[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (Tianlong Fengliu) (Complete) - 3

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In Chapter 18 of the first part of the Fallen Dragon World, the Night-Shining

Pearl, Zhong Ling couldn't stand it anymore and said,

"Brother Wu, they're too awful. I'll go teach them a lesson."

Wu Long gestured to stop her. Although she didn't know why, Zhong Ling knew Wu Long had his reasons, so she had no choice but to stay still. Mu Wanqing just watched coldly, indifferent to everything outside. At this moment, the food was served, and Wu Long invited the two women to eat.

The beating continued, lasting for about half an hour, until Cai Si was beaten unconscious before they stopped. Wu Long only learned what had happened after overhearing the cautious, sympathetic whispers of the people around him. It was said that during the great flood years ago, Cai Si's father had saved Old Zhou, the landlord and steward Wu's former master. In gratitude, Old Zhou had given Cai Si's father a large tract of land. Now, Old Zhou had recently passed away, and his son had turned his back on him, colluding with the government to change the land given to Cai Si's family into land rented to them. He then sent people to collect rent from Cai Si every few days. How could Cai Si possibly pay the rent in the long run?

Wu Long coldly watched the steward and his entourage carrying their vegetable baskets disappear into the distance, thinking to himself, "Like father, like son; Old Zhou's son is no better." Looking again at Cai Si, who was being helped back by several kind people, Zhong Ling secretly made a decision. She couldn't help but ask,

"Brother Wu, those people are so hateful, why don't we do anything about them?"

Mu Wanqing coldly replied,

"There are too many hateful and unsatisfactory things in the world. Are we supposed to manage them all? Wouldn't that be exhausting?"

Zhong Ling pouted, clearly disagreeing with Mu Wanqing's words, but afraid to say anything for fear of Mu Wanqing. Wu Long gently leaned closer and whispered in Zhong Ling's ear,

"These people are just servants. What's the use of teaching them a lesson? At most, they'll suffer a little physical pain. We can't kill them for that. If we really want to teach them a lesson, we should start with their masters. Tonight, I'll go and rob the rich to help the poor, what do you say?"

Looking at Zhong Ling's round, jade-like ear, he couldn't resist gently biting it. The little girl immediately blushed as if she'd been electrocuted, and scolded,

"You're so annoying!"

Mu Wanqing couldn't hold back any longer and pulled Zhong Ling to her side, saying...

"There are many people in the hall, you can't do that."

Wu Long looked at her in astonishment, seemingly sensing a faint hint of jealousy. At midnight, the moon hung high in the sky.

Under the moonlight, three people traversed rooftops, moving silently and ethereally towards the largest house in town—the Zhou landlord's house. He didn't resemble a thief dressed in black; his

slightly thin frame and face covered by a coarse cloth were unmistakable. Who else could this be but Wu Long? Behind him were two alluring figures—two women.

After witnessing the beating that morning, Wu Long found the landlord Zhou utterly despicable. Moreover, Wu Long was currently short of money, so how could he not teach him a lesson? It was simply bad luck for landlord Zhou to run into Wu Long, this jinx. Wu Long, a thief for the first time, had no idea how to steal or where to steal. However, he had a clever plan: to lure the snake into its hole and catch it there. He quietly gave instructions to the two women, then flashed down into the courtyard.

Generally, landlords, to prevent robbers or thieves from breaking in, would hire idle farmers as guards. Most of these guards had some martial arts skills, and occasionally a few martial artists might be hired, but most were only third-rate. Although landlord Zhou was considered wealthy, this was only within the scope of Pangxi Town; naturally, he couldn't afford martial artists as guards.

Using his lightness skill, Wu Long avoided the guards and silently floated into a square courtyard. Then he casually stuffed some stones and other things into his bundle, making it bulge, and leaped out of the courtyard again. This time, he didn't avoid the guards; instead, he specifically sought out their location, making it easy for them to spot him. Immediately, footsteps, gongs, barking dogs, and shouts of "Thief!" filled the air. The once quiet courtyard suddenly became noisy. Wu Long thought the whole town must have been awakened by the noise.

As more and more people gathered, and everyone in the courtyard came out, Wu Long had already hidden himself in the shadows and disappeared. At this moment, Wu Long, hiding in the tree, saw a middle-aged fat man dressed in ancient pajamas, with a large belly, rushing over. The man hurriedly asked a man who appeared to be the head guard, "Where's the thief? Did you catch him?"

"Master, he got away."

Although they couldn't see the head guard's expression from this distance, it was easy to guess he was extremely embarrassed. This small town, though wealthy, rarely had thieves, especially one who seemed to be incredibly skilled!

"Was anything stolen?" Zhou, the landlord, asked anxiously, his eyes glaring at the head guard, as if he would unleash a torrent of abuse if the latter answered yes.

"I don't know, but, but..."

"But what?" the fat man shouted.

"I noticed he was carrying a bundle, and the bundle looked bulging!"

The fat man didn't immediately start cursing; instead, he quickly left. His trembling, obese body moved so fast that even the guards were impressed. Unbeknownst to the guards, a figure flashed past overhead, leaping towards the fat man.

Sure enough, the fat man dashed into a room, forgetting to even close the door. He quickly found a small box in a dark corner by the bed, opened it, and exclaimed, "Thank goodness, thank goodness!"

"Yes, thank goodness you showed us the way."

Before the fat man could turn around, he was knocked unconscious by Wu Long, who had followed him. Zhong Ling, on her first thieving adventure, seemed very excited. Mu Wanqing, still veiled, couldn't see her expression.

Wu Long opened the oval-shaped box, revealing it filled with jewels and several large ingots, dazzlingly bright. It seemed there were at least a thousand taels of silver inside. Opening another small box, a soft glow shone from within. The three stared in disbelief at the contents, their mouths watering. So big, so round, so beautiful! Inside were two egg-sized luminous pearls, each perfectly round and smooth, shimmering with a soft light.

After staring blankly for a long time, Wu Long finally snapped out of his daze. Seeing the two women still lost in thought, he called out, "Ling'er, Miss Mu!"

"Ah,"

Zhong Ling also woke up, glanced at Wu Long, and then fixed her gaze on the two priceless luminous pearls. Women all love these sparkling jewels, and Mu Wanqing was no exception. Seeing how much they liked them, Wu Long said,

"Ling'er, Miss Mu, just keep what you like. As long as she likes it, that's fine. These jewels, although beautiful, are not very useful."

Actually, Wu Long didn't know their value. These two luminous pearls were far superior to ordinary jewels. Legend has it that the dragon had nine sons, one of which was the Alligator Dragon. The Alligator Dragon lived for ten thousand years, eventually shedding its shell to become a dragon. The Alligator Dragon's shell had twenty-four ribs, corresponding to the twenty-four solar terms. In the middle of each rib was a luminous pearl, which is the origin of the luminous pearls

. These luminous pearls, formed over ten thousand years by a crocodile dragon, are brimming with spiritual energy, thus radiating brilliant light that can reach over a foot in diameter. The two luminous pearls in Wu Long's hands are lustrous and full, shimmering with iridescent light. Besides being suitable for jewelry and adornment, they are also highly beneficial for cultivating internal energy techniques.

In truth, who wouldn't cherish such a treasure, hiding it away where no one would notice, only to admire it alone when no one is around? Moreover, such treasures are mostly acquired by the wealthy; how could martial artists possibly know their wonders?

"Ling'er, Wanqing, there are two luminous pearls here. Why don't you each take one as a token of my engagement?"

Wu Long spoke the last few words quickly and unclearly, and neither of the women heard them clearly. Unaware of his wicked intentions

,

they both nodded.

"Brother Wu, I'll sew two sachets to hold the luminous pearls. Leaving them out like this is too conspicuous and might cause some unnecessary trouble," Zhong Ling said thoughtfully. "

Alright, it's almost dawn. Let's go back and rest for a bit. We still have to travel at daybreak."

Wu Long chuckled as he wrapped the box in cloth and then hid it inside his clothes. All three used their lightness skills and disappeared~~~~ Only the fat guy was left behind, and it's estimated he won't be able to gain weight for a while.

In Chapter 19 of the first part, *Fallen Dragon World*, the Six Meridians

Martial Dragon and the two women finally arrived in Dali. Dali is known as "Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon," referring to the four special scenic spots: the wind of Shangguan, the flowers of Xiaguan, the snow of Cangshan Mountain, and the moon over Erhai Lake. Dali City is located east of Erhai Lake and west of Cangshan Mountain, boasting beautiful scenery and a strategic location. Although Dali City at this time was not as modern as it is now, it was still densely populated and bustling with markets. The streets were all paved with bluestone. After passing through several streets, a straight stone road appeared before them, leading to countless yellow-tiled palaces. The setting sun shone on the glazed tiles, making them resplendent and dazzling.

The three found an inn to rest. Zhong Ling and the other two women impatiently ordered two superior rooms and asked the waiter to prepare bathing supplies. At the same time, they chased Wu Long downstairs, forbidding him from coming back up. Mu Wanqing even gave him a stern warning: if he dared to do anything indecent, she would definitely stab him a few times. Wu Long felt wronged; he had long considered them his own, so why would he do anything like peeping? One day they would take a bath together, Wu Long thought to himself. As they

were about to get something to eat downstairs, they overheard people talking. Duan Yu, the son of the Prince of Zhennan, seemed to have contracted a strange illness and had been sent to Tianlong Temple for treatment. Everyone was discussing Duan Yu's condition, but Wu Long knew that it was because Duan Yu had only practiced one aspect of the Beiming Divine Art, absorbing too much internal energy that he couldn't digest. It seemed that history still had some inertia. Wu Long had an idea, quickly went upstairs to tell the women, and then ran towards Tianlong Temple.

Tianlong Temple is located north of the Zhongyue Peak in the Cangshan Mountains outside Dali City. Its official name is Chongsheng Temple, but the people of Dali commonly call it Tianlong Temple. Nestled against the Cangshan Mountains and facing the Erhai Lake, it enjoys a strategically important location. The temple has three pagodas, built in the early Tang Dynasty. The largest is over 200 feet tall with sixteen levels, and its top bears an iron inscription that reads: "Made by Yuchi Jingde during the Zhenguan era of the Great Tang Dynasty." Legend has it that Tianlong Temple possesses five treasures, with the three pagodas being the most important.

Many of the Duan family's ancestors who were emperors abdicated and became monks, often taking their vows at Tianlong Temple. Therefore, Tianlong Temple was the ancestral temple of the Dali royal family, the most prestigious among all temples in the country. After each emperor became a monk, his descendants would visit the temple to pay homage on his birthday, and each visit included offerings for its renovation. The temple boasts three pavilions, seven towers, nine halls, and a hundred buildings, its scale grand and its architecture exquisite. Even renowned Buddhist sites in the Central Plains, such as Wutai, Putuo, Jiuhua, and Emei, rarely rival its grandeur. However, its remote location in the southern border region has kept its fame relatively unknown.

Wu Long's Storm Movement Technique was incredibly fast; he arrived at Tianlong Temple in just ten minutes. Utilizing the technique, he leaped a hundred meters like the Hulk, then landed lightly on the rooftops of Tianlong City like a wisp of smoke. At this moment, Wu Long's internal energy was extremely profound, and his Storm Movement Technique was exceptionally precise. Although there were many experts in Tianlong City, none noticed him. Upon reaching the top, Wu Long saw Duan Yu and the others who had gone ahead.

Duan Yu, having followed his uncle's instructions, had been on horseback, calming the turbulent internal energy within him. His unease lessened slightly, and he arrived at the temple with his uncle. Tianlong Temple was a place frequently visited by the Emperor of Baoding, and he immediately went to pay his respects to Abbot Benyin. If we consider the lay lineage of Master Benyin, he would be Emperor Baoding's uncle. However, monks are not bound by the formalities of ruler and subject, nor by family hierarchy; the two met as equals. Emperor Baoding recounted in detail how Duan Yu was captured by Crown Prince Yanqing, how he was poisoned, and how he acquired evil powers that could transform others' inner strength.

Abbot Benyin pondered for a moment, then said, "Please follow me to the Muni Hall to meet my three fellow disciples." Emperor Baoding said, "Disturbing the venerable monks' meditation is a grave offense."

Abbot Benyin said, "The Prince of Zhennan will be the future heir to our throne, his fate tied to the fate of the entire nation. Your knowledge and inner strength surpass mine, and since you have come to ask me, it must be a great question. I cannot decide alone; I must discuss it with my three fellow disciples."

Two young novices led the way, followed by Abbot Benyin, and then Emperor Baoding and his nephew. They entered through the Ruihe Gate on the left, passing through the Huangtian Gate, Qingdu Yaotai, Wuwujing, Sanyuan Palace, Doushuai Dashi Temple, Yuhua Temple, and Prajna Terrace, arriving at the side of a long corridor. The two young novices bowed and stood on either side, stopping. The three continued westward along the corridor, arriving at several houses. Duan Yu had visited Tianlong Temple many times, but this was a place he had never been before. He saw that the rooms were all made of pine wood, with wooden doors and pillars, the bark still intact, naturally rustic—a stark contrast to the magnificent halls he had passed through . Abbot

Benyin clasped his hands together and said,

“Amitabha, I have a question that I cannot resolve, and I apologize for disturbing your studies, my fellow disciples.” A voice from inside said,

“Abbot, please come in!”

Benyin slowly pushed open the door. The wooden door creaked and groaned, clearly rarely

opened or closed. Duan Yu followed the abbot and the others inside. He heard the abbot refer to “three fellow disciples.” Inside, four monks sat on four prayer cushions. Of the three monks outside, two looked gaunt and the other was a burly, middle-aged man. The monk on the east side faced the inner wall, motionless.

Emperor Baoding recognized the two withered and emaciated monks as Ben Guan and Ben Xiang, both senior disciples of Abbot Ben Yin, and the burly monk as Ben Can, Ben Yin's junior disciple. He only knew that the Muni Hall of Tianlong Temple had three eminent monks: Guan, Xiang, and Can, but he was unaware of the other monk. He immediately bowed in greeting. The three monks, Ben Guan and Ben Xiang, smiled and returned the greeting. The monk Bai Bi, whether in deep meditation or at a crucial moment in his practice and unable to concentrate, paid no further attention. Emperor Baoding knew that the word 'Muni' meant silence and stillness, and since this was the Muni Hall, it was best to speak as little as possible. Therefore, he concisely explained that Duan Yu had been poisoned by an evil spirit, concluding, "I humbly request the four virtuous ones to guide me on the right path."

The monk pondered for a long time, then looked at Duan Yu intently for a while, and said, "What do you two junior brothers think?" The monk replied, "Even if you slightly lose internal energy, you may still be able to master the Six Meridians Divine Sword."

Upon hearing the words 'Six Meridians Divine Sword,' Emperor Baoding's heart skipped a beat. He thought, "When I was young, my father mentioned that my Duan family ancestors possessed a 'Six Meridians Divine Sword' technique." The martial arts were incredibly powerful. But Father said it was just hearsay; he had never heard of any ancestor who knew this skill, and no one knew how miraculous it was. Master Bencan's words made it clear that such a wondrous skill truly existed. Then he thought, "Master Bencan means he wants to use his internal energy to detoxify Yu'er. This will inevitably hinder their progress in cultivating the 'Six Meridians Divine Sword.' But the evil poison and evil skill that Yu'er is afflicted with are extremely strange. If it weren't for the combined efforts of the five of us here, how could we cure him?" Though feeling apologetic, he ultimately didn't refuse. Monk Benxiang stood up without a word, bowing his head and taking the northeast corner. Benguan and Bencan also stood in their respective positions. Abbot Benyin said,

"Excellent! Excellent!"

and took the southwest corner .

Emperor Baoding said, "Yu'er, the four venerable elders have spared no effort to expel the evil poison from you. Quickly kowtow in gratitude." Seeing his uncle's expression and the four monks' demeanor, Duan Yu knew this was no small matter. He immediately knelt and kowtowed to each of the four monks. The four monks smiled and nodded. Emperor Baoding said, "Yu'er, sit cross-legged. Don't think about anything, and don't exert any strength in your body. If you experience severe pain or itching, these are normal signs; don't be alarmed." Duan Yu agreed and sat down as instructed.

Ben Guan and Yan raised their right thumbs, slightly concentrated their energy, and pressed them onto the Fengfu acupoint on the back of Duan Yu's head, channeling the power of their One-Yang Finger technique. The Fengfu acupoint is an inch from the hairline and belongs to the Du meridian. Following them, Monk Benxiang pressed the Zigong acupoint on the Ren meridian, Ben Can and Yan pressed the Daheng acupoint on the Yinwei meridian, Abbot Benyin pressed the Youmen acupoint on the Chong meridian and the Zhangmen acupoint on the Dai meridian, and Emperor Baoding pressed the Qingming acupoint on the Yinjiao meridian. Of the eight extraordinary meridians, the five left the Yangwei and Yangjiao meridians untouched. All five used the One-Yang Finger technique, using pure Yang energy to expel the evil poison and evil techniques afflicting Duan Yu's body through the acupoints of the Yangwei and Yangjiao meridians.

The five masters of the Duan family were all highly skilled in the One-Yang Finger technique, and with a hissing sound, five streams of pure Yang internal energy simultaneously

penetrated Duan Yu's body. Duan Yu's whole body trembled, and he immediately felt a warm, indescribable comfort, like being

basked . The five men moved their fingers in unison, feeling their internal energy gradually dissolve after entering Duan Yu's body, never to be withdrawn. Duan Yu had never practiced the "Northern Darkness Divine Skill" of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, but the five masters forcibly injected it with the power of the One-Finger Divine Skill, leaving Duan Yu helpless

. The internal energy entered his Tanzhong Qihai and was immediately stored. The five masters of the Duan family looked at each other, all filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Wu Long secretly followed the group to the roof of the Shini Hall. He was extremely cautious. Everyone inside was a first-rate master, but their attention was focused on Duan Yu's situation, and no one noticed him as a thief. Wu Long was fascinated by the "Six Meridians Divine Sword," so he secretly gathered all his internal energy into the meridians of his ears, listening intently to the sounds inside.

Hearing them vaguely discussing the "Six Meridians Divine Sword," Wu Long became even more focused and dared not move an inch.

Wu Long possessed exceptional hearing; he only heard that the six meridians of the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" they were discussing were the six meridians of the hand: the Taiyin Lung Meridian, the Jueyin Pericardium Meridian, the Shaoyin Heart Meridian, the Taiyang Small Intestine Meridian, the Yangming Stomach Meridian, and the Shaoyang Sanjiao Meridian. Having cultivated the Beiming Divine Art, Wu Long was intimately familiar with all the meridians in his body and naturally understood what they meant. After pondering for a while, a bold idea popped into his head: if he used the Beiming Divine Art as a foundation, transforming his internal energy into sword energy and channeling it along these six meridians to defend himself and injure others, wouldn't that also be called the "Six Meridians Divine Sword"?

Thinking of this, he listened even more intently to the voices from the Muni Hall. Sure enough, Emperor Baoding had shaved his head and disguised himself as a monk, gathering six people to use the scattered "Six Meridians Divine Sword" to resist the Great Wheel King. Afterwards, Master Kurong taught Benchen, i.e. Emperor Baoding, a "Guanchong Sword" technique.

Wu Long understood. The "Guan Chong Sword" technique involved true qi flowing from the dantian to the acupoints in the shoulders and arms, from the Qinglengyuan point to the Tianjing point in the elbow, then down to the Sidu, Sanyangluo, Huizong, Waiguan, Yangchi, Zhongzhu, and Yemen points, condensing into true qi and shooting out from the Guan Chong acupoint on the ring finger, thus forming a sword technique. Wu Long immediately knew this must be the "Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao Meridian." He wondered if the other five sword techniques were also formed by shooting out sword qi according to those five pulses.

Thinking of this, he secretly channeled his internal energy to his dantian, following the Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao Meridian and the route of the Guan Chong Sword technique, condensing his internal energy in his ring finger. This step was relatively easy. However, Wu Long then faced a tremendous problem.

The internal energy was concentrated at his ring finger. The ten fingers were connected to his heart, causing a throbbing pain in his meridians, bringing indescribable agony. No matter how hard he tried, the internal energy simply wouldn't release. It was as if an invisible force was pulling at the Guanchong acupoint, binding the internal energy tightly. Wu Long exhausted all his strength, but he couldn't break through. It was truly bizarre.

Could it be that only the One-Finger Divine Skill could work?

He stubbornly refused to believe it and kept trying to release the internal energy. But no matter what he tried—such as storing the internal energy at the Yimen acupoint, enduring the throbbing pain, and then suddenly rushing it towards the Guanchong acupoint—he couldn't break through that barrier. He tried every method imaginable, but to no avail. On the contrary, a row of fine beads of sweat slowly seeped from his forehead. His breathing was slightly erratic; clearly, he had reached a critical moment.

In his frustration, Wu Long suddenly caught a whiff of soft sandalwood incense, followed by a faint chanting from afar. He shuddered, realizing: Kumārajīva had arrived. Regretting this, he prepared to withdraw his inner energy. Just as he was about to leave, a thought struck him: it would be good to witness a battle between martial arts masters today; he hadn't fought enough in Tianlong. He wanted to see what Kumārajīva, a master ranked tenth in Tianlong,

possessed .

As described in the book, Kumārajīva used the green smoke from six incense sticks as a guide to fight the five men. Wu Long, recalling the events in the book, watched intently. The descriptions in the book were detailed, but nothing compared to seeing it firsthand. Wu Long, who preferred hand-to-hand combat, was deeply moved by the wondrous use of inner energy.

Kumārajīva shifted from defense to offense, five streams of green smoke swirling and dancing with incredible agility. The sixth wisp of green smoke remained motionless, three feet behind Master Kurong. Master Kurong, wanting to see through his opponent's strength and how long he could hold out with his five attacks followed by a pause, refrained from attacking. As expected, Kumārajīva's efforts to maintain control of the six wisps of green smoke consumed considerable internal energy. However, he was incredibly resilient, and eventually, the sixth wisp of green smoke inching closer to the back of Master Kurong's head.

The subsequent events unfolded exactly as described in the original text. Master Kurong, with his superior wisdom, forced Kumārajīva back with his twin swords. Kumārajīva, slightly outmatched, used his silver tongue to emphasize the difference between "sword formations" and "sword techniques," enraging the five. The master, dissatisfied, retorted, but Kumārajīva argued that Tianlong Temple had a slight advantage in the first round, and he was confident in the second, thus proposing a second match.

After a brief exchange, Kumārajīva had gained the upper hand. Suddenly, smoke rose from Master Kurō, splitting into four streams that attacked Kumārajīva. Kumārajīva, already wary of the old monk who sat facing the wall without turning his head, was momentarily confused by the approaching smoke. He continued to use his "Flaming Blade" technique to parry from all four directions. He didn't retaliate, simultaneously guarding against a possible attack from Benyin and the others, while observing the situation to see what other powerful moves Master Kurō had up his sleeve.

The smoke grew thicker and the attack became increasingly fierce. Just as Kumārajīva was hesitant and wondering, Wu Long was suddenly startled: Master Kurō was going to burn the manual! He felt a pang of reluctance, still harboring a thought: even if he was going to burn it, he should at least let me learn the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" first. Unfortunately, he dared not step forward to save the manual, and thus felt a deep regret.

Everything proceeded as usual. Having witnessed the burning of the sword manual, Kumārajīva was both shocked and furious, deeply resentful of his two defeats, yet he had a plan in mind. He stood up, clasped his hands together, and said, "Master Kurong, why be so rigid? Your unyielding spirit is truly admirable. I feel deeply apologetic that your precious scriptures were destroyed because of me, but fortunately, these scriptures cannot be mastered by one person alone, so whether they are destroyed or not makes little difference. I will take my leave now."

He turned slightly, and before Kurong and Benyin could reply, he suddenly reached out and grasped the pulse of Emperor Baoding's right wrist, saying, "My country's ruler has long admired Emperor Baoding's demeanor and is eager to meet him. Therefore, I request Your Majesty to grace us with your presence in Tibet."

This unexpected turn of events startled everyone. This sudden attack caught even Emperor Baoding, with his formidable martial arts skills, off guard, as the monk seized the "Lieque" and "Pianli" acupoints on his wrist. Emperor Baoding frantically channeled his inner energy to strike his acupoints, attempting seven times in an instant, but still could not break free. Benyin and the others felt that Kumārajīva's move was utterly despicable, far below the standards of a top master, but they were filled with rage and had no way to save him. With Emperor Baoding's vital points sealed, he could be killed at any moment.

Master Kurong laughed and said, "He was formerly Emperor Baoding, but has now abdicated and become a monk, his Dharma name is Benchen. Benchen, since the King of Tubo wants to see you, you might as well go."

Emperor Baoding had no choice but to reply, "Yes!"

He knew Master Kurong's intention. Kumārajīva considered him the ruler of a nation, and capturing him was a valuable asset. But if he believed that he had abdicated and become a monk, and that he was merely a monk from Tianlong Temple, then he was insignificant and might be released.

Since Kumārajīva entered the Muni Hall, Emperor Baoding had remained silent and showed no unusual behavior. However, to wield the Six Meridians Divine Sword, even though it was only one of the six swords, required a first-rate martial arts master with exceptionally profound internal strength. Everyone in the martial arts world knew which masters were first-rate. Kumārajīva had come prepared, having thoroughly inquired about the appearances and ages of the Dali Duan family and the monks and laypeople of Tianlong Temple. He had also discerned about their temperaments, habits, and martial arts skills. He knew that besides Master Kurong, there were four other masters in Tianlong Temple, and now suddenly a new one, 'Benchen,' had appeared. He had never heard of this person before, yet his internal strength was in no way inferior to the other four monks of the 'Ben' generation. Seeing his dignified and imposing demeanor, filled with an air of wealth and honor, he guessed that he was Emperor Baoding. Upon hearing Master Kurong say that he had "abdicated to become a monk," Kumārajīva's heart stirred:

"I have long heard that the emperors of the Dali Duan family often abdicated to become monks. It is not surprising that Emperor Baoding has become a monk at Tianlong Temple. However, when an emperor abdicates to become a monk, there must be a grand ceremony throughout the country, with food offerings to monks, worship of Buddha, construction of pagodas and temples. It will surely cause a sensation and will not be so obscure. When the Tubo Kingdom learns of this, it will also send envoys to Dali to congratulate the new emperor on his ascension to the throne. There is something fishy about this." He then said,

"Whether Emperor Baoding has become a monk or not, please come to Tubo for a visit and pay homage to our king." Saying this, he pulled Emperor Baoding and stepped out the door.

Benyin shouted, "Wait!"

He swayed and blocked the doorway with Benyin. Kumārajīva said, "This humble monk has no intention of harming Emperor Baoding, but if you all force me, I cannot worry about that." He

made a gesture with his right hand, aiming at Emperor Baoding's back. His 'Flaming Blade' palm strike was invincible. With Emperor Baoding's pulse points captured, he was completely at the mercy of the enemy, utterly powerless to resist. If the monks of Tianlong Temple were to attack together, they would be hesitant, fearing the consequences, and they had no chance of victory. However, Benyin and the others hesitated. Emperor Baoding was

the ruler of the Dali Kingdom; how could they allow the enemy to take him hostage?

Kumārajīva shouted, "I have long admired the great names of the eminent monks of Tianlong Temple, but I did not expect that even on such a small matter, they would be so fussy and childish. Please make way!"

Duan Yu had been very anxious since he saw his uncle being held hostage. At first, he thought that his uncle's martial arts were so high that he had nothing to fear, and he would just endure it for the time being and escape when the time was right. However, the more he looked, the more something seemed amiss. Kumārajīva's tone and expression were arrogant, while Benyin, Benguan, and the others looked anxious, angry, and helpless. Seeing Kumārajīva grabbing Emperor Baoding's wrist and leading him step by step towards the door, Duan Yu, in a panic, didn't think twice and shouted, "Hey, let go of my uncle!" He then stepped out from in front of Master Kurong.

Kumārajīva had already seen someone hiding in front of Master Kurong, but had been wondering who this person was and what their purpose was. Now, seeing him walk out, he wanted to know the reason and turned back to ask, "Who is Your Excellency?"

Duan Yu said,

"Don't ask me who I am, let go of my uncle first." He stretched out his right hand and grabbed Emperor Baoding's left hand.

Emperor Baoding said,

"Yu'er, don't mind me, quickly ask your father to ascend the throne and inherit the great treasure. I am just an old monk living a carefree life,

what is there to mention?"

Duan Yu pulled hard on Emperor Baoding's wrist, shouting,

"Let go of my uncle!" He pressed his thumb's Shaoshang acupoint against the acupoint on Emperor Baoding's wrist. With this force, Emperor Baoding's whole body trembled, and he immediately felt his internal energy leaking out. At the same time, Kumārajīva also felt his true energy rapidly gushing out, and his expression changed drastically. He thought to himself,

"How did the Dali Duan family learn the 'Dissolving Power Technique'?"

He immediately gathered his energy and tried to resist this insidious and evil technique. Emperor Baoding suddenly felt a fierce force pulling outward from each of his hands. He immediately used the "borrowing force to strike" technique to direct the two forces towards each other. As the two forces clashed, he found himself caught in the middle, his hands finding no resistance. With a wave of his hand, he broke free from Kumārajīva's grasp, and with Duan Yu in tow, he retreated gracefully, inwardly exclaiming,

"I am ashamed! I am truly grateful for Yu'er's rescue today."

Kumārajīva was genuinely astonished, thinking,

"Another great master has emerged in the martial arts world of the Central Plains. How could I have been completely unaware of him? This person is so young, only in his early twenties, how can he possess such cultivation? This person calls the Emperor of Baoding 'Uncle,' so he must be a member of the younger generation of the Dali Duan family." He

then slowly nodded and said:

"This humble monk always thought the Duan family of Dali were so focused on their ancestral arts that they had no time for anything else. Little did I know that their shrewd descendants would befriend the Starry Sky Elder and study the 'Dissolving Power Technique,' a strange and unusual martial art!"

Though he was learned and wise, he also mistakenly believed that Duan Yu's "Northern Darkness Divine Skill" was the "Dissolving Power Technique." However, out of respect for his

status, he refused to speak ill of Duan Yu, and thus referred to the Starry Sky Elder as "Old Man." Martial arts practitioners all called the "Dissolving Power Technique" a demonic and evil art, but he called it an "unusual martial art." After their exchange just now, he estimated that Duan Yu's internal strength was no less than that of the Starry Sky Elder Ding Chunqiu, and that he was not a disciple of the old monster Ding Chunqiu who had passed on his skills. Therefore, he used the word "befriended."

Emperor Baoding sneered, "I have long admired the Great Wheel King's wisdom and extraordinary insight, yet he utters such absurd words. The Starry Constellation Old Monster is skilled in cunning ambushes and despicable acts; how could my Duan family disciples have any connection with him?"

Kumārajīva was taken aback, his face slightly flushed. The Emperor Baoding's words, "cunning ambushes and despicable acts," clearly referred to his earlier actions. Duan Yu said,

"The Great Wheel King is a guest from afar, and Tianlong Temple has treated him with courtesy, yet you dared to offend my uncle. We have only been

accommodating because we are all Buddhist disciples, but you have become even more arrogant. Among monks, who adheres to the rules as strictly as the Great Wheel King?"

Hearing Duan Yu's righteous rebuke, everyone secretly rejoiced, while simultaneously remaining vigilant, fearing that Kumārajīva, angered by his predicament, might suddenly attack Duan Yu.

Unexpectedly, Kumārajīva remained calm and said,

"It is my great fortune to meet such a sage today. Please do not hesitate to teach me a few moves so that I may improve." Duan Yu replied, "I know no martial arts and have never learned any." Kumārajīva laughed,

"Excellent, excellent.

I will take my leave !" He slightly turned his body, and with a flick of his sleeve, his hand emerged from under the sleeve, unleashing four moves of the 'Flaming Blade' simultaneously towards Duan Yu. The enemy's most powerful move struck suddenly, and Duan Yu was completely unaware. Emperor Baoding and Benxiang simultaneously extended two fingers, blocking the four moves of the 'Flaming Blade,' but under the sudden impact of Kumārajīva's extremely strong internal energy, their bodies swayed. Benxiang even coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Seeing that the true form was spitting blood, Duan Yu realized that Kumārajīva had launched another sneak attack. Enraged, he pointed at Kumārajīva's nose and cursed, "You unreasonable foreign monk!" With a forceful flick of his right index finger, his mind and energy flowed in unison, naturally unleashing a move from the 'Shangyang Sword' technique. His internal strength was unmatched in the world; having just witnessed the Six Meridians Divine Sword manual and the seven monks' battle with invisible swords before Master Kurong, his finger strike had unconsciously aligned with the manual. With a hissing sound, an incomparably powerful internal force shot towards Kumārajīva.

Kumārajīva was startled and hastily parried with his 'Flaming Blade'. Duan Yu's move greatly surprised Kumārajīva, as did Kurong, Benyin, and the others. Among them, Emperor Baoding and Duan Yu themselves were the most astonished. Duan Yu thought to himself,

"This is extremely strange. Why is this monk so focused on blocking my point when I just casually pointed? Ah, ah, it must be because my finger-pointing posture is correct, and this monk thinks I can use the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

Haha, if that's the case, I'll give him a scare." He shouted,

"This Shangyang sword skill is nothing to brag about! I'll show you a few moves of the Zhongchong sword technique." As he spoke, he pointed with his middle finger. But although his technique was correct, this time there was no internal energy accompanying it; it was just a hollow point in mid-air, completely ineffective.

Seeing the man point his middle finger, Kumārajīva immediately braced himself to meet it, but to his surprise, the man's finger strike was completely powerless. He thought the man was feinting and had a hidden trick up his sleeve. When the man pointed again, it was still empty and hollow. Kumārajīva couldn't help but chuckle to himself, "I wondered how anyone in the world could be proficient in both the Shangyang Sword and the Zhongchong Sword? Sure enough, this kid's bluff was intimidating, and I've given him a fright."

Having suffered several somersaults at Tianlong Temple, he thought that if he didn't show his strength, the reputation of the Great Wheel King would be greatly damaged. So, he immediately slashed left and right with his left palm, using his internal energy to block the path of Emperor Baoding and his men to come to their aid. Then, he slashed out with his right palm, aiming straight for Duan Yu's right shoulder. This move, 'White Rainbow Piercing the Sun,' was a masterpiece of his 'Flame Saber' technique, and he was about to dislocate Duan Yu's right shoulder in one strike. Although the "Flame Blade" bears the word "flame" in its name, it has no heat whatsoever. Instead, it's merely an invisible force, imperceptible to anyone without profound internal strength and keen senses. Emperor Baoding, Benyin, and Bencan cried out in unison,

"Be careful!"

Each pointed a finger at Kumārajīva. Their attack was a superior martial art, a strike forced upon the enemy by force. However, Kumārajīva had first sealed his vital points with internal energy, and his blade, undeterred, continued its straight downward strike. Hearing the gasps of Emperor Baoding and the others, Duan Yu knew something was wrong. He simultaneously unleashed his power with both hands. Panicked, his true energy surged forth. His right hand wielded the Shaochong sword, and his left the Shaoze sword, both simultaneously parrying the Flame Blade's attack. The remaining force, with a hissing sound, launched a counterattack against Kumārajīva. Kumārajīva, with no time to think, used his left hand to block the attack. After delivering those few thrusts, Duan Yu vaguely realized that he needed to first concentrate his mind before unleashing his inner energy, but he couldn't understand why. He flicked his middle finger, unleashing the Zhongchong Sword Technique again. In an instant, the six sword techniques he had just seen in the manual surged into his mind, his ten fingers flashing back and forth in an endless stream. Kumārajīva was greatly alarmed, desperately channeling his inner energy to resist. Sword energy crisscrossed the small room, blade energy danced, as if countless thunderbolts and gales were colliding and surging. After fighting for a while, Kumārajīva felt that his opponent's inner energy was growing stronger, and his swordsmanship was unpredictable, constantly innovating, quite different from the rigid sword techniques of Benyin, Benxiang, and others, making him truly unpredictable. He was unaware that Duan Yu couldn't remember the many complex moves of the six sword techniques; he was merely thrusting randomly in a moment of crisis—how could he be creating new moves? Shocked and regretful, he thought, "How could such a young master be hiding in Tianlong Temple? I've truly brought this humiliation upon myself." Suddenly, he slashed three times with a series of sharp, sweeping blows, shouting, "Stop!"

However, Duan Yu's inner energy couldn't be freely controlled. Hearing Kumārajīva shout "Stop!", he didn't know how to withdraw his inner strength. He could only raise his finger and point towards the roof, thinking, "I shouldn't have used my energy anymore. Let's hear what he has to say!"

Seeing the bewildered look on Duan Yu's face, and his clumsy attempts to withdraw his inner energy, Kumārajīva, with a slight thought, leaped forward and punched him in the face. Duan Yu had only learned the Six Meridians Divine Sword, the most profound martial art, through a series of fortuitous events; he knew nothing of ordinary fist, foot, or weapon skills. Kumārajīva's punch concealed seven or eight moves behind it, and was originally a very skillful fist technique, but compared to the "Flaming Blade" which used inner energy to injure, the difference in depth and difficulty was immense. It cannot be measured by mere numbers. Normally, no skill or knowledge in the world has an inherently deeper or shallower level, a more difficult or easier one, but Duan Yu's martial arts are an exception. Seeing Kumārajīva's punch coming, he clumsily stretched out his arm to block. Kumārajīva's right palm flipped over and seized Duan Yu's "Shenfeng" acupoint on his chest. Duan Yu immediately felt weak all over and couldn't move.

The Shenfeng acupoint belongs to the "Foot Shaoyin Kidney Meridian," and in the Beiming Divine Art, he had only practiced one branch, the "Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian," this one he had never practiced before. Therefore, he couldn't rely on the "Divine Sealing Acupoints" to absorb Kumārajīva's internal energy and force him to withdraw.

Although Kumārajīva had already noticed a significant flaw in Duan Yu's martial arts and realized he couldn't immediately defeat him with his Six Meridians Divine Sword, he wanted to use another advanced martial art to defeat him. However, he never expected that he could capture him so easily. He was even afraid that Duan Yu was deliberately feigning and had other tricks up his sleeve. As soon as he seized Kumārajīva's "Divine Sealing Acupoints," he immediately extended his fingers to strike his "Extreme Spring," "Great Spine," and "Capital Gate." Several major acupoints. Duan Yu had never practiced any of the meridians associated with these acupoints.

Kumārajīva pulled Duan Yu back three steps, glancing around at everyone in the hall. Wu Long also took the opportunity to sized up Kumārajīva, noting that he was not yet fifty years old, dressed in simple clothes and straw sandals, his face radiant, with a faint, luminous glow, like a bright jewel, naturally shining. He truly looked like a highly virtuous and enlightened monk; it was unimaginable that he was such a despicable and shameless person. Kumārajīva said,

"This young benefactor remembers the diagram of the Six Meridians Divine Sword. The original diagram was burned by Master Kurong, but you are the living diagram. Burning you alive at Mr. Murong's tomb would be the same." With a flick of his left palm, he swiftly unleashed five consecutive slashes. A quick glance revealed the small golden box he had brought, along with the three copies of the *Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts* handwritten by Murong Bo. Realizing he couldn't take them with him now that he was in a hurry to leave, but not wanting to let the monks of Tianlong Temple benefit from them, he raised his hand again and slashed three more times at the three books on the golden box. Then, he

grabbed Duan Yu and retreated outside the Muni Hall. The speed of Kumārajīva's Flaming Blade was incredibly fast; the air currents created by the blade's energy rapidly approached. Wu Long's heart stirred, and he activated the Crane-Capturing Skill. A suction force instantly drew one of the manuals away.

With three sharp "clangs," the remaining two books were struck by Kumārajīva's three blade strikes, turning into fragments that drifted down into the air. Even the small golden box below was shattered into three pieces by these three strikes. Emperor Baoding and Benyin... The five men had already reached the entrance of the Muni Hall to pursue Kumārajīva, but were blocked by his Flaming Blade. They were each using their One-Finger Divine Skill to rush outwards, but couldn't break through his invisible blade net. Meanwhile, Master Kurong remained seated facing east, unmoved. Seeing that no one had noticed his actions, Wu Long breathed a sigh of relief, then, without even looking at the book, he put it in his robes and stood up, using his Storm Movement Technique to head towards the door.

At this moment, Kumārajīva had already taken Duan Yu outside the Muni Hall and thrown him to the nine men he had brought guarding the entrance. The nine men had already taken Duan Yu and escaped through the woods outside the Muni Hall. Kumārajīva then turned back and used his "Flaming Blade" to block the pursuit of Emperor Baoding and his men, slashing repeatedly towards the entrance of the Muni Hall.

Kumārajīva then heard the sound of hooves, knowing that his nine subordinates had taken Duan Yu north, and laughed loudly, saying, "Burning the dead manual has yielded the living manual." Mr. Murong has someone to keep him company in the afterlife, so he doesn't feel lonely at all! "Having said that, he slashed diagonally with his right palm, and with a cracking sound, he knocked down two pillars of the Muni Hall. His body swayed slightly, and he dashed into the forest like a wisp of smoke, disappearing in an instant.

Part One: Fallen Heavenly Dragon World, Chapter Twenty-One: Fighting the

Foreign Monk. This was a remote, desolate mountain in the Heavenly Dragon Mountains. A monk wearing a yellow robe, not yet fifty years old, dressed in straw sandals, still had a radiant face with a faint glow. The yellow-robed monk was carrying a handsome scholar, running quickly along the road at a speed no less than that of a steed. Suddenly, he stopped, because a man in black clothes with strange short hair stood in front of him. The handsome scholar saw the young man in black and quickly winked at him, thinking to himself:

"I didn't expect to run into Brother Wu Long here. This foreign monk who pretends to be deaf and mute beside me is highly skilled in martial arts and has a vicious heart. If he knows that Brother Wu Long has suddenly greeted me, he might kill me to silence me." "

These two are Duan Yu and Kumārajīva. Standing in front is Wu Long. Although Duan Yu had only met Wu Long once, Wu Long's appearance was too distinctive, and with his good memory, he recognized him immediately. Wu Long had been using his Storm Movement Technique to closely follow Kumārajīva. Just as described in the book, after his nine subordinates lured away the experts from Tianlong Temple, he deliberately led Duan Yu in circles within Dali territory, with Wu Long leading the way, waiting for his arrival.

Wu Long ignored the constant stares from Duan Yu and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Duan Yu, saying,

'Brother Duan, it's been a long time.' As soon as he spoke, Duan Yu thought: Oh no!

On the other hand, Kumārajīva, seeing the expressions of the two and noticing the look in Duan Yu's eyes, had suspected that the two knew each other, and sure enough, he was right. He thought to himself, this person is so unpredictable, appearing in this desolate wilderness. I'm afraid he'll cause trouble later. It's better to deal with him now."

With a surge of killing intent, Kumārajīva's palms moved as if holding a sphere, channeling his inner energy. A wisp of green smoke slowly approached Wu Long. This move was Kumārajīva's ultimate technique—the "Flame Blade." Its trajectory was ethereal and unpredictable, yet capable of killing without a trace. It was truly formidable. This time, he was determined to succeed, and his attack was ruthless, using seventy percent of his power.

From the beginning, Wu Long had been watching Kumārajīva closely. As expected, this monk was too ambitious, actually resorting to violence for Duan Yu's "Living Book." Although the "Flame Blade" was extremely fast, Wu Long was even faster. He lightly pushed off the ground with his legs, flying backward like a wisp of smoke.

"Huh?" Kumārajīva hadn't expected this young man to be able to dodge his attack with seventy percent of his power. Seeing Wu Long's lightness skill as he floated on the ground, he was even more astonished, thinking that there were indeed many capable people in the Central Plains. With a light touch of his right hand on Duan Yu's "Divine Sealing Acupoint," Duan Yu felt his whole body go weak and couldn't move. Kumārajīva had little time to pay attention to Duan Yu, as Wu Long had already launched a swift and powerful kick at him. Kumārajīva parried, but immediately felt a sharp pain in his right hand. Before he could even retaliate, Wu Long swept in with another kick. Having lost the initiative, Kumārajīva could only dodge continuously, searching for an opportunity to strike again. Although Wu Long's skill was far inferior to Kumārajīva's, his physical strength was even more terrifying than that of ordinary martial arts masters. He inverted his body, supporting himself only on his left hand, and his legs swept relentlessly at Kumārajīva like lightning. His legs instantly became two blurry black shadows, each kick sending dust flying into the air.

Under such a high-frequency attack, Kumārajīva secretly groaned. He felt that Wu Long's leg techniques were wide and powerful, with many openings, but they were also extremely fast. By the time he tried to hit one of the openings, Wu Long had already changed his move. This was Wu Long's martial arts philosophy: "In all martial arts, speed is the only way to break through." Under such a powerful and frequent offensive, there was simply no chance to retaliate. He could only dodge and defend, retreating repeatedly, his defense impenetrable. Both were going head-to-head, Wu Long's fists raining down furious blows, his legs moving unpredictably and with lightning speed; his movements grew faster and faster. Kumārajīva had never encountered such a fighting style before, and was forced into a passive defensive posture. The explosive sounds between them grew increasingly frequent, their figures gradually blurring, indistinguishable from one another, like two highly destructive tornadoes locked in a fierce struggle, chasing each other, the powerful gusts of wind whipping up dust that filled the air around them.

Suddenly, Wu Long smiled, his left hand pressing down on the ground, his entire body springing into the air, spinning back and forth. At this moment, Wu Long was using both hands and feet. With a series of crackling sounds, Kumārajīva wished he had four hands. He had just blocked Wu Long's leg attacks when his fists appeared, making it impossible to defend against. Just as Kumārajīva was gradually adapting to Wu Long's speed, Wu Long suddenly unleashed a punch from the hazy dust. This punch was even faster than the previous ones. Kumārajīva instinctively tried to block but missed. With a loud "bang," the black lightning-fast kick landed solidly on Kumārajīva's chest, which he couldn't dodge in time.

Kumārajīva's body was launched like a cannonball. Well done, Kumārajīva! As expected of a first-rate master, he twisted in mid-air and landed. Although he landed a little unsteadily, Wu Long knew clearly that this kick, delivered with all his strength, could even crack rocks. In truth, Kumārajīva was suffering in silence. This kick had indeed caused him internal injuries, but being a proud man, he swallowed the blood he was about to vomit.

Kumārajīva activated his inner strength and immediately felt much better. Now he was really serious. He channeled all his inner strength, and his monk's robes billowed up like an inflating balloon. He then struck Wu Long with both palms. Wu Long had succeeded before because Kumārajīva hadn't expected him to be so fast. This time, Kumārajīva used "Flame Blade" with both palms, and it was Wu Long's turn to dodge.

Seeing the crisscrossing blade energy and the flying blade force, Wu Long was like a small boat in a storm, swaying precariously, as if one wrong move would sink him. After a while, Wu Long felt that his opponent's internal energy was getting stronger and stronger, and his swordsmanship was becoming more unpredictable. In fact, this was the power of the Flaming Blade created by Kumārajīva, which became stronger and stronger as it progressed. Wu Long

was unarmed, and since he had only fought Yun Zhonghe and Situ Xuan in Tianlong, he was not yet used to this kind of combat, let alone the internal energy that was projected outwards. Fortunately, he possessed the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), which allowed him to dodge in time; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable. After fighting for a while, Wu Long thought that there would be no winner even if they continued to fight. With a change of mind, he stepped out of the range of the blade energy and flashed to Duan Yu's side in front of Kumārajīva. Just as he was about to lift the latter's body, a "Flaming Blade" came rushing towards him. A fierce gust of air swept in, and almost instinctively, he appeared more than two meters in the air in an instant. A shrill whistling gust of air passed beneath him, causing strong turbulent fluctuations in the air. Then, a thunderous boom resounded behind Wu Long.

Both of them stopped fighting. Wu Long landed from the air with lingering fear, looking back at the slowly dissipating dust. Wu Long thought to himself, "That's enough," and then sprang away like lightning, leaving behind only Wu Long's excited and loud voice:

"Haha, that was indeed exhilarating! See you next time."

Hearing Wu Long's lingering voice, Kumārajīva stood there dumbfounded, thinking that he had thought his martial arts were virtually unmatched in the world, but who knew that he had been toyed with by a young man today? A sense of dejection rose within him, and his back looked so lonely in the sunlight.

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Chapter 22 of the first part of the Fallen Heavenly Dragon World: Mature Woman

and Young Girl) Wu Long and Kumārajīva finished their fight and left, leaving the disheartened Kumārajīva behind. Kumārajīva felt a growing sense of despondency. Although he was a Buddhist monk, since practicing martial arts, his competitive spirit had intensified. He constantly sought out the ultimate techniques and secrets of the martial arts world, believing that having many skills wouldn't be a burden. However, this violated the three major Buddhist precepts of greed, anger, and ignorance.

Why has the Shaolin School been the leading martial arts school in the Central Plains for thousands of years? The true reason is that Shaolin martial arts have integrated the profound Buddhist culture. It uses Buddhist culture to elevate the quality of Shaolin martial arts, imbuing purely combat-oriented martial arts with the spirit of Zen. Therefore, the reason Shaolin truly became the number one school in the Central Plains is not merely the proficiency of its martial arts, but the fusion of martial arts and Zen. The characteristic of Shaolin martial arts is the unity of martial arts and Zen, a unified spirit; therefore, Shaolin monks must first study Buddhist teachings before learning martial arts. If one's martial arts skills lack the Buddhist intent to neutralize them, they will gradually develop into hidden ailments. Kumārajīva possessed the Lesser Formless Skill and was also proficient in the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts. Although the Lesser Formless Skill could neutralize the different forces of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts, it was only a temporary solution. Over time, the internal energies throughout his body would clash, leading to his body exploding and death.

Now, stimulated by Wu Long, Kumārajīva's obsession deepened, and he began to lose control of his internal energy, which constantly surged within his meridians. With a "thud," the clash of internal energies, coupled with his unhealed internal injuries, caused Kumārajīva to cough up a mouthful of blood, all of it spraying onto Duan Yu. The latter, seeing this, had no idea that Kumārajīva was about to suffer a qi deviation and could only scream in pain.

This shout, however, made Kumārajīva think of something amidst the chaos. Although he was seriously injured, his skills hadn't diminished much. He grabbed Duan Yu by the neck, his eyes red, and shouted, "Quickly write down the complete text and diagrams of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, write it down quickly~~~" Then, as if talking to himself, he said, "Once I learn this number one sword technique in the world, who in the world can defeat me? I will be the number one master in the world, hahaha~~~~~~~" After saying that, he burst into laughter. With his mouth full of blood and his crazed appearance, he was nothing like the high-ranking Buddhist monk he usually was.

Duan Yu dared not look at Kumārajīva's terrifying appearance. He thought to himself that Kumārajīva had first ambushed Emperor Baoding, then captured him; his methods were anything but honorable. He had used countless tricks to evade pursuit, showing no regard for the lives of his nine subordinates. His treacherous and ruthless nature was unmistakable. The Sea Crocodile God and the other "Four Evils" were clearly villains, far superior in character to this Tibetan monk masquerading as a "holy monk." But if he were to master the Six Meridian Divine Sword, wouldn't he wreak havoc everywhere? Moreover, the Six Meridian Divine Sword was a treasure of the Duan family; it could not be revealed to others. Thinking of this, Duan Yu was afraid, but he still shook his head and said, "No! You envy my Duan family's Six Meridians Divine Sword Technique and want to force me to write it down for you. I can't do that."

Kumārajīva's eyes blazed with red light, a prelude to going into a qi deviation. He stared at Duan Yu fiercely and said, "Will you tell me or not!" He raised his palm, as if he would really strike Duan Yu down if he didn't write it down.

Duan Yu, that bookworm, might listen if you tried to reason with him, but if you tried to force him, his stubborn temper would kick in. Sure enough, after hearing Kumārajīva's threat, he thought, "Even if I die, I can't let the Duan family's prestige be tarnished." So he raised his chin and said, "Kill me then! If you kill me, I won't get the Six Meridians Divine Sword!" In the end, Duan Yu still left himself a way out.

If he were lucid, Kumārajīva certainly wouldn't actually do it, but at this moment, he was mentally deranged and on the verge of qi deviation. Hearing this only added fuel to the fire. Kumārajīva immediately channeled all his strength into his palm, striking Duan Yu's acupoint at the center of his chest.

Duan Yu thought to himself, "My life is over!" Little did Duan Yu know that when Kumārajīva struck him with all his might in the chest, although it was initially extremely painful, like being bitten by thousands of ants all over his body, the agony quickly subsided. He felt Kumārajīva's internal energy flowing continuously into his Tanzhong acupoint, then circulating through other acupoints, leaving a tingling, numbing sensation wherever the energy passed

. Ignoring the disappearance of the internal energy, Kumārajīva immediately intensified his power, this time causing it to vanish even faster, followed by a torrent of internal energy gushing out of his body.

Only then was Kumārajīva awakened, his face paling with shock. He swiftly thrust his right palm out, forcefully shoving Duan Yu's shoulder. Duan Yu cried out and fell to the grass. Fortunately, Duan Yu had absorbed a small portion of Kumārajīva's internal energy this time; otherwise, Kumārajīva would have suffered a qi deviation.

After falling to the ground, Duan Yu surprisingly found himself able to move again, unaware that the internal energy he had absorbed from Kumārajīva had released his "Divine Sealing Acupoint." Thinking to himself, "If I use my 'Lingbo Weibu' now, this monk, injured internally, will surely be unable to catch me." He quickly got up and used his mysterious footwork to leave swiftly.

Kumārajīva was still shaken by the near-demonic state he had just suffered. He had been injured repeatedly by the Six Meridians Divine Sword, and Duan Yu had absorbed a small portion of his internal energy. Seeing Duan Yu escape now only made him roar with anger. However, he couldn't ignore his internal injuries and had to wait until he recovered before giving chase. Fortunately, Duan Yu was fleeing eastward, heading in the same direction as Suzhou.

Wu Long hadn't expected the situation to change so drastically. He was meditating on a tree, thinking,

"The Flaming Blade is incredibly powerful. If we continue fighting, I'll definitely be seriously injured. Internal energy combat certainly has an advantage that hand-to-hand combat can't match."

Wu Long left at the crucial moment. Although it seemed extremely easy to Kumārajīva, Wu Long still suffered a minor internal injury. As dusk approached, Wu Long awoke from his seat. His internal injuries were fully healed, and he even seemed to have improved somewhat. His fight with Kumārajīva had given him a better understanding of the external application of qi in combat. To Wu Long's surprise, although his internal energy of the True Sun Fire was powerful, it seemed to be bound by something within his body, unable to be released externally. He hadn't had a chance to use the Void Breaking Technique he had previously comprehended. It seemed that while the Void Breaking Technique was powerful, it had great limitations. "I need to comprehend a technique that allows for long-range attacks," Wu Long pondered for a long time. Seeing that it was getting late and remembering that Zhong Ling and the other two women were still waiting for him, Wu Long immediately used his Storm Lightness Skill to head towards Dali.

When he arrived at the inn, he found that only Zhong Ling was waiting for him. After asking, he learned that half an hour earlier, Qin Hongmian, the Asura Blade, had come and taken Mu Wanqing to the Zhennan Prince's Mansion. Zhong Ling had stayed behind to wait for him. Wu Long understood and led Zhong Ling towards the Zhennan Prince's Mansion.

Leaving the inn and turning east, they walked about two miles until they arrived at a grand mansion. Two

large flags , embroidered with the characters "Zhennan" and "Baoguo" respectively. The inscription above the gate read "Zhennan Prince's Mansion." The two used their lightness skills to enter the courtyard, where they saw a middle-aged man in brocade robes already engaged in combat with a woman in black. Beside him stood another woman in black. Wu Long guessed that the man was clearly Duan Zhengchun, and the woman in black was Qin Hongmian, though her back was turned, making her features unclear. However, a Daoist nun behind Duan Zhengchun caught Wu Long's attention.

In the dim light, this nun appeared dignified and beautiful, with an oval face, soft features, and a natural allure in her eyes and brows. Her cherry-red lips were even more captivating. Her hips swayed gently as she walked, revealing a stunning figure, curvaceous and alluring, which even the loose Daoist robe couldn't conceal. She looked extremely familiar. Wu Long's heart burned with desire. What a beautiful mature woman! This must be Dao Baifeng. Dao Baifeng was like a proud snow lotus in a secluded valley, pure and immaculate, yet intoxicatingly alluring. Wu Long's eyes gleamed, sharp as tigers, seemingly piercing through the layers of clothing Dao Baifeng wore to see the exquisite beauty within her body.

Dao Baifeng was a mature and alluring young woman. Although she had been cultivating and living a life of abstinence, it did not affect the perfection of her body; in fact, it made her even more sensual and arousing to men's fantasies. Her beautifully shaped, plump buttocks stood full and firm, her overall figure reaching a perfect state where any more would be too fat, any less too thin. Her face was also flawless; describing her as a celestial being would not be an exaggeration.

Time is like a strange machine; it can make many beauties fade, but it can also make some beauties more charming. Like Dao Baifeng, who hasn't aged despite the ravages of time; instead, she has been adorned by time, becoming a captivating and sexy woman. This mature and charming beauty is something younger women can't match or learn, especially since she's only about thirty-four years old this year, giving her a special aura that makes men want to cherish her. Even Wu Long, who is used to seeing so-called beauties in modern society, was stunned, which shows her extraordinary charm.

Mu Wanqing came with her master, "Yougu Ke," to settle scores with Duan Zhengchun. Since her master and Duan Zhengchun were fighting, she naturally couldn't intervene. Seeing that the Daoist nun seemed to be the enemy her master wanted to kill, she immediately raised her right arm, and two beams of black light shot towards Dao Baifeng. Dao Baifeng flicked her whisk, her inner strength focused, and easily deflected the two arrows. The two beams of light struck the wall with a clanging sound.

Duan Zhengchun already felt a sense of familiarity with the woman he had just fought. Upon seeing Mu Wanqing's archery technique, he immediately understood. He forced the woman back with a palm strike, jumped aside, his face a mixture of surprise and joy, and said in a trembling voice,

"Hongmian, Hongmian, is that you? I've missed you so much all these years!"

Qin Hongmian's heart had been in turmoil when she first saw Duan Zhengchun use the "Five Luo Light Smoke Palm" technique against her. She practiced this technique daily, so how could she not be familiar with it? Seeing her beloved use it now, she was dazed, as if transported back to those happy times, and could barely contain herself. Suddenly seeing him jump away and ask her with joy, she knew he had recognized her. She sighed deeply and removed her veil. Wu Long glanced at her again, and this time he saw Qin Hongmian's face clearly. She was also a stunning beauty, radiant and captivating, with a face that could launch a thousand ships, a high, firm bust, a slender waist, and fair skin. Every inch of her body exuded an alluring, mature feminine charm.

Duan Zhengchun was overjoyed to see that it was indeed Qin Hongmian and was about to pull her over, saying, "Hongmian, it really is you! It really is you!"

Qin Hongmian stepped aside, blocking Mu Wanqing, who was about to attack Duan Yu, and said, "Wan'er, take off your veil and let this heartless man see it."

Mu Wanqing said, "Master, didn't you say that I shouldn't let strange men see my face?" Qin Hongmian said angrily, "Take it off and let him see!" Mu Wanqing was stunned for a moment, then took off her veil.

Duan Zhengchun glanced at Mu Wanqing, his body trembling. He asked, "Hongmian, is this...this our daughter?" Mu Wanqing had a pointed chin, a fair and smooth complexion, without a single freckle. Her cherry-like mouth was delicate and well-proportioned, with thin lips and two rows of fine teeth like shattered jade. She was truly a stunning beauty. Wu Long was both amazed and regretful; he wasn't the first person to see Mu Wanqing's appearance, which was truly frustrating.

Qin Hongmian said angrily, "She has neither a father nor a mother." Mu Wanqing always listened to Qin Hongmian. Although she didn't know why her master had made her remove her veil, seeing Duan Zhengchun look at her and say she was his daughter, she was furious. She raised her hand and shot two arrows, saying, "Who is your daughter?"

Duan Zhengchun waved his hand, deflecting the two arrows. The two small arrows fell to the ground, their tips gleaming slightly blue, clearly poisoned. Duan Zhengchun looked at Mu Wanqing again, his voice excited: "She looks just like her! So much like her!"

He turned to Qin Hongmian and said, "Hongmian, don't leave this time. Let's stay together forever."

Qin Hongmian's eyes suddenly brightened, and she exclaimed joyfully, "You said we'll stay together forever, is that really true?"

Duan Zhengchun looked at Qin Hongmian and said, "Absolutely! Hongmian, I haven't stopped thinking about you for a single day!"

Qin Hongmian asked, "Can you bear to part with Dao Baifeng?" Duan Zhengchun hesitated, a troubled expression on his face. Qin Hongmian said, "If you pity our daughter, then come with me. You must never think of Dao Baifeng again, and you must never come back."

Dao Baifeng, listening from the side, didn't get angry, but only gave a soft hum. Mu Wanqing, hearing their exchange, felt a great deal of hesitation in her heart, thinking, "Is he really my father? Is my master really my mother?"

Duan Zhengchun said softly, "But I am the Prince of Zhennan of Dali Kingdom, in charge of all civil and military affairs. I can't leave even for a day..." Qin Hongmian said sharply, "You said this eighteen years ago, and you still say it today, eighteen years later. Duan Zhengchun, you heartless and unfaithful man, I... I hate you so much..."

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Qin Hongmian shouted, "Wan'er, shall we go?"

Mu Wanqing replied, "Yes!" and immediately prepared to fly away with Qin Hongmian.

Duan Zhengchun said, "Hongmian, are you really leaving me like this?" His words were filled with sorrow.

Qin Hongmian's voice suddenly softened as she said, "Brother Chun, you've been a prince for decades, it's time you had enough. Come with me. From now on, I will obey you in everything, and I will never dare to scold you or hit you again. Don't you cherish such a lovely daughter?"

Duan Zhengchun's heart stirred, and he blurted out, "Alright, I'll go with you!" Qin Hongmian was overjoyed and extended her right hand, waiting for him to shake it. At this moment, Dao Baifeng couldn't help but say,

"Duan Zhengchun, you don't feel sorry for Yu'er being captured by that evil monk, but are your old lover's tears more important than Yu'er?"

Duan Zhengchun was stunned, only then remembering that Duan Yu had been captured, and said,

"Hongmian, I... I'll be there when I find Yu'er~~"

"Enough! Stop talking. Of course, it's most important that Dao Baifeng gave you a son. Who told us we were so unlucky to only give you a daughter? Duan Zhengchun, I see through you."

With that, she didn't turn back, grabbed Mu Wanqing, and flew away using her light-footed skill. Hearing her words, Dao Baifeng's delicate brows furrowed slightly, her beautiful face suddenly darkening with pain and regret. Duan Zhengchun, preoccupied with Qin Hongmian and her daughter, didn't notice. Zhong Ling whispered to Wu Long,

"Brother Wu, the excitement's over. Let's go, or we won't be able to catch up with Sister Mu."

Wu Long snapped out of his reverie, glanced at Dao Baifeng again, then grabbed Zhong Ling's slender waist, used his Storm-Sweeping Body Technique, and instantly disappeared towards Mu Wanqing and her daughter. After only a few minutes of chasing, they saw a graceful figure sitting on a large rock, sobbing silently. Dressed in black and veiled, who could it be but Mu Wanqing? Zhong Ling gently nudged the dazed Wu Long, then pointed at Mu Wanqing, clearly indicating that he should comfort him.

Wu Long nodded, coughed lightly, and recited aloud:

"The long night is endless, I cannot sleep. I wonder why I have encountered you here, young lady!"

Hearing Wu Long's voice, Mu Wanqing suppressed her tears, and finding his words amusing, her depression lessened considerably. She chuckled and said,

"You lecherous scoundrel, so improper!" Speaking of the

word "proper," she suddenly thought of her father, who had indeed been improper, thus incurring so many romantic entanglements. It was bad enough that she only now knew who her parents were, but thinking of her mother, and the way her master had taught her since childhood, and her pitiful state, she couldn't help but feel heartbroken and shed tears. Seeing

her turn around and smile, only to suddenly burst into tears again, Wu Long knew he had probably stirred up her painful memories. He couldn't help but curse himself for not using his womanizing skills for so long; they had deteriorated considerably. He found a large rock nearby and sat down, speaking softly,

"Miss Mu, are you missing your mother? Alas, it's been so long since I've seen her." Thinking of his deceased mother, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. He lamented how, in his youth, he had relied on his martial arts skills to kill that纨绔 (spoiled young master) and ended up in exile in America.

Mu Wanqing remained silent, only sobbing softly. Earlier, when she had impulsively asked her mother if Duan Zhengchun was her father and if her master was her mother, Qin Hongmian, heartbroken and in a fit of anger, had slapped her and gone to a tavern to drink alone. Mu Wanqing felt deeply wronged and sat on the rock, weeping. The moonlight filtered through the sparse leaves, adding to the desolate atmosphere.

Wu Long was filled with rage; he longed to hold her in his arms and cherish her. He reached out towards Mu Wanqing's delicate body, but hesitated for a long time before touching her. Ultimately, not wanting to leave a bad impression on her, and finding Mu Wanqing's passionate and empathetic nature appealing, he was unwilling to force her in any way. So, with a long sigh, he lowered his hand, his voice filled with endless depression.

Hearing his long sigh, Mu Wanqing temporarily suppressed her own depression and coldly asked, "Why are you here to join in the fun when someone is heartbroken, and why are you sighing like that, disturbing their peace of mind!"

Wu Long smiled awkwardly, touched his hair, and said softly,

"Sigh, I know you're heartbroken, and I really want to comfort you, but I'm tongue-tied and don't know how to say nice things."

Mu Wanqing chuckled again,

"If you're tongue-tied, then there's no one in the world who can talk a good game. Just look at how you've fooled Zhong Ling so completely; she's only known you for seven or eight days longer than me."

Wu Long cried out in protest, and Zhong Ling couldn't help but chuckle, her face flushed red with a mixture of joy and shyness. Just then, the sound of fighting suddenly came from ahead, followed by a very familiar lewd laugh:

"I never thought I'd encounter such a wonderful woman, hehe, beauty, just give in to me."

"Damn it, shameless lecher! If I, Qin Hongmian, don't tear you to pieces, the name 'Shura Blade' will disappear from the martial world forever!"

Wu Long and the other two were startled and hurriedly said,

"It's your mother [Master]."

The lewd voice was obviously that of that bastard Yun Zhonghe. Without thinking, Wu Long grabbed the two women's slender waists and used his Storm Movement Technique to leap forward. Mu Wanqing felt a masculine aura coming towards her, her heart pounded, her cheeks flushed, and she was filled with shyness. Her originally bloodless face became even more beautiful.

When Wu Long arrived, he saw a man with an extremely lewd appearance and a body as thin as a bamboo pole, clearly not a good person, fighting with Qin Hongmian. Standing beside him was another woman, around thirty years old, dressed in a red gauze dress, her alluring figure vaguely visible. However, there were three bloody marks on each cheek, and a cold aura emanated from her eyes. Qin Hongmian's face was flushed, and Wu Long's keen senses detected a faint smell of alcohol on her. Her movements were somewhat erratic, clearly indicating she had drunk quite a bit while feeling distressed, but her alcohol tolerance was obviously low.

Yun Zhonghe chuckled, his steel claws regenerating, each strike aimed at Qin Hongmian's sensitive spots, further enraging her. With a flick of her wrist, several poisoned arrows shot swiftly towards Yun Zhonghe. If this had happened half a day ago, given the close proximity of Qin Hongmian to him, Yun Zhonghe would certainly not have been able to dodge these deadly poisoned arrows and would have undoubtedly died at her hands. But now, drunk, her skills were greatly diminished. Yun Zhonghe's steel claws swung rapidly, and the several short arrows he had fired simultaneously changed direction, reflecting off Qin Hongmian with lightning speed. Qin Hongmian could only cry out "Ouch!"; how could she possibly dodge in time?

Several small arrows whizzed past her head, neck, and sides, striking her simultaneously with a sharp crack, embedding themselves in the giant tree behind her. Qin Hongmian was terrified by this move; in her eyes, Yun Zhonghe was nothing more than a lowly lecherous thief. She never imagined he possessed such astonishing martial arts skills.

Just then, a cold snort rang out:

"Yun Zhonghe, it seems your bones have healed. This time, I'll shatter them all and see if you can recover." Three figures quickly appeared, attracting everyone's attention. It was none other than Wu Long and his two companions. Yun

Zhonghe saw Wu Long and knew his strength. Although his expression changed, he suddenly realized something but remained fearless, saying:

"Boy, I already gave you the beauty last time. Don't interfere again this time."

Mu Wanqing said from the side: "Yun Zhonghe, you lecherous thief, everyone should kill you!"

Yun Zhonghe looked at Mu Wanqing's beauty and was greatly moved. He smiled and said:

"Little girl, I didn't realize you were not only beautiful but also had a sharp tongue." "But let me tell you the truth, my eldest and third brothers are on their way here. If you know what's good for you, get out of the way. The four of us villains are invincible when we join forces."

At this moment, the woman in her thirties spoke up.

"Fourth brother, do you know them?"

Yun Zhonghe said,

"This is the kid who injured me. Today is the perfect day for revenge!"

Wu Long realized that this woman was Ye Erniang. He looked her over carefully and saw that although she had scratches on her face, she was still a stunning beauty. However, he couldn't have any designs on her for the time being. He said disdainfully,

"Release him and then obediently apologize to this young master, or you'll be in for a world of hurt."

Yun Zhonghe trembled with anger and said, "Boy, don't be so arrogant." Wu

Long took a deep breath, too lazy to waste any more words. His fingers slowly clenched into a fist, and with a light stomp of his right foot, he leaped into the air, like a seagull skimming across the sea, tracing a perfect, breathtaking arc. One foot, accompanied by a whistling sound, instantly arrived in front of Yun Zhonghe, his movements truly lightning fast.

Yun Zhonghe hadn't expected Wu Long to attack him so quickly. In the midst of the chaos, he reacted quickly, dodging to avoid a blow to the head.

"Bang, bang!" Two loud thuds echoed as Yun Zhonghe's shoulder was slammed hard. Although he avoided a fatal blow, Wu Long's attack, using only thirty percent of his power, still caused him excruciating pain. (

Chapter 24 of the first part of the Fallen Heavenly Dragon World: Fists Like Meteors

, Legs Like Axes) Yun Zhonghe hadn't expected Wu Long to attack him so quickly. In the midst of the chaos, he reacted quickly, dodging to avoid a blow to the head.

Two loud bangs echoed as Yun Zhonghe's shoulder was slammed hard. Although he avoided a fatal blow, Wu Long's attack, using only thirty percent of his strength, still caused him excruciating pain. He looked at Wu Long with some fear. Last time, Wu Long had broken several of his bones. Although he had received miraculous healing medicine, it wasn't a quick recovery, and his speed had been affected. He was at a disadvantage again in one move. Ye Erniang was startled and quickly shouted. With a flick of her right hand, she drew a weapon from her sleeve. It was gleaming and about three inches long—a steel spike. She swung it in a flourish in front of her chest and then made a feint towards Wu Long's left rib, targeting the "Phoenix Tail" acupoint. Then, with a slight tilt of her body, the gleaming light flashed as she aimed for the "Five Pivots" acupoint between his thigh and abdomen. Her movements were light and graceful, soft yet controlled. She struck Wu Long's acupoints—the Shenque in her abdomen, the Lingtai in her back, the Fengchi in her neck, and the Jiuwei in her sternum—with lightning speed, each strike accompanied by a hissing gust of wind. An ordinary expert would likely have been forced to defend herself awkwardly.

But Wu Long merely sneered. His body contained immense internal energy, making him unafraid of the profound acupoint striking techniques often considered advanced in martial arts. He had already discovered this during his sparring session with Gan Baobao in Wanjie Valley; with Ye Erniang's skill, Wu Long was not afraid of her steel spiked weapon. Therefore, he neither dodged nor evaded, nor did he use his most proficient fists and feet. Instead, he employed a rarely used technique—modern police weaponry. His grappling techniques were as swift as an eagle's leap and fall, advancing and retreating with lightning speed. Every claw strike was sure to crush bones and tendons, ruthless and vicious. He incorporated the thirty-six acupoint striking techniques taught by Gan Baobao, divided into twelve soft numbness points, twelve stun points, and twelve heavy points. Each move—picking, chopping, seizing, grabbing, tearing, pulling, coiling, hooking, sealing—was endlessly varied in its feints and real strikes. While this blend of ancient and modern boxing styles wasn't as lethal as Wu Long's steel fist and axe kicks, it was extremely effective at capturing opponents.

Ye Erniang now knew how formidable Wu Long was: swift as lightning, light as a swallow, immensely strong, ferocious as a leopard, agile as a monkey, and most terrifyingly, completely unafraid of her weapons. Even the water-splitting steel spikes, specifically designed to break external martial arts, couldn't pierce him. Half a sliver of skin was gone! Heavens, when has such a terrifying master appeared in the world?

Yun Zhonghe saw that Ye Erniang was already showing signs of defeat in just a few moves. His eyes flashed, and he saw the two women watching intently. He used his lightness skill to rush towards them. Wu Long, however, let out a cold shout. He had been watching Yun Zhonghe's movements for a long time. He immediately unleashed his Crane Control Skill, and an incomparably immense force made his body want to retreat. Mu Wanqing seized the opportunity, and with a sudden movement, two black beams shot towards Yun Zhonghe's throat. Yun Zhonghe's soul trembled, and his life was about to end! At this moment, the air rippled like waves, and two powerful bursts of energy shot towards the arrows. Clang! The two arrows exploded instantly.

"Little girl, what a vicious hidden weapon!"

Mu Wanqing was shocked. She hurriedly turned around and looked around, but found no one. She shouted, "Who's speaking?"

Looking around again, after searching twice, she finally spotted a man in green robes sitting on a rock a few feet to the right. The man was motionless, dressed in the same green robe as the rock, making him difficult to spot. He was an old man with a long beard reaching his chest, a dark face, and wide-open eyes staring intently at the river, unwavering. He seemed like a zombie, but upon closer inspection, his eyes were bright and piercing, and his face regained some color. Mu Wanqing shouted, "

Are you a human or a ghost?"

"I am naturally a human,"

came a boastful voice.

"Haha, Ye San Niang, your second brother has come to help you." Another

figure surged forward. Looking at the man, the first thing that caught the eye was his unusually large head,

a wide mouth revealing sharp white teeth, and small, round eyes, like two beans, yet they shone brightly. He glanced at Zhong Ling's face, and Zhong Ling couldn't help but shudder. He was of medium build, with a thick upper body and thin lower limbs, and a bush of bristly beard like a steel brush, each hair like a spear. It was impossible to tell how old he was. He wore a yellow robe, only knee-length, made of the finest brocade, quite luxurious, but his lower body was clad in coarse cloth trousers, filthy and tattered, their color indistinguishable. His ten fingers were long and sharp, like chicken claws. Duan Yu initially thought the man was ugly, but the more he looked, the more he realized that his features, physique, and even his clothing were all extremely inappropriate.

This man was none other than Yue Laosan, one of the Four Evils, the 'South Sea Crocodile God'. Yue Laosan's gaze lingered on Mu Wanqing for a moment before he shouted:

"It's you? My disciple, Sun Sanba, did he want to see your face and thus kill you?"

Mu Wanqing also understood his identity and coldly replied:

"You know your disciple's temper. If he only learns one tenth of your skills, I won't be able to kill him." The South Sea Crocodile God nodded and said:

"That makes sense." "But remembering the rules of his lineage—one disciple, one master—the death of Sun Sanba meant that over ten years of dedicated training and instruction had vanished. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He roared,

'***!'

His face suddenly turned ashen, his expression twisted and terrifying. Zhong Lingjun was horrified. He heard him shout,

'I will avenge my disciple!'"

Seeing that the other three had arrived, Wu Long dared not hold back. His right hand, fingers curled into a claw, was taut from wrist to finger bones, his flesh and blood transforming into a steel claw in an instant. With a short, sharp whistle, he swiftly grabbed at Ye Erniang's left shoulder, his attack fierce and relentless, aiming for a decisive blow. Ye Erniang was taken aback and immediately unleashed her full power, slashing at Wu Long's chest with sharp energy. Wu Long's left hand reached for the incredibly fast thrust aimed at his chest, while his right claw, which was attacking Ye Erniang's left shoulder, deftly twisted mid-air, blocking her opponent's left palm. In the clash of their internal energies, Ye Erniang was immediately at a disadvantage, feeling as if her opponent possessed the power of a dragon and an elephant, and her body was sent flying.

At the same time, Wu Long shouted,

"Yue Laosan, do you dare to fight your grandfather!"

Yue Laosan, seeing Ye Erniang suddenly knocked away and hearing Wu Long's words, roared in fury,

"Bullshit! Do you think I, Yue Laosan, am afraid of you? Watch me cut your head off!"

He then drew his weapon. Seemingly arrogant, he was actually very cautious. Seeing that Yun Zhonghe and Ye Erniang were no match for Wu Long, he dared not underestimate him. Wu Long didn't say much either, because with Duan Yanqing, a top-tier expert, watching closely, he wanted a quick victory. He

unleashed his grappling techniques, his claws powerful and fierce, tearing through the air. His hands struck alternately, his figure transforming into a raging dragon, rising and falling, spinning with lightning speed, his energy soaring and overflowing, exceptionally domineering. Yue Laosan used scissors as a knife, and a strong and fierce knife intent arose with the momentum, cutting through the air. Each slash was wide and sweeping, full of domineering momentum that could not be turned back, making people feel that he was unstoppable and difficult to defeat. However, his body appeared graceful and beautiful, and he was exceptionally agile. He combined light and nimble movements with heavy knife skills, which showed that he was indeed unique in his kung fu.

In the heat of their battle, their figures blurred into indistinct shapes. Two agile figures leaped and dodged, attacking and blocking with incredible ferocity, exchanging three or four blows in an instant. The chilling energy generated by their clash swirled and lingered in the air, forcing the crowd to clear a large open space.

Wu Long suddenly soared into the air, reaching a height of five meters. He gathered his inner energy, and with a roar, "Yaha!", he executed a difficult spinning axe kick high in the air, with the force of a thunderbolt, transforming into a blurry long shadow that shook the air and emitted a short, sharp whistling sound! His fists were like meteors, his legs like axes!

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