Ten Years of Lone Sword and Vast Sea Alliance [Complete] - 19

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Chapter Nineteen: Shame and Anger Lead to Suicide by White Hair; Chaotic Clouds Scatter, Jade Beauty Unharmed;

A cold wind cuts like a knife, the snow on the street, blown by the cold wind, instantly turns into solid ice, gray and shiny, extremely difficult to walk on, few pedestrians are seen, only the man walks out to the right, his steps light and agile. Xie Yunyue also follows, walking quickly with the wind, turning left and right, but seeing the man walking towards the Qing Dynasty imperial palace, he became more certain that the man was a lama in disguise.

The imperial palace, also known as the abandoned summer mountain, is located in the northwest of the city, with a lake on the left and a mountain on the right, surrounded by stone walls, about eighteen miles in circumference, with verdant pines and cypresses, the yellow houses shining brightly, the rocks and pavilions scattered in a well-ordered manner, the architecture extremely solemn and magnificent, especially the porcelain pagoda in the mountain villa, which is particularly interesting, exquisite and gorgeous, with five colors reflecting each other, surrounded by green pines and cypresses, which makes it even more beautiful.

Just as the man approached the mountain wall, he suddenly turned around and rushed towards Xie Yunyue. Xie Yunyue was startled, his face turning ashen. He lowered his head and walked forward, pretending to be nonchalant. Suddenly, he heard the man shout like thunder, "Stop!"

Xie Yunyue froze, only to see the man's face contorted with a cold smile. "I don't tolerate any imperfections. While you were drinking, I already took notice of you. Hmph, are you in league with them?"

Xie Yunyue's expression froze, and he asked, "Are they in trouble?" His face darkened again, and he said, "Your words are unreasonable. This restaurant is a melting pot of people from all walks of life. I entered to eat, which is not against the law. Why are you stopping me?"

The man gave a sinister laugh. "Then why are you following me, Buddha?" the man asked.

Xie Yunyue not only didn't answer, but instead let out a long laugh that echoed through the clouds, lingering in the wind. The man's expression changed, thinking, "This kid has such abundant internal energy. I thought he was just an ordinary person, but I was wrong." He couldn't help but shout, "Boy, what are you laughing at? Even if I don't tell you my name, you won't know who I am!"

Before he could finish speaking, Xie Yunyue coldly said, "Who you are is none of my business. Even if you tell me your name, it won't scare me! I have other matters to attend to and am impatient to waste time with you. I'm not keeping you company." With that, he turned and walked away.
Seeing that Xie Yunyue completely disregarded him, his face full of contempt, the man felt extremely embarrassed and immediately roared, "Boy, you dare to disrespect the Buddha? You're courting death!" With that, he stretched out his five fingers, his body moving like the wind, aiming to grab Xie Yunyue's right shoulder from behind. His hand moved with lightning speed, the force sharp; such a grab would surely shatter the shoulder bone.

But Xie Yunyue seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Just as the man's five fingers were about to grasp the shoulder, Xie Yunyue moved as swiftly as a ghost, shifting seven feet to the left, turning around to face him with a resentful glare. The man, having missed his target, was momentarily stunned, then sneered, "I never expected to encounter such a master today, Yunbenduoluo!" Though he spoke, he inwardly thought, "What kind of movement technique did this young man use? It's incredibly fast and unpredictable. If he were an enemy of the Potala Palace, the consequences would be unimaginable."

Xie Yunyue coldly replied, "Young Master dares not accept the title of 'master.' Just stop your nagging in front of me and get lost." A long wind howled, and the sound of breaking branches and falling snow filled the air. Yunbenduoluo stood frozen in the snow, his face pale, his eyes blazing with anger. Yunbenduoluo

was a renowned figure outside the palace, known to all. He held the position of abbot of the Potala Palace, possessing exceptional and refined martial arts skills, both internal and external. Seeing Yun Benduo's expression, Xie Yunyue knew an attack was imminent. Yun Benduo let out a strange, cackling laugh: "Just as I predicted, you're one of them. I regret my momentary mercy in sparing your life; they're already on their way to the underworld." His gaze suddenly flashed, and he shouted, "You cannot be spared!" With that, he unleashed a torrent of energy, his palms shooting out like lightning.

Xie Yunyue immediately recognized that Yun Benduo had secretly sabotaged the restaurant when he left. Such malicious intent made him furrow his brow. Seeing Yun Benduo's palms coming, he sneered, his palms shifting as he used the Maitreya Kung Fu's "Flicking" technique, pushing outwards. With a deafening boom, the two torrents collided, instantly creating a swirling vortex of air, scattering ice and snowflakes, sending Yun Benduo flying four or five zhang into the air before being flung back into the manor.

The palm strike was incredibly powerful; with a single wave, the snow piled on the branches of the pines and cypresses within the manor collapsed, creating a continuous, dense downpour. Suddenly, a strange cry rang out, and Yun Benduoluo darted out of the manor. His four-cornered leather hat was gone, revealing only a sleek head. He grinned furiously, "Boy, if you have the guts, I'll be waiting for you at the Potala Temple tonight."

Xie Yunyue sneered, "Yun Benduoluo, you've made trouble for no reason. No wonder I offended you. Now, not only do you not repent, but you dare to challenge me to a duel at the Potala Temple. Hmph, even if the Potala Temple is truly a den of dragons and tigers, I'll still venture in tonight." Upon hearing this, Yun Benduoluo shrugged and flew diagonally through the air, disappearing back into the manor. Xie Yunyue composed himself and turned to hurry towards the restaurant.

The moonlight was now obscured by crimson clouds, the sky gloomy and hazy, a fierce wind howled, a piercing sound filled the air, and the streets and alleys were completely shrouded in white snow, devoid of pedestrians, or at most few, standing alone in this icy and desolate landscape. As he sped forward, he thought to himself, "This Yunbenduoluo is indeed not to be underestimated. Although I have followed my master's instructions not to easily harm anyone, I have still used seventy percent of my strength. Yunbenduoluo actually knew not to take it head-on, and instead used the force of my flick to reflect it into the manor, instantly neutralizing my force. It seems that tonight's journey will require considerable effort." In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the entrance of the restaurant, hastily lifted the curtain, and darted inside. His first glance fell upon the seat occupied by Zhihu Chen Baicheng.

He saw six men sitting there, raising their cups, their faces ashen, their eyes vacant, and white foam dripping from the corners of their mouths. Because they were all sitting upright, none of the diners noticed anything amiss. Even those who did were dismissing it as drunkenness. Xie Yunyue deduced that Yun Benduoluo must have secretly sabotaged the process before leaving. A sense of foreboding washed over him, and he swiftly slipped inside.

The diners, initially unaware of anything amiss, were drawn to Xie Yunyue's startled movements and rose to their feet, rushing to look. They saw Xie Yunyue pick up a wine cup to examine its color; it was clear and fragrant, showing no abnormalities. Xie Yunyue secretly shook his head, thinking, "Yun Benduoluo's intentions are truly ruthless, using this silent and odorless poison." He immediately ordered a waiter to borrow a silver hairpin, placed it in the cup, and heard a hissing sound as thick smoke billowed out. Upon pulling it out, he saw that the silver tip of the hairpin had turned entirely purplish-black.

The diners exchanged astonished glances. Xie Yunyue was about to raise his palm to Chen Baicheng's back to expel the poison with his Bodhi Zen Palm technique when he suddenly snorted three times and turned to the waiter, saying, "These men have been poisoned with a deadly powder. Quickly find a mule cart; I'll take them to a friend's place to see if they can be cured." The waiter readily agreed and rushed out.

Xie Yunyue was careful not to make a scene in the restaurant, lest the lamas of the Potala Palace become suspicious. A short while later, the sound of a cart approached. The waiter summoned a mule cart, and the six men, including Chen Baicheng, were carried into it. Xie Yunyue and the driver sat side-by-side on the shaft. With a sharp crack of the whip, the cart sped away, scattering snowflakes. As dusk fell, dark clouds hung low, and a fierce wind howled, sharp and piercing, whipping up snow dust and water droplets. A hazy grayness enveloped the world; heaven and earth were one color.

In a pine forest on the outskirts of Chengde, seven people sat around a fire. The fire roared, and the pine branches crackled. The firelight illuminated the seven men, whose beards and eyebrows were all red. This group was Xie Yunyue and the wise fox Chen Baicheng, among others. Chen Baicheng said, "Young hero, I am deeply grateful for your rescue. I will never forget this kindness. If you ever need my help, I will serve you even unto death."

Xie Yunyue smiled and said, "Brother Chen, you are too kind. It was nothing more than a small favor. How could I dare to speak of gratitude? Besides, I have a duel with the bald monk Yunben Duoluo tonight. I would appreciate your guidance."

The swordsman Jin Yipeng, seeing Xie Yunyue's elegant and handsome appearance, and his gentle and charming demeanor, felt a deep admiration and respect. He said, "Young hero, you must not be so modest. Although I am from a humble background..." " I have only been here a short while, but I have already discerned your inner strength and talent, you must be a disciple of a martial arts master

. However, your refusal to reveal your name has truly puzzled me." Xie Yunyue laughed loudly, "I am not being arrogant or secretive, but I have a reason I cannot speak of. Once Master Cai is rescued, you will know who I am."

Seeing Xie Yunyue's insistence on remaining silent, Jin Yipeng had no choice but to give up and instead asked, "Teacher Chen must have thoroughly explored the route to the Potala Palace. Otherwise, the Potala Palace is vast, and its architecture is extremely complex; it's easy to get lost, wouldn't that be suicide?"

Chen Baicheng, the wise fox, laughed and said, "Teacher Jin, there's no need to worry. I've spent two days outside the Potala Temple, observing the situation and drawing a map. It should be roughly accurate.

" Jin Yipeng nodded and said, "If Teacher Chen hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten. Teacher Chen is an expert in mapmaking. The cleverly laid ambushes and messages in the Savage Mountain are widely known and are all masterpieces of Teacher Chen's ingenuity." "The wise fox Chen Baicheng smiled, took out a scroll from his bosom and unfolded it. On the scroll, the location and size of every palace, pavilion, and pond were clearly depicted. Xie Yunyue couldn't help but admire him greatly.

Chen Baicheng pointed to the scroll and said, "The Potala Temple covers a vast area, with dozens or even hundreds of halls and pavilions, built according to the shape of the mountain. According to your idea, the seven of us should not split up when we go. We should go straight to the central Eight Dragons Buddha Hall. The five great yellow-robed lamas of the Potala Temple all reside in this hall. At that time, I will trouble Master Jin and the young hero to resist the head abbot, Master Huketu, while I will rescue Lord Cai from the scripture library on the left side of the Eight Dragons Buddha Hall." Everyone nodded in agreement .

Why was Cai Fu, the mountain lord, trapped in the Potala Temple? The wise fox Chen Baicheng remained silent, and Xie Yunyue didn't press the matter. At that moment, the sky darkened, and all around was pitch black. A fierce wind howled, and Guan Delin, sitting beside Chen Baicheng, added pine branches, causing the candle flame to flicker erratically.

Suddenly, the divine swordsman Jin Yipeng heard a strange sound behind him. He immediately whirled around and leaped forward, two thin Burmese swords, as thin as cicada wings, sheathing themselves. A blue rainbow flashed, as swift as lightning, severing two pine trees as thick as bowls. In an instant, a deafening roar erupted, branches snapped, snow flew like rain, and the snow on the surrounding pine branches was also affected by the shockwave, falling in droves with a continuous pattering sound. Seeing this
, the five, including the wise fox Chen Baicheng, knew that Jin Yipeng must have noticed something, so they followed. Only Xie Yunyue remained seated, a slight smile appearing on his handsome face in the firelight. He casually tossed two pine branches into the air. Chen Baicheng and the others leaped to the side of the divine swordsman Jin Yipeng, only to see him staring blankly at his feet.

Following his gaze, they saw two snow fox corpses clearly visible under the shimmering blue light of the Burmese sword. Their skulls had been cut off, and blood flowed out, seeping into the white snow—a gruesome sight. Guan Delin gave a thumbs-up and praised, "No wonder Master Jin is so renowned. He can see in the dark as if it were daytime, and his sword strikes are flawless. We brothers are far inferior to him."

Jin Yipeng laughed and said, "Brother Guan, you flatter me. I never expected my hearing to be so poor. I made such a fuss over two snow fox corpses. How could I not be ashamed?" "Saying this, he sheathed his sword and walked back to the campfire with the others. He saw Xie Yunyue with his head down, scratching the snow with a pine branch, seemingly lost in thought.

Jin Yipeng, seeing Xie Yunyue's composure and calm demeanor, was secretly impressed and laughed, "I was actually fooled by two snow foxes; I am ashamed to say I am far inferior to you, young hero."

Xie Yunyue smiled faintly and said, "Teacher Jin, your hearing is usually very sharp, but you were inadvertently misled by the swirling wind. The thieving lamas have all been annihilated; please have a seat." Everyone was astonished upon hearing this.

Jin Yipeng seemed disbelieving, but with a flick of his wrist, he swiftly grabbed a burning pine branch, leaped out, and looked around. Chen Baicheng and the others followed suit. About five or six zhang away, in the snow-covered pine forest, lay more than a dozen lamas' corpses, their bodies unmarked, clearly the result of superior internal acupoint striking techniques.

Jin Yipeng felt a pang of shame. He thought his skills were enough to earn him a place in the martial arts world, but compared to these men, he was clearly inferior and couldn't help but feel deep respect. At the beginning of the second watch, seven dark figures sped northwest. The stars and moon had set, and only faint silhouettes could be seen disappearing across the vast snowfield. The Potala Palace in the northwest suburbs of Chengde and the largest monastery in Tibet, the Potala Palace in Lhasa, are not... Despite sharing the same name, both are equally magnificent in architecture.

Rehe Province borders Mongolia and has many lamasery temples, with the Potala Temple being the most imposing. Spanning a vast area, it is built against the mountainside, resembling stacked blocks, mostly in the style of bell towers and fortresses, surrounded by walls and interspersed with pheasant trees. Inside, the halls are majestic, the pavilions splendidly layered, and verdant pines and cypresses grow among them, creating a serene and secluded atmosphere.

When Chen Baicheng and his group arrived at the side of the Potala Temple, Xie Yunyue suddenly had a flash of inspiration and whispered to them, "Our purpose in coming to the Potala Temple is to rescue someone. It's best to avoid fighting with the lamas in the temple. Perhaps I should enter the scripture hall alone first and try to rescue Lord Cai. If I haven't emerged after a full watch, then I'll trouble you all to come to my aid." "

At this point, everyone was convinced that Xie Yunyue possessed such skill. After a moment's thought, they all agreed. The Divine Swordsman Jin Yipeng said, "It's just too much trouble for you, young hero. Why don't you take one of my Burmese swords with you for self-defense?"

Xie Yunyue smiled and said, "I also have a soft sword at my waist. I appreciate Master Jin's kind offer." "With that, he moved swiftly, passing through the wall and landing inside the temple.

The clouds were low, the wind was fierce, and the cold was exceptionally biting. All he could hear were the rustling of tall branches and dense foliage in the wind, and the sound of falling snow. Otherwise, it was pitch black, without a single light. Even with Xie Yunyue's excellent eyesight, he could only see within ten feet. The Potala Temple was completely dark today, clearly indicating that they had planned ahead, setting a trap to capture everyone in one fell swoop.

Xie Yunyue hid behind an old pine tree, pondering the drawing made by the wise fox Chen Baicheng. The howling wind and roaring waves were particularly shrill and piercing, especially on this night when there were no stars or moon and the weather was freezing cold, making it even more terrifying and eerie. Xie Yunyue thought: "It's best to avoid fighting. My master's admonition is still ringing in my ears. There's no need to dwell on the matter of Yunbenduoluo. It would only create more bloodshed. What's the point?" Thinking this, he moved swiftly and sped away.

He had only gone a dozen or so feet when he suddenly saw two dark figures rushing towards him, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound. Xie Yunyue's eyesight was exceptionally sharp; he knew they were two Tibetan mastiffs. He quickly used the "Seven Star Steps of Mysterious Heaven" to dodge their attack, then swiftly struck out with two palms like lightning. Two loud thuds were heard as the mastiffs were sent flying to the ground, howling mournfully before dying. At that moment, Xie Yunyue had already soared into the sky like a crane, leaping from a treetop. With a light touch of his feet, he rose again, circling in mid-air before landing lightly on a rooftop. He could still hear shouts, knowing they had discovered the mastiffs' corpses, followed by the sudden blaring of sirens that echoed through the night.

With his eyes straining to see, Xie Yunyue could vaguely make out two or three lamas on each rooftop. About four or five feet away, another lama, seemingly noticing Xie Yunyue's landing on the rooftop, stealthily followed the sound and pounced. The lama moved with incredible speed, closing in in the blink of an eye. Xie Yunyue snorted inwardly, advancing without retreating, and reached out to strike. The lama was terrified, thinking, "What kind of fighting style is this? If this person's skill wasn't extraordinary, why would I dare to throw my life away?" He was momentarily stunned.

At this moment, Xie Yunyue was not about to let him off the hook. He swiftly struck the lama's vital points with two fingers, and before the blow could even land, the lama was unconscious. Xie Yunyue glanced around and then rushed towards the Eight Dragons Hall, using his unpredictable and swift movements to avoid being detected. In no time, Xie Yunyue landed on the eaves of the Eight Dragons Hall. Outside, the north wind howled, and inside the hall, it was pitch black. He was about to go inside to investigate when he heard murmurs coming from within, and he immediately withdrew his foot.

As the voices drew closer, they became clearer. One person said, "For some reason, the Golden Dragon Protector Master is acting very strangely today. He's usually all smiles, but today he seems restless and agitated. He didn't even bother to listen to what the Vice-Director of the Scripture Academy, Yunbenduoluo, was saying. He tried to leave after only a few words, only instructing us to deliver food to that young lady on time." Xie Yunyue stared intently. The inside of the hall was even darker than the outside. He could only vaguely make out two young lamas talking beside a row of prayer cushions inside the hall.

Another young lama asked, "Master Jinlong usually dotes on you the most, you should know that, so why is he so restless today?"

"Well, I only know that a group of lamas from Yonghe Temple have been sent from the capital. I heard the matter is very serious, but apart from the five chief monks, probably no one in the temple knows what it's about."

"Where is he now?"

"He has gone to the welcoming Buddha platform to await the arrival of the Yonghe Temple lamas."

A soft laugh followed, and it was said, "He's never been fond of women, so why is he so captivated by this young lady? Perhaps it's fate. However, that young lady is exceptionally skilled in martial arts and carries a sharp sword for self-defense. He can't do anything to her, only stealing a glance outside the round cave in the stone chamber each day, sometimes exchanging a few words, and finally shaking his head and sighing before leaving."
"To be honest, that young lady is truly beautiful. Not to mention him, I'm just as head over heels in love with her." A burst of laughter followed.

The two young lamas chattered amongst themselves, leaving Xie Yunyue utterly bewildered and unable to make sense of what they were saying. What was the purpose of the Yonghe Temple in Beijing sending lamas? And who was that girl? These were not the immediate priorities; rescuing Cai Fu, the lord of the Savage Mountain, was the real issue. He wanted to enter the hall, subdue the two young lamas, and force them to reveal whether Cai Fu was imprisoned elsewhere, or perhaps in the scripture pavilion.

Suddenly, one of the lamas said, "It's getting late. We still need to deliver food to them. That old man Cai has the worst temper; he's incredibly irritating and aggressive. If it weren't for our fondness for that girl, and the fact that they live in the next room, I would have starved him for two days." As he spoke, two dark figures gradually moved back into the hall.

Xie Yunyue followed, the two young lamas laughing and chatting side by side, completely unaware that someone was following them. He walked through the right corridor from behind the main hall, ascended the stone steps, and meandered up the mountain. The wind howled, causing his robes to flutter and creak, but Xie Yunyue paid no heed, for the wind and the rustling of the trees drowned out any faint sounds.

He felt as light as a willow catkin, drifting like a ghost in the wind. Suddenly, he realized the alarm bells had ceased to ring, and all the lamas who had been stationed on the halls and pavilions were gone. He suspected something had happened at the Potala Temple; perhaps they had all gone to the welcoming platform? Two young lamas approached a house. The room was dark, but the faint aroma of wine and meat wafted through the air. Xie Yunyue knew they had gone to fetch food and drink, so he remained outside the door without following them inside. Sure enough,

after a brief exchange of dishes, the two young lamas hurriedly emerged, each carrying a food box. Xie Yunyue followed them, turning left and then right into a large stone chamber. The two young lamas were also distracted; after pushing open the door, they didn't turn around to close it properly, leaving it ajar, which allowed Xie Yunyue to slip in. Inside, a narrow alleyway was illuminated only by a single, dimly lit oil lamp hanging from the ceiling. The light was so weak and ineffective that it intensified the eerie and terrifying atmosphere of the stone chamber.

The two young lamas stopped outside a small round hole in the wall, craning their necks and saying, "Miss, we've brought you food and drink." There was no reply.

As Xie Yunyue entered the stone chamber, he was greatly astonished. It turned out that every three zhang (approximately 10 meters) along the walls of the alleyway, there was a round hole, about a foot in diameter and level with a person. Although these were for imprisonment, they had no doors, only small round openings. Did the prisoners have another way of being brought in? At this moment, the two young lamas called out twice without response. Turning around, they saw Xie Yunyue standing about two zhang away. Their eyes widened in horror, and they were about to cry out when Xie Yunyue appeared like a ghost, his two fingers touching the acupoints between their Adam's apples. He whispered, "Where is Master Cai imprisoned? Speak quickly." The two were terrified, their mouths agape, unable to utter a sound, and they pointed to another round hole.

Xie Yunyue whispered, "Do you know which way to enter?" The two young lamas shook their heads, indicating they didn't know.

Xie Yunyue stamped his foot impatiently, his two fingers thrusting out and striking the acupoints on their Adam's apples. The two young lamas collapsed to the ground, because he estimated that nearly an hour had passed since they entered the temple, and he feared that the Divine Swordsman Jin Yipeng and the others might wait too long and face danger upon entering. He stood before the small round hole, peering inside, and couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Seeing the bewilderment in their eyes, he knew they were bewildered by the unexpected surprise.

The room was dimly lit, and a slender, graceful young woman knelt with her back to the window, her hands covering her face as if in prayer, her long, disheveled hair disheveled. Xie Yunyue recognized her immediately, his gaze shifting from bewilderment to blank stare, until he stood motionless. The woman remained motionless, like a wooden statue. After a long while, she slowly lowered her hands, sighed sadly, and murmured, "Endless sorrow, like a river of spring water flowing eastward..."

These beautiful yet infinitely mournful words reached Xie Yunyue's ears, and his blank gaze suddenly brightened with joy. He could

n't help but call out, "Yanwen..." The woman seemed startled, slowly turning her face away. Because Xie Yunyue was standing outside the window, and the room was dark, she didn't notice him, staring blankly through the round hole. But Yunyue saw clearly—it was Gu Yanwen! Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears, her jade-like face haggard, and her long hair cascaded over her shoulders. She looked as if she had suffered many days of injustice, appearing pitiful. Seeing that Gu Yanwen did not respond, he called out

softly again, "Yanwen, it's me, Xie Yunyue." His voice was not loud, but it reverberated in the stone chamber. Suddenly, a joyful light shone in Gu Yanwen's eyes, and she rushed over, crying out plaintively, "Brother Yun, please save me! I'm living like this for days on end, I'm almost going crazy!" Her soft hands reached out of the window and were tightly grasped by Xie Yunyue.

This sudden joy, this reunion that felt like a lifetime ago, was indescribable. The grievances, anger, and sorrow of the past few days were now fully released by Gu Yanwen, tears streaming down her face like broken pearls. Xie Yunyue held her soft, boneless hand tightly, wanting to ask her how she had been trapped in the Potala Temple, but seeing her so distressed, he couldn't bear to speak, and instead devised a plan to rescue her.

Suddenly, a cold snort rang in his ears. Xie Yunyue withdrew his hand, turned around, and saw a tall, yellow-robed lama standing less than ten feet in front of him. The lama was only about forty years old, with three short black tufts of beard, a straight nose, and a very imposing presence. His eyes shone with a piercing light. The stone chamber door was ajar, and gusts of wind swept in, causing the only light to flicker and making the room even darker and more sinister.

Xie Yunyue stared at the yellow-robed lama in astonishment, because his wide robe was fluttering in the wind, and with each flutter, bloodstains were scattered on the ground like rain. He couldn't tell it was blood, but he could smell a foul odor, so he was certain that the blood was from his own wounds. However, in the dim light, it was clear that it was the blood of someone else who had been seriously injured in a fierce battle, which had stained his wide yellow robe and been splashed by the strong wind.

But none of this made sense. Imagine someone with superior martial arts skills; after being injured, they would naturally close their acupoints to stop the bleeding. The yellow-robed lama's eyes gleamed with a sharp light, clearly indicating he was a master of both internal and external cultivation. For him, forcing acupoints to stop bleeding would be effortless; obviously, the blood wasn't his own. Furthermore, it was even more perplexing. If it were sprayed by someone else and stuck to his robe, in this freezing weather, where even water freezes instantly, it would have long since frozen solid, not rained down.

Xie Yunyue was stunned, racking his brains but still unable to find the correct answer. He noticed six or seven holes of varying sizes in the lama's robe, remnants of a fierce battle. The room was deathly silent. The two stood facing each other, staring intently, the faint sound of their heartbeats audible. Gu Yanwen, seemingly out of nowhere, poked her head out of a small round hole and exclaimed, "Brother Yun, that's the Golden Dragon Master Huketu! We can find out the entrance to the stone chamber from him!"

Huketu's gaze suddenly turned blank, and he sighed deeply, "That's right. Only the five chief monks know the information about the prison's entrance mechanism, but currently only I do. The rest of us have all gone to the Western Paradise. A moment ago, I wanted to leave this temple, but I was thinking of you, the only person I've ever loved. However, after the fight, my mind is just confused, and I can't remember where the mechanism is." As he spoke, he slammed his hand against his head, muttering to himself, "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?" A ghostly sigh escaped his lips, and he drifted away towards the door like a phantom.

Gu Yanwen exclaimed, "Quick, chase after him! The Niuhuang Qingxin Pill is on him too!" Xie Yunyue had been staring blankly at Huketu, first bewildered by the bloodstains, then puzzled by his gaze and words, and now even more confused by Gu Yanwen's shout.
Knowing that Gu Yanwen must have a reason for mentioning the Niuhuang Qingxin Pill, he didn't bother to ask. He saw Huketu had already slipped out the door, leaving only a corner of his clothes inside. In the blink of an eye, the corner was gone. Xie Yunyue moved swiftly, shooting out the door like a crossbow bolt. He only heard Gu Yanwen calling, "Brother Yun, you must hurry back!"

Xie Yunyue flashed out the door. A fierce wind howled, shaking his clothes. The stars and moon were in the sky, but the darkness before him was even greater than before. He strained his eyes and saw Huketu's figure already on the roof of the opposite house. Without further delay, he leaped after him. The two men, one after the other, moved with lightning speed, leaping across rooftops and ridges. Huktu paused briefly at a corner of the roof before plunging down, Xie Yunyue following behind.

Xie Yunyue found himself in a wide, open square, littered with corpses. Huktu surveyed the scene, let out a long sigh, and then suddenly burst into wild, terrifying laughter—a laugh that soared to the heavens, shaking the very soul. Huktu's laughter subsided, his gaze suddenly fixing on Xie Yunyue, and he roared, "Why do you follow me so closely?"

Xie Yunyue was extremely surprised by the scene before him. There were no fewer than seventy or eighty corpses in the square. Hearing this , he asked, "Were all the corpses in this square killed by Master's 'Seven Forms of Flowing Clouds'?

" Huketu seemed taken aback and said, "What? Seven Forms of Flowing Clouds, ah, Seven Forms of Flowing Clouds, that's right. Half of these corpses on the ground died from my 'Seven Forms of Flowing Clouds,' and the other half died at the hands of their Yonghe Temple Grand Lama."

Xie Yunyue immediately asked, "What about the Yonghe Temple Grand Lama?"

Huketu couldn't help but angrily say, "Didn't I just say that they all died from my 'Seven Forms of Flowing Clouds'?" "Saying this, he turned to leave again.

Xie Yunyue called out urgently, "Master..." Huketu slowly turned around, staring blankly at Xie Yunyue.

At this moment, the dark clouds had been blown away by the gale, revealing a crescent moon that emitted a faint glow, illuminating the pile of corpses in the square, filling it with desolation and terror. Xie Yunyue hesitated for a moment, then said, "I dare not stop Master from leaving, I only ask that Master tell me about the stone house's entrance and exit, and I request a Niuhuang Qingxin Pill."

Huketu's blank gaze suddenly brightened, and he chuckled, "Niuhuang Qingxin Pill." He then pulled a small bottle from his robes and tossed it in front of Xie Yunyue, saying, "Take it." Xie Yunyue caught it with a swift movement, and then heard Huketu say, "I don't even know the details of the mechanism myself, and you're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?" "With that, he swiftly disappeared into the snow-covered trees outside the arena.

In the vast square, only Xie Yunyue remained standing alone. Even with his boldness, a chill ran through him, far more intense than the bone-chilling cold. He glanced at the pile of corpses scattered on the ground, but couldn't bear to look a second time. Almost half of the corpses had their skulls cleaved off, their brains and blood congealed into a paste, emitting a stench so foul it made one want to vomit—a truly gruesome sight. He pressed his palms down, leaping two zhang high with a whoosh, then used the Cloud Ladder Leap Technique to kick again, landing on the rooftop and flashing towards the stone house of Qiu Yanwen.

He silently pondered, 'Were half the corpses in the square all killed by Huketu's Seven Styles of Flowing Clouds? I wonder what makes these Seven Styles of Flowing Clouds so powerful. It's a pity I haven't witnessed them; otherwise, I could have learned from them!'" "This Huktu seems to have suffered a concussion from a sharp palm strike, losing half his memory..." Thinking this, he reached the entrance of the stone chamber. He quickly composed himself, slipped inside, and called out, "Yanwen, Yanwen..."

Gu Yanwen responded happily, her head poking out from the small round hole. She asked, "Did you find out how to get in and out?"

Xie Yunyue shook his head. The girl's eyes were filled with anxiety as she repeatedly said, "What to do... what to do?" Tears streamed down her face.

Seeing her sorrowful face and tear-streaked cheeks, Xie Yunyue quickly comforted her, "Yanwen, don't panic. I will definitely find a way to get you out." Gu Yanwen quickly withdrew her head, and inside, she could be heard stamping her feet in frustration and cursing Huktu fiercely.

Xie Yunyue pondered for a moment, then suddenly appeared outside the small round hole in the stone chamber, calling out loudly, "Master Cai!" There was no reply from inside .

He called out again, and suddenly a loud shout erupted from within: "Who's yelling like a ghost? I'm not dead yet, why are you making such a fuss?"

Xie Yunyue couldn't help but chuckle inwardly; this old man had quite a temper. He said, "Lord Cai, please don't misunderstand. I've been invited by your disciples to rescue you." The room fell silent.

At this moment, Gu Yanwen poked her head out again, asking in surprise, "Brother Yun, who are you talking to?"

Xie Yunyue smiled and waved his hand. Suddenly, another loud shout came from inside the stone chamber: "Who are you?"

"I am Yu Yun," Xie Yunyue shrugged and smiled.

Cai Fu pondered for a moment inside the chamber and said, "Yu Yun, do you still harbor resentment over the Jinci incident and have come here to humiliate me?"

Xie Yunyue laughed heartily and said, "I have no grudge against you, Lord Cai, why should you hold a grudge?" The room fell silent again. Xie Yunyue pressed his palm against the wall and peered through the window, but found it pitch black; he couldn't see anything. He shook his head and returned to Gu Yanwen, tapping the stone wall twice with his fingers. "Wen-mei," he asked, "is your Spirit Turtle Sword still there?"

Gu Yanwen replied, "Yes, it is."

Xie Yunyue jumped up in alarm, saying, "The Spirit Turtle Sword can cut through gold and jade; it's incredibly sharp. Why didn't you make the round window bigger so you could pass through?"

Gu Yanwen chuckled and said, "How could I not have thought of that? I've been unjustly imprisoned for three days." "Following a clang of metal against metal, Xie Yunyue saw the golden snake swaying in the room, knowing that the girl had drawn her Spirit Turtle Sword and was slashing at the stone wall.

He stood in the passageway, his eyes fixed on the two fallen lamas' corpses, his mind wandering to the blood on Huketu's robe and the fact that he had lost half his memory. He found it all strange and complex, growing more and more bizarre and incomprehensible the more he thought about it. Suddenly, a burst of golden light appeared before him, and a large hole appeared in the wall. Gu Yanwen had already climbed out, slowly sheathing her sword, her face showing a charming and joyful smile. "You really think I didn't think of using the Spirit Turtle Sword to escape from prison? I was just worried about damaging the Spirit Turtle Sword, and besides, Huketu's martial arts were superb. If it weren't for the Nine Palaces Yin-Yang Steps you taught me, he would have almost been humiliated." After a loud laugh, Xie
Yunyue casually took the Spirit Turtle Sword and struck the wall of the small round cave in the stone chamber where Cai Fu was imprisoned. In an instant, flashes of light appeared, sparks flew, and the sound of metal striking stone filled the air. The Spirit Turtle Sword, inherently sharp, pulverized the stone, and in a moment, it had cut a large hole through it. Xie Yunyue and Gu Yanwen leaped inside, using the sword's reflection to illuminate the scene. They saw Cai Fu lying in the corner, his skull shattered, his head and above a bloody mess. A thick steel cable, about the thickness of a thumb, was fastened to his collarbone, with barbs sticking out.

The two stared at each other, speechless for a long time. Finally, Xie Yunyue sighed and said, "I never expected this old man to be so fierce. Hearing that I came to rescue him, he was ashamed to see me and actually raised his hand to kill himself. If I had known this would happen, I would have been better off sending Zhihu Chen Baicheng and the others."

Gu Yanwen, increasingly horrified, said, "Brother Yun, let's get out of this hellhole quickly." Without a word, he pulled Xie Yunyue out of the stone chamber.

Stepping outside, they leaped onto the opposite rooftop. The wind was fierce, the moon hazy, and the cold biting. The pine and cypress branches cast eerie shadows on the snow-covered walls. The earth was desolate and gloomy, the howling wind deafening—a truly bleak scene. Suddenly, a strong gust of cold wind blew towards them, carrying with it two faint, sinister laughs. The laughter was not loud, but it sent a chill down their spines.

Startled, they abruptly turned, their gazes falling upon something three zhang away. Two gaunt, grey-robed monks stood side-by-side on the stone beam of the roof. Their heads were deeply scarred with ordination marks, and both had thin faces with prominent cheekbones. In the darkness, it was impossible to tell who was who, but it felt as if four owl-like eyes were fixed on their faces. The two monks had sinister and terrifying expressions. Gu Yanwen instinctively hid behind Xie Yunyue.

Seeing that they had followed him silently without his noticing, Xie Yunyue knew that these two must be masters of strange martial arts. Suppressing his surprise and anger, he asked, "Who are you two? Why are you following me?" The two thin, gray-haired monks remained silent, simultaneously extending their fists to grab Xie Yunyue's chest .

The distance of three zhang was covered in a flash, their movements incredibly swift and unpredictable. Xie Yunyue sensed that while the monks' techniques appeared ordinary, their underlying techniques were profoundly mysterious. No matter where he dodged, he remained under the chilling influence of their hands. He estimated he could escape using his "Mysterious Heaven Seven Star Steps," but Gu Yanwen behind him was unlikely to escape their clutches. His situation was perilous. He let out a low snort, his hands suddenly separating to meet the incoming palm.

A surging, mountain-like gust of wind erupted. The two monks cried out in surprise, their figures flashing as they swept behind Xie Yunyue, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Xie Yunyue lunged forward, fearing Gu Yanwen would fall victim to their attacks. In that instant, he heard Gu Yanwen cry out, and a dazzling blue light erupted. Then, one of the monks' palms flew towards the tip of the flying sword, while the other five ghostly fingers flew towards Gu Yanwen's wrist.

He could no longer heed Master Mingliang's warning against using the "Eighteen Disarmaments of Xuanyuan" technique. Knowing that he had encountered two monks tonight who were masters he had never seen before, he swiftly unleashed his palms and fingers with lightning speed. The "Eighteen Disarmaments of Xuanyuan" was incredibly unpredictable. With a slight advantage, his fingers had already grasped the wrists of the two monks. Just as he was about to lock them, the two monks groaned, their arms slipping away and swaying two zhang away in the wind.

The two monks' eyes widened in astonishment at the young man's extraordinary skill. Now, filled with fear, they dared not act rashly, only staring intently at Xie Yunyue. Gu Yanwen, who had previously broken out in a cold sweat, angrily shouted, "Brother Yun, these two bald monks are so despicable! Quickly finish them off!"

Hearing this, the two thin, grey-robed monks became agitated, their foreheads bulging. They said in a sinister tone, "In my life, I have dealt with countless people, and no one has ever heard of anyone defeating me. Based on these two sentences alone, they deserve to be killed."

Xie Yunyue was greatly surprised. The two monks not only looked alike but also spoke with the same intent. He coldly replied, "You feel resentful because you blindly caused trouble. I only ask you, did you come to the Potala Temple just to find me?"

The two monks paused, then said sinisterly, "You..." "Have you seen the scattered corpses on Yingfoping?"

Xie Yunyue nodded and said, "Yes, I have. Could it be that you killed them all?"

The two monks ignored this question and continued, "Have you seen Huketu?"

Xie Yunyue said, "Yes, I saw him just now. I don't know where he's gone now."

The two monks then let out a shrill laugh and said in unison, "Then you must be Huketu's henchman?"

Xie Yunyue couldn't help but say sharply, "Don't make false accusations. Huketu is a complete stranger to us. Why would we help him!" As he spoke, he suddenly noticed that the two monks' eyes were looking into the distance, as if attracted by something. He stopped abruptly and looked in that direction. He could vaguely see a sword light emerging on the waist of a peak outside the temple.

The two monks uttered the three words "Huketu..." and their figures suddenly floated forward, disappearing into the dim moonlight.

Xie Yunyue swiftly grabbed Gu Yanwen's wrist and whispered, "Wenmei, let's go too!" The two moved with the speed of a cloud, and the two monks were equally swift. They leaped towards the towering pine tree, walking on its branches.

Xie Yunyue, pulling Gu Yanwen along, leaped to the side and hid behind a protruding rock. His gaze fell upon it, and he was suddenly startled. He saw Huketu standing there, holding a long sword. His wide yellow robe fluttered in the breeze. Behind Huketu were six people: the Divine Swordsman Jin Yipeng, the Wise Fox Chen Baibaicheng, and others. The Divine Swordsman Jin Yipeng stood with his feet slightly bent, his body slightly hunched. He held two Burmese swords, one above the other, his hands crossed, completely focused on Huketu's hands. The thin, cicada-wing-like blades only rippled in the breeze, flashing with a dazzling blue light.

Xie Yunyue thought to himself, "As long as those two monks don't make a move in secret, I'll stay hidden here and observe Huketu's Flowing Cloud Seven Styles and Jin Yipeng's Myriad Flowers Swordplay. I'll see what's so strange and fierce about them." Seeing Jin Yipeng's "White Tiger Seated" stance, he secretly admired him, "This person is truly extraordinary. It seems he has deeply grasped the essence of Diancang Swordplay. Just look at his Burmese sword, constantly swaying, gathering its power without releasing it, implying that if the enemy doesn't move, I won't move; if the enemy moves, I will move first."
Just then, Jin Yipeng shouted, "Huketu, why don't you display your famous 'Flowing Cloud Seven Styles' that shakes the martial arts world?"

Huketu looked blank, his eyes glazed over, and muttered to himself, "Flowing Cloud Seven Styles?" "The Seven Forms of Flowing Clouds... Haha, I remember now..." The Seven Forms of Flowing Clouds, the sword moved swiftly, slicing from left to right, a flick of the wrist, and a dozen or so cold stars leaped out from the streak of light, piercing Jin Yipeng's vital acupoints, filling the air with piercing shrieks.

Jin Yipeng hadn't expected Huketu to suddenly attack without warning, and was almost caught off guard, hastily retreating two steps, his twin swords trembling straight. He swiftly drew a small circle with his swords, and with a flick, hundreds of silver stars scattered, striking like lightning, like fireworks, scattering thousands of golden sparks. Xie Yunyue watched closely, feeling that the cold stars Jin Yipeng unleashed covered all 160 major acupoints on the body.

Clangs and clangs of metal rang out as Huketu and Jin Yipeng clashed. Huketu still looked bewildered. Jin Yipeng sneered, suddenly ducked, and swiftly drew... Two feet high, the man was suspended in mid-air, his twin swords enveloped in countless dazzling golden flowers. Hu Ketu remained motionless, seemingly oblivious to the descending sword force. Gu Yanwen couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

Just as Jin Yipeng's eerie "Ten Thousand Flowers Stealing Brocade" was about to press down on him, Hu Ketu suddenly struck out with a swift palm. There was only a clang of metal, and in the blink of an eye, Hu Ketu had already launched three attacks, forcing Jin Yipeng to retreat three steps. Gu Yanwen, hidden behind a rock, whispered, "Brother Yun, it's strange. Look at Hu Ketu's sword attack. It's just one move, just in a different direction. What is that 'Flowing Cloud Seven Forms'?" Xie

Yunyue stared at Hu Ketu's sword moves and shook his head, saying, "This person is confused and has lost his memory for some reason. He launched two consecutive sword moves, both of which were the same move, 'Dispelling Clouds and Rushing Lightning'." "The way of martial arts prioritizes skill, which increases with time and allows one to conceal shortcomings. If Huketu hadn't lost his memory, Jin Yipeng, despite the extraordinary and unpredictable nature of his 'Ten Thousand Flowers Stealing Brocade' sword technique, would have been defeated long ago due to his shallow skill level."

Gu Yanwen seemed unconvinced, her beautiful eyes fixed on the arena. She saw Jin Yipeng's twin swords flashing with silver light, flying left and right, attacking Huketu's vital points. His skill was truly unparalleled, yet he was still forced back by Wanjiu Huketu's "Dispelling Clouds and Rushing Lightning." All that could be heard was a thunderous roar of wind and rain, and where the sword light touched, pine branches and cypress leaves fell like a sudden rain, creating a strange scene under the hazy, cold moon.

Gu Yanwen stared for a moment, then asked with a puzzled look, "How could Huketu have lost his memory? Brother Yun, do you know?"

Xie Yunyue shook his head, indicating he didn't know. Suddenly, his face showed surprise. He bent down, grabbed a handful of snow, and launched it out of the forest in three bursts. Gu Yanwen was astonished. The Wise Fox Chen Baicheng, standing outside the arena alongside the Divine Swordsman Jin Yipeng, caught a glimpse of a white shadow shooting towards him. Startled, he reached out and grabbed it, only to find his hand icy cold and devoid of any strength. He quickly looked down and saw it was just a handful of ice shards. Slightly surprised, another white shadow came hurtling towards him. He quickly dodged to the side, his arms trembling slightly as he leaped towards the direction from which the snowball had come.

He leaped into the forest, but before his body even touched the ground, his vision blurred, and he suddenly felt a numbness in his wrists. All his strength vanished, and he was involuntarily pulled into the forest by a figure. Terrified, he looked closely and saw Xie Yunyue, with a stunningly beautiful young woman standing in the forest.

Xie Yunyue released his hands and whispered, "Brother Chen, there's no time for further words now. We are in a critical situation. Quickly signal Brother Jin to retreat. Lord Cai has committed suicide."

Upon hearing that Cai Fu was dead, Chen Baicheng, the Wise Fox, was greatly shocked and his face turned pale. Just as he was about to ask for details, Xie Yunyue urged him repeatedly. Seeing Xie Yunyue's anxious expression, Chen Baicheng, though not knowing the reason, was certain that they were in danger. He suddenly leaped out of the circle and shouted, "Teacher Jin, we have urgent matters to attend to. Let's be merciful and leave."

The Divine Swordsman Jin Yipeng was impatient. No matter how profound his sword techniques were, they were still blocked by Hu Ketu's "Cloud-Piercing Lightning." He was secretly puzzled, not understanding why Hu Ketu kept using the same move. Upon hearing this, he immediately withdrew his move and leaped out of the circle. Huketu stood there, sword in hand, looking bewildered. Suddenly, a sinister laugh echoed from the forest, like the hooting of an owl. Under the dim moonlight, it sent chills down

everyone's spine. Though the laugh wasn't loud, it was terrifying, soul-stirring, and made one's soul want to fly away. Zhihu Chen Baicheng's face changed color, and he hurriedly said, "Brother Jin, let's leave quickly!" He called out to the others.

As they leaped up, a sudden, soft, gust of wind swept them away, knocking them to the ground. The group was horrified. Two thin, grey-robed monks emerged from the forest. They appeared to be leaving, but in the blink of an eye, they were upon them with incredible speed.

The monk on the left coldly said, "Tonight, no one will leave safely. We await your judgment." The monk on the right's lips moved slightly, but no words came out.

Jin Yipeng, struck by the soft, gust of wind, felt his blood surge and his mind turbulent. Seeing the two monks' strange and unpredictable movements, he was filled with fear and dread. Upon hearing this, Jin Yipeng couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. As a proud and arrogant man, he shouted, "If I want to leave, I will leave. If you want to keep me here, hmph, I'm afraid you are not worthy of such skill." As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp slap rang out, and Jin Yipeng was struck on both cheeks at the same time. Instantly, golden light flashed in his eyes, and he saw two monks standing on his left and right, a foot away from him, with sinister smiles.

Jin Yipeng had never suffered such humiliation in front of others before. Overwhelmed with shame, he roared and lunged forward, his twin swords arcing out with incredible speed. Two streaks of silver light flashed, sending dozens of cold stars hurtling towards the nine vital points of the two monks. The two monks stood motionless, seemingly oblivious. As the swords reached them, each monk swiftly extended three fingers and pinched them together. The tips of Jin Yipeng's two swords were instantly caught in their grasp. With a furious snort, the monks flicked their fingers, and the pair of soft yet sharp Burmese swords snapped into four pieces at waist level. With a casual flick of their wrists, the two broken sword tips, trailing a streak of cold light, flew out and clattered into the trunks of two ancient pine trees.
Jin Yipeng's expression turned deathly pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, and fell silent. His final sigh was filled with despair, disillusionment, and rage. The wise fox Chen Baicheng and the others stood there dumbfounded, none daring to make a move. Chen Baicheng, with his exceptional intelligence, immediately sensed the strange movements of the two monks and knew their martial arts were unfathomably high. He knew that if they made a move, they would be killed instantly. He quickly stopped everyone from acting rashly, eager to know why Xie Yunyue hadn't come out. He secretly

glanced into the forest, but there was no movement. At this moment, the two gray-robed monks raised their hands and waved them. Jin Yipeng, Chen Baicheng, and the others felt a chilling gust of wind, shivered a few times, and their minds went blank. They collapsed to the ground in the snow. The two monks didn't even look at them, and simultaneously flew to land in front of the bewildered Huketu. The monk on the left said coldly, "Huketu, come with us to the capital. The Prime Minister deeply cherishes your skills and repeatedly instructed that your life be spared. Otherwise, why would you have escaped on Yingfoping?" Huketu stared blankly at the two monks' faces, remaining silent.

A cold smile crept across the two monks' faces as they flicked out two fingers, aiming for Huketu's "Zhitang" acupoint. Suddenly, two handfuls of grayish-white ice pellets flew out of the forest with lightning speed. Despite the monks' peak skill, they couldn't dodge them. With a series of cracking sounds, the monks were struck face-to-face, the ice pellets hitting their skin with excruciating pain.

They let out a sharp howl, their figures flashing as they shot into the forest, simultaneously unleashing a powerful burst of energy. This burst of energy was as powerful as a tidal wave, yet it produced no whistling sound. There was only a deafening roar, several ancient pines and cypresses snapping and falling, their petals scattering and creating a layer of white mist. The two monks darted into the forest like lightning, looked around, and seeing no one there, they let out a deep snort, their eyes flashing with a fierce light, before leaping back out of the forest.

For the first time, a look of horror appeared on the two monks' icy faces. They hadn't expected Jin Yipeng and the others to be completely gone, and Huketu was also nowhere to be seen. The two monks were startled, then simultaneously let out two sharp whistles, their figures shooting into the air and disappearing in an instant. The crescent moon hung dimly, a cold wind raged, and a hazy, sharp howl echoed across the snowy wilderness, where all things were lifeless. The Potala Temple was dark and silent, littered with corpses… Wuling Mountain stood outside Malan Pass, a natural barrier, its cliffs towering thousands of feet high, covered with dense cypress and pine trees, their verdant canopies shrouded in bamboo groves, a beautiful and captivating sight. Unfortunately, during spring, summer, and autumn, the mountains are shrouded in mist and clouds, so dense and humid that one can often hear sounds but not see people. Ancient pines abound, their branches like dragon scales and five-colored clouds, towering into the sky. Their branches intertwine and vie for prominence, with those over 1.5 meters tall displaying horizontal branches extending from all sides, their peaks drooping diagonally, creating a swirling, turbulent effect. The way they twist and turn, like dragons and phoenixes dancing in the valleys, is truly wondrous and ancient. A Jin dynasty couplet, "The peak's shadow is distant, like a canopy of clouds; the pine's roar is quietly heard, like the rising tide," aptly describes this scene.

Only in the depths of winter and early spring does the true face of Wuling Mountain become visible, but it is always shrouded in a blanket of white snow. The snow-covered, icy landscape is slippery and difficult to traverse; a single misstep can lead to eternal regret. Therefore, those who appreciate the beauty of mountains and waters consider it a perilous path, a daunting challenge, thus its fame remains obscure. Nestled at the southern foot of the mountain, surrounded by countless peaks, in a deep ravine stands a small hermitage, its walls made of stone and its roof of stacked bamboo. Above the gate are three characters in vermilion ink: "Zhizhi Hermitage." In front of the hermitage stand five gnarled pine trees, their branches cascading down in all directions, their forms strange and ancient. Behind the hermitage lies a verdant bamboo grove, and behind the bamboo, a waterfall cascades high, its roar like thunder, scattering pearls and jade, echoing through the valley and piercing the clouds. Currently, everything is shrouded in heavy snow. While the northern plains may occasionally be frigid and snowless, the mountains are in the depths of winter, with snow falling every day until March or April when the weather warms and the snow begins to melt, but the peaks remain a blanket of white.

The gates of Zhizhi Hermitage are tightly closed, and apart from the swirling snow and howling wind, it is utterly tranquil. In a small room facing south, a young girl in black leaned against the edge of the bed. Her eyes were red and swollen, her face pale. Her usually bright eyes had lost their luster, filled with resentment and sorrow. The heavy blows she had suffered had overwhelmed her fragile heart, making her even more haggard.

The girl in black sighed softly, tears welling in her eyes. She gently wiped them with her sleeve, then stood up gracefully, one hand covering her chest. She walked to the small table by the window, lit a censer of sandalwood incense, and the fragrant smoke filled the room. The room was dimly lit, with only an oil lamp casting a dim yellow glow. Under the lamplight, she read the Avatamsaka Sutra, randomly turning to a page. Her eyes were fixed on the paper, but her vision blurred.

The past was like a sharp sword piercing her chest and gouging out her heart, never able to heal the wounds in her soul. Her devoted love had been met with Xie Yunyue's disdain, especially his public humiliation and humiliation, which had broken her heart and left her heartbroken. Love, for a person, is often like a silkworm binding itself, remaining unaware until death. The first heartfelt declaration of love is the most unforgettable experience in a young girl's life.

Her eyes were blurred with tears, and she softly murmured, "Heaven and earth may end, but this sorrow will last forever..." A long, mournful sigh escaped her lips, more resentment than longing. The emptiness in her heart could not be filled by anything else, and tears streamed down her face like a broken spring.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and an old woman poked her head in, saying, "Miss Lan, the abbess is calling for you."

The girl in black responded softly, saying, "Fourth Aunt, thank you. Has she finished her practice?" As she spoke, she slowly turned and stood up.

Seeing the girl's eyes red and swollen from crying, the old woman frowned, sighed, and stepped in, saying, "Miss Lan, what's wrong? You've been crying all day since you returned to the nunnery. How can you ruin your health like this? Things have to be resolved slowly. Young men and women are bound to bicker."

The girl in black said anxiously, "It wasn't bickering, he deliberately bullied me."

The old woman shook her head and said, "You can't fool me. This old woman has been through it all. When I was your age, I had countless suitors. Hmph! I just ignored them, leaving them all bewildered. What's so great about that stinky man? If I were you, I'd find another one. There are plenty of handsome men in the world. Why should I choose him?" She then laughed.
The girl in black couldn't help but giggle halfway through the conversation, but by the end, she was so angry that she stomped her feet repeatedly and scolded, "Fourth Aunt, what do you know? If you could find someone else, would you need to tell me?"

The old woman opened her eyes in surprise and asked, "What? Miss Lan and he have..."

The girl in black's pale face instantly turned bright red, and she stomped her feet heavily, saying, "Fourth Aunt, don't talk nonsense. You don't know the details. Who's like you?" As she spoke, her almond-shaped eyes widened, filled with indignation.

Seeing that the girl in black was about to explode, the old woman quickly said, "Grandma, let's talk later." With that, she ran out in a flash.

The girl in black recalled that day in the swirling snow, when she was injured by Lou Jingde's "Iron Sleeve Skill," and in her hazy state, she only felt her beloved's familiar and strong hand pressed against her soft chest. An indescribable feeling of comfort flowed through her body, and her heart pounded. This rare warmth and affection made her wish that hand would stay on her chest forever.

But in an instant, Geng Changxiu shattered her beautiful dream. Alas, how could Fourth Aunt know that with her innocent body exposed to the world, how could she not be devoted to him, and have no other choice but him? She couldn't help but hate Geng Changxiu with a burning passion. That day in Xinzhuang, when Geng Changxiu was injured by her beloved, she felt guilty and uneasy, and questioned her beloved, only to be ridiculed by him. It felt like a thousand needles piercing her heart, which led her to cut her hair and leave in anger. Back in the mountain, she deeply resented her beloved's heartlessness and cried to her master, but her master only remained silent with a cold face.

She knew her master's personality well; the more he acted this way, the less likely it was to end well. Thus, she couldn't help but worry secretly for her beloved. The next day, Dwarf Fang Shuo and Jing Fang chased after her to this place to explain to their master. Their master said, "The disciples of Yanshan are not to be bullied. Call Xie Yunyue to Yanshan to apologize. I still want to see him. Why did he treat Lan'er so badly? Only when he gives a reasonable explanation will I let this go." Dwarf Fang Shuo and Jing Fang shook their heads and left.

She heard everything clearly behind the door. In that instant, a myriad of emotions surged within her. She didn't know whether it was love or hate. What would it be like to meet her beloved again? She had already made up her mind; she couldn't immediately change her mind, lest she be looked down upon by him. But since he had come to Yanshan, he had shown remorse. If she ignored him, his upright and unyielding nature would surely destroy all her dreams, leaving her with unbearable resentment.

Her emotions were a tangled mess, a turmoil of desire and revenge, a constant conflict that only intensified her anxiety and fear of loss. She let out a long, quiet sigh, murmuring, "Ni Wanlan, why is your life so tragic?" Forcing herself to calm herself, she tidied her disheveled hair and stepped outside. The only sound she heard was the gentle clanging of metal.

Reaching the Buddhist hall, the clanging abruptly stopped, and a voice called out from inside, "Is that Lan'er? Come in." Entering, she saw an elderly nun with frosty eyebrows and silver hair sitting beside the altar. Her phoenix eyes, sharp and piercing, held a chilling, authoritative presence.

This old nun was none other than the renowned Yan Chu Shen Ni (Nun Yan Chu), who glanced at Ni Wanlan as she entered and said, "Lan'er, there's no need to torment yourself like this. After I resolve this current predicament, I will fulfill your wish."

Ni Wanlan noticed the slight worry in the nun's eyes and was puzzled. She was taken aback and asked, "Do you still have any doubts?"

Yan Chu Shen Ni nodded and said, "I haven't left the nunnery for fifteen years, secretly cultivating the true power of 'Mahayana Prajna.' Do you all think that I have a clear mind and have comprehended the secrets of Zen? No, I am fighting four powerful enemies. Tonight, there is a life-or-death battle on Thousand Pine Cliff. I don't know who will emerge victorious."

Ni Wanlan looked surprised and said, "Your prestige is known throughout the land, and you are revered in the martial arts world. Who would dare to touch your hair?" "

The nun of Yanshan smiled broadly at her words and shrugged, saying, 'You silly girl, you really don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. There are always people more skilled than you, and there are always higher realms beyond the heavens. This time, they are reclusive masters of the martial arts world, known only to a select few in the current martial arts world. You have no idea who they are. One is the Three Elders of Kuocang, and the other is the current Qingcheng Sect Master's senior uncle, Bi Xiaolan, the Shadowless Palm Master. Their martial arts are at their peak. Do you think they are ordinary people?'

Ni Wanlan was surprised and said, 'I have never heard of these four people before, but I know they are all righteous masters. Why would they be enemies with you, sir? It's truly incomprehensible.'" "

The Divine Nun of Yanshan couldn't help but smile and said, 'There are many incomprehensible grudges and disputes in the martial world, but the fault lies with me. Fifteen years ago, although I was a member of the Chan sect, I was competitive and boastful. On Zhaocang Zhaixing Peak, I unexpectedly encountered Bi Xiaolan, the Invisible Divine Palm, and the Three Elders of Kuocang. We had a brief discussion on swordsmanship, and I shouldn't have boasted that the "Muni Subduing Demons" sword technique was the best in the world. Bi Xiaolan immediately asked for verification. I was indignant that Cheng Yuan, the white-haired dragon among the Three Elders of Kuocang, made sarcastic remarks. When the Muni sword technique reached its 119th move, it severed two fingers of Cheng Yuan's right hand and cut off a corner of Bi Xiaolan's sleeve. The four were furious and displayed their best skills, forcing me to the edge of a cliff. Seeing that I was in danger, Bi Xiaolan, the Invisible Divine Palm, understood the situation and immediately stopped, saying that it was not honorable for the four of them to fight together, and challenged me to a life-or-death battle that night.'" "After saying this, she sighed softly, her expression filled with unease.

Ni Wanlan was startled and asked, "Are you going to fight four against one tonight? How can you do that..." She frowned slightly, thinking, "If they don't come, fine, but you insist on seeing it."

The nun of Yanshan saw through Ni Wanlan's thoughts at a glance and smiled, "Lan'er, don't cause trouble for your master. The three elders of Kuocang are narrow-minded. The pain of losing a finger to the white-haired dragon Cheng Yuan has left them with a deep-seated hatred. Your master can only rely on the compassion of Buddha to resolve this grudge. Your eldest sister, Ling Yushuang, will definitely come tonight. You just need to stay in the nunnery and you'll be fine."

Upon hearing that Ling Yushuang was coming, Ni Wanlan recalled the gentle image of her eldest sister, Huiwan, whom she hadn't seen for five or six years. She was overjoyed, wondering why her eldest sister was coming tonight. Just as she was about to ask the nun of Yanshan, the nun said, "Go to the back and see if Aunt You has prepared dinner." "After saying that, she immediately closed her eyes. Ni Wanlan responded and walked towards the back.

In the small room of the south wing, the oil lamp was dim and the sandalwood smoke was pervasive. Ni Wanlan lay on the bed with her sword as a pillow, staring blankly at Chengchen. The past was unbearable to recall, and she felt restless. Outside the window, the north wind was fierce, and the tung oil window paper was crackling. It was already early afternoon, and the earth was shrouded in darkness. Snowflakes the size of goose feet were flying everywhere, falling silently and thickening inch by inch.

Inside Zhizhi Nunnery, the light was dim. Ni Wanlan went back through the window and felt suffocated. Her feet had barely touched the ground when she heard You Sigu's voice outside the door: "Miss Lan, the abbess is calling you." She responded haphazardly and walked towards the Buddha Hall with a heart full of unease. Two huge pine oil candles were burning in the Buddha Hall. The candlelight reflected on the face of the Yanshan nun, whose face was as cold as frost. Ni Wanlan couldn't help but feel a chill in her chest and called out softly, "Master." "

The nun of Yanshan lay lost in thought, seemingly troubled by a major and perplexing matter, unable to find a solution. Her expression shifted several times

, revealing her inner turmoil. At this moment, Aunt You peeked out from behind the Buddhist hall, winked at Ni Wanlan, and said, 'Miss Lan, your sister Shuang is waiting for you behind here. Go quickly.' Ni Wanlan stopped sobbing, her eyes lighting up with joy. She glanced at the nun's face and murmured, 'Master, Lan'er is going to see Sister Shuang.' The nun nodded. Ni Wanlan was overjoyed and walked towards the back of the Buddhist hall.

Following Aunt You, Ni Wanlan entered Aunt You's bedroom behind the nunnery. A stunningly beautiful young woman in white sat on the couch, her delicate features and light makeup radiating an ethereal charm that instantly evoked feelings of tenderness. Ni Wanlan called out, 'Sister Shuang!'

The young woman in white stood up with a smile and said, 'Sister Lan, it's been so long! Let Sister Shuang take a look at you.'" Holding Ni Wanlan's wrist, Ling Yushuang carefully examined her, then sighed softly, "Lanmei, you've become much thinner than when you were in the mountains. Have you cried?"

These words stirred up endless sorrow in Ni Wanlan, and tears streamed down her face like a broken spring. She buried her face in Ling Yushuang's arms, sobbing. Ling Yushuang stroked Ni Wanlan's hair, softly comforting her, "Lanmei, don't be sad. As a woman, these things are unavoidable; only Heaven can arrange them. I've already heard about your situation from Fourth Aunt. Things can still be done; there's no need to worry for so long."

Fourth Aunt You, who had hurriedly left after Ni Wanlan entered the room, rushed back in, smiling as she greeted her, "Have you and your sister finished talking? The enemy has already arrived at Thousand Pine Cliff."

Ling Yushuang smiled faintly, "Fourth Aunt, didn't you want to stretch your muscles tonight?" "

You Sigu nodded and said, "I haven't moved for thirty years. I don't know if I can go or not. Your master refused to let me go no matter what. After I provoked her, the abbess had no choice but to allow me to go."

You should know that You Sigu was once a ruthless female demon. Once, when she was surrounded by righteous masters, she fell off a dangerous cliff and was on the verge of death. Fortunately, the Divine Nun of Yanshan passed by and rescued her. She was taken to Wuyun Mountain and carefully treated. It took half a year for her to recover. She was remorseful and changed her ways. She never came out of Zhizhi Nunnery. Ni Wanlan heard that the powerful enemy had reached the top of Qiansong Cliff. She wanted to see a show, but she was afraid that the Divine Nun of Yanshan would find out. She remembered that Ling Yushuang was easy to talk to, so she coaxed her senior sister to set up a plan.

Ling Yushuang couldn't help but frown and smiled, "You are so old and still so difficult. Actually, there is a deeper meaning to why our master did not allow us to go out. How about this, I will take you to hide in a secret cave near Qiansong Cliff. But you must promise me that no matter what you see, you must not take it." "Ni Wanlan was overjoyed and readily agreed.

You Sigu went out first, followed by Ling Yushuang and Ni Wanlan. More than ten pine resin torches were lit on the top of the thousand-year cliff. The fierce wind had no effect on these torches, and the blazing flames only swayed erratically in the wind and snow. Hundreds of strange pines on the cliff were coiled like dragons and snakes, with branches and willows, their shapes bizarre. Three old men sat on one of the strange pines with its gnarled roots, all with white hair and thick eyebrows, and silver beards flowing on their chests.

The firelight reflected on their faces, making their expressions deep and serious. The old man on the left suddenly stretched out his right hand, his gaze falling on the right palm with the missing ring finger, and a cold smile appeared on his face. He said, "It's so late, and the old hag has not yet come. Is she afraid?" "

The words had barely left her lips when, from beyond the firelight, came the voice of the Divine Nun of Yanshan, saying, 'The Three Friends of Kuocang are truly trustworthy. Why hasn't the old man of Qingcheng, Bi Xiaolan, the Invisible Palm Master, arrived yet?' A sudden gust of wind swept in, and amidst the flickering flames, the Divine Nun of Yanshan, with her frosty eyebrows and silver hair, appeared.

The Three Elders of Kuocang were startled; the Divine Nun of Yanshan was already upon them, yet they remained oblivious. They were suddenly taken aback and rose up in unison. The white-haired Divine Dragon Cheng Yuan raised his right hand, now bearing only three fingers, and said in a deep voice, 'The kindness of losing a finger has been etched in my heart for fifteen years. Tonight, let's settle this score. Old hag, what else do you have to say?' The Divine Nun of Yanshan raised an eyebrow, about to reply,

when the old man in the yellow robe in the center said, 'Second brother, hold on. Tonight, we must settle our scores. What's the rush? Master Bi will arrive soon. We can act after he arrives.'"

The old nun of Yanshan smiled and said, "It is indeed the words of the reclusive hermit Fang Yi, truly admirable." The white-haired dragon Cheng Fang sneered, his two murderous gazes fixed on the old nun's face, unblinking.

The old nun smiled faintly, seemingly disregarding the three elders of Kuocang before her. Suddenly, a long, mournful dragon roar echoed from the distance of the valley, piercing the air and carried by the wind. The roar was swift, approaching rapidly, its echo reverberating through the valley, followed by the deafening roar of an avalanche. The old nun of Yanshan uttered a loud Buddhist chant, her brows lowered, "Good, good."

Amidst the earth-shattering sounds, a flash of fire appeared, and less than ten feet from the three elders of Kuocang, a gaunt-faced old man descended like a bird. As soon as he landed, he laughed loudly, "The Three Elders of Kuocang, how have you been? Forgive me for being late, I feel deeply apologetic." He then turned to look at the Divine Nun of Yanshan and smiled slightly, "Greetings

, Divine Nun. I never imagined that we, nearing the end of our lives, would still have a disagreement." The Divine Nun of Yanshan bowed slightly and said, "Benefactor Bi, it's been a long time since we last met. Your brows are refined and elegant, and I imagine your skills have improved even further. I have come to your invitation. May I ask how you intend to settle this?" Before Bi Xiaolan could answer, the white-haired Divine Dragon Cheng Yuan said sternly , "How can I settle this? I will

make sure you die by my sword and that Zhizhi Nunnery is reduced to ashes before I can quell my hatred." Upon hearing this, the Divine Nun of Yanshan frowned and said coldly, "I'm afraid it won't be that easy. Do you see that my nunnery is still intact?" The white-haired Divine Dragon Cheng Yuan's expression changed. Suddenly, he saw something being thrown from beyond the torch, shooting towards him like lightning. Cheng Yuan raised his palm and waved it slightly, and the object immediately fell to the ground with a thud. Seven heads landed around the three elders of Kuocang, their faces blurred and covered in blood, a gruesome sight, all struck by the palm of the white-haired divine dragon Cheng Yuan. The nun of Yanshan silently chanted Buddhist prayers, while the invisible palm of Bi Xiaolan subtly raised an eyebrow, causing the three elders of Kuocang to change color in shock. The white-haired divine dragon Cheng Yuan, unusually agitated, shouted , "Who are you, hiding your heads and cowering? What kind of righteous act is this?" A cold laugh rose from the shadows: "You dare speak of righteous acts? Taking advantage of the nun of Yanshan's arrival to fulfill her promise, you sent your henchmen to burn down the nunnery. I, this old woman, witnessed it, and, unable to contain my anger, I cut off the heads of all six Yang leaders to shame you." The white-haired divine dragon Cheng Yuan stared at the person speaking in the shadows, a cold smile on his face, and suddenly raised his palm, unleashing a black light that shot out with lightning speed. Suddenly, a faint sound rang out, and You Si Zhan emerged from the shadows, carrying an iron pipa no more than three feet tall in her left hand. Pointing at Cheng Yuan, she sneered, "Your Black Demon Lamp is only good for dealing with ordinary people. Trying to play with it in front of this old woman is like showing off your skills before an expert. Don't you know that this old woman is the ancestor of hidden weapons?" Bi Xiaolan, the Shadowless Palm Master, recognized You Si Gu's appearance and exclaimed, "So it's you." You Si Zhan turned to look at Bi Xiaolan and said, "That's right. You didn't expect that I, the Iron Pipa You Si Gu, am still alive, did you? If you're interested, this old woman will gladly oblige." Bi Xiaolan coldly laughed, "A wandering soul under the palm, what's the point of talking about courage? I've come here to settle old scores with the old nun of Yanshan. Our thirty-year feud is over, so why bother?" As she spoke, she took three or four steps back. The Divine Nun of Yanshan had never expected that when the Iron-Finger Pipa You Sigu fell off the cliff, it was because of a palm strike from Bi Xiaolan, the Shadowless Palm Master. For thirty years, she had remained silent, and she looked at You Sigu with astonishment. At this moment, the White-Haired Divine Dragon Cheng Yuan let out a loud snort and suddenly thrust out a palm strike. The force of the strike was even more ferocious than a raging north wind, piercing the clouds and creating a sharp, piercing sound. You Sigu abruptly raised her pipa to meet the incoming palm strike, and the five strings of the pipa rang out with a series of clear, melodious notes. You Sigu staggered back two steps, and before the notes could finish, a shower of flying needles shot out, raining down like flowers upon the White-Haired Divine Dragon Cheng Yuan. Cheng Yuan was keenly aware of the danger. He had just heard Bi Xiaolan reveal their opponent: the Iron-Finger Pipa You Sigu, renowned throughout the martial arts world thirty years ago. You Sigu possessed unparalleled internal and external martial arts skills, and her pipa concealed incredibly poisonous flying needles—a single strike would tear away flesh. Both the righteous and the underworld feared her. Upon seeing the needles, Cheng Yuan leaped four or five zhang into the air with a "crane soaring into the sky," striking down with his palm. A gust of wind swept through, scattering the needles into the snow. Cheng Yuan landed lightly, his face expressionless with disdain. You Sigu shouted, "Try taking another move from me!" With a flick of her pipa, she launched herself forward. A fierce wind howled, the strings vibrated wildly, the vibrations coming from all directions, leaving one bewildered. The pipa flew with lightning speed, about to strike the face of the white-haired dragon Cheng Yuan, but Cheng Yuan seemed oblivious, standing motionless. He knew the move was a feint, waiting to see what would happen. Sure enough, just as it was about to hit him, it suddenly changed. From all directions, black shadows of pipas flew in, playing a chorus of five notes, a tinkling and booming sound. The white-haired dragon Cheng Yuan swayed slightly, retreating three feet in a flash. His entire body surged, and he landed behind You Si Gu with unparalleled speed, thrusting out both palms. You Si Gu's attack missed, and she was startled. Suddenly, she felt a gentle breeze behind her chest. She immediately twirled the pipa, turning around and using all her strength in this move. But upon receiving the attack, her wrist went limp, and she couldn't muster any strength. Knowing she was in trouble, she tried to withdraw her attack and retaliate with her palms, but the force of the palm strike had already rebounded. The pipa flew from her hand, and she felt as if a thousand-pound hammer had struck her chest. With a muffled groan, she was sent flying backward. With a loud thud, You Sigu crashed into the snow, blackening a pine torch. She sat up abruptly, her face contorted, and spat out a mouthful of blood before collapsing back into the snow. The white-haired Divine Dragon Cheng Yuan laughed wildly, "Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, you dare to be so stubborn! Do you think you can withstand the power of my Rou family?" The Divine Nun of Yanshan flew to You Sigu's side, helped her up, and saw that her face was ashen, her breath faint. She quickly pressed nine acupoints on You Sigu, took out a small bottle, poured out three pills, and placed them in her mouth. She then laid her flat on the ground, turned, and glared at Cheng Yuan, saying, "Benefactor Cheng, your methods are a bit too cruel." The white-haired Divine Dragon Cheng Yuan laughed loudly, "Old bald woman, you're barely able to take care of yourself, yet you dare to cry like a crocodile! I swear, tonight no one who comes to Thousand Pine Cliff will leave with a whole corpse!" The Shadowless Divine Palm, Bi Xiaolan, standing nearby, frowned upon hearing this. The Divine Nun of Yanshan coldly said, "Amitabha, how can this Thousand Pine Cliff be a place for people to commit atrocities? May Buddha have mercy, this old nun will unleash a massacre tonight." As she spoke, a dragon's roar resounded , and a dazzling, hazy blue light rose up. In the hand of the Divine Nun of Yanshan was a long sword with a cold, flashing light, which swayed in the wind, the lightning swirling and dazzling. Suddenly, the sword's momentum subsided, and the Divine Nun of Yanshan held the sword, coldly saying, "This old nun thinks that you are all renowned masters, why should you all be destroyed at the top of Thousand Pine Cliff? It would be better to stop and leave, and settle your grievances." Cheng Yuan's eyebrows were furious, and he shouted, "Old hag, what arrogant words are you spouting? Your Muni Subduing Demon Twenty-Eight Weapons made you a venerable one fifteen years ago, but now they seem not worth a laugh." The Divine Nun of Yanshan snorted, and before she could reply, the seriously injured You Sigu suddenly stood up and swiftly struck Cheng Yuan with a palm. A silvery-white object, carried by the palm strike, flew with incredible speed. The white-haired dragon Cheng Yuan never dreamed that the heavily injured You Sizhan would leap up and launch a sneak attack. Caught off guard, the silvery-white object was already upon him, and he hastily retaliated with a palm strike. A crisp cracking sound rang out as the silvery-white pellet shattered from the force of the palm strike, instantly releasing a burst of phosphorescent fire that struck Cheng Yuan's face. This phosphorescent fire was extremely poisonous, igniting anything it touched. It clung to Cheng Yuan's silver beard, bursting into flames, engulfing his face in a sea of fire. The white-haired dragon Cheng Yuan, lying prone in the snow, his white hair buried in a foot of ice and snow, finally managed to extinguish the phosphorescent fire. Standing up, he saw that Cheng Yuan's silver beard, white hair, and eyebrows were all burned away, his face charred black, his expression utterly comical. Meanwhile, the two elders of Kuocang couldn't hold back any longer. They each unleashed a palm strike, pushing towards the frail and swaying You Sigu. You Sigu's internal organs were destroyed. Relying on the three spiritual pills from the old nun of Yanshan, she managed to gather a last bit of true energy in her dantian and leap up, firing a blue phosphorus missile. She was now at her last gasp. How could she withstand the elders' powerful blow? Before she could even utter a sound, she was sent flying. Suddenly, a scream rang out from the shadows. The yellow-robed hermit Fang Yi's expression changed, and he shouted, "Who goes there?" He lunged towards the source of the scream. Suddenly, a loud laugh was heard, followed by a shout: "Come back with me!" Fang Yi's lunging figure was suddenly thrown back, landing on the ground, his expression slightly changed. Standing beneath the pine tree, the Shadowless Palm Bi Xiaolan, secretly angered by the white-haired dragon's arrogant statement that none of those who came to the Thousand Pine Cliff tonight would return unscathed, retreated to the side, coldly observing, harboring a detached, detached ambition.

At this moment, seeing the yellow-robed hermit Fang Yi being repelled from the shadows by an invisible force, he exclaimed in surprise, "Could there be a powerful figure hiding in the shadows? Someone capable of repelling old man Fang must be no ordinary person!" He gave a wink to the two elders of Kuocang, and the three of them, in perfect unison, shouted simultaneously, leaping into the air and rushing towards the forest, their six palms withdrawing at the same time.

"Seeking death!" A furious shout, a deafening roar, and a surging, mountain-like gust of wind arose. Three sharp cracks, followed by three screams, were heard as the yellow-robed hermit Fang Yi and the two elders of Kuocang fell dead to the ground.

Both the Shadowless Palm Master Bi Xiaolan and the Yanshan Divine Nun felt a jolt in their chests, secretly sensing the extraordinary martial arts skills of this person, a rare sight indeed. Especially Bi Xiaolan, the Shadowless Palm Master, felt that "there are heavens beyond heavens, and people above people," her competitive spirit instantly extinguished, realizing she had truly brought trouble upon herself.

The nun of Yanshan called out loudly, "Who is the master who will assist me? Please show yourself!" She called out three times, but there was not a sound from the woods.

"Abbot, you don't need to call anymore. This old woman knows who it is," a hoarse female voice suddenly came from the shadows.

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