[Wuxia] The Soul of a Great Hero (Complete) - 8

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[Chapter

Ten ] Only Now Do I Realize the Dangers of the Martial World
Hua Yunlong returned to Luoyang around noon. The Gaosheng Pavilion Inn, which also served food and drink, was bustling with activity as people came and went. Upon seeing Hua Yunlong return, the innkeeper rushed to greet him, took the reins, and said with a smile, "When did you leave, young master? We didn't see you get up, so we didn't dare call out. Later, we realized the horse was missing, opened the door, and found the bedding untouched and the bundle still there. Everyone was quite suspicious..." Hua Yunlong, feeling dejected, had no time to reply. He gave a cold snort, dismounted, and strode confidently into the inn.
The shop assistant handed the horse to another man and caught up, saying, "Brothels and brothels certainly have no shortage of beautiful women, but they're always considered vulgar and low-class. If I had known you, young master, also had a taste for such things, you should have reminded me. I, Zhu Xiaoqi..." He assumed Hua Yunlong hadn't returned all night because he was out seeking pleasure, so he volunteered to do this business. At this point, he noticed Hua Yunlong's disheveled clothes, torn in the front and back, and was slightly taken aback.
He exclaimed in surprise, "Eh, young master, why are you in such a sorry state?" Hua Yunlong, annoyed by his incessant chatter, snapped, "Shut up!"
Then, his tone changed, and he asked, "Did anyone look for me last night?"
The shop assistant, startled by his outburst, bowed and repeatedly said, "No, no."
Hua Yunlong laughed and said, "Then stop nagging. Go prepare some food and drink and bring it to your room." Seeing his displeasure, the shop assistant quickly agreed and turned to leave.
After taking a bath, Hua Yunlong sat alone in his room, drinking alone and reflecting on the events of the previous night. His first thought was of Madam You. She was exceptionally beautiful, though her martial arts skills were mediocre. She claimed to be Sima Changqing's concubine, a fact beyond doubt given her familiarity with Sima Qiong's actions. Yet, she had dared to ambush him and plant poison in the coffin—a trap set early on by the mastermind.
Sima Changqing, nicknamed "Nine Lives Swordsman," possessed unparalleled martial arts skills, but his profound experience and knowledge far surpassed that of ordinary people. Ordinary tricks and schemes could not escape his notice. Yet Madam You had remained undetected for years; the depth of her cunning sent chills down Hua Yunlong's spine. The depth of Lady You's cunning was indeed terrifying. The mastermind had chosen her, had her frequently offered herself to him, and kept her hidden for years before finally striking to take lives. Such a long-term scheme could only be devised by someone with unwavering resolve and ruthlessness.
Thinking of this, Hua Yunlong felt a cold sweat break out on his back, his heart pounding. He deeply felt that the road ahead was fraught with thorns, and completing his mission would be far from easy. But what could he do? Sima Changqing and his grandfather, Hua Yuanxu, were sworn brothers, as close as blood brothers. He, Hua, came from a family of loyalty and righteousness; even without his family's lives, he would not retreat in the face of danger.
He picked up his wine cup, took a swig, and then his thoughts shifted to the young woman in black and her servant. According to the young woman, the mastermind behind the murder of his Uncle Sima was a young man surnamed Qiu, a minor leader of the "Xuanming Sect," and Lady You was Qiu's subordinate. He thought it was highly improbable.
First: Since the man surnamed Qiu is called "Young Master," he must be quite young. It's hard to believe that he sent Lady You to infiltrate Sima Changqing's inner circle several years ago. Second: When he left home, his father and grandfather both explicitly stated that "Lady Yuding" was the mastermind behind the massacre. Therefore, he secretly pondered: the leader of the "Xuanming Sect" might be "Lady Yuding," and Lady You must have been sent by her. The young master surnamed Qiu was at most acting on orders or supervising the execution of the murder.
The key to his deduction lies in "Hei'er," the pet raised by Lady You. As far as he knew, his Uncle Sima and his wife were murdered in their sleep, with wounds on their throats, seemingly killed by wild animals. Although "Hei'er" was a black cat, it possessed sharp claws and teeth, moved swiftly, and was skilled in combat. You Shi, being both a spy sent by the mastermind years earlier and Hei'er's owner, had already convinced him that Hei'er was the murderer and You Shi was the one who "sent the beast to commit the crime."
Hua Yunlong, a dashing and melancholic man, couldn't bear to see a beautiful young woman with a tragic past, harboring a hidden resentment. The girl in black, lurking in the mourning hall, seemed to be investigating the secrets of the "Xuanming Sect," yet also seemed connected to him. He remembered Xue Niang saying, "Kill this boy, and the master's life will be saved." This indicated that the girl in black's father was in danger, and her background must be extremely pitiful.
Hua Yunlong, exceptionally intelligent, quickly deduced that the girl in black's words were not without reason. The girl in black had said, "I believe a great upheaval is brewing in the martial world, and Sima Changqing is the first to be affected. He's merely a scapegoat, a scapegoat for someone else."
These words coincided with his mother's instructions, leading him to suspect that Xue Niang had poisoned his tea, determined to kill him. The reasoning behind this was that the girl in black was being coerced, not just against Hua Yunlong, but against all members of the Hua family. To put it bluntly, the girl in black's father was imprisoned and in mortal danger; she and her servants were enemies of the Hua family, forced into it.
Thinking this way, he unconsciously took the girl's words as an implication, and a feeling of sympathy arose within him. He secretly decided to help her, investigate the truth, and rescue her father. Because he interpreted the girl's words as an implication, he also realized that a hidden enemy was targeting the Hua family, making the situation much more serious.
A surge of impulse welled up within him, a desire to return to northern Shanxi and recount the events to his family. But then he pondered: Since his grandmother has entrusted me with the responsibility of apprehending the murderer, how can I return before the killer is caught? He smiled slightly, then raised his cup, as if the matter were settled. So, he took his sword, donned a brocade robe, and, fanning himself with a folding fan, leisurely strolled out of his room. He gave a few instructions to the shopkeeper and then went off to stroll through the streets.
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To say he went shopping wasn't entirely true. He had a plan in mind: he hoped to bump into the young master surnamed Qiu in Luoyang, and if possible, he also hoped to see the girl in black again. However, the girl in black had nowhere to stay, and he didn't know her name. He had never met the young master surnamed Qiu before, and didn't even know what he looked like. To happen to bump into him was like finding
a needle in a haystack—no easy feat. The sun was setting, night was falling, and the city of Luoyang was already ablaze with lights, yet he still hadn't found anything, his efforts futile. Just then, as he was walking back from East Street, passing the gate of the Sima family, a thought suddenly struck him. He thought to himself: "Uncle Sima has been murdered for many days, yet his coffin remains at home, unable to be properly buried. This not only disturbs the peace of the deceased but also makes him a target for the enemy, luring his accomplices to their deaths. Why don't I temporarily place the coffin somewhere and later ask Aunt Qiong to come and rebury it?"
Thinking it, he immediately acted. Seeing that no one was around, he stopped, jumped over the courtyard wall, and ran towards the mourning hall. He already had a plan in mind: to temporarily place the coffins of Sima Changqing and his wife in the thatched hut that had been burned down the previous night. The hut had recently burned down, located in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by waist-high vines, both secluded and inconspicuous. Temporarily placing the coffins there wouldn't be a problem if no one discovered it; it seemed quite suitable.
Unexpectedly, when Hua Yunlong rushed to the mourning hall, he looked around and gasped in shock, his eyes wide with horror, instantly frozen in place. The mourning hall was draped with white curtains, the altar was still there, the candlesticks and lamps on it were untouched, but the two coffins were nowhere to be seen. Only half a day had passed, and the only surviving member of the Sima family was far away at "Luoxia Manor" in Yunzhong Mountain. It was highly unlikely that someone had collected the coffins of Sima Changqing and his wife, but the coffins had undeniably vanished.
After a long pause, Hua Yunlong pursed his lips and coldly snorted, "Deceitful tricks, trying to fool me..." Before he could finish speaking, his eyes flashed like lightning as he searched his surroundings. His intention was clear: he was convinced that the removal of the coffin must have been the work of the enemy, and he wanted to thoroughly search the area to see if there were any clues to follow.
However, to Hua Yunlong's great disappointment, the person who moved the coffins was meticulous. Aside from a slight disturbance of dust around the altar and beside the coffins, they left no trace whatsoever, which secretly shocked him. The mourning hall was a large hall, over five zhang long and wide, and because it had been deserted for a long time, the ground was covered in dust. The two coffins were quite large and heavy, making their movement difficult and cumbersome. The person who moved them not only did so but also left no trace. Their meticulousness aside, their skill in light footwork and strength were already comparable to that of a first-rate expert.
Who was this person? Shocked, Hua Yunlong pondered: "Leaving the coffins here could lure people in, but what was their intention in moving them?" He was neither impulsive nor cowardly. He inherited the essence of his parents' blood and the nurturing of Lady Wen. Beneath his dashing appearance lay an unwavering perseverance. Though hot-blooded and sometimes impulsive, he always faced difficulties head-on, without hesitation. His thoughts raced, yielding no results. Then, his handsome brows furrowed, he pursed his lips, and abruptly strode towards the small door behind the white curtain.
Suddenly, a cold laugh echoed behind him. Someone disdainfully said, "Hua boy, you think you can leave?" Hua Yunlong remained unfazed, ignoring the noise, and continued walking forward.
Suddenly, a flash of white light, a sword aura, and a fine steel longsword pierced his back. Hua Yunlong spun around, casually waving his folding fan, and laughed loudly, "Haha, your skills are still a little lacking." A "clang" rang out as the fan struck the sword tip.
The paper-covered, bamboo-ribbed folding fan struck the longsword, leaving the fan unharmed, while the sword was knocked back two feet. Had the attacker not retreated, the sword would almost have flown out of his hand. The attacker was slightly taken aback, still unwilling to give up, and brandished his sword, ready to strike again. Suddenly, a stern voice boomed, "Step back! Don't be agitated!"
Hua Yunlong snapped open his folding fan, shook it a few times, and laughed loudly, "Friends aren't that much better. Whether you're agitated or not, it's all the same."
The stern voice coldly replied, "Putting your words on your face doesn't make you a hero. Your skill lies in leaving safely tonight."
Hua Yunlong then smiled, slowly turned around, and asked casually, "Your surname is Qiu, isn't it?"
The man stood inside a small door at the back of the hall. Outside the door was a passageway, dimly lit, making it impossible to see his face. However, he was clearly startled, then burst into loud laughter, arrogantly saying, "The Hua family's disciples are indeed formidable. It's a pity you've walked into this trap; you won't live much longer." He paused slightly, then suddenly said sternly, "Light the torches! Let him die knowing why!" The torches blazed, instantly illuminating the hall.
Hua Yunlong looked around and saw eight burly men in purple robes, each standing about two zhang apart, in a circle. Each man held a torch high in his left hand and a long sword to the ground in his right. Their eyes were gleaming, and they were all strong and robust, over thirty years old. Clearly, they all had a solid foundation in martial arts and were no ordinary people. Looking at the person standing inside the gate, he was around twenty years old, wearing a light blue brocade outfit, a short cloak of the same color over his shoulders, an ancient sword at his waist, and thin boots on his feet—the attire of a martial arts performer.
He had thick eyebrows that looked fierce, a ruthless gaze, a square face with sharp cheeks, and a slanted mouth. His arrogant and domineering appearance seemed to be born with hatred. If his surname were Qiu (仇, meaning hatred), it would be fitting. Hua Yunlong, having assessed the situation, remained nonchalant, cupping his folding fan and smiling, "Young Master Qiu, how did you know I would come to your trap?"
The young master Qiu coldly replied, "Whether you come or not is entirely up to you, and you are here in this hall now."
Hua Yunlong nodded, saying, "I have never met you before, yet you seem determined to kill me. What is the reason for this? Can you explain?"
Young Master Qiu's thick eyebrows twitched, and he coldly snorted, "You know perfectly well what you mean."
Hua Yunlong grunted, "So you really are a subordinate of the Xuanming Sect?"
Young Master Qiu was startled, secretly thinking, "This kid is indeed quite capable; he seems to know all my secrets." While thinking this, he coldly said, "Our sect is about to dominate the Central Plains and unify the martial world; there is no need to hide anything from you." Hua Yunlong was secretly surprised, but outwardly remained calm, saying, "
So, the blood feud of the master here should be sought from you, young master?"
Young Master Qiu arrogantly replied, "That's right, I am the mastermind. If you want revenge, come to me."
Hua Yunlong said, "You naturally have a share in the revenge; I'm afraid you're not the mastermind."
Young Master Qiu's eyes sharpened, and he shouted, "You scoundrel, how dare you look down on me?"
Hua Yunlong smiled slightly and said, "That's the truth; how can you claim to be a hero?"
Young Master Qiu was greatly angered and shouted angrily, "Speak the facts!"
Hua Yunlong calmly said, "Since you are a subordinate of the 'Xuanming Sect,' your sect leader is the real mastermind."
Young Master Qiu was stunned, and said indignantly, "I am the sect leader's chief disciple. This bloodshed was planned and executed by me. What do you mean by rambling on and on, trying to pin the blame on my master?"
Hua Yunlong chuckled inwardly, thinking, "This man is all talk and no action, a brave but reckless fellow. This is a perfect opportunity to learn the truth." With that thought, he immediately clasped his hands in a deep bow and asked with a smile, "What is your name, young master?" Young
Master Qiu coldly replied, "Qiu Hua."
Hua Yunlong was startled, thinking, "Qiu Hua? That means he hates our Hua family." Before he could finish his thought, he laughed loudly, "I've heard so much about you! And your master?" Young Master
Qiu arrogantly replied, "My master is..."
Suddenly, a burly man in purple robes said urgently, "Young master, be careful what you say." Qiu Hua, sensing the danger, immediately stopped speaking, his eyes widening as he stared intently at Hua Yunlong's face.
Hua Yunlong laughed heartily and said, "If you've violated the rules, then it's best not to speak." Qiu Hua opened his mouth as if to speak, but due to the gravity of the matter, he ultimately refrained from revealing his master's name. Hua Yunlong, seeing this, knew that provocation was useless, and immediately changed the subject, saying, "May I ask, young master, did you move Master Sima's coffin?"
Qiu Hua's expression remained indifferent, and he sneered, saying, "So what if I did? So what if I didn't?"
Hua Yunlong was quite surprised, his brows furrowing as he thought, "Strange? This man seems guileless; why would he answer like this? Could it be that he didn't move Master Sima's coffin?" Before his doubts could subside, Qiu Hua continued, "I almost fell for your trick. I will no longer answer your questions. Don't bother frowning and making any rash moves. Take your sword; I'm about to make my move." With a clang, he sheathed his ancient sword, his body swaying as he moved forward.
Hua Yunlong, observing Qiu Hua's expression, knew that further questioning was futile. He was also a proud man, and his previous forbearance was to understand the inside story. Now that Qiu Hua was wary and would no longer dare to delve deeper, he naturally did not want to delay any longer and give others cause for gossip. So he laughed and said loudly, "If you want a quick victory, then make your move. Don't worry about me."
Qiu Hua looked arrogant and unruly, but when it came to making a move, he was calm and focused, which showed that he had been trained by a famous master and his martial arts must be extraordinary. Hua Yunlong spoke, but he did not dare to be careless. He secretly channeled his strength into his arms and waited for his opponent. Qiu Hua approached within ten feet, brandished his sword, and suddenly slashed out, shouting, "Be careful!" His sword technique looked unremarkable, but the force of his slash was just right. Hua Yunlong's swordsmanship was extremely profound, and he knew at a glance that he had met a formidable opponent.
He was secretly astonished, but dared not be negligent. With a flick of his folding fan, he pressed forward, saying, "I'd like to learn your skills, Young Master Qiu, please go ahead and use them." He was usually cunning and eccentric, and even in this situation, he couldn't shake his nature. He stepped forward and extended his fan, originally aiming for Qiu Hua's wrist. Midway through the attack, he suddenly lowered his body, circled halfway around Qiu Hua's sword, and abruptly extended his right leg, delivering a powerful elbow strike with his left arm, aiming straight for Qiu Hua's right ribs.
This situation seemed like child's play; Qiu Hua hadn't anticipated this. Otherwise, if his sword strike had been even slightly faster, Hua Yunlong would have been bleeding profusely and injured on the spot. However, Hua Yunlong had done it anyway, and both his right leg and left elbow strikes were extremely fast, delivered at close range. Qiu Hua had no way to avoid it, and was forced to roar, his body leaping into the air and tumbling more than ten feet away.
Hua Yunlong laughed loudly, "Young master, your skills are not very good." Qiu Hua was filled with shame and anger. He roared and pounced, swinging his ancient sword repeatedly. With three quick strikes, he aimed at Hua Yunlong's vital points on the chest and launched a rapid attack. Hua Yunlong swayed left and right, dodging repeatedly. Suddenly, he flicked his folding fan, pointing towards the layers of sword shadows, and laughed, "These three sword strikes are more like it.
Only if you can make me withdraw my sword and counterattack can you be considered a first-rate master." Qiu Hua coldly shouted, "If you don't withdraw your sword, you're hastening your death. Don't blame this young master for being ruthless." His body twisted, and his swordsmanship changed instantly. Hundreds of cold lights flashed, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, mysterious and unpredictable, like dragons soaring and snakes crawling, twisting and turning, their destination unknown. Within the unpredictable sword momentum, there was also an extremely vicious and pungent aura, making people dizzy and disoriented, instantly giving them a feeling of being unable to withstand it.
The Hua family of Yunzhong Mountain is renowned for its swordsmanship. While Hua Yuanxu was alive, he left behind sixteen sword techniques and an iron sword for his son after his death. His son, Hua Tianhong, roamed the martial world with this iron sword, single-handedly turning the tide of battle. During this time, he obtained the "Sword Manual" and the essence of its supplement, becoming unparalleled in swordsmanship.
Hua Yunlong was intelligent from a young age, receiving tutelage from his parents. He not only possessed a solid foundation in general martial arts but also had exceptional knowledge and experience. However, when Qiu Hua's sword style changed, he not only couldn't discern the origins of that technique but also felt lost and bewildered, as if adrift in a sea of swords. Although Qiu Hua was young, he was not to be underestimated; his arrogance and haughtiness were not surprising.
Hua Yunlong was secretly anxious, but due to his youthful impetuosity and the words already spoken, he was unwilling to withdraw his sword to fight back. He could only try his best to dodge and defend, and whenever there was an opening, he would forcefully retaliate with the folding fan in his hand. After fifty moves, the situation became increasingly precarious. Sword light flashed, sword wind howled, and layers of sword shadows enveloped Hua Yunlong. He charged left and right, but could not cross the line. It seemed that he would be injured by Qiu Huagu's ancient sword in less than a hundred moves.
Suddenly, a commotion arose, and a man in purple cheered, "Young master, give it your all and kill this brat!"
Another man in purple shouted, "Hua boy, withdraw your sword! If you don't, you'll have no chance!"
Yet another man in purple chimed in, "Withdrawing your sword or not makes no difference; our young master hasn't even used his killing move yet."
Seeing Hua Yunlong at a disadvantage, with almost no power to fight back, Qiu Hua was overjoyed and laughed loudly, "Hua boy, remember this: we have no enmity. I want to kill you only because you're surnamed Hua, only because you're Hua Tianhong's son." As he spoke, his ancient sword gleamed, unleashing the move "Soaring Dragon Nine Turns," the sword flashing nine points of white light, spiraling and extending, directly enveloping Hua Yunlong's entire body.
This move was unpredictable, the sword energy surging, the points of white light like mercury spilling onto the ground, penetrating everywhere. Even with his precious sword in hand, Hua Yunlong would likely find it difficult to escape unscathed. Having been trapped for so long, his anger was simmering, and the words he spoke provoked him to a point of rage, his momentum unstoppable. Suddenly, he roared, his left arm lashing out in a desperate "struggle of a cornered beast," while his right arm swung, his middle finger pointing sharply, aiming for Qiu Hua's chest in a deadly strike.
These two moves were his father's signature techniques, and in his desperation, Hua Yunlong unleashed them with a power no less than his father's. This was a mutually destructive tactic; if Qiu Hua didn't find an opportunity to withdraw, Hua Yunlong would inevitably be wounded by his sword, and he himself would likely suffer a broken sword, severed arm, and a pierced chest and abdomen—that was to be expected. Naturally, he didn't want to be injured by Hua Yunlong's attack. He shifted his body to the side, his sword sinking, and with a sudden stop, he abruptly dodged the attack.
Having just escaped danger, Hua Yunlong, still nonchalant, laughed heartily, "Young Master Qiu, how many more skills do you possess? Why not display them all and let me see them?" As he spoke, his sword was already drawn. Seeing him draw his sword, Qiu Hua tilted his head back and burst into loud laughter, his voice full of sarcasm. Hua Yunlong, unperturbed, declared, "Young Master Qiu, I have already experienced your swordsmanship. I am not an arrogant person; I know my own limitations. Without my sword, I cannot defeat you."
Qiu Hua scoffed, "Even if you use your sword, what then?"
Hua Yunlong's face darkened, and he solemnly said, "We have no enmity between us. You said these words, therefore I advise you: in battle, never be overconfident."
Qiu Hua was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter, saying, "What a fine 'never be overconfident,' Hua lad, you're just putting on a show!"
Hua Yunlong said calmly, “Your swordsmanship is sharp but lacks composure. If you want to take my life, you are not up to the task. Be careful next time you attack.” When he was playful, he was mischievous and unrestrained, seemingly weightless; when serious, he was composed, dignified, and possessed an intimidating aura. Upon hearing this, Qiu Hua’s arrogance vanished, and he was speechless, his eyes wide with disbelief. Suddenly, a man in purple robes shouted, “Young master, why waste words with
him? Let’s set up a sword formation and take his life!”
Qiu Hua’s arrogance had dissipated. After a moment’s thought, he nodded, raised his sword, and said, “Set up the formation.” "
As soon as the words fell, figures moved in unison. Eight men in purple robes raised their left hands, inserting torches into the hall wall, and held their swords upright in front of their chests. Then they moved forward, surrounding Hua Yunlong. Hua Yunlong remained calm and focused his gaze. He saw that the eight men in purple robes were positioned in a staggered pattern, resembling an eight-trigram sword formation. However, Qiu Hua, positioned among them, seemed to be at the linchpin of the formation, making it appear as if it were a nine-palace formation.
He knew little about formations and was quite wary. He decided to remain calm and composed. He raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Young Master Qiu, swords have no eyes. If your subordinates are injured, don't blame others." "Qiu Hua coldly snorted, offering no reply, and thrust his sword forward
, charging straight at Hua Yunlong. Hua Yunlong raised his arm, parrying with his sword, anticipating the ancient sword's trajectory, and abruptly slashed upwards. Suddenly, the incoming sword vanished, a flash of brilliance appearing, and a curtain of swords, like lightning, surged in from all directions. Hua Yunlong was greatly startled, hastily raising his sword, spinning his body, and taking a sudden step to the side. He then withdrew his sword, concealing its edge at his elbow, and immediately thrust it behind him with a backhand strike.
He was determined to remain calm and composed, thinking that whatever kind of sword formation it was, the leader must be Qiu Hua. As long as Qiu Hua was subdued, the sword formation would collapse without a fight. Therefore, his eyes were like lightning, constantly watching Qiu Hua's position. That backhand strike was aimed at Qiu Hua's throat. His plan was certainly not..." Wrong, but because the sword formation was led by Qiu Hua, the eight swordsmen advanced and retreated with Qiu Hua as their primary focus, responding seamlessly to each other like the brain controlling the arms, forming a unified whole. Subduing Qiu Hua was no easy task.
Hua Yunlong struck again, but his sword missed. His handsome eyes flashed, and he saw the dense sword curtain, like a shimmering brocade screen, advancing and retreating with lightning speed, surging forward once more. The sword curtain was layered upon layered, leaving no openings, and Qiu Hua's body had already disappeared. Left with no other choice, he prioritized self-preservation, his feet darting swiftly to the side. Before he could regain his
footing, he suddenly felt several gusts of cold wind attacking his vital points on his back. He quickly twisted his waist, channeled his energy, and threw a punch, using a "struggle of a trapped beast" move to deflect the cold wind a foot away. Hua Yunlong dodged and narrowly escaped defeat, secretly astonished. He quickly thought, "Such a small sword formation possesses such power. If I don't strike hard, I'm afraid I won't fare well today." Before he could finish his thought, Qiu Hua suddenly appeared. He hurriedly stepped forward and thrust his sword.
In an instant, the sword flashed, and a sword suddenly stabbed from the side. If he wanted to injure the enemy, he would inevitably get a hole in his ribs. In a moment of urgency, he lowered his wrist and swung his sword to block. Unexpectedly, the incoming sword was extremely powerful. The two swords clashed and made a crisp "clang." Hua Yunlong unconsciously took a step back, and the long sword suddenly disappeared again. Hua Yunlong's martial arts skills had reached a high level. After exchanging a few blows, he could tell that the eight men in purple robes had mastered the secrets of superior swordsmanship. Each of them was exceptionally skilled, and in individual combat, they were no ordinary opponents. When they formed this sword formation and attacked together, their power was even more formidable.
He dared not move easily at this moment. His right hand, wielding his sword, defended fiercely, while his left hand secretly gathered its strength, occasionally unleashing the incredibly powerful "Struggle of a Trapped Beast" move to relentlessly fight his opponents. In the fierce battle, the eight swords clashed, their light like a woven tapestry. As the battle prolonged, the formation vibrated and grew faster, its power far exceeding Hua Yunlong's expectations. Yet, he remained calm under pressure, holding his ground and intently watching Qiu Hua's movements, waiting for the opportune moment to capture him. After a short while, sweat began to bead on Hua Yunlong's forehead, a testament to the intensity of the battle.
Suddenly, Qiu Hua shouted, "Hua, if you surrender, I'll give you a proper burial!" Hua Yunlong coldly snorted, unmoved.
Qiu Hua continued, "My 'Nine-Turn Dragon Tongue' sword formation is so powerful that even your father would have difficulty defeating it. If you remain oblivious, one 'Dragon Tongue' and you'll be pulverized to pieces..." Before he could finish, a figure lunged forward, sword thrusting fiercely towards his chest and abdomen. The sword formation
rotated extremely fast; even with Hua Yunlong's keen eyesight, he couldn't see through the dazzling, lightning-fast sword light to pinpoint Qiu Hua's unpredictable location. But once Qiu Hua spoke, Hua Yunlong arrived, leaving him nowhere to hide. In his haste, Qiu Hua tried to dodge, but it was too late. He could only raise his sword to parry the incoming blade. With
a crisp "clang," Qiu Hua's right arm went numb, the ancient sword nearly slipped from his grasp, and he stumbled back two steps. Hua Yunlong paused slightly, then suddenly extended his arm and drew his sword, taking a step forward and striking out unexpectedly. Caught off guard, Qiu Hua was caught off guard and dared not meet the attack head-on. He swayed and leaped to the side. Hua Yunlong, having finally escaped the sword curtain, caught up with Qiu Hua. He was not about to let him escape again. He shouted, "Where do you think you're going?" and pursued him like a shadow. Suddenly, shouts rang out, and eight swords danced in unison, blocking his path.
Hua Yunlong was furious. He roared, "You ignorant fool!" He mustered his courage and swung his sword, unleashing the "Heavy Sword" technique. "Swish, swish, swish, swish," one sword strike after another, fiercely attacking the eight swords. It should be known that the sixteen sword techniques left by Hua Yuanxu were not about the mystery of the moves or the strength of the internal energy, but about the magnificent spirit and awe-inspiring courage. If one could grasp its essence and execute it, it would be profound and weighty, possessing a terrifying power. Hua Tianhong, drawing upon the "Sword Classic" and its supplement, refined and preserved the essence of his ancestors' legacy, passing it down to his children as the "Sixteen Divine Moves of the Hua Family Heavy Sword." These moves could be executed even with bamboo or wooden swords.
Hua Yunlong, unable to gain the upper hand after a prolonged battle, grew increasingly impatient. Seeing Qiu Hua about to disappear into the sword formation again, he unleashed a furious attack, employing the "Sixteen Divine Moves of the Hua Family Heavy Sword." Even with his still somewhat immature skills, the eight purple-clad swordsmen could not withstand his onslaught. In an instant, the roles reversed, the eight purple-clad swordsmen retreating repeatedly, their sword formation disintegrating on its own, creating a united front against the enemy.
Qiu Hua dodged to the side, seeing the sword formation crumbling and Hua Yunlong's unstoppable prowess, he attempted to join the fray to stabilize the situation and restore the sword formation. However, Hua Yunlong's relentless pursuit was unstoppable; the eight swordsmen, their movements unpredictable, could not intervene. Qiu Hua stamped his feet repeatedly, his heart filled with a mixture of anger and frustration. Qiu Hua was undoubtedly an impatient man. Seeing his side at a disadvantage and unable to intervene, a murderous aura surged in his eyes. With a roar, he raised his hand, sending a dark object hurtling towards Hua Yunlong's head.
Hua Yunlong, with his keen eyes and ears, immediately recognized the object as a hidden weapon, its rapid approach accompanied by a sharp whistling sound. He raised his right arm, striking the weapon with his sword, and with a flick of his left arm, sent a purple-clad man flying three feet back. A loud "pop" was heard, followed by a shower of blue sparks. Hua Yunlong was startled and quickly scrambled along the ground, trying to avoid the fire. However, despite his swift reaction, a spark still landed on his back. Hua Yunlong felt a heat on his back as the sparks spread, setting his clothes ablaze.
Suddenly, a powerful, deep voice urgently called out, "Long'er, lie down and roll!" A figure appeared with the voice, and in a flash, Qiu Hua and the eight purple-clad swordsmen fell to the ground, their swords shattering into clay sculptures,
their pressure points sealed. Hua Yunlong rolled, extinguishing the flames on his back, and suddenly felt discomfort in his right leg. Looking down, he saw a dark blue, poisoned silver needle protruding from the back of his knee. His father was immune to all poisons because of the "Poison Lotus of Elixir Fire," and he, inheriting his father's essence and blood, also possessed an innate resistance to poison. Mere poisons and needles had no effect on him. But Qiu Hua's use of such a vicious hidden weapon, and the fact that he hadn't uttered a sound after its release, truly enraged him. He removed the poisoned needle, stood up, and coldly snorted, saying, "What a vicious heart! I, Hua, will not spare you." His eyes turned bloodshot, his steps heavy, and he pressed forward towards Qiu Hua. Upon hearing Hua Yunlong's
murderous intent, Qiu Hua's heart trembled with fear, but with his acupoints sealed, he could neither speak nor move, and could only submit to being slaughtered. Suddenly, a figure flashed, and an old man in purple robes blocked his way, slowly saying, "Long'er, do you intend to kill those who have lost their ability to resist?" This man was imposing, with white eyebrows and beard, and a radiant complexion. Though over sixty years old, he showed no signs of aging; he was none other than Bai Xiaotian, the former leader of the "Divine Flag Gang." No wonder he could seal the acupoints of nine people with a mere wave of his hand.
Hua Yunlong looked up and saw it was his maternal grandfather. He was first taken aback, then overjoyed, and knelt down, saying happily, "Long'er greets Grandfather..."
Bai Xiaotian waved his hand and said, "Get up. Grandfather wants to ask you, what should we do with these people?"
Hua Yunlong stood up and said, "These people are subordinates of the Xuanming Sect. They are too vicious. Long'er thinks..." His gaze fell on Qiu Hua and the others, and he immediately knew that his acupoints had been sealed. He could no longer say the rest of his words.
Bai Xiaotian hummed and said, "Your father roamed the martial world alone with his sword. His martial arts skills back then were not reliable, but even Grandfather looked at him with admiration. Do you know why?"
Bai Xiaotian usually doted on this grandson, but now he seemed to be deliberately teaching him a lesson. He spoke with a solemn expression and stern tone. Hua Yunlong looked up and was surprised, feeling a chill run down his spine. Bai Xiaotian nodded and continued, "Your father was magnanimous and persevering, unconcerned with trivial matters but uncompromising in matters of principle. Even when facing his father's killer, he remained neither arrogant nor humble, acting within his means. Throughout his life, he never harmed the innocent, nor killed those who were defenseless. Therefore, even his mortal enemies held him in awe..."
At this point, Hua Yunlong knew what his grandfather meant. He bowed and lowered his hands, saying, "Long'er didn't know that these people's acupoints were restrained..."
Bai Xiaotian waved his hand and interrupted, "You don't need to say that. One should be discerning in the subtlest things. The moment one's thoughts begin, the righteous become righteous, and the wicked become wicked. The key to right and wrong lies in this distinction. You didn't consider the facts and acted impulsively. If your grandfather hadn't intervened, what would the outcome have been?" Hua Yunlong had no reply and bowed in agreement.
Bai Xiaotian continued, "Grandpa arrived long ago and saw everything clearly. You acted recklessly and cleverly, claiming to be cunning. Even if you have some kindness, you are far from your father. Alas, I don't know why your grandmother let you go out." He spoke repeatedly, and although he intended to admonish his grandson, his doting affection was undeniable. Hua Yunlong,
naturally frivolous, immediately raised his head upon hearing his grandfather's tone soften, his brows furrowing, and said, "Grandpa, you don't know, Long'er's trip this time was on Grandma's orders..." Bai
Xiaotian frowned and waved his hand, saying, "We'll talk about this later. What do you think we should do with these people?" Hua
Yunlong said indifferently, "Let them go."
Bai Xiaotian smiled slightly and said, "You're not going to investigate the details of the 'Xuanming Sect' anymore?"
Hua Yunlong said, "Long'er has figured it out. A mere leader's knowledge is limited."
Bai Xiaotian said, "Isn't he the chief disciple of the 'Xuanming Sect' leader?" Hua Yunlong said, “
The same goes for the first disciple. That ‘Xuanming Sect Master’ is hiding and sending his disciples to cause trouble. How could he let them know about secrets? There are probably various restrictions and warnings for his disciples. Even with torture, we probably won’t get any information. Long’er, you have to find a way to investigate yourself.”
Upon hearing this, Bai Xiaotian laughed heartily, stroking his three-pronged white beard, and said, “Hmm, it’s rare to find someone so meticulous and ambitious. Your grandfather will release them for you.” He turned around, flicked his fingers to release the pressure points of the nine people, and said sternly, “Leave Luoyang immediately. If you dare to delay, and we meet again, you will be severely punished. Go.” Hearing the conversation between the grandfather and grandson, Qiu Hua
, already aware of the purple-robed elder's identity, dared not linger. He released his pressure points, and the two picked up their weapons from the ground, glaring at Hua Yunlong without exchanging pleasantries, before rushing out of the hall and disappearing in the blink of an eye. After they left, Hua Yunlong turned to Bai Xiaotian with a grin and said, "Ah, I know."
Bai Xiaotian looked back in surprise and asked, "What do you know?"
Hua Yunlong replied, "Uncle Sima's coffin must have been moved by my maternal grandfather."
Bai Xiaotian smiled slightly, reached out and patted his head, saying, "My dear grandson is clever. It was indeed your grandfather who moved the coffins of Master Sima and his wife to the White Horse Temple in the suburbs and entrusted them to Master Cihang for care."
Hua Yunlong asked in confusion, "Who is Master Cihang?"
Bai Xiaotian said, "Do you know Master Ciyun?"
Hua Yunlong nodded and said, "Yes, he is my grandfather's friend."
Bai Xiaotian said, "Cihang is Ciyun's senior brother, and he is my grandfather's close friend outside the secular world."
It turned out that after the battle at Ziwu Valley, the "Divine Flag Gang" suffered a great defeat and heavy losses. The Nine Bends Treasure Hunt relied heavily on Hua Tianhong. Afterwards, his eldest daughter married Peng Bai, and his second daughter married Hua Tianhong. Both of these sons-in-law were outstanding figures in the chivalrous path. In addition, his wife, Xu Hongmei, was virtuous and kind-hearted, and always advised him to let things go and live out his natural life. In his despair, he turned to Buddhism and Buddhist practices, often associating with reclusive individuals to alleviate his unfulfilled ambitions. Later, with the arrival of numerous grandchildren, he enjoyed the bliss of family life. These chivalrous individuals were forgiving and open-minded; over time, their presence brought him peace of mind, a stark contrast to the cutthroat competition and deceit of his past. Consequently, in recent years, he not only maintained close contact with relatives and friends like Lady Wen, but his personality also underwent a significant transformation, becoming a virtuous and skilled martial arts recluse. His friendships with reclusive figures like Cihang and Ciyun were exceptionally deep and far-reaching. Otherwise, Qiu Hua and his companions would not have escaped unscathed if they had encountered him.
Hearing his grandfather explain Master Cihang's background, Hua Yunlong felt relieved and said, "So you're the senior brother of Grandpa Tuo. I should go and pay my respects."
Bai Xiaotian smiled slightly and said, "When did you learn to be so polite?"
Hua Yunlong blushed and retorted, "Grandpa, do you think I'll never grow up?"
Bai Xiaotian laughed heartily and said, "Good, good, you've grown up, grown up. But... I wish you would never grow up." He paused slightly, then changed the subject and asked, "Judging from your appearance, you seem to have come on orders. Is it about the murder of Master Sima?"
Hua Yunlong was taken aback and said, "Yes, you didn't know?"
Bai Xiaotian smiled and said, "Grandpa, how could you have known beforehand? I was just passing through Luoyang and arrived in the evening. I originally wanted to visit an old friend and catch up, but I didn't expect that your Uncle Sima has already passed away. I found the house deserted, and the coffin was filled with..." The ground reeked of poison, and there were signs of a struggle in the dust. Seeing the distinct teeth marks on the throats of the Sima couple, it was clear that after their deaths, the enemy had set a trap to ambush those who came to pay their respects, thus moving their coffins.
Hua Yunlong thought to himself, "My grandfather's experience and knowledge far surpass mine. It took me only now to realize that he was so quick-witted, understanding the details at a glance and making decisive arrangements."
Bai Xiaotian paused, then asked, "Long'er, how long have you been in Luoyang?"
Hua Yunlong replied, "I arrived yesterday."
Bai Xiaotian asked, "Have you found any strong leads?" Hua Yunlong
said, "The lead is Qiu Hua from earlier."
Bai Xiaotian's white eyebrows furrowed, "Then…the lead is lost."
Hua Yunlong didn't seem to care, saying, "It's alright, Long'er will look again." He spoke these words casually, as if they were just casual remarks. However, upon hearing this, Bai Xiaotian felt that his grandson was forthright and generous, and beneath his easygoing nature lay a captivating strength. He stroked his beard and smiled, secretly thinking: This child is resolute and decisive, magnanimous and generous, quick-witted and perceptive, and considerate of others. If I
think about him carefully, he might become a leader in the future. Bai Xiaotian felt greatly relieved by this thought and immediately said loudly, "Long'er, let's go, come with Grandpa to Baima Temple."
Hua Yunlong hesitated slightly and said, "No, my horse and luggage are at the inn."
Bai Xiaotian paused for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "That's fine then, let's go to the inn for a get-together." He turned around and led the way out of the hall. Hua Yunlong didn't know why his grandfather was in such high spirits, but because he hadn't seen his grandfather for a long time and his longing for him was extremely strong, he didn't think about it at the moment. He hurried a few steps, took Bai Xiaotian's arm, and skipped along beside him.
Back
at the inn, Hua Yunlong instructed the innkeeper to prepare food and wine. After washing up, the grandfather and grandson drank and chatted in the upper room. Bai Xiaotian clearly had ulterior motives; he intentionally wanted to analyze Hua Yunlong. He first asked about Hua Yunlong's experience of leaving home under orders, and then about his various encounters after arriving in Luoyang. Hua Yunlong patiently recounted everything.
Bai Xiaotian listened attentively with a smile, not missing a single word. After Hua Yunlong finished speaking, he suddenly opened his left palm, stretched it forward, and said, "Grandpa, I don't care about anything else, but Mother tattooed the word 'hate' on my palm. What was the meaning behind that?"
Bai Xiaotian glanced at his left palm and said, "Are you bothered by this?"
Hua Yunlong frowned and said, "It's not that I mind, but this is just too meaningless..." Bai
Xiaotian interrupted, "Your grandmother has a truly remarkable spirit, I admire her greatly. How could anything she orders be meaningless?"
Hua Yunlong raised his eyebrows and said, "What meaning? I just can't figure it out. Sometimes I can't help but think about it, and thinking about it only leaves me with a heavy heart."
Bai Xiaotian smiled slightly and said, "Great people should have broad minds. Constantly worrying about trivial matters not only cloudes your judgment but also harms your health. If you can't figure it out, it's best not to think about it..."
Hua Yunlong complained, "Sigh, you and Grandma sound exactly alike! Don't you think about how many considerations there are when this burden falls on my shoulders? Before I left, Mother tattooed the word 'hatred' on my palm. How can I not think about it?"
Bai Xiaotian stroked his long beard and smiled, "What do you think? Do you think the mark is related to the bloodshed?" Hua Yunlong frowned and said, "
Yes, if it had nothing to do with the bloodshed, why was Grandma so serious when she tattooed the characters? You don't know, Mother had reservations at the time, it was Grandma who forced her to do it."
Bai Xiaotian suddenly said solemnly, "Long'er, don't talk nonsense. Your grandmother is a heroine among women, her insights and methods are all superior to others. She naturally has her reasons for doing this. It's presumptuous to talk about the elders'..."
He stopped talking about "right and wrong" and then proceeded to say something else. Hua Yunlong was unruly and couldn't stand being "lectured." Relying on Bai Xiaotian's favor, he acted spoiled and said, "What reason is there? You can't tell me that it's to make Long'er always "hate" heaven, "hate" earth, and "hate" everyone in the world, can you?"
Bai Xiaotian said in a deep voice, "Nonsense." As soon as he said that, his heart suddenly stirred, and he unconsciously stared blankly into space.
Hua Yunlong was stunned for a moment and asked in surprise, "Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Have you come up with a reason?" Bai Xiaotian waved his hand and said, "Don't make a fuss, let me think about it carefully. "
Hua Yunlong blinked repeatedly, secretly thinking, "That's right, my grandfather was a very powerful figure back then, a leader in his region. He must know something about that 'Jade Cauldron Lady.' Why don't I take this opportunity to ask her about her past?" Just as he finished thinking this, Bai Xiaotian's gaze fixed on him, and he said, "Long'er, have you ever heard of the leader of the 'Nine Yin Sect'?"
Hua Yunlong suppressed his question and nodded, saying, "It's said that the leader of the 'Nine Yin Sect' was a woman, with extremely high martial arts skills, a cunning and ruthless nature..."
Bai Xiaotian hummed in agreement, and said, "Your great-aunt was originally the 'Lord of the Netherworld Palace' of the 'Nine Yin Sect,' and she was with your Uncle Sima..."
Hua Yunlong interrupted in surprise, "What? Isn't the 'Nine Yin Sect' an evil cult?"
Bai Xiaotian nodded and said, “The Nine Yin Sect is an evil cult, but the Lord of the Netherworld fought a battle with your Uncle Sima. Because they were of similar age and their martial arts were comparable, she couldn’t forget him. Later, your Uncle Sima traveled the world and met him again in the Six Zhao Mountains. They traveled together for several days and their feelings for each other were very harmonious. In the end, they couldn’t bear to part. The Lord of the Netherworld secretly left the Nine Yin Sect and accompanied your Uncle Sima to the Central Plains. Your grandmother arranged for them to get married.”
Hua Yunlong thought to himself, “So my great-aunt secretly left the Nine Yin Sect. No wonder she rarely leaves the gate and even rarely visits our house.” While he was thinking, he said aloud, “Are you saying that the mastermind behind the murder of Uncle Sima was the leader of the Nine Yin Sect?”
Bai Xiaotian said, “Whether it is or not, we still need to investigate further, but it is still a powerful clue.” Hua Yunlong thought for a moment and said, "
That's not right. Grandma's hint seems to be related to the 'Jade Cauldron Lady.' The mark left by the murderer was a small, crystal-clear, emerald-green cauldron."
Bai Xiaotian said, "My reasoning is also based on the 'Jade Cauldron Lady.'"
Hua Yunlong suddenly realized and said, "Oh, so your deductions coincide. Grandpa, please tell me, what about the 'Jade Cauldron Lady'?" Bai Xiaotian said, “
I also heard it from Master Ciyun. Back then, your father, your uncle, and your Uncle Sima all received kindness from Lady Yuding. Later, when Lady Yuding was in trouble, your father and Uncle Sima went to Caozhou to rescue her. According to Master Ciyun, Lady Yuding was suffering from the punishment of ‘Yin Fire Refining the Soul,’ a punishment that was extremely cruel. Your father was in unbearable pain and enraged to the point of madness, and all he wanted to do was kill her…”
At this point, Hua Yunlong frowned and thought to himself, “The punishment of ‘Yin Fire Refining the Soul’ is said to be extremely cruel. Even I would be filled with righteous indignation if I saw it. My father received kindness from her, so it’s natural that he would be enraged to the point of madness. But what does this have to do with Uncle Sima’s bloody case or the ‘hatred’ character on my palm?” Bai Xiaotian said, "
That 'Jade Cauldron Lady' was originally a subordinate of the 'Nine Yin Sect.' Back then, she was extremely protective of your father, their affection surpassing that of siblings. Ever since the 'Nine Yin Sect' reappeared in the martial world after the Battle of Ziwu Valley, they have been enemies of your father, plotting to seize your father's Xuan Tie Heavy Sword..."
Hua Yunlong, being exceptionally intelligent, understood the implied meaning and interjected, "Long'er knows about the various factions plotting to seize the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword because the 'Sword Manual' is within the heavy sword. In that case, the 'Nine Yin Sect' leader's cruel 'Yin Fire Soul Refining' torture was intended to coerce Father?"
Bai Xiaotian nodded slightly and said, "At that time, your father had already obtained the 'Sword Manual.' Considering your father's loyalty and righteousness, it was within the 'Nine Yin Sect' leader's expectations to inflict cruel torture on 'Jade Cauldron Lady.' If your father had seen it, even if she had asked him to kneel and surrender, it would have been a matter of a few words." "That 'Jade Cauldron Lady' is no ordinary woman. She would rather suffer a thousand kinds of pain herself than let your father be wronged."
Hua Yunlong was slightly taken aback and said, "In that case, the mastermind behind the massacre is most likely the leader of the 'Nine Yin Sect'?"
Bai Xiaotian frowned and said, "Investigating the mastermind behind the massacre cannot be based on mere speculation. Let me continue." Hua Yunlong was taken aback again, his gaze fixed, his face full of doubt. Bai Xiaotian sighed and said, "According to Master Ciyun, the 'Yin Fire Soul Refining' punishment involves applying a strange poison called 'Extinction Yin Phosphorus' to the chest, and then using a specially made 'Soul Refining Lamp' containing the aura of a jade toad to absorb the phosphorus poison. The person is then burned naked for seven days and seven nights before the poison attacks their heart and they die. Just think about it, Long'er, how terrible the pain must have been before death." Hua Yunlong remained silent, his eyes revealing anger and agitation.
Bai Xiaotian said, "Your father was heartbroken and extremely angry at the time, with the intention of slaughtering all the subordinates of the Nine Yin Sect and fighting the sect leader to the death. Master Ciyun, being compassionate, could not bear to see the Nine Yin Sect's subordinates being torn apart, so he hurriedly told your father to quickly unleash his power. Your father's resentment was accumulating in his chest, but he dared not disobey his elder's orders. Like a wounded tiger, he roared loudly, 'Master, have mercy! I hate it so much!'" He paused abruptly, his gaze fixed intently on Hua Yunlong, and then continued, "Long'er, do you know how that word 'hate' was uttered?"
Hua Yunlong's eyes darted around, and he said, "Of course it's hateful! The leader of the Nine Yin Sect used people as hostages and subjected them to cruel torture. My father had to save them, but he couldn't betray the kindness of Lady Yuding. He used the Sword Manual to exchange for the hostages, so he couldn't even kill or fight for his life. He was restrained at every turn, but he had to save them. How could he not hate them?" Bai
Xiaotian asked meaningfully, "So you feel the same way?"
Hua Yunlong said frankly, "I should repay even the smallest kindness with the greatest gratitude. If it had been me, Long'er, my resentment would probably have surpassed my father's."
Bai Xiaotian sighed and said, "People share the same feelings and the same principles. It's not unreasonable." Suddenly, his expression turned serious, and he continued, "Long'er, do you understand now why your mother tattooed the word 'hate' on your palm?"
Hua Yunlong nodded, somewhat understanding, and asked, "Grandpa, tell me, is the 'Xuanming Sect' before us the same as the 'Nine Yin Sect' of yesteryear?" Bai
Xiaotian shook his head and said, "I'm not quite sure either. 'Nine Yin' and 'Xuanming' have similar meanings, so they should have some connection."
Hua Yunlong nodded, speaking seriously, "That's what I think too. Grandpa, do you know where the headquarters of the 'Nine Yin Sect' was located back then?"
Bai Xiaotian thought for a moment and said, "Fifty years ago, the 'Nine Yin Sect' was not tolerated in the martial arts world and was forced to disappear. During the Battle of Ziwu Valley, the 'Nine Yin Sect' valued the martial arts world and had a formidable presence. Its followers were all skilled in watercraft such as boating and sailing. After the Nine Bends Treasure Hunt, your father was deeply supported by the martial arts community and became the de facto leader of the martial arts alliance. The 'Nine Yin Sect' suddenly disappeared again, its whereabouts unknown. To this day, no one knows where its headquarters was located."
Hua Yunlong frowned and said, "Skilled in boating and other watercraft? That means you've been hiding in the south." Bai
Xiaotian suddenly realized and chimed in, "Exactly, exactly! Your Uncle Sima reunited with your great-aunt in the south, so he must be there."
Hua Yunlong nodded and suddenly asked, "Grandpa, where are you planning to go after leaving Luoyang?"
Bai Xiaotian was slightly taken aback and said, "I'm free to roam, how about it? Would you like Grandpa to accompany you on a trip to Jiangnan?"
Hua Yunlong shook his head and said, "I wouldn't dare trouble Grandpa, I'm planning to go to the south."
Bai Xiaotian's white eyebrows furrowed slightly and said, "A trip is fine, but are you really going to the south?" Hua Yunlong slowly said, “
Since Aunt Sima is the ‘Netherworld Palace Master’ who secretly left the ‘Nine Yin Sect,’ even if this bloodshed has nothing to do with ‘Lady Yuding,’ the leader of the ‘Nine Yin Sect’ cannot escape responsibility. Moreover, the ‘Nine Yin’ and ‘Xuanming’ sects differ by only one character. Long’er, you must go to Jiangnan and get to the bottom of this.”
Bai Xiaotian was old and no longer had the ambition of his youth. Hearing that Hua Yunlong intended to go to Jiangnan, he was very worried. However, as a leader who had weathered many storms, he could not stop him even though he was worried. After thinking for a moment, he said, “Alright, I’m leaving. Take care of yourself.” He walked towards the door.
Hua Yunlong asked, “Where is Grandpa going so late at night?” Bai Xiaotian said, "I'm going to Baima Temple to properly handle the coffins of Sima and his wife. Since you've decided to head south, you should set off as soon as possible and not linger in Luoyang any longer. "
Hua Yunlong repeatedly replied, "Yes," and escorted Bai Xiaotian to the door of the shop before reluctantly bidding farewell and returning to his room to rest.

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