Another day, Ill make you a shirt like this, wear it and stand on the platform, hum, I guarantee it will be more spirited than this old man." Liang Wenjing turned to look at his wife, saw her smiling with curved eyebrows, and felt warmth in his heart, laughing and saying, "You dont often scold me, do you? Wearing whatever clothes, you always look like a country bumpkin."

  Xiao Yulian glared at him and said, "I told you to believe me, didnt I? I said youre a big fool, arent you?" Liang Wenjing smiled wryly and replied, "Of course not. You always scold me for being stupider than a donkey, dont you?" Xiao Yulian was about to get angry, but seeing her husbands playful smile, she spat out, "Great, this dead stupid guy can also talk in circles! But no matter how rustic and foolish you are, youre still better than that Cloud surname person. Do you remember? That day on the city wall, you were wearing armor and looked more spirited than anyone else..." As soon as she said this, Liang Wenjings face turned dark, and Xiao Yulian knew he didnt want to bring up old matters, so she smiled and stopped talking.

  For the past decade, the couple had been inseparable, loving each other dearly, but there was one thing they never brought up - the siege of that year. Xiao Yulian was momentarily excited and mentioned it carelessly, but Liang Wenjing thought of his late father and felt a pang of sadness in his heart. Suddenly, he heard Liang Xiao call out, "Dad, can we get closer? I cant see clearly from here." As soon as Liang Wenjing looked at him, he felt annoyed and scolded, "No way! Youre always causing trouble, whenever youre in a crowd, youll definitely stir up something!" Liang Xiao pouted, looking at Yulian with his big eyes, hoping to get help from her. Yulian smiled and leaned close to his ear, saying, "Good boy, your dad had enough of the fireworks today, I dont dare to provoke him either." Liang Xiao was extremely disappointed and felt puzzled, thinking, "Even mom is afraid of dad? Humph, this is even stranger than a rooster laying eggs."

  Liang Wanjing hesitated for a moment, then suddenly said: "Yu Ling, do you think I will hurt him?" Xiao Yuling said: "Hurt who?" Liang Wanjing said: "That young man surnamed Yun, I was in a hurry to escape and my hand was too heavy." Xiao Yuling said: "Youve already hit him, are you still afraid that old beggar will come looking for you to settle the score?" Liang Wanjing smiled and said: "I suppose you also noticed it?" Xiao Yuling said: "Only a fool wouldnt notice! However, I find it strange, why did Old Beggar suddenly change his name to Mr. Fengxiang?"

  Liang Wanjing said: "This is probably the pseudonym of Mr. Gaming Wind and Dust, among the phoenixes, the male is called Feng, the female is called Huang..."Xiao Yuling said: "Whats with the male and female, it should be Gong and Mu! Hmph, you mentioned it, I understand now, Feng is Gong, and when you split the character Xiang, it becomes Yang Yu two characters."She glared at Liang Wanjing and said resentfully, "In the past, he teased me so much, you were also an accomplice, both of you should be spanked on the butt."

  Liang Wenjing didnt want to, but she still held a grudge in her heart. She smiled wryly and said, "If you want to hit me, go ahead." Xiao Yulian said, "Fine, do you think Im joking?" She raised her hand to hit her, but when she saw Wenjing preparing to dodge, she withdrew her slender hand and smiled, "I dont want to hit you, your skin is thick and rough, it would hurt my hand." Liang Xiao watched coldly from the side, then suddenly interjected, "Mom isnt unwilling, she just cant bear to." Liang Wenjings face turned bright red. Xiao Yulian gritted her teeth and said, "You little rascal, you dont understand anything. I think youre the one whos itching for a beating." She lightly slapped Liang Xiao on the cheek. Liang Xiao giggled and said, "I am itchy, I am itchy!" She squirmed around in her arms. When Xiao Yulian saw someone looking over, she blushed and whispered, "Be good, or else I wont hold you." Liang Xiao was actually afraid that she would put her down, so she stood up straight and looked forward properly.

  Yun Wancheng stood on the platform, gazing down at the sea of people below, his chest burning with a fire: "People say that in these ten years, the Song Dynasty has grown accustomed to peaceful days, and peoples hearts are not as they used to be. But looking at this hundred-yard square, which one is like that?" He scanned the crowd, but did not see Jiang Fei or Yun Shu, his heart felt uneasy, and he looked up at the platform again, secretly worried: "The three old friends have not arrived for a long time, could something have happened on the way?"

  The white-haired old man on the left side saw through his thoughts and laughed: "Old eagle, the time has come, those who dont come wont be waited for. Haha, the old man cant bear it, wanting to drink four bowls of blood wine!" Yun Wancheng said: "Old brother, youre joking again, one bowl of blood wine is enough, whats the use of four bowls?" The white-haired old man laughed: "Its too boring to talk to you, old eagle! You think, how dare the three southern heavens be late? Should they be severely punished? If its a fight, people say the three southern heavens are invincible at full strength, with all three of them together, do you dare to fight them? If its a penalty drink, it would fall into their trap. So the old man drank their blood wine first, making them rush over but not getting a single drop."

  Yun Wancheng felt even more absurd, thinking that there was no reason for anyone to drink the blood wine on his behalf. He knew that this old man was garrulous and that his words should not be taken seriously, so he just smiled and swept his gaze over the crowd, waving his hands to quiet them down. The crowd calmed down, and Yun Wancheng spoke in a low voice: "Everyone has come from afar, and I, Yun, have failed to provide proper hospitality, which is truly shameful. But thinking back to the battle of Hezhou ten years ago, it was indeed an earth-shaking event! At that time, Huaian was enraged, and Tian Jiao left his seat in a huff. Unfortunately, Xian Wang passed away without anyone knowing what happened to him, and the Tartars took advantage of our courts weakness, sharpening their swords and horses, and plotting to invade the south again." When Xiao Yufeng heard this, she couldnt help but glance at Liang Wanjun, seeing that he was lowering his head in thought. She knew that her husband had been stirred up by these words again, and she let out a sigh, holding hands with him.

  Yun Wancheng continued, "This time the Tartars have been accumulating strength and waiting for an opportunity to strike. If they dont come, then so be it, but if they do, their momentum will be like thunder and lightning. We may be just commoners from the countryside, but we were born in Great Song, grew up in Great Song. I ask you all, can you bear to watch the Tartars destroy our cities, ruin our ancestral temples, trample our good fields, and slaughter our people?" His words were like a thunderclap, and the heroic warriors blood surged with excitement, shouting in unison: "We cannot!"

  "Good!" Yun Wan Cheng spat out this word, like a thunderbolt bursting forth, suddenly silencing the shouting on the scene. "Bring wine!" He waved his hand, and dozens of sturdy men with bare upper bodies carried in ten jars of fine wine, heavily placing them on the ground, spilling wine everywhere, filling the air with the fragrance of intoxicating liquor.

  Yun Wancheng waved his knife and cut off the middle finger of his left hand, dripping ten drops of fresh blood into ten jars. The heroes each followed suit, cutting their fingers and coming forward. At this moment, three horsemen suddenly rushed over, and Jing Fei quickly dismounted and rushed to the front of the platform. Yun Wanchengs eyebrows stood on end as he shouted, "Why are you late?" Jing Fei panicked and apologized, "Master, please forgive me, it was because something unexpected happened, and I arrived late." Yun Wancheng furrowed his brow, wanting to ask for details, but hesitated due to the crowd. Just then, the white-haired old man smiled and said, "Lets forget about it, things happen for a reason. Dont worry about it for now, Old Eagle. Ive known Jing Fei since he was young, and hes always been reliable in his words and actions!"

  Yun Wancheng smiled bitterly and said, "Old brother, dont spoil him. Now is still the time for an alliance, if we fight, even a slight delay will not mislead our military strategy?" The old man laughed and said, "Its just that your family rules are too strict, I couldnt bear to watch it. Fine, fine, you want to fight or kill, I wont interfere." He had a very high status, once he spoke, Yun Wancheng couldnt afford not to give him face, so he could only sigh and say, "Alright, Jing Fei, where is Yun Shu?" Jing Fei was shocked and said, "What? Little brother hasnt come back yet?"

  Yun Wancheng let out a loud humph, and Jing Fei was just about to speak up for Yun Shu when Yun Wancheng suddenly said: "If youre late, dont bother coming! If youre not here on time, I wont wait!"

  The blood oath has been completed, and the ten large vats of fine wine are overflowing with crimson liquid. Jing Fei leads the disciples of the Shenying Gate to scoop up the blood wine and distribute it among the crowd. Yun Wancheng, as the initiator, holds up his cup towards the sky and declares in a loud voice: "Today, at this place, I, Yun Wancheng, make a vow to Heaven, with my humble body, I will defend the Great Song, while people exist, the country exists, and when the country perishes, I perish!" He recites one sentence, and the crowd of heroes follows with one sentence, a thousand voices in unison, their momentum like a rainbow.

  The oath was sworn, and Cloud Wan Cheng said: "Now that the alliance is formed, we must elect a leader..." Before he could finish speaking, someone said: "I nominate Cloud Wan Cheng as the leader." The crowd immediately echoed in agreement. However, Cloud Wan Cheng waved his hand and said: "Brother Fangs virtue and prestige are renowned throughout Jiangnan, surpassing mine in both martial arts and reputation..." The white-haired old man rolled his eyes and shouted: "Slow down! When it comes to reputation, were evenly matched. But when it comes to martial arts, youre talking nonsense!" Cloud Wan Cheng shook his head and said: "Im not worthy of the position. Even if Brother Fang doesnt take it, there are still many capable people in the martial world." The white-haired old man sneered: "Are you referring to the South Heaven Three Eccentrics? Those three have always been unreliable, and this time theyre openly late, which has already chilled peoples hearts. If they become leaders, Ill be the first to disobey!" Cloud Wan Cheng shook his head again: "As the initiator, I cannot take the position for myself."

  Suddenly, someone shouted: "This is good, the two of you compete in martial arts to seize the commander, whoever is more powerful will be the leader." Someone sneered softly: "My great Song Dynasty is a country of etiquette. How can we learn from the Mongolian slaves and only rely on brute force?" The person in front shouted loudly: "We are all rough people who practice martial arts, why not compete in writing and painting instead of martial arts?" The crowd had been traveling in Jianghu for a long time, mostly good-natured people, heard this and laughed loudly: "Yes, lets have a martial arts competition to seize the commander."

  An old man with a white beard laughed and scolded: "You all go ahead, anyway I wont fall for it. If we win, well just pick up some hot potatoes, if we lose, well only lose face." Yun Wancheng heard the commotion on and off stage and couldnt help but worry: "This is such a mess, its really like childs play. How can this mob of people go to battle?"

  Xiao Yulian found it interesting and laughed, saying: "Stupid child, if were going to compete for the commanders position, why dont we also go up and try our luck... maybe we can become the alliance leader..." Before she finished speaking, suddenly there were four muffled sounds, fast and urgent, like a string of firecrackers exploding. Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw that four ancient pines as thick as a mans embrace had suddenly broken off at the roots. Then, the snapped pine trees seemed to be pulled by some great force, stacked up like a deck of cards, forming a two-meter-high wall of trees, blocking the muddy road in the forest.

  The crowd was shocked, and suddenly a black giant tiger appeared on the top of the tree wall, its two eyes gleaming like green ghostly flames. The tigers mouth held a person, hanging low, with no signs of life. A man in black clothes, as if dyed in ink, seemed to be growing out of the tigers back. He had deep-set eyes and a high nose, his face was white as paper, and his eight-shaped eyebrows were like two long swords, thick at one end and thin at the other, with a sharp and fierce momentum.

  Xiao Yuling saw this person, her smile stiffened. Liang Wenjing only felt that her palm had turned cold and asked in surprise: "Yuling, whats wrong with you?" But then he saw Xiao Yulings eyes were dazed, her lips trembling, yet she couldnt utter a single word.

  Hei Hu jumped down from the wall and walked slowly over to the stage, his presence causing the crowd to part and make way for him. When he reached the front of the stage, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, and the black-clad man leapt down to the ground, his eyes gleaming like two cold rays of electricity as they scanned the crowd.

  The old man with white hair and thick eyebrows gathered, put away his playful attitude, and laughed loudly: "Xiao Qianjue, how have you been?" Although Liang Wanjing had already guessed the identity of the visitor, he still felt a buzzing in his head when he heard the old man say it out loud, and his body felt a chill.

  Xiao Qianjues eyes rolled, and he coldly said: "Who are you?" The white-haired old man smiled and said: "Its me, Fang Lan. We met once at Tianzhu Mountain." Xiao Qianjue woodenly replied: "Tianzhu Mountain? Hmph, I dont remember." Fang Lans face turned red as he dryly chuckled twice.

  Liang Xiao was in Yuelings arms, and he only felt his mother trembling. He couldnt help but ask: "Mom, are you uncomfortable?" Xueying tightly bit her lip and shook her head slightly. Liang Xiao was puzzled: "This old man in black clothes came out, why did mom become unwell? That big black cat is so majestic, Ill think of a way to ride it later." He had never seen a tiger before, and when he saw the rare black tiger, he thought it was just a grown-up cat. Seeing Xueying riding the "cat" over, he was extremely envious in his heart, and his eyes were fixed on the black tiger, thinking about how to persuade Yueling to let him ride this "big cat".

  Jing Fei stared at the person being held by Hei Hu, and the more he looked, the more familiar it seemed. His heart suddenly racing, he couldnt help but call out: "Little brother?" The mans body shook, and in a hoarse voice, he replied: "Big brother..." His throat was dry, and it was unclear whether it was from shock or joy. As he spoke, his wound opened up again, and fresh blood flowed down from the corner of his forehead, dripping onto the ground. Jing Feis anger and surprise surged forth, and he took a step forward, but suddenly felt a tight grip on his shoulder. Yun Wan Cheng had grabbed hold of him and pulled him aside. His face was stern, and in a loud voice, he said: "Mr. Xiao has arrived, what brings you here?"

  Xiao Qians expression turned cold and stern, his eyes scanning the crowd. His eight-shaped eyebrows rose slightly as he bellowed: "Old beggar, get out here!" The sound was like thunder, shaking the snowy mountains, splitting heads and brains, causing everyones spirits to tremble.

  The scene fell silent, and everyone was bewildered, unsure what he meant by his sudden outburst. Xia Qianjue waited for a long time without anyone responding, growing impatient, and shouted again: "Xia Mouren is here! Old beggar, get out!" This shout was even more powerful, and the surrounding mountains echoed with waves of sound, as if countless voices were shouting: "Get out, get out..." The crowd only felt their ears ringing and chest tightness, feeling uncomfortable, when suddenly they heard a miserable cry. Turning around, they saw Han Zhen staring wide-eyed, with a line of fresh blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, his body jerking forward before collapsing to the ground. Luo Song rushed over in shock, checking his nose and mouth, only to find that he had stopped breathing. It turned out that Han Zhen had been injured by the dark-faced Taoist earlier, and when he suddenly heard Xia Qianjues thunderous shout, his internal injuries flared up, causing him to cough up blood and die.

  Xiao Qian didnt hear any response, his heart was anxious: "Ive made it clear that Im here with my troops, but that poor guy doesnt even show up? Hmph, could it be that hes becoming more and more cowardly?" After a brief calculation, his gaze turned to Yun Shus face, and he said coldly: "You little brat, are you stubborn? Fine, if you dont say where that person is, Ill stay here and kill whoever I see. If I see one, Ill kill one; if I see two, Ill kill a pair; Ill keep killing until theres no one left." Yun Shu gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, still not saying a word.

  Fang Lan stroked his whiskers and laughed, saying: "Xiao Lao Guai, your words are too arrogant. There are nearly a thousand people here, and you think you can kill them all by yourself?" Xiao Qian Yue let out a cold snort, and the black tiger lifted its head, delivering Yun Shu into his hands.

  Xiao Qian didnt say a word, but everyone understood his intention. They took action and Yun Shu was the first to lose his life. Yun Wanchengs fists clenched involuntarily, but he knew that at this time and place, he couldnt show weakness. He let out a cold laugh and was about to speak. Fang Lan, however, feared that he would say something harsh and cause both sides to become entrenched, so she hastily laughed: "Xiao, youre a master of the world, but using a mere child as a hostage isnt beneath you?"

  Xiao Qian cut him a glance, coldly smiled and said: "You old man are so garrulous, fine, Ill behead you first to offer sacrifice." Fang Lan saw the fierce light in his eyes, her heart skipped a beat. Xiao Qian cut slightly smiled, just about to raise his hand, when suddenly he heard from afar the sound of horse hooves on the yellow mud road, like the rhythm of a drumbeat. Xiao Qians mind stirred: "This person riding a horse also doesnt lose the rhythm, quite a master." His eight-shaped eyebrows rose, slanting his eyes to look over, only to hear a long laugh, a deep and powerful voice loudly reciting: "Beacons fire along the heavenly road, shallow grass hides the horses hooves." Before the words ended, another voice followed: "Fine rain hurts the old country, fallen red laughs at my foolishness."

  In the crowd, someone shouted: "Nan Tian San Qi!" The cry was filled with joy. Then a long laugh was heard, and in the flash of silver light, the four pine trees blocking the way were broken in half. Two fine horses, one in front of the other, burst out through the wall. The first person wore white clothes and rode a white horse, holding a two-meter-long spear with a rotten silver painting, his scarf and belt flying, his divine power awe-inspiring. Someone asked strangely: "Nan Tian San Qi, why have only two come?" Another person coldly smiled and said: "Two are enough, havent you heard? - Nan Tian San Qi, invincible under the age of 20..."

  Xiao Qians face revealed disappointment, and he let out a scornful snort. With one hand on his waist, he loudly shouted: "Nan Tian San Qi, Man San Man Si, all of you are nonsense!" The shout echoed far away, and the leading knight burst into laughter. His white horse accelerated to twice its original speed. Fang Lan saw that things were not going well and loudly called out: "Ji Luo Hong, dont be reckless!" Before he had even finished speaking, Ji Luo Hongs horse was already flying towards them, and in an instant, she arrived right before them. Her phoenix-like eyes gleamed with a fierce light as she laughed loudly: "Xiao old freak, your words are empty, take my spear!" She swung her spear in a circular motion, creating a whirlwind that made it hard for people within ten feet to breathe.

  Xiao Qians left hand held Yun Shu, gazing at the iron spear sweeping in. He remained still and silent. The crowd thought he couldnt withstand it, revealing joyful expressions, opening their mouths to shout, when suddenly a flash appeared before their eyes. Xiao Qians right hand had already grasped the spear handle, his eyes widening as he let out a loud cry: "Halt!" His body swayed slightly, his feet sinking half a foot into the ground.

  Ji Luo Hong felt an enormous force surge through the spear shaft, piercing his lungs and transmitting to the horse beneath him. In an instant, the sound of bones shattering echoed, Ji Luo Hongs wrists snapping simultaneously. His body flew like a shooting star, crashing into two ancient pines with a loud crackle, spewing blood that stained his snowy white robes crimson.

  The majestic horse galloped to within three feet of Xiao Qian, its four legs suddenly softening as it silently collapsed. Only then did the crowd erupt in cheers, but their joyful shouts transformed into thunderous gasps of shock.

  A clear whistle like the wind, and a second horse jumped up with a grayish figure. "Cicada Sword" Mo Xiuyans sleeves fluttered, his soft sword scattering into a sky full of sword rain. This "Peony Night Rain Sword" was his lifelong ultimate skill, floating and sprinkling, impossible to grasp.

  Old friend, one move defeated, Yun Wancheng was filled with grief and indignation. Seeing Mo Xiuyu take action, he couldnt help but shout: "Brother Mo, wait!" Just as he was about to jump up and stop him, he was pulled back by Fang Lan. Yun Wancheng exclaimed: "Old brother..." Fang Lans eyes were tinged with pain as he shook his head and said: "The three oddities of the Southern Sky, their martial arts may have lost, but they cannot lose in terms of character!" Yun Wancheng was taken aback, remembering the temperament of the three oddities - once they took action, they would never allow outsiders to intervene. He could only sigh and stand still.

  Xiao Qianjues feet were nailed to the ground, gazing at the sword rain floating in, and dancing with an iron spear. Everyone was shocked when they saw it. Ji Luohongs "Sky Splitting Spear" weighed over 60 pounds, but Xiao Qianjue used it to perform a sword technique, agile and light, no less than Mo Xiuyus Cicada Wing Sword. The principle of "one inch long, one inch strong" was fully demonstrated in his hands. In everyones eyes, the iron spear seemed like a cicadas sticky pole, and Mo Xiuyu was like a gray cicada dancing wildly on the pole head, repeatedly rushing to Xiao Qianjues front, snatching Yun Shu, all of which were forced back by Xiao Qianjue.

  After exchanging over ten moves, a series of clanging sounds rang out, and the "Cicada Wing Sword" was broken into four pieces. Xiao Qian let out a loud cry, and the tail of his halberd pierced Mo Xiuyus abdomen. Before anyone could shout in shock, Mo Xiuyu flew out, spear and all, and crashed into a nearby boulder. The scene fell silent, with everyone staring in stunned amazement, forgetting to breathe.

  Mo Xiuren swallowed a mouthful of blood, reached out and pulled out the spear, inserted it into the ground with his backhand, raised his thumb and smiled: "Xiao Lao Guai, you really have your skills!" He was defeated, yet he praised his opponent. Everyone was stunned, Xiao Qianxue coldly snorted, her eyes gazing blankly at the sky. Yun Shu heard this and felt a sharp pain in his chest, shouting loudly: "Mo Da Shu, Ji Bo Bo... I... I..." Before he could finish speaking, tears were already streaming down his face.

  Mo Xi Yu smiled faintly and said casually, "Foolish kid, do you still remember the swordsmanship I taught you?" As he spoke, a huge wound on his abdomen gushed out blood like a spring, dyeing the yellow soil in front of him purple. Yun Shu was caught off guard by Mo Xi Yus question, and after a moment of stunned silence, he choked back tears and said, "I remember everything, not a single move forgotten." He had always been fond of poetry, and so were Ji Luo Hong and Mo Xi Yu; the three of them would often recite together, getting along famously. Ji and Mo were both laid-back by nature and had never taken on any disciples in their lives, but they had passed on some martial arts skills to Yun Shu when they felt like it. Yun Shu thought back to the good times and saw that the two of them had suffered fatal injuries; his heart was torn apart with grief, and he wished he could die right there and then.

  Mo Xiuyu smiled slightly and said, "Silly kid, what are you crying about? In this life, who doesnt have a death to face? Ah, its a pity that Uncle Mo isnt capable enough to save you!" Ji Luohong sat leaning against the broken tree, heard this and laughed: "Mo Lao San, youre not dead yet?" Mo Xiuyu furrowed his brow: "You old drunkard arent dead, would I die first?" Ji Luohong laughed: "Since youre not dead, why are you talking about giving up?"

  Mo Xiuyu was taken aback, and laughed: "Youre right, as long as theres still a breath left, we can fight again." Ji Luohong praised: "Thats right, this is the words of a good man." He struggled to get up, took two steps forward, Mo Xiuyu saw him swaying unsteadily, and propped him up with his iron spear. Ji Luohong raised an eyebrow and shouted loudly: "Xiao Lao Guai, was Long Lao Da also injured by your hand?"

  Xiao Qianjue said coldly, "Did Dragon Enter the Sea?" Ji Luohong replied, "Exactly!" Xiao Qianjue said lightly, "He made a crazy remark at the Yellow Crane Tower, being rude to me. I exchanged three palms with him, and that little brat didnt fall over. His internal energy is still decent." Ji and Mo were shocked in their hearts. Dragon Enter the Sea was the leader of the Southern Sky Three Eccentrics, nicknamed "Gun Challenging Southeast". His gun skills were unparalleled in the world, and his palm strength was renowned as the best in the southeast. The three had originally agreed to meet at Yellow Crane Tower and head to Bai Zhang Ping together. But who knew that when Ji and Mo saw him yesterday, Dragon Enter the Sea was lying unconscious in front of the tower, apparently injured by Black Water martial arts. The two were late because they were taking care of his injuries. But hearing Xiao Qianjues words, it was really disheartening to know that Dragon Enter the Sea had only taken three palms from him. Unbeknownst to them, Xiao Qianjue looked down on the world, and these four words "his internal energy is still decent" were already extremely high praise.

  Ji Luohongs eyes fluttered slightly, and she turned to Mo Xiyu with a bitter smile: "Mo Lao San, can you move?" Mo Xiyu spat out: "What nonsense? Ill risk this old body to bring that foolish kid back." Ji Luohong smiled: "Good, also give Dragon Old Big a chance to clear his name."

  Two men limped forward, supporting each other with iron crutches, as they walked towards Xiao Qian Yue. The crowd of heroes couldnt help but reveal their sorrow and anger, their heads surging forward, and Jing Feis hair even stood on end. Just as he was about to take a step forward, Yun Wan Cheng reached out a hand to stop him, shouting "Dont go!" As he called out, his right fist was already clenched so tightly that it crackled with sound, his fingernails piercing the palm of his hand and fresh blood flowing out.

  Xiao Qian jue gazed at the two approaching, his eyes flashing, and nodded: "You must save this young Cloud?" Ji Luo Hong said: "Thats right!" Xiao Qian jue nodded slightly, and shouted loudly: "Good! Take him." He turned around and threw Yun Shu towards Yun Wan Cheng. Yun Wan Cheng suspected a trick, his horses hooves sank, and with both hands he caught his son, but felt no strength, and his heart was bewildered.

  The two of them were stunned for a moment, and then Ji Luohong sighed, "What a wonderful old man Xiao is!" Mo Xiuyu also sighed, "Todays defeat was so refreshing!" Ji Luohong shook her head, "Unfortunately, although it was refreshing, there was no wine." Mo Xiuyu burst out laughing, "Exactly! Such refreshment deserves a big toast!" The two of them chatted and laughed freely, not taking life or death, victory or defeat to heart.

  Fang Lang shouted: "Jing Fei!" Jing Fei understood, scooped up two bowls of blood wine, and presented them to the two men with a bow. The two men took the bowls and drank them dry, then smashed the bowls on the ground, facing each other in long laughter. Halfway through their laughter, they suddenly stopped, their corpses still leaning against the dense iron spears, standing proudly upright.

  Xiao Qian looked at the two with a hint of desolation in his eyebrows. He seemed arrogant, but was actually very cunning. First, he blocked the road to intimidate ordinary martial artists; then, he used Yun Shu as leverage, forcing many skilled fighters not to join forces and attack him together. After that, he relied on individual battles, killing each one separately, forcing Yun Shu to reveal the location of his enemy. Unexpectedly, Ji and Mo were so stubborn, making Xiao Qian feel a sense of admiration for them, so he released Yun Shu back, allowing the two to die with their eyes closed. As a result, the situation took an unexpected turn. Although Xiao Qian was formidable, he was alone, while the Southern Dynasty martial artists were numerous and powerful. The outcome of the battle was still uncertain.

  Xiao Yulian gritted her teeth, put Liang Xiao on the ground, and whispered: "Stupid!" Liang Wanjing asked: "What?" Xiao Yulian said: "If a fight breaks out, you take Xiaoer and leave first." Liang Wanjing was puzzled: "Why?" Xiao Yulians eyes reddened: "You stupid fool, he is my master after all. If hes surrounded, can I just watch and do nothing?" Liang Wanjing hastily said: "That wont do! Either we leave together or die together." Xiao Yulian angrily asked: "What about Xiaoer? What will you do with him?" Liang Wanjing was tongue-tied, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

  The couple looked at each other, their hearts in a mess. Liang Xiao saw his parents whispering to each other with their ears pressed together, and then they both had a mournful look on their faces, which made him feel strange. He stood on the ground and couldnt see what was going on, so he got anxious, squeezed through peoples legs for a while, and managed to get to the front row, where he stuck his head out to take a peek.

  Yun Wanchengs face turned iron-green as he opened the acupoints on Yun Shus body and reset his broken leg. Yun Shu felt guilty in his heart, stuttering: "Dad... I..." Yun Wancheng suddenly raised his hand and slapped him hard, shouting: "You good-for-nothing! Youve ruined two of my brothers with your worthless life." Yun Shu was stunned, standing there foolishly. Then he heard Yun Wancheng say again: "He kept asking you to confess, what do you actually know?" Yun Shus mouth twitched, unsure of what to say, thinking that if he revealed Mr. Fengxiangs whereabouts, it would be disloyal, but not answering his fathers questions would be unfilial.

  No one knows a child better than their father. Yun Wancheng saw his expression and had an epiphany in his heart, waving his hand and saying: "Its not right to speak, so lets not say it!" He turned around, took big strides forward, gently picked up Ji and Mo, and laid them flat on the ground. Thinking of the times when he brewed wine and sang songs with the two, discussed literature and martial arts, he couldnt help but get a little teary-eyed. Turning back, he composed himself, and loudly shouted: "Xiao Old Monster, Yun Mou is not talented, please teach me the Black Water Absolute Skill!"

  The crowd was furious, and they all shouted together. Luo Songgao yelled: "This old thief isnt invincible, we have thousands of bodies, cant we crush him?" The stone stirred up a thousand waves, Yun Wancheng couldnt stop it, the scene was chaotic, swords were drawn. Luo Song rushed forward first, but before he could attack, Xiao Qians sleeve fluttered, Luo Songs eyes went dull, and he stumbled out a few steps, his neck suddenly severed at the root, a human head rolled to Liang Xiaos feet. Liang Xiao jumped in fright, her mouth open, almost crying out loud.

  "Everyone use hidden projectiles!" Before the words were finished, a loud roar was heard, and Black Tiger pounced forward, cutting off his throat with one swipe. The crowd dispersed, and flying knives, darts, five-petaled stones, iron lotus seeds... were all grasped in their hands. Xiao Qianxue coldly laughed once, instantly sneaking into the crowd, raising his hand to slap someones head into a hole. He was surrounded by people, but they feared hurting their companions and didnt dare shoot hidden projectiles, allowing him and Black Tiger to roam freely, taking down seven or eight people in just one exchange.

  Xiao Yulian saw her master being surrounded, and was about to rush forward when she suddenly heard Liang Wenjing anxiously ask: "Wheres Xiaoer?" Xiao Yulian lowered her head, but there was no sign of her son anywhere. She was momentarily stunned and panicked, scanning the crowd with a glance. Liang Xiao was rolling around on the ground, covered in dust, but fortunately he was small and short, and everyone was busy fighting, so they hadnt noticed him yet. Xiao Yulian was so anxious that she began to cry, exclaiming: "Oh no, what should we do?!" Liang Wenjing furrowed his brow, flashed into the crowd, and opened up a path with his "Three-Step" technique, as if entering an empty space. In an instant, he rushed to Liang Xiaos side, scooped him up in one swift motion, and then retreated back out of the fray like a cloud drifting across the water.

  Xiao Qians eyes scanned the six roads, and with one glance, he spotted his target and was about to turn around and chase after him. Suddenly, a white shadow flashed by, and Yun Wancheng descended from mid-air, grabbing Xiao Qians arm. Xiao Qian flipped his palm over, and their claws clashed, sending Yun Wancheng tumbling backward, his face red as blood. Xiao Qian furrowed his brow, one hand on his waist, and shouted fiercely: "Good, all of you come here, Ill kill you quickly!" But unexpectedly, Yun Wancheng raised both arms horizontally and shouted loudly: "Stop!" The sound was like thunder. The group of heroes stopped their swords and knives in mid-air, feeling extremely astonished in their hearts.

  Xiao Qianjue was taken aback, and coldly laughed: "What?" Yun Wancheng scanned the group of heroes, and loudly said: "Using a crowd to bully one person is not the behavior of a good man! Todays matter is entirely on my shoulders, whoever intervenes will be considered an enemy of the Divine Eagle Sect." These words were spoken with great bravado, and the group of heroes momentum faltered, lowering their weapons. Xiao Qianjue coldly laughed again, but before he could speak, Fang Lang laughed and said: "Old vulture, do you think you can speak when I, the alliance leader, am here?" He chuckled and said: "Xiao Old Monster, come on, lets exchange a few blows." Yun Wancheng was taken aback, and said: "Old brother..."

  Fang Lang laughed and said, "As the leader of the alliance, I always take the lead in everything. If even I lose to Old Xiao, you guys are no match for him either. Everyone might as well disperse, hone their skills, and agree on a rematch. Old Xiao, will you accept? If not, then its said that a multitude of ants can kill an elephant, haha, well have no choice but to fight to the death with you!"

  Xiao Qian suddenly rose to the occasion, released Yun Shu, and never again made things difficult for him. With such a big killing spree, he killed his way to fame, making that rival aware of it. If that person had an old relationship with Yun Shu, they would definitely come looking for him. To kill ones way to fame, it was best to kill many skilled fighters. Having calculated this, he coldly said: "Fine, small insects and shrimp, killing them is boring..." The group of heroes were looked down upon by him, their hands on the hilts of their swords, their anger growing even more intense.

  Fang Lan was about to take action, but then he heard Yun Wancheng shouting: "Hold on! Fang brother, when did you become the alliance leader?" Fang Lans beard fluttered as he blew out a mouthful of air, his eyes wide with anger: "What kind of memory do you have? Didnt you ask me to be the alliance leader? How come now that Im the alliance leader, youre not listening?"

  Yun Wancheng smiled and said: "Im the one who started this, so its only right that I should be the leader of this alliance." Fang Lan snorted: "Youre still young, what can you do as the leader? Youre not even mature enough!" The crowd saw how the two had previously yielded to each other, but now they were fighting over the position of leader. Everyone was puzzled, except for a few clever ones who guessed Fang Lans true intentions. Xiao Qian had killed people from their own alliance without reason, and no one could swallow this. If everyone attacked him together, there would be many casualties. On the other hand, if they fought him one on one, none of them was his match. Fang Lan was a kind and chivalrous person, and when he saw Yun Wancheng taking charge, he couldnt bear to see him follow in Shuang Qis footsteps again. So he decided to put himself forward and temporarily resolve the situation, planning to find someone stronger to help him later. Yun Wancheng understood his thoughts, but naturally refused to agree.

  Xiao Qian saw that the two of them were not giving in to each other, and coldly laughed: "Alright then, you two can come at me together. I wont mind the extra." Fang Lan saw the fierce glint in his eye and laughed loudly: "Good! Old vulture, lets have a duel for the championship!" With that, he launched a move called "Whirlwind Shocking Clouds", with his left fist shaped like a dragon and his right palm shaped like a tiger. Yun Wancheng swiftly kicked off from the ground and leapt into mid-air. Just then, there was a loud cracking sound as the large flag behind him was blown into two pieces by the wind from Fang Lans palm. Yun Wancheng shouted "Good!" and swiped at Fang Lans shoulder with his claw. Fang Lan dodged this move called "Bald Eagles Exploratory Claw" and countered with a move called "Leisurely Clouds and Wild Cranes", striking upwards with both fists. For a moment, their fists and claws clashed, sending shockwaves in all directions.

  Both were the best of the Southern Martial Arts, at this moment they were evenly matched, using all their strength, like an eagle swooping down on an old rabbit, with a hundred brilliant moves. The crowd below watched in awe, cheering and shouting. The "Divine Eagle Sect" emphasized the importance of momentum, with overwhelming momentum, their moves were like the Yangtze River, unstoppable. Yun Wancheng had mastered the essence of the technique, standing tall and pressing down on his opponent, every move was a pressure, forcing Fang Lan to reveal an opening, and in a flash, his double claws pierced through like a shadowy spear.

  Fang Lan was suffocated by Yun Wanchengs palm, and he raised his hand to counterattack. The two palms collided, making a sound like wood and stone crashing into each other. With Yun Wanchengs body weight and claw strength combined, Fang Lan felt an overwhelming pressure, and the wooden board beneath him suddenly cracked open with a loud creak. Fang Lans feet sank deep into the hole, and he struggled to get out but couldnt. Suddenly, he heard Yun Wancheng whispering in his ear, "Old brother, Im sorry!" Before he could react, Yun Wancheng had already grabbed his Dazhui acupoint, rendering him immobile. Fang Lan cursed loudly at first, "Damn old...!", but the words turned into a sigh, "At my age, what are you still competing with me for?"

  Yun Wancheng remained silent, his gaze shifting as he shouted, "Jing Fei, listen to my orders!" Jing Fei emerged from the crowd and bowed down to Yun Wancheng. Yun Wancheng took out an iron-cast eagle token from his bosom and said in a deep voice, "From today on, you will be the ninth generation leader of the Divine Eagle Sect!" Jing Feis body shook, his eyes welling up with tears, but he did not accept the order. Yun Wancheng raised an eyebrow and sternly asked, "Do you want to disobey my orders?" Jing Fei gritted his teeth and accepted the iron eagle token, saying in a hoarse voice, "I swear as your disciple, I will never betray your teachings!" Yun Wancheng saw that he was decisive and quick, and secretly thought, "When it comes to being a great general, Fei Er is indeed better than Shu Er." He glanced around and saw the disciples of the Divine Eagle Sect kneeling down in a circle around him, wanting to cry but not daring to. Just as they were feeling sorrowful, Yun Shu suddenly shouted, "Xiao Qian jue, everyone can stop comparing now, I...Ill tell you where Mr. Feng Xiang is. Hes at...!"

  Yun Wanchengs face changed, and he kicked him over with one foot. "You coward!" he shouted. "He had been forcing you for a long time, why didnt you say anything?" Yun Shu was taken aback, hung his head in shame and said: "H-he is the archenemy of Mr. Feng Xiang, I couldnt betray my friend." Yun Wancheng nodded slightly and said in a low voice: "Thats right, remember this sentence well, dont forget it even when you die." Yun Shu felt ashamed and guilty upon hearing this, he nodded while tears streamed down from the corners of his eyes.

  Liang Wenjing brought Liang Xiao back, and Xiao Yulian immediately wrapped her arms around him, repeatedly asking: "Xiaoer, are you hurt? Are you hurt?" Liang Xiao tried his best to calm down his racing heart, smiling with a dusty face: "Im fine." Xiao Yulian scolded: "Fine your head! You child, dont you know how to be afraid?" Liang Xiaos face was still smiling, but cold sweat had already soaked through his inner clothes. He said carelessly: "Im not afraid at all!" Xiao Yulian was worried and said: "Master, the teacher has become suspicious, lets leave quickly!" Liang Wenjing kept his eyes on the arena, shaking his head and saying: "Since weve come, its best to see it through to the end." Xiao Yulian saw that he looked strange and felt even more uneasy.

  Liang Wanjing saw Xiao Qianyues ruthless behavior and felt a surge of righteous indignation, but he was held back by the presence of his wife and child. Just then, he heard Yun Wan Cheng bidding farewell to his beloved son, and suddenly remembered the scene when his own father had bid him farewell in Hezhou City. His blood boiled with rage, and he took a step forward. Xiao Yulian, however, was quick to react and grabbed hold of him, exclaiming, "What are you doing?" Liang Wanjing turned around to see his wifes frightened expression, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, and felt a pang in his chest, his heroic spirit diminished by half. He then looked at his son, who wore a bewildered look on his face, and suddenly found his legs frozen, unable to move forward again.

  Yun Wancheng took a deep look at Yun Shu, stepped forward, and clasped his hands together, saying: "Mr. Xiao, please!" Xiao Qianjue measured him with one glance, coldly saying: "Alright, for your audacity, Ill let you have three moves." Yun Wancheng smiled slightly, his voice clear and melodious, as he sprang into the air, his claws flashing like wind, descending towards Xiao Qianjue.

  Jing Feis spirit lifted, and he blurted out: "Eagle Soul Nine Great Styles!" Yun Shu hastily asked: "Big Brother Master, what is Eagle Soul Nine Great Styles?" Jing Fei said: "Its the ultimate technique of our Divine Eagle Sect, your internal energy isnt sufficient, you havent learned it yet." His expression was solemn, and he slowly said: "This is the first move Falling Goose Style."

  Yun Shus eyes were fixed on the scene, as Yun Wan Cheng either grasped or slapped with his paws, his claw technique hidden within his palm method. One move had not finished before another began, dense and continuous, emerging from thin air like an eagle flapping its wings, striking the vast sky. However, Xiao Qian Jue only coldly stared at the incoming paws, taking a step to the left, then to the right, seeming to advance yet retreat, merely creating illusions in front of Yun Wan Chengs paws. The crowd watched with bated breath, some people unable to help but whisper: "A ghost is seen in broad daylight!" Xiao Yu Ling heard this and said softly: "Foolish child, this is Masters realm - a phantom illusion, transforming shapes in the daytime..." Wen Jing nodded and said: "Indeed, it is the great elephant has no form." Thinking of this, he couldnt help but worry about Yun Wan Cheng.

  Yun Wanchengs feet didnt touch the ground, and with one breath, he burst out over ten zhang. He didnt even graze a corner of Xiao Qianjues clothes, but only felt his chest tight and his breathing hurried, blood rushing to his face. Uncontrollably, he let out a loud shout, stomped his foot, and turned around, using the "Plucking Stars Style". His hands wildly grasped at the air, making a whooshing sound with every movement. Xiao Qianjue circled around him, turning several times, and Yun Wanchengs eyes saw three to five illusions of Xiao Qianjue. Hastily collecting his thoughts, he changed his stance again, as agile as a fish eagle playing in the waves. This "Sinking Fish Style" had its power concentrated at his fingertips, attacking while defending, adapting to changing circumstances.

  Xiao Qians face turned cold as he sneered, saying "Three moves are done!" His hands emerged from his sleeves. Fang Lan watched anxiously and loudly shouted: "Old Bird, be careful!"

  Yun Wanchengs heart skipped a beat, he focused his attention and gazed intently. Xiao Qianjues hands were pale and moved swiftly, transforming rapidly, initially like a white lotus blooming, instantly turning into a sea of flowers. Yun Wancheng felt comfortable watching this, his lifelong heroic spirit stirred, he opened his mouth and shouted, his claws changing continuously, "Qī Yán Shì" (Resting on the Rock Style), "Chōng Xiāo Shì" (Rushing to the Sky Style), " Chuān Lín Shì" (Penetrating the Forest Style), "Zhuō Yuè Shì" (Grasping the Moon Style), "Tōu Tiān Shì" (Stealing Heaven Style). He pounced, grabbed and jumped about, leaping as if flying. Xiao Qianjue however remained leisurely as before, his movements completely devoid of any fierce energy. The two men suddenly advanced and retreated, their moves reaching a state of perfect subtlety, the crowd burst into cheers and applause.

  Liang Xiao was shocked to see the black-clad man use the "Like-minded Phantom Hand". He had long learned this move, and with his mastery of the Xiao Qian Jue, he could execute it with ease. Every move was clear and logical, and Liang Xiao couldnt help but feel a thrill of excitement. Having practiced martial arts without ever using them in real combat, he felt a rush of emotions seeing someone use their familys techniques to fight for their life. He imagined himself in the shoes of his ancestor, wondering how he would exchange blows with Yun Wan Cheng and emerge victorious. Just as he was getting lost in thought, Liang Wen Jing let out a sigh and said, "Yun Wan Cheng has lost!"

  Xiaos heart was not convinced, pouting and saying: "Not necessarily, I think the black-clad man is at a disadvantage..." At this time, Yun Wancheng had arrived at the final move of the "Eagle Soul Nine Great Styles", the "Change Day Style". With his claws inwardly grasping, he was about to rapidly spit out, when suddenly he heard Xiao Qianjue coldly laugh and say: "What Eagle Soul Nine Styles? I think its more like Mother Chicken Nine Moves!" He also assumed the stance of the "Change Day Style", with both hands forming claws, and swiped at Yun Wanchengs face. The two mens fingers intertwined, making a series of cracking sounds, and Yun Wancheng felt an intense pain in his heart, as his ten fingers were broken one after another. Xiao Qianjue then withdrew his left hand, and lightly raised it upwards, causing Yun Wancheng to cry out "Ah!" as he continuously retreated backwards, until he finally came to a stop. At that moment, two fine lines of blood flowed from his eyes.

  Liang Wenjings heart was filled with a sense of foreboding, and he closed his eyes, unable to bear looking again. Unexpectedly, Liang Xiao shouted loudly: "What a Challenging Character Technique!" Everyone was holding their breath, watching the battle, and the scene was quiet, but this childs voice was exceptionally clear. Others did not understand its meaning, but Xiao Qian jue understood it extremely well. The move that had blinded Yun Wanchengs eyes was actually the "Challenging Character Technique" from the "As You Wish Magic Hand". He couldnt help but feel a chill in his heart and turned to look back.

  Xiao Yulian was so frightened that her soul seemed to have left her body, and she flashed behind her husbands back, trembling all over. She usually didnt believe in ghosts or gods, but now she couldnt help but pray for divine protection, hoping that the master wouldnt see her. Liang Xiao couldnt see what was happening on the scene, and just as he was about to scold, Xiao Yulian had already stretched out her hand to cover his small mouth. Liang Wenjing was also at a loss, and the two of them stood back-to-back, feeling each others heartbeat accelerating, with sweat dripping down their backs.

  Xiao Qianjue glanced at him briefly, then withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked away. Yun Wanchengs eyes were bleeding profusely, he listened carefully with his ear to the side, and couldnt help but say in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Qianjue, why didnt you kill me?" Xiao Qianjue didnt turn back, coldly saying: "Youre called Tianyan Diao Wang, I crippled one of your claws, blinded both of your wings, what can you do now?" He stepped off the ground and transformed into a large black butterfly, with the Black Tiger following closely behind, the man and tiger disappeared at the end of the road.

  Yun Wancheng stood there for a moment, suddenly letting out a mournful laugh. Yun Shus heart sank, and he supported him with a sad voice saying: "Dont move, Ill call the doctor." He turned around and shouted loudly, "Who has golden wound medicine? Who has golden wound medicine?" The crowd was still in shock, and they all went to search for the medicine. At this time, suddenly there was a loud thud, Yun Shus heart tightened, and when he turned his head to look, Yun Wanchengs skull had burst open, with fresh blood splashing everywhere. It turned out that he had a strong temperament and couldnt bear the humiliation of losing his finger and going blind. Taking advantage of Yun Shu turning around to ask for medicine, he smashed his own skull with his palm. The crowd saw this scene and were all shocked into stupidity.

  Yun Shu was stunned, hugging his father and wailing in grief. Jing Fei placed a hand on his shoulder, tears streaming down his face, wanting to offer some words of comfort but unsure where to begin. Fang Lans seal had been released, and he stood up, his face deathly pale. Suddenly, he strode forward, grabbed Yun Shu, and shouted, "What are you crying about? Do you want to cry until youre dead like Xiao Qian?" He glared at Jing Fei, "And you too! From now on, youll be the leader of a sect. You should be sleeping on brushwood and tasting gall, practicing your martial arts diligently to avenge your master!" Normally affable, Fang Lans severe expression was intimidating. Jing Fei was taken aback, wiping away his tears and gritting his teeth, "I understand, senior!" Yun Shu clenched his fists, making cracking sounds, but then began crying again, "Dad couldnt defeat that powerful demon lord; how can we?" His words made Jing Fei feel disheartened as well.

  Fang Lan shook his head and said, "Thats not necessarily true. Lao Jiuers kung fu is not bad, but it cant be considered top-notch." Yun and Jing heard this and both felt discontented, but thinking of Xiao Qian Yues martial arts skills, they felt extremely disheartened.

  Fang Lang looked at them and said, "You two, have you heard of Ling Kong Yī Yuè, Wàn Gǔ Yún Xiāo?" Jing Fei was very familiar with the anecdotes of the martial arts world, and upon hearing this, he said: "Fang senior, are you referring to Qióng Rú Gōng Yang Yuè? Ive heard that his martial skills were extremely high, but his personality was eccentric and difficult to get close to..."

  Fang Lan nodded and said, "Gong Yangyu is indeed eccentric, but hes also the arch-nemesis of Xiao Lao Guai. Finding him might be useful..." Jing Fei furrowed his brow slightly, thinking that this was too far-fetched. Not to mention Gong Yangyus unpredictable movements, what could they do even if they found him? Their masters revenge would have to rely on someone else, making the disciples of Shenying Gate seem incompetent.

  Just as he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard Yun Shu muttering, "Mr. Fengxiang, Mr. Fengxiang..." His voice trembled slightly. Jing Fei looked at him, worried that he had become grief-stricken to the point of madness, and sighed, "Yun Shidi, its better to hold back your sorrow..."

  Unexpectedly, Yun Shu suddenly turned around, limping as he ran towards a horse, mounted it, and galloped northward. Fang Lan and Jing Fei saw this and shouted in unison, "Yun Shu, where are you going?" Yun Shu didnt look back, whipping the horse into a frenzy as he disappeared into the distance in an instant.