[Rebirth of Zhao Zhijing] (Chapter 53)

Reborn as Zhao Zhijing, Chapter 53: The Sweeping Monk
Author: wolui
September 3, 2015
The Northern Shaolin Temple has always been the orthodox sect of the martial arts world, the head of all major sects. However, in recent years, it has been repeatedly betrayed by Zhao Zhijing ,
causing its reputation to plummet. Even Abbot Xuanci was forced to commit suicide, marking the lowest point since the temple's founding.
But even a fallen camel is bigger than a horse; the temple still has many masters, led by the Three Elders. Xie Xun came to kill in revenge
but was subdued and imprisoned in the back mountain.
At this time, Zhao Zhijing led a team to the grasslands to assassinate Temujin, and only Guo Jing returned,
severely wounded. Many people assumed the others had died for their country, praising them while secretly harboring ambitions.
Zhao Zhijing, Zhang Sanfeng, and He Zudao were the top masters of the Quanzhen, Wudang, and Kunlun sects, respectively. If they all
perished, the high-level power of the Central Plains martial arts world would be completely depleted, creating opportunities for others to rise to power.
Taking advantage of the situation, the Northern Shaolin Temple convened the Lion-Slaying Assembly to enhance its prestige.
The front and back halls, left and right wings of the Shaolin Temple were packed with heroes from all walks of life. Among these figures
were those who harbored grudges against Xie Xun, plotting revenge; those who coveted the Dragon-Slaying Saber, dreaming of
seizing the treasure and becoming the supreme martial artist; those who had personal grievances and wanted to settle them; and the majority,
however, were there simply to watch the spectacle.
The Quanzhen, Wudang, and Kunlun sects, having lost masters in the assassination attempt on Temujin on the grasslands, were still internally
divided and naturally did not send anyone. The Southern Shaolin Temple sent three masters—Kongwen, Kongzhi, and Kongxing—to bolster
its presence. The Emei sect also arrived, led personally by its new leader, Zhou Zhiruo.
The Beggars' Sect was represented by its new leader, Chen Youliang, and a group of elders.
The most eye-catching group was the Five Mountains Sword Sect, whose leader, Yue Buqun, wore a long, bright red robe, exuding an eerie and magnificent aura.
Zuo Lengchan, the leader of the Songshan Sect, followed behind him, appearing quite submissive. Several other masters from the Five Mountains Sword Sect were also present
. Naturally, Zhang Wuji's Ming Cult was also there.
While Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao had died at the hands of Zhao Zhijing,
the White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng and the Five Wanderers remained, their strength not to be underestimated.
Many members of smaller sects also attended, including several hidden masters.
For example, Murong Fu, after being informed that Princess Yinchuan's marriage proposal had been canceled, slunk back to the Central Plains and
happened to arrive at the Lion-Slaying Assembly. He had no interest in Xie Xun, but the legendary Dragon-Slaying Saber was said to command the world
, and the Murong family, who constantly dreamed of restoring their kingdom, naturally coveted it.
After Xuan Ci's suicide, his junior brother Xuan Ji temporarily assumed the position of leader of the Northern Shaolin Temple.
At this moment, he walked to the center of the square, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and loudly proclaimed, "Today, we are honored to have the heroes of the world grace us
with their presence, and the Shaolin Sect is deeply grateful..." He rattled off a string of polite words, quite skillfully, showing that
he was capable enough to assume the position of sect leader.
After the preamble, he got to the point: "The Golden-Haired Lion King Xie Xun has wreaked havoc on the martial world, committing heinous crimes. Fortunately,
he was captured by our temple. The Shaolin Sect dares not act arbitrarily and respectfully invites all respected figures in the martial world to discuss a solution."
In truth, among the martial artists who had come to Shaolin at this time, only a minority had a grudge against Xie Xun; most were there for the Dragon-Slaying
Saber. Although Zhao Zhijing had already obtained the Dragon-Slaying Saber, only Zhou Zhiruo knew this.
Zhou Zhiruo's visit to Shaolin was purely because she felt she had mastered the martial arts she learned from Zhao Zhijing, and her skills had greatly
improved. As the leader of the Emei Sect, she wanted to use this opportunity to establish her authority.
Since losing her virginity to the evil Taoist priest, this beautiful young woman had become corrupted, extremely pragmatic and utilitarian.
She thought to herself, "I wonder if that lecherous priest is dead or not? Hmm, I was hoping to get a few more martial arts techniques from him in bed,
but I guess that's out of the question. But it doesn't matter, I've already secured my position as the leader of the Emei Sect, I don't need his support anymore. If
he really died on the grasslands, then I won't have to serve people like a prostitute anymore, that would be easy."
Thinking of this, she recalled the ecstatic
pleasure of Zhao Zhijing's thick, strong penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, and her pretty face flushed red. Her legs unconsciously tightened, rubbing together slightly.
"It's just...it's a bit of a pity...although shameful, it was really comfortable...especially when
that bastard thrust to the deepest point, that feeling like it was blocking my cervix...it was really..."
Just then, she heard someone speak beside her: "Zhiruo, it's been a long time."
It was Zhang Wuji.
Zhou Zhiruo trembled, then quickly regained her composure, smiling faintly, "Greetings, Leader Zhang. I heard of your
marriage to Sister Buhui a while ago, but I haven't been able to send a congratulatory gift; I've been negligent."
Yang Buhui was Yang Xiao's daughter, and Zhang Wuji's marriage to her made him a true member of the Ming Cult. The higher-ups within the cult
were all happy to see it happen and strongly encouraged it. Zhang Wuji didn't particularly like Yang Buhui, but he was always indecisive, and besides,
Yang Buhui was quite beautiful. Under the persuasion of his maternal grandfather, Yin Tianzheng, he agreed without much thought.
As for Yang Buhui, without her father Yang Xiao's protection, she was merely a bargaining chip.
However, the news of their marriage was the final straw for Zhou Zhiruo.
Although she was already manipulated by the demonic cultivators at the time, she still loved Zhang Wuji deep down. The fact that Zhang Wuji would actually
get married ultimately led Zhou Zhiruo to her downfall.
Looking at the beautiful yet unfamiliar woman before him, Zhang Wuji was
overwhelmed with emotion, speechless for a moment.
Yin Tianzheng approached and said, "Miss Zhou, my sect leader Zhang and you are old friends..." "
I am the head of the Emei Sect, and one of the five vice-leaders of the martial arts world. Does the Eagle King intend to abuse his seniority
?"
Zhou Zhiruo's cold words caused both Zhang Wuji and Yin Tianzheng's expressions to change.
Yin Tianzheng paused, then said, "Sect Leader Zhou, please forgive my rashness. My sect
leader Xie Fawang is currently imprisoned in the back mountains of Shaolin Temple. I implore Sect Leader Zhou, considering your past relationship with my sect leader, to assist in this matter."
It seemed the Ming Cult felt they couldn't guarantee a successful rescue for Xie Xun alone and wanted to find allies.
But Zhang Wuji assumed this was pointless; why would the Emei Sect help them when there was no benefit to them?
Without Yang Xiao, the Ming Cult lost its only strategist. Although it still possessed many skilled fighters, it was unlikely to achieve its full potential.
Climate. This was also why Zhao Zhijing wanted to kill Yang Xiao, to prevent the Ming Cult from causing any trouble.
Zhou Zhiruo sneered without speaking, but Zhang Wuji didn't notice and interjected, "Everyone wants to find out
the location of the Dragon-Slaying Saber from my godfather, and in the end, we can only resolve it through a martial arts contest. But even if we win, to save my godfather, we still have to get past the
Three Shaolin Elders' Vajra Formation. I hope you can lend me a hand then."
Zhou Zhiruo smiled noncommittally and said softly, "Let's talk about it after Leader Zhang has overpowered everyone."
Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's cold tone, Zhang Wuji assumed she was angry that he had married Yang Buhui, and for a moment, he was embarrassed and didn't
know how to explain. Little did he know that the beautiful Emei Sect leader in front of him had already been manipulated
countless times by a wild man's big cock, and all three of her orifices had been opened. She was no longer the gentle and innocent girl she once was.
Just as Zhang Wuji expected, after a heated discussion, the heroes finally decided to have a martial arts contest.
Yin Tianzheng said to Zhang Wuji, "Master, there are many enemies at this time, so let me take the lead."
Zhang Wuji knew that powerful enemies surrounded them and dared not be careless, so he nodded and said, "Grandfather, please be careful."
Yin Tianzheng walked to the center of the square, cupped his hands, and asked the heroes to teach him.
The White-browed Eagle King had roamed the martial arts world for decades and was one of the four Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult, so his martial arts skills were naturally not weak.
Several well-known masters jumped out, but they were all defeated one by one.
The morale of the Ming Cult members was naturally greatly boosted, and they cheered loudly.
Then a soft, feminine voice rang out: "Let me, Yue, experience the White-browed Eagle King's famous Eagle Claw Kung
Fu."
A red shadow flashed, and a figure wearing a long red robe stood in the center of the square. His movements were so fast that they were
difficult to distinguish.
"How did Yue Buqun become like this?" Zhou Zhiruo murmured to herself. She frowned, feeling that the
movement seemed somewhat familiar.
Yue Buqun, with his pale face and clean-shaven face, coupled with his long red robe, gave off a somewhat eerie feeling.
Yin Tianzheng, on high alert, gestured for him to make a move.
Yue Buqun chuckled and said calmly, "It's better to let the Eagle King make the move. If I were to attack, I'm
afraid you wouldn't be able to withstand it."
Yin Tianzheng was immediately enraged, laughing loudly, "Then let me experience the superior skills of the Gentleman's Sword!"
With that, he formed claws with both hands and fiercely swung them out, unleashing the Eagle Claw Kung Fu he had honed over many years.
But Yue Buqun neither dodged nor evaded. Just as Yin Tianzheng's claws were about to reach him, he smiled disdainfully, his figure
flashing a few feet to the side like a ghost, just dodging the enemy's attack.
So fast!
Yue Buqun's speed truly shocked all the martial arts spectators.
Yin Tianzheng was also greatly surprised, but with the arrow already on the bowstring, he could only shout and
attack Yue Buqun again.
Yue Buqun said softly, "This time, it's my turn."
With that, a red shadow flashed, and he was already behind Yin Tianzheng. His long sword, seemingly drawn at his waist,
flashed coldly, and he thrust it out.
Zhang Wuji cried out in alarm, "Grandpa, be careful!"
But it was too late. Despite Yin Tianzheng's desperate dodge, Yue Buqun's sword slashed
a deep wound across his ribs, drawing blood.
In a single exchange, Yin Tianzheng was defeated by Yue Buqun's sword.
The Ming Cult members immediately helped Yin Tianzheng back to his feet. Although the wound wasn't fatal, they had already lost the battle.
The White-Browed Eagle King was already the second strongest fighter in the Ming Cult; with his defeat, Zhang Wuji had to step in himself.
Yin Tianzheng whispered, "Wuji, don't rush in. Yue Buqun's speed is strangely fast, but
his skill isn't that strong. As long as we hold our ground and stall, we'll have a chance to win. I've fallen for that hypocrite's provocation, damn it!"
Zhang Wuji nodded and walked to the center of the arena.
Seeing Zhang Wuji step forward, Yue Buqun raised his voice, "Leader Zhang,
when the Quanzhen Sect Leader Zhao suggested you become the leader of the Ming Cult, it was because he hoped you could guide the Ming Cult onto the right path. Xie Xun has committed many evils and should be
held responsible for his actions. You, too, should have put righteousness above family ties, setting an example for the world, showing everyone that the Ming Cult has
repented and will no longer act recklessly without distinguishing right from wrong. But now you're like this... alas, the Zhao Sect Leader
misjudged you."
Zhang Wuji wasn't exactly quick-witted, and was immediately rendered speechless by Yue Buqun's lecture.
Yue Buqun sighed again and said loudly, "During the Quanzhen Grand Ceremony at Longhu Mountain, Master Zhang of Wudang
relinquished his position as Vice Leader of the Martial Arts Alliance to my Huashan Sect's Divine Sword Immortal Ape, Senior Brother Mu Renqing. However, Senior Brother Mu has been living in seclusion for many years, detached from worldly affairs.
Recently, he wanted to pass the position of Vice Leader to me, Yue. My virtue and talent are limited, but Master Zhang
has passed away, and there is no news of Headmaster Zhao. For the sake of the stability of the Central Plains martial arts world, I have no choice but to strive and take on this
position. Xie Xun is a great enemy of the Central Plains martial arts world. As long as I am here, I will never let him fall back into the hands of the Ming Cult
. Otherwise, how can I explain to those martial arts comrades who died tragically at the hands of Xie Xun!?"
These words were spoken with righteous indignation. Although his tone was a bit high-pitched, many people still nodded repeatedly, secretly thinking
that he truly deserved to be called the Gentleman Sword of Huashan, possessing a true chivalrous spirit.
Clap clap clap…
A burst of applause rang out, and Murong Fu stepped forward from the crowd, exuding an air of nonchalance, and declared loudly, “Sect Leader Yue is
right! Xie Xun, that villain, deserves to die a thousand deaths! How can he be let off so easily? I, Murong Fu, also have close friends who died at Xie
Xun's hands, and today I will avenge him!”
Many in the crowd harbored grudges against Xie Xun, and immediately everyone supported him, with shouts of “Kill Xie Xun!” ringing out.
Zhang Wuji, his face grave, clasped his hands in a fist salute and said, “My godfather has been blind for nearly twenty years; he
is now merely an old, disabled man. Why must you all press him so hard?”
Yue Buqun shook his head and sighed, “Stubborn to the end…”
Then, brandishing his longsword, he shouted in a soft, effeminate voice, “Sect Leader Zhang, make your move!”
There was nothing more to say; a fight was inevitable.
In this world, Zhang Wuji had not yet mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill, nor had he learned the Great Shift of the Universe, Tai Chi, the
Sacred Flame Token, and other unique martial arts. Although Zhao Zhijing taught him some of the martial arts from the Nine Yin Manual, his overall
strength was inferior to that in the original novel.
When the two fought, Zhang Wuji possessed formidable internal energy and an imposing demeanor; Yue Buqun's movements were unpredictable, and his swordplay was fierce.
Although the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique was incredibly fast, it didn't offer many opportunities against Zhang Wuji, who was cautiously guarding his position
. Even though Yue Buqun managed to find a few openings, he could only tear Zhang Wuji's clothes before being repelled by the Nine Yang Internal Force
, without causing any damage.
"This Ming Cult leader is so young, yet so powerful!?"
"Such strong internal force cultivation. I heard Zhang Wuji is from the Wudang Sect. Is Wudang's internal force really this formidable
?"
The spectators discussed animatedly. During the siege of Bright Peak in this world, Zhang Wuji's whereabouts were
exposed by Zhao Zhijing when he infiltrated the Emei Sect. This prevented him from being imprisoned in the Qiankun Qi Bag and entering the Ming Cult's secret passage, among other opportunities
. He also couldn't represent the Ming Cult against the righteous sects. Therefore, most of the people present were unaware of his
martial arts prowess.
Even Yue Buqun was greatly surprised. He was already quite strong, and after castrating himself to practice swordsmanship, his skills had improved
remarkably. He never expected to be unable to defeat this young leader of the Ming Cult.
Meanwhile, on the Five Mountains Sword Sect's side, Xianyu Tong was watching the battle with a frown.
Although he had surrendered to the Mongols at Wan'an Temple and even helped persuade Ning Zhongze to surrender, only the Huashan Sect
knew this. Naturally, the Huashan Sect wouldn't expose their dirty laundry, so outsiders had no idea that Xianyu Tong
was a traitor.
Beside Xianyu Tong was a rather dignified middle-aged man, none other than Gongsun Zhi, the master of the Valley of Heartbreak.
He had been cursed by Zhao Zhijing with a life-or-death talisman and had no choice but to return in disgrace to work as a spy, gathering intelligence for the evil Taoists.
At this moment, he whispered, "I didn't expect Zhang Wuji to be so powerful. I wonder if Sect Leader Yue can defeat him."
Xianyu Tong smiled and said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother Yue will win."
But in his heart, he thought with distress, "I absolutely cannot use that trump card now. I didn't expect this kid to be so powerful."
After a pause, he asked, "Valley Master Gongsun, have you searched for those
people in the direction I indicated?"
Gongsun Zhi's heart tightened, but he didn't show it on his face and nodded, saying, "We have
searched in the direction of Xixia as you said, but we haven't found them."
Xianyu Tong frowned, nodded noncommittally, and didn't say anything more.
Gongsun Zhi wanted to say something, but seeing that Xianyu Tong seemed to ignore him, he couldn't bring himself to strike up a conversation,
so he silently watched the battle.
Just then, a tearing sound was heard, and Zhang Wuji cried out in pain as Yue Buqun's longsword pierced
his shoulder, and blood gushed out immediately.
Yue Buqun's already pale face had turned slightly bluish, clearly indicating he had expended a great deal of energy, but he still immediately clasped his hands and said,
"Master Zhang, you are too kind."
Zhang Wuji's expression darkened. He had been gradually gaining the upper hand with his superior skill, but unexpectedly, Yue Buqun
suddenly unleashed an extremely sharp sword technique, forcefully breaking through his defenses and wounding him.
Although his injury wasn't serious and he still had the strength to fight, he had already lost the duel.
Yue Buqun had used his newly learned Dugu Nine Swords, catching Zhang Wuji off guard and
barely managing a narrow victory.
The cunning man secretly wiped away sweat; if this hadn't worked, he would have had no choice but to admit defeat if the fight continued.
After all, he hadn't practiced the Evil-Slaying Sword Technique and the Dugu Nine Swords for very long, and facing someone like Zhang Wuji with profound skill
and a steady, methodical approach was extremely difficult.
At this moment, Abbot Xuanji of the Northern Shaolin Temple announced, "This battle has been won by Headmaster Yue of Mount Hua. Is there another
challenger?"
Yue Buqun, having already exhausted most of his strength, dared not continue. While outwardly maintaining his dignified
demeanor, he immediately declared loudly, "I challenged Leader Zhang for the sake of martial arts justice, to prevent the villain Xie Xun from
escaping justice. Now that I have fortunately defeated Leader Zhang of the Ming Cult, I have no
intention of vying for the Dragon-Slaying Saber, and will not participate further."
Upon hearing this, the martial arts heroes naturally praised him, saying that he truly lived up
to his reputation as the Gentleman Sword of Mount Hua, showing no covetousness for the Dragon-Slaying Saber—truly remarkable.
Most accepted his appointment as the Vice Leader of the Martial Arts Alliance.
Yue Buqun, with his hands behind his back, slowly walked off the stage, and a round of applause erupted around him.
After a brief silence, a beggar in his thirties finally walked to the center of the square. This was none other
than Chen Youliang, the newly appointed leader of the Beggars' Sect.
Chen Youliang bowed to the surrounding crowd, exchanged a few polite words, and then loudly proclaimed, "My Beggars' Sect
has no intention of coveting the Dragon-Slaying Saber. However, we wish to take advantage of this gathering of righteous martial artists today to seek
justice for ourselves!"
These words caused a stir among the crowd, who were wondering what the Beggars' Sect was up to.
Chen Youliang continued, "At the Heroes' Gathering at Dasheng Pass, Master Zhao of the Quanzhen Sect proposed forming a martial arts alliance and appointing
five vice-leaders to oversee the entire alliance. Our sect naturally agreed. According to the resolution at the time, our sect's Elder Hong and Qiao
Feng were among the vice-leaders. Later, Qiao Feng was exposed as a Khitan and left the sect, so he could no longer
serve as a vice-leader. The position was then filled by the highly respected Master Fangzheng of the Southern Shaolin Temple, which was meaningless to our sect."
At this point, many intelligent people understood Chen Youliang's meaning, and Zhou Zhiruo's jade-like face turned cold, her eyes
sharp and piercing.
Chen Youliang continued, "However, whether Elder Hong is still alive is not definitively determined. Even if
he has truly passed away, our Beggars' Sect still has countless disciples. The position of vice-leader should naturally
be inherited by a member of our sect."
Having said this, his gaze turned to Zhou Zhiruo.
At the Quanzhen Ceremony on Longhu Mountain, Zhou Zhiruo defeated Shi Huolong, the then leader of the Beggars' Sect
. Zhao Zhijing then used this opportunity to promote his mistress to the position of Vice Leader of the Martial Arts Alliance. Now that Zhao Zhijing was absent, Chen Youliang, the newly appointed
leader of the Beggars' Sect, unexpectedly launched an attack.
Zhou Zhiruo chuckled and gracefully entered the arena, her elegant figure swaying in the wind, utterly captivating. A
faint smile graced her jade-like face as she said, "Leader Chen, don't you remember that your sect's leader, Shi Huolong, was defeated by me, which is why he failed to seize this position? If you desire it, then why not make a move and let me test 　　your skills?" After Qiao Feng, Shi Huolong was the most skilled martial artist in the Beggars
' Sect 　　. Since even Shi Huolong had been defeated by her, Zhou...

Zhi Ruo wasn't afraid of anyone from the Beggars' Sect.
Chen Youliang, however, said, "Sect Leader Zhou, our sect has just welcomed a new guest elder. Let him have a duel with you
."
Zhou Zhi Ruo was taken aback, not expecting Chen Youliang to say such a thing.
Chen Youliang shouted, "Elder Murong, please come out!"
Murong Fu appeared in a flash, leaping into the arena.
He had actually become a guest elder of the Beggars' Sect!
Murong Fu had the support of the sect, and the Beggars' Sect was lacking in experts; the two were a perfect match.
For Chen Youliang, Zhou Zhi Ruo's defeat of Shi Huolong and her taking the position of vice leader of the martial arts alliance had brought shame upon the Beggars' Sect.
If he could reclaim that position, his prestige would soar, securing his position as sect leader. Murong
Fu was the fighter he had his eye on.
As for Murong Fu, his defeat to Yang Guo on Longhu Mountain had severely damaged his reputation, and he also longed
to turn the tables before the heroes of the world and prove himself. He envisioned that he could even find an opportunity to kill Chen Youliang and seize control of the Beggars' Sect
, using it as leverage for his restoration of his kingdom.
Although Zhou Zhiruo was the leader of the prestigious Emei Sect, she was still young, and Murong Fu was extremely confident
he could defeat her.
Zhou Zhiruo, however, frowned; she truly lacked confidence against Murong Fu.
Just then, a commotion arose in the crowd, and a powerful shout echoed from afar: "When did the Beggars' Sect
stoop so low as to rely on outsiders for help!"
The sound of hooves thundered, and more than ten horses swept up the mountain like a whirlwind. The riders were all dressed in black
felt cloaks over black cloth robes; the riders were like tigers, the horses like dragons, both agile and powerful. Each horse was
tall and long-legged, with a completely black coat. As they approached, the crowd's eyes lit up with a glint of gold—the horseshoes
were made of gold! The group consisted of nineteen riders. Though small in number, their imposing presence resembled a vast
army. The first eighteen riders galloped closer, pulling their horses to either side, and the last rider emerged from the center.
It was none other than Xiao Feng, the current Southern King of Liao, and his eighteen Yan Yun riders!
The former leader of the Beggars' Sect was in a terrible mood. First, he had learned the truth about the Beggars' Sect's rebellion, and the thought that the sect
was now controlled by a group of despicable people filled him with rage. Second, he was deeply dissatisfied with the sycophant in Liao who had suggested using gold
horseshoes. Damn it, while they looked impressive, these gold horseshoes
wouldn't last long before they warped, requiring constant repairs and delaying their journey by a day.
In that era, the Liao Dynasty had little knowledge of physics and didn't know that gold was the most ductile metal. Theoretically, one gram of
gold could be drawn into a 3000-meter-long wire or pressed into a gold foil about 0.0001 millimeters thick
. Naturally, it would deform under the trampling of horses' hooves. Of course, gold was precious, and using it to forge horseshoes was unprecedented, so
it's understandable that the Liao officials trying to curry favor with the Southern King were tempted.
This group consisted of Liao's elite troops, but repairing horseshoes while traveling was exhausting.
Xiao Feng, eager to continue, almost wanted to carry his horses, so he had to
replace all the horses' horseshoes with iron ones halfway through the journey. Upon reaching the vicinity of Mount Song, he replaced the gold horseshoes one by one before finally
riding up the mountain, putting on a show.
In truth, Xiao Feng was a calm and pragmatic person, and naturally, he was extremely unwilling to do such a thing. But gold was precious,
and those gold horseshoes couldn't be thrown away. However, if he hung these golden horseshoes on the side of his horse as he did on the road, it would
attract attention, and if the martial arts world of the Central Plains found out and mocked him, it would be even more embarrassing.
Therefore, he had no choice but to order the golden horseshoes to be replaced, his face full of black lines, before heading to Shaolin Temple.
"Chief Qiao!"
A commotion arose from the Beggars' Sect, with many shouting with joy.
In this world, most of the people Xiao Yuanshan killed were later falsely attributed to Cheng Kun and Xuan Ci by Zhao Zhijing
, and there was no incident at Juxian Manor. Except for Ma Dayuan, whose cause of death remained unclear, Xiao Feng's sins were largely absolved
.
Furthermore, the Liao Kingdom had broken away from the Mongols and become an ally of the Song Dynasty against the Mongols, so
his Khitan identity was no big deal. Xiao Feng's identity was naturally not a major issue either.
Therefore, many Beggars' Sect disciples deeply regretted driving away their brave, chivalrous, and peerless leader
, which was a significant factor in Chen Youliang's instability as leader.
Xiao Feng glared at Chen Youliang and shouted, "You scoundrel! You killed Ma Dayuan and
Shi Huolong! You've turned the Beggars' Sect into a den of iniquity!"
Chen Youliang was startled, but immediately shouted, "Qiao Feng! Don't make false accusations!"
A beautiful woman in white, with a curvaceous figure, stepped out from among the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun. She
spoke in a venomous voice, "Chen Youliang, do you recognize me?"
Chen Youliang shuddered and exclaimed, "Kang Min!? You…why are you here?"
Elder Xu, Bai Shijing, Quan Guanqing, and the others from the Beggars' Sect turned pale. Kang Min was clearly
imprisoned by them; why had she suddenly appeared and been with Qiao Feng?
Many of the Beggars' Sect disciples had seen this beautiful wife of the former deputy leader, Ma Dayuan, and they
began to whisper amongst themselves.
Kang Min retorted, "Chen Youliang, since you don't treat me like a human being, I'll risk my life to make sure
you don't get away with it. I've already told Chief Qiao about all your despicable deeds, and he'll seek justice for me!"
It turned out that Chen Youliang and his accomplices had imprisoned and gang-raped Kang Min, enjoying themselves immensely and treating her like a monster,
forcing her to do all sorts of vile things.
Later, they even stripped her naked at night, put a mask on her, leashed her on a dog leash, and
walked her around the streets like a female dog. Occasionally, they would encounter passersby, and then have them join in the rape. Including Chen Youliang's own confidants
, at least thirty men had raped this sexy married woman.
Kang Min was extremely cunning; knowing she was powerless to resist, she feigned submission, pretending to be completely conquered
by those perverse sexual games, sinking into a sea of lust, even when men had male dogs rape her, she offered no resistance.
Once her caregiver was reassured, she secretly wrote a letter and sent it out while being taken out for a dog walk
.
At that time, Xiao Feng was already the Southern King of the Liao Kingdom. After receiving Kang Min's letter, he immediately summoned his trusted Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun and rushed to the Beggars' Sect headquarters to kill several of Chen Youliang's henchmen and 　　rescue
the tormented Kang Min. 　　Then, after learning the whole truth from Kang Min, Xiao Feng, enraged, immediately turned back to the Northern 　　Shaolin Temple to avenge himself on Chen Youliang and the treacherous Quan Guanqing, and to cleanse the Beggars' Sect of its intrigues. If it weren't for that damned golden 　　horseshoe, he would have arrived much sooner. 　　Kang Min had already gone all out; since Xiao Feng had promised to protect her life, she 　　revealed all the despicable deeds of the Beggars' Sect's high-ranking members in front of the assembled heroes. 　　Chen Youliang and Bai Shijing tried to stop Kang Min, but with Xiao Feng standing guard, how could they dare to 　　act? 　　The assembled heroes were stunned, exchanging bewildered glances and whispering amongst themselves. 　　Chen Youliang said in a deep voice, "Qiao Feng, if you are still attached to the position of Beggar Clan leader, then give it up. As long as 　　the brothers in the clan are willing, I, Chen Youliang, will immediately relinquish it. Why collude with Madam Ma and fabricate these baseless stories 　　? You have also received generous gifts from Chief Wang. Is it acceptable to slander the Beggar Clan in front of all the heroes of the world like this?!" 　　Quan Guanqing immediately chimed in, "Qiao Feng, I know you resent that we 　　ostracized you because of your Khitan identity, causing you to lose your position as leader. But, but Elder Xu is over seventy years old and highly respected. 　　How can you bear to slander him like this?!" 　　Bai Shijing, the Enforcement Elder, who always gave the impression of being impartial and incorruptible, coldly said, "Nonsense 　　!" 　　In an instant, the scene became chaotic, with the heroes talking all at once, not knowing which side was telling the truth. 　　Murong Fu had just reached an agreement with Chen Youliang, and as the elder of the Beggars' Sect, he naturally had to speak on their behalf. He 　　laughed loudly, "Qiao Feng, isn't it a bit too frivolous of you to so easily believe the words of a woman?" 　　Yue Buqun also jumped out at this moment, saying with an upright face, "Hero Qiao, this matter still needs careful investigation; 　　we cannot jump to conclusions so easily." 　　With the two expressing their opinions, public opinion immediately shifted in a direction unfavorable to Xiao Feng. 　　Just then, a deep and steady voice suddenly rang out: "I believe Qiao Feng's words." 　　The voice was not loud, but it echoed in the ears of everyone on the mountain like muffled thunder, displaying extraordinary 　　internal strength. 　　Then, a figure dressed in a gray-blue Taoist robe descended from the sky; it was none other than Zhao Zhijing, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect. 　　All the martial arts practitioners fell silent for a moment, and then, cheers and applause like a tsunami erupted. 　　"Master Zhao...Master Zhao is still alive, haha!" 　　"Great! The great hero who killed Temujin is back!" 　　"With Master Zhao here, the next mission will be to lead everyone in a counterattack against Mongolia, haha." 　　Zhao Zhijing's prestige was beyond imagination, even surpassing that of Guo Jing, who was guarding Xiangyang. After all, his feat of leading 　　the troops to kill Temujin was an earth-shattering achievement, and everyone could only fawn over him. 　　Of course, some people turned pale, such as Yue Buqun and Murong Fu, who felt completely flustered. 　　Xianyu Tong in the crowd had a solemn expression and murmured, "It...it really happened. Her Majesty the Empress was 　　right." 　　Zhao Zhijing stood in the center of the square with his hands behind his back, maintaining his composure without saying a word, letting 　　the cheers and applause from the crowd rise higher and higher. 　　The sorcerer thought to himself, "Even if today's celebrities stand center stage at a concert, it's no different, 　　haha." 　　Li Qiushui, Wuyazi, Wang Yuyan, and the newly rescued Ning Zhongze were hiding in the bushes on the mountain. 　　The sorcerer looked up and almost blurted out, "Hello, friends on the mountaintop." 　　After a while, the cheers gradually subsided. Zhao Zhijing coughed lightly and said loudly, "Everyone, I have 　　successfully completed my mission and finally killed the Mongol traitor Temujin. I have returned victorious." 　　Immediately, thunderous applause and cheers rang out again, and many people were even moved to tears. 　　"Being able to complete this dangerous journey is thanks 　　to the support of all my fellow martial arts practitioners. Especially the unfortunate Zhang Zhenren of Wudang, Elder He of Kunlun, 　　Elder Zhou of our sect, and so on. They are all remarkable heroes, they..." 　　The sorcerer rambled on and on, but he managed to draw the focus of the entire audience to himself. 　　Zhou Zhiruo had been quite worried about Murong Fu's attack, but seeing Zhao Zhijing appear, she immediately felt relieved, 　　thinking, "He's back, so there's no danger..." 　　After a brief commotion, Zhao Zhijing announced loudly, "Everyone, I have an announcement to make: the Dragon-Slaying Saber is currently 　　within the Quanzhen Sect. Those who came for the Dragon-Slaying Saber may disperse. Alternatively, those interested may challenge me to a duel 　　to seize the saber." 　　Upon hearing this, the arena fell silent, filled with gasps of astonishment. Most of the people at this Lion-Slaying Assembly were there for the Dragon-Slaying Saber, and Zhao Zhijing's words immediately 　　dampened the enthusiasm 　　of most . 　　As for challenging Zhao Zhijing to seize the saber… do you consider yourself more capable than Genghis Khan? 　　Then Zhao Zhijing turned to Chen Youliang and sneered, "Shameless villain! For the sake of power, you've acted perversely, committing 　　so many evil deeds. And now you still dare to boast, showing no remorse, even wanting to compete for the position of Vice Leader of the Martial Arts Alliance? Utterly 　　absurd!" 　　Chen Youliang felt cold sweat pouring down his back, and forced himself to say, "Sect Leader Zhao, please don't believe those unfounded rumors." 　　"Unfounded rumors? Hmph, ever since the Xingzi Forest incident, I've been filled with suspicion about Ma Dayuan's death, and have been 　　secretly investigating..." 　　The demonic Taoist had read the original novel of *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*, and immediately recounted the events of the Beggar Clan according to the original plot 　　, even more detailed and clear than Kang Min. This left Kang Min, Quan Guanqing, Bai Shijing, and the other involved parties dumbfounded 　　, as if they had seen a ghost. 　　Kang Min, being of low status, even with Qiao Feng's support, found it difficult to gain the trust of the heroes. But Zhao Zhijing was 　　the supreme master of the martial arts world, and every word he spoke carried immense weight. Moreover, he spoke with such detail and thoroughness that no one could disbelieve him. 　　Instantly, most of the heroes looked at the Beggar Clan elders with disdain.

Zhao Zhijing said in a deep voice, "The Beggars' Clan has been loyal for generations, but now it has degenerated to such a state. As
the Vice Leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, I'm afraid I must take responsibility and cleanse the Beggars' Clan of their corruption."
His tone grew increasingly menacing as he spoke.
Xiao Feng frowned, about to speak, when Zhao Zhijing appeared in a flash, already facing the Beggars' Clan,
and ruthlessly struck.
No one could have imagined Zhao Zhijing would attack so suddenly; they had no time to react. Moreover,
the martial arts skills of the Beggars' Clan elders were vastly inferior to those of the evil
Taoist priest. In a single exchange, Elder Xu, Quan Guanqing, and Bai Shijing were dead at Zhao Zhijing's hands.
Everyone present was stunned by Zhao Zhijing's ruthlessness. These three were, after all, Beggars' Clan elders, yet
they were killed in an instant.
Zhao Zhijing floated back into the arena, surveying the scene. Those martial artists whose gaze fell upon him were all silent, too terrified
to utter a word.
Chen Youliang's face turned deathly pale. Despite his exceptional intelligence, he
was helpless against Zhao Zhijing, who was now completely disregarding the rules and practically overturning the table.
At that moment, he heard Zhao Zhijing's voice transmission: "Kneel down and confess your sins, and I'll spare your life!"
Chen Youliang trembled and immediately knelt on the ground, shouting, "Sect Leader Zhao, spare my life! This was all
Elder Xu's idea! I... I was just a puppet they pushed out, I had no choice..."
This guy was quick-witted; he managed to twist the truth, shifting all the blame onto the three already dead
guys, portraying himself as a pitiful, manipulated wretch.
Zhao Zhijing sighed, his expression relaxing. He walked to Chen Youliang's side and said softly, "I see. Then
it can't all be blamed on you..."
Chen Youliang thought to himself that he had escaped death, and a look of joy appeared on his face. But then a slender finger touched his forehead,
and he immediately collapsed to the ground. He opened his mouth, but he didn't have the strength to say the words, "You broke your promise," before
he died.
Zhao Zhijing snorted and said loudly, "Even if you weren't the main culprit, you were involved in all the evil deeds, so you
deserve to die!"
Then he paused and said to the crowd, "The facts are clear. Bai Shijing, Quan Guanqing, and Elder Xu
killed the Beggars' Sect leader, Shi Huolong, in order to control the sect. To avoid suspicion, they put Shi Huolong's disciple, Chen Youliang, in
the position of leader. Now they have all confessed their crimes and been executed. This is my revenge for the unjustly killed Leader Shi."
These changes were too fast. In the blink of an eye, several high-ranking members of the Beggars' Sect were all killed. It was almost unbelievable
.
Regardless, Zhao Zhijing, riding the wave of his victory over Temujin, was unchallenged.
Murong Fu, seeing the situation was hopeless, gritted his teeth and was already considering retreating.
But then Zhao Zhijing's gaze swept over him, and he heard, "Young Master Murong, didn't you just want to challenge
Headmaster Zhou of the Emei Sect? Now that the Beggar Clan's matter is settled, please make your move."
Zhou Zhiruo was startled, but immediately heard that despicable lecherous man's secret telepathic message: "Go ahead and fight. With me
here, you little slut won't lose. Hehe, remember to thank me properly afterwards."
Zhou Zhiruo's pretty face flushed slightly, but she immediately knew this was Zhao Zhijing's opportunity to establish her authority. She immediately stepped into
the arena, raising her sword and pointing it at Murong Fu.
Murong Fu had just challenged him; now, in front of all the heroes of the world, he had no reason to back down
. He could only step forward with a sullen face and assume a fighting stance.
Zhao Zhijing walked to the sidelines with a smile, seemingly ignoring him.
In fact, after the assassination attempt on Temujin on the grasslands, Zhao Zhijing had come into contact with
the Innate Qiankun Skill, a supreme martial art from the "Legend of the Emperor" in the Middle Martial World. Although limited by the constraints of this world, he could only grasp the basics, his mastery of internal energy
was already superb.
Zhou Zhiruo assumed her initial sword stance and immediately felt a surge of powerful true energy flowing from the soles of her feet. It turned out that Zhao Zhijing was
transmitting his power from a distance through the ground—it was simply divine skill.
The cunning woman couldn't help but marvel: "I've never even heard of such a power transmission over a distance of several feet
. That lewd Taoist's skill has probably reached an unprecedented level."
With the support of the demonic Taoist, Zhou Zhiruo's confidence soared. She smiled faintly at Murong Fu and said, "Young Master Murong,
please make your move."
Murong Fu glanced at Zhao Zhijing and Qiao Feng beside him, feeling a sense of humiliation. These two weren't necessarily
much stronger than him, yet one was already a de facto ruler of the martial world, and the other had become a powerful
minister of a great nation. Both of these were things Murong Fu had strived for his entire life but could never obtain, making him both envious
and resentful.
"Even you, a mere greenhorn, dare to look down on me?!"
Looking at the smiling Zhou Zhiruo before him, Murong Fu's face turned cold. He snorted and launched a fierce attack.
In terms of true strength, Zhou Zhiruo was naturally no match for Murong Fu. However, she had the advantage of having a powerful
lover, making her at least twice as strong. After a hundred moves, she actually pierced Murong Fu's arm with her sword, defeating
this "Southern Murong."
The onlookers were greatly surprised, never expecting that this young Zhou Zhiruo could actually defeat the renowned Murong
Fu. They all began to discuss amongst themselves.
Murong Fu, on the other hand, turned pale. Last time, at Chongyang Palace on Longhu Mountain, he had been defeated by Yang Guo in front of everyone
. And this time, he had been defeated in public by a young girl.
The surrounding whispers seemed to mock him; all the gazes he received were filled
with disdain.
"How...how can I face living in this world?!
"
Murong Fu roared, picking up his longsword from the ground and thrusting it at Zhou Zhiruo, who had already turned away!
But before the sword could reach her, he was lifted into the air, his pressure points went numb, his limbs went weak, and
he could no longer muster any strength.
Then, Xiao Feng shouted, "Miss Zhou has already stopped, yet you still try to ambush her with poison!
What kind of hero are you?!"
It turned out that Xiao Feng had witnessed Murong Fu's sneak attack after losing a duel at Chongyang Palace on Longhu Mountain, and
had been paying attention ever since. He was the one who stopped Murong Fu from attacking Yang Guo that time. Now, being closer to the arena, he saw...
Murong Fu was in a frenzy, so Xiao Feng immediately rushed out to intercept him. Murong Fu, in his moment of madness, was easily captured.
Xiao Feng, a man of imposing stature and long arms and legs, lifted Murong Fu into the air, his movements as swift as an eagle catching a chick.
Many of the surrounding heroes burst into laughter, making Murong Fu wish he were dead to avoid this unbearable humiliation.
Xiao Feng sneered, "I, a fine man, am not worthy to be compared to someone like you!" With a flick of his arm, he threw him
away.
Murong Fu flew seven or eight zhang away, straightening his back as he tried to stand, but when Xiao Feng grabbed his Shendao acupoint,
the internal force penetrated through his meridians, preventing him from immediately relieving the paralysis in his limbs. With a thud, he landed on his back,
looking utterly pathetic.
His face ashen, he grabbed a long sword from the ground, gritted his teeth, and slashed his own neck.
Wang Yuyan, hidden in the bushes on the mountain, saw this and screamed in terror. Although she had already submitted to Zhao Zhijing
, she still harbored some affection for Murong Fu, having grown up with him and even after being abandoned. However, she was too far away
to stop him.
Suddenly, a whooshing sound rang out, and a hidden weapon flew from over ten feet away, crossing the square and striking Murong Fu's
longsword. With a clang, Murong Fu's sword flew from his hand, his palm covered in blood, his tiger's mouth split open.
Murong Fu was utterly shocked. He looked up towards the source of the attack from the shadows and saw a gray-robed monk standing on the hillside, his face
covered with a gray cloth.
The monk strode over to Murong Fu and asked, "Do you have a son?" His voice was quite
aged.
Murong Fu said, "I am not yet married, how could I have children?"
The gray-robed monk coldly replied, "Do you have any ancestors?"
Murong Fu was furious and shouted, "Of course I do! I am willing to die, what does it have to do with you? A scholar can be killed but not
humiliated. Murong Fu, a dignified man, cannot tolerate your impolite words."
The gray-robed monk said, "Your great-grandfather had sons, your great-great-grandfather, grandfather, and father all had sons, but you have no sons
! Heh heh, how heroic were Murong, Murong Ke, Murong Chui, and Murong De of the Great Yan Kingdom back then, yet they all became
extinct without descendants!"
Murong, Murong Ke, Murong Chui, and Murong De were all wise and famous rulers of the Yan Kingdom back then, who were powerful and influential throughout the world and
created a magnificent career. They were Murong Fu's ancestors. In his dizzy, furious state, he suddenly
heard the names of these four ancestors. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head. He thought, "My late father earnestly admonished me, instructing
me to make the restoration of the Great Yan my life's ambition. Today, in a moment of anger, I have taken my own life. My Xianbei Murong clan is now
extinct. I have no sons; how can I speak of bringing glory to my ancestors and restoring the country?"
Cold sweat broke out on his back and forehead. He immediately knelt on the ground and said, "Murong Fu was short-sighted..." " Thanks
to the guidance of the venerable monk, I am deeply grateful and will never forget your kindness."
The gray-robed monk accepted his kneeling obeisance and said, "Throughout history, which great achiever did not endure countless hardships?
Emperor Gaozu of Han faced the predicament of seeking peace at Baideng, and Emperor Gaozu of Tang suffered the humiliation of surrendering to the Turks. If they had all drawn their swords like you, they would
have been nothing more than narrow-minded tyrants who sought only their own Han dynasty. How could they have established a nation? You are not even as good as Goujian or Han Xin. You
are truly ignorant and utterly foolish."
"Bah! You despicable father and son dare to compare yourselves to Goujian and Han Xin?!"
A loud shout rang out, and then another black-robed monk swooped down like a giant eagle, landing right
in the middle of the field.
It was none other than Xiao Yuanshan!
Upon hearing the word "father and son," Murong Fu trembled. He immediately recognized the gray-robed monk's voice as incredibly familiar,
strikingly similar to that of his own father who had died young. He stared at the monk with disbelief.
The gray-robed monk sighed, then removed his veil, revealing a
face somewhat resembling Murong Fu's, but rather aged.
It was none other than Murong Bo, who had feigned death and lived in seclusion for many years.
He looked at the black-robed monk and coldly said, "For so many years, I've never understood who you really are, but
now I know. I never expected you to be alive."
In this world, Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng's experiences differ from the original story, especially Xiao Yuanshan,
who uncovered the true identity of the gray-robed monk who had been his adversary at Shaolin Temple.
At the Quanzhen Ceremony on Longhu Mountain, Zhao Zhijing forced Xuan Ci to admit the identity of the leader from years past. At that time, Xiao
Yuanshan, to protect Xiao Feng, was hiding in Chongyang Palace, which aroused his suspicion.
Later, Xiao Feng was recruited by Zhao Zhijing as a henchman to assassinate Temujin and remained in Chongyang Palace, while Xiao Yuanshan
left on his own.
After a thorough investigation, he discovered that the man hiding in Shaolin Temple was
his true enemy, Murong Bo!
Xiao Yuanshan ripped off his mask, revealing an aged face strikingly similar to Xiao Feng's. He shouted ,
"You've caused my son and I to be separated for so many years! Today, I'll settle the score with you!"
Murong Bo sneered, "Xiao Yuanshan, your son Xiao Feng has always been with the Beggars' Sect. You yourself hid
in Shaolin Temple to steal martial arts manuals, so you didn't visit him. How can you blame me?"
Upon hearing this, the Shaolin monks' expressions changed. So this Xiao Yuanshan was Xiao Feng's father?
This Khitan man had been hiding in Shaolin for so many years; he must have had some ulterior motive!
Xiao Feng was overjoyed and rushed forward, kneeling on the ground, trembling as he cried out, "You...you are my father
..."
The man laughed heartily and said, "Good child, good child, I am indeed your father. We look alike
, no need to remember, everyone knows I am your father." He reached out, ripped open his shirt, revealing
a thorny wolf's head, and with his left hand, pulled Xiao Feng to his feet.
Xiao Feng tore open his robe, revealing the fanged, bluish-green wolf's head on his chest. The two
walked side by side, suddenly roaring simultaneously to the sky, their voices like a raging storm, carrying far and wide, shaking the valleys and
sending chills down the spines of thousands of heroes. The "Eighteen Riders of Yanyun" drew their longswords, their shouts echoing in unison. Though
only twenty in number, their momentum was like that of a thousand troops.
This completely washed away the bad luck of repairing the golden horseshoes while traveling.
Xiao Yuanshan laughed heartily, "My child, that day I was heartbroken and jumped off a cliff to my death, but who knew my life wouldn't end there..."
He fell onto the branch of a large tree at the bottom of the valley and miraculously survived. This changed my will to die, and I was consumed by
thoughts of revenge. That day outside Yanmen Pass, the heroes of the Central Plains killed your mother, who knew no martial arts, without asking any questions. My child, tell me,
should this revenge be taken?
Xiao Feng said, "The hatred for one's parents is irreconcilable; how can it not be avenged?"
Xiao Yuanshan pointed at Murong Bo and said, "This man is called Murong Bo. He and Xuan Ci were
the culprits in the murder at Yanmen Pass! Xuan Ci has already been executed; only this traitor remains!"
Murong Bo replied, "Xiao Yuanshan, you insulted my Murong family so much back then; even if I kill you a thousand or ten thousand times, it
will not be enough to appease my hatred!"
Xiao Yuanshan was taken aback, frowning, and said, "Nonsense! When did I ever insult your Murong family?"
Murong Bo sneered and remained silent.
Just like in the original story, the two pairs of fathers and sons fled all the way to the Sutra
Repository behind Shaolin Temple.
Zhao Zhijing naturally followed closely, completely ignoring the guarded Shaolin monks.
The other heroes were too embarrassed to trespass in Shaolin, but the events of the previous day had already made them discuss among themselves.
Li Qiushui, hidden in the shadows, was also very interested and said, "Let's go take a look too."
After saying that, the group quietly followed them up.
Then, just like in the original story, while they were fighting fiercely in the Sutra Repository, an old monk in a green robe
appeared, sweeping the floor.
Zhao Zhijing thought to himself, "Finally, a super master from Jin Yong's world!"
He saw that Murong Fu and Xiao Feng were still fighting. Xiao Feng unleashed a palm strike, a move from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms
, "Dragon Appearing in the Field," fiercely attacking Murong Fu. Seeing that the Sutra Repository was a treacherous place with many masters gathered, making it inconvenient to fight for a long time, he
used all his strength, intending to take his enemy's life in a few blows. Seeing the ferocity of the old monk's palm strike, Murong Fu immediately mustered all his
strength to neutralize it with his "Shifting Stars" technique.
However, the old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha Buddha, this is a Buddhist sanctuary. You two should not act rashly."
With a mere clasp of his hands, an invisible wall seemed to form
between Xiao Feng and Murong Fu. Xiao Feng's overwhelming palm strike struck this wall and vanished without a trace.
Zhao Zhijing's expression turned grave. He himself might not be able to manipulate such an invisible aura, completely neutralizing Xiao Feng's powerful palm strike from a distance
. This sweeping monk was likely far more powerful than he had imagined.
Li Qinglu exclaimed, "This... could this be the legendary Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill of the Shaolin School?"
Wang Yuyan frowned and said, "It doesn't seem like it. According to the records, the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill, when practiced to its highest level, is impervious to water and fire, and
indestructible through countless calamities, but there is no description of manipulating true qi outside the body."
Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui trembled violently, their expressions changing drastically.
They exchanged a glance, and Li Qiushui said in a trembling voice, "Free... Free and Unfettered Wind Control?"
Wu Yazi was both surprised and terrified, staring intently at the old monk in green robes in the distance, remaining silent.
Meanwhile, the situation in the arena continued to develop as in the original story. The sweeping monk lightly struck Murong Bo's
crown with a palm.
At first, Murong Bo didn't care when he saw the old monk approaching, but when he saw the monk's palm strike his crown, he hurriedly
raised his left hand to block, but fearing that the other's martial arts were too powerful, he floated backward after raising his hand. His
family's martial arts, passed down through the Murong clan of Gusu, were already formidable. After further study of the Seventy-Two Arts of Shaolin Temple, they
were like a tiger with wings. His seemingly ordinary movements—a single palm strike deflecting all attacks, a single retreat dodging any
pursuit—were utterly masterful. His defensive stance was so tight and graceful that it could be described as perfect, utterly unparalleled. Everyone in the pavilion was a martial arts expert
, and upon seeing him unleash these two moves, they all secretly praised him. Even Xiao Yuanshan and his son couldn't help but admire him.
However, the old monk gently slapped down with his palm, striking Murong Bo's Baihui
acupoint right on the top of his head with a soft "pop." Murong Bo's parry and retreat had no effect whatsoever. The Baihui acupoint is one of the most vital points in the body;
even a person completely ignorant of martial arts would be injured if struck there. The old monk's strike hit him squarely; Murong Bo's entire body
shuddered, and he instantly died, falling backward.
Murong Fu was shocked and rushed to support his father, crying out, "Father, Father!" He saw that his father's mouth and eyes were closed, and
he was no longer breathing. He quickly reached for his chest and found that his heart had stopped beating. Murong Fu was filled with grief and rage. He never imagined that
this old monk, who spoke so eloquently of compassion and Buddhist teachings, would commit such a heinous act. He cried out, "You...you...you old bald thief!"
He shoved his father's body against a pillar, leaped into the air, and unleashed a fierce attack with both palms at the old monk.
The old monk was oblivious, completely ignoring him. Murong Fu's palms reached within two feet of the old monk when suddenly
it felt as if he had struck an invisible wall of energy, or been caught in a fishing net. His palm strikes, though powerful, were powerless;
he was bounced back by the wall of energy and crashed into a bookshelf. His attack was initially fierce, and the rebound should have been equally powerful
. However, his palm strike seemed to be completely neutralized by an invisible wall of energy, which then gently pushed him away. His back slammed into the bookshelf
, but the shelf remained standing, and not a single scripture fell from its stacks.
Then, the sweeping monk turned to Xiao Yuanshan and struck down with the same palm strike.
According to the original story, Xiao Yuanshan would have been killed in the same way, and then Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan
would have been revived, attained enlightenment, and become Buddhas, studying Buddhism under the sweeping monk.
But just as the sweeping monk's palm strike was about to hit Xiao Yuanshan, a loud bang was heard, and it was blocked—
by Zhao Zhijing!
The sweeping monk stepped back a few paces, letting out a surprised exclamation, clearly not expecting anyone to be able to block his palm strike.
Zhao Zhijing stood before Xiao Yuanshan and his son, his face calm and his expression wary.
Currently, two variables remain in the Central Plains martial arts world: the unpredictable Xia Ke Island and
the hidden boss of Shaolin, the Sweeping Monk. Zhao Zhijing, wanting to turn the martial arts world into his own personal fiefdom, naturally needs to deal with
these two threats first.
Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng owe him a favor; he could recruit them as henchmen, but protecting them is paramount.
Xiao Feng bowed to Zhao Zhijing, saying, "Sect Leader Zhao, the life-saving grace of Xiao Feng and his son will never be forgotten."
Zhao Zhijing nodded, looking at the monk before him, and said in a deep voice, "I am Zhao Zhijing, the Sect Leader of Quanzhen. May I ask your
Dharma name, Master?"
The Sweeping Monk sighed softly, "My name and such... I've forgotten them for over forty years."
"How could you forget!"
With a clear, melodious female voice, the graceful Li Qiushui descended from the sky, standing before the Sweeping Monk.
Her voice trembled as she asked, "Sister Canghai, is that you?"
Xiao Yuanshan, standing nearby, paled upon seeing Li Qiushui, and upon hearing her
address "Sister Canghai," he froze in shock.
The Sweeping Monk's previously clouded eyes widened in astonishment as he stared at Li Qiushui, speechless for a moment.
Then, Wu Yazi jumped out, his eyes burning with fervor as he stared intently at the Sweeping Monk.
Upon seeing Wu Yazi, the Sweeping Monk visibly trembled, lowering his head and avoiding eye contact.
Zhao Zhijing was bewildered. Judging from Li Qiushui's words, could this Sweeping Monk actually be her long-lost
sister, Li Canghai?
But this Sweeping Monk was clearly a man!
The sweeping monk sighed, and his aged male voice transformed into a clear, beautiful female voice. He then removed his monk's
hat, ripped at his face with both hands, and tore off a piece of human skin, revealing a
pretty face that bore an eight- or nine-tenths resemblance to Li Qiushui.
Then, a series of cracking sounds, like bones colliding,
rang out as his body grew taller out of thin air, and his withered frame became fuller.
His once-fitting monk's robe suddenly became taut, revealing the exquisite curves of a woman's body.
Everyone present stared in disbelief, dumbfounded at this miraculous transformation.
Zhao Zhijing thought to himself, "Damn it, that old scoundrel Wuyazi once mentioned that Li Canghai's disguise skills were unparalleled, but
this isn't disguise, it's practically a transformation!"
Li Qiushui exclaimed with mixed feelings of joy and surprise, "Canghai, it really is you! Heaven has mercy, after so many years, we
sisters have finally been reunited."
But then Li Canghai sighed softly and said, "Since that's the case, let me save Bo'er first. If we delay any longer
, I'm afraid he might get hurt."
After saying that, she walked to Murong Bo's "corpse," patted it a few times, and channeled her inner energy into it. Before long, Murong Bo
leaped up as if waking from a dream.
Upon seeing Li Canghai, he was struck dumb, exclaiming in shock, "Mother! You...you're still alive?!"
Meanwhile, Xiao Yuanshan, regaining his senses, took two steps forward and said in a trembling voice, "Master, you're still alive!
Do you remember me? I'm Xiaoshan."
Li Canghai's jade-like face was cold and serene as she softly replied, "Of course I know...sigh, two foolish children, for so many years,
still fighting to the death."
Murong Bo angrily said, "Mother, do you know that Xiao Yuanshan has always harbored designs on you? Even
the wife he married back then resembled you! Bah!"
Xiao Yuanshan then said, "Back then in Wu..." " In Liangshan Cave, if it weren't for my master's secret instruction, I, Xiaoshan, would have been
tormented to death by those two freaks long ago."
He glanced coldly at Wuyazi and Li Qiushui beside him, then added, "My heart
only holds reverence and admiration for my master, without a trace of filth. Heaven can bear witness!"
Li Canghai sighed, "When I taught you martial arts, I made you swear never to kill Han people indiscriminately, yet you disobeyed me completely
."
Xiao Yuanshan choked, lowering his head, "I have always followed my master's teachings while traveling the martial world. If it weren't for the Han
people killing my wife and children, I... I wouldn't have done this."
He then turned his resentful gaze towards Murong Bo!
Murong Bo sneered, "After you married, you called that vile woman 'Canghai,' insulting my mother's name. How could I
allow her to live? Heh heh, I've been having people spy on your whereabouts, and finally caught you returning to the Central Plains, seizing
the opportunity."
Zhao Zhijing was dumbfounded again. So this was the reason Murong Bo plotted to murder Xiao Yuanshan back then.
This was one of the biggest mysteries in *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*. Murong Bo plotted to murder Xiao Yuanshan, claiming it was to provoke
conflict between the Liao and Song dynasties, but it was ultimately useless. Later, to avoid being pursued by Xuan Ci and others, he even paid
the price of faking his death and disappearing from the world.
Murong Bo wasn't stupid, so why would he do something so harmful and self-defeating?
So that's it!
He couldn't stand Xiao Yuanshan fantasizing about his mother, so he wanted to put him to death!
All the talk of stirring up conflict between the Song and Liao dynasties was just a superficial reason; the real reason was that Murong Bo had a mother complex…
At this moment, Xiao Yuanshan was heard reciting: “The moon shines bright over the vast sea, the pearl has been returned, before the dressing table, distant mountains are painted. The corridor is deep and secluded
, love is hard to conceal, boundless infatuation turns to smoke. Master, these are the lines of poetry you wrote in your spare time. Back then, you were in love with that old thief, 　　the vast sea in the poem
was you, and the boundless sea was naturally that old thief. At that time, I only had a Khitan name and did not understand Chinese, so I took the two characters “distant mountains” from your poem as my Han name.” 　　Li Qiushui trembled slightly and interjected, “Canghai…distant mountains, they are perfectly matched. I never thought that 　　the name you chose back then would have such a meaning.” 　　She paused and then asked, “Canghai, you…you have already mastered the highest level of our sect’s martial arts, the Free 　　and Easy Wind Control?” 　　Li Canghai nodded silently. 　　Zhao Zhijing recalled that when Wu Yazi passed on the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect to him, he mentioned that the Xiaoyao Sect's ancestor 　　, Xiaoyaozi, had reached the realm of "Xiaoyao Yufeng" (Free and Unfettered Wind Control). All the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect evolved from this "Xiaoyao Yufeng. 　　" The "wind control" mentioned in "Xiaoyao Yufeng" is actually the complete control of true qi. Wind represents true qi. 　　A martial artist who reaches this realm can manipulate true qi as easily as controlling their own limbs, making it change shape and form outside the body, almost like a celestial 　　art. 　　Damn, so the Sweeper Monk's ability to control qi is the highest divine skill of the Xiaoyao Sect. It makes sense 　　; apart from a charlatan sect like the Xiaoyao Sect, what other sect possesses such a powerful skill? 　　Li Qiushui then asked, "Then why didn't you seek revenge on that wicked old woman, Tianshan Tonglao?" 　　Li Canghai sighed softly and said, "After I mastered martial arts, I did go to Misty Peak. However, when 　　I saw that Sister Wu was crippled and lonely, all my hatred faded. Later, I had a profound awakening and simply 　　entered the Buddhist order. I intended to disguise myself and hide in Shaolin Temple, acting as an ordinary monk handling miscellaneous tasks, so you wouldn't 　　find me... But things are unpredictable, like a game of chess. First, Bo'er and Xiaoshan came here one after the other, and then you 　　came looking for me... Alas... I suppose it's because I can't sever my worldly ties that I've ended up like this."

Murong Bo trembled and said, "Mother, since you knew all along, why didn't you show yourself and acknowledge me?"
Li Canghai said, "Since you've entered the Buddhist order, you should sever all worldly ties. Alas, besides, do you really think that
all the high monks of Shaolin Temple have been blind all these years? If I hadn't covered for you, could you have hidden for so many years without
being discovered?"
Then she sighed again and said, "You are my son, and Xiaoshan is my disciple; both are people I care about.
But you've created such hatred between you. In the end, it's Bo'er who was wrong first. I'm caught in the middle, but how
can I acknowledge you? All these years, I've tried every means to resolve your hatred, but I haven't found a good solution."
At this moment, Zhao Zhijing had already pieced together the entire dark history of the Xiaoyao Sect.
To summarize, the founder of the Xiaoyao Sect, Xiaoyaozi, took in three disciples: Wu Xingyun, Wuyazi, and Li
Qiushui. The three learned martial arts together and were childhood sweethearts.
After Xiaoyaozi passed away, the three, now adults, were attracted to each other and ended up in bed together.
At that time, Wu Yazi had one emperor and two empresses. On one side was his busty, loli-type senior sister, and on the other was his tall, elegant junior sister
. He indulged in this pleasure.
Many years passed like this. Wu Xingyun was about thirty-two or thirty-three years old, Wu Yazi was around thirty, and Li
Qiushui was twenty-four or twenty-five. Then, Li Canghai appeared before Wu Yazi. Li
Canghai was just a fourteen-year-old loli at the time, but she immediately took a liking to Wu Yazi.
When Wu Xingyun found out, she couldn't tolerate it. She could barely tolerate Li Qiushui, who had grown up with her
, but how could she allow another woman to compete for his favor?
So she secretly plotted to lure Li Canghai to a small town under the guise of Wu Yazi.
Li Canghai, a young girl in love, didn't suspect anything and happily went to meet her lover.
Little did she know, what awaited her was a disaster that would change her life forever.
In the inn of that small town, the still-virgin Li Canghai was gang-raped by seven or eight men hired by Wu Xingyun
.
When Wu Yazi arrived, he saw Li Canghai, her tears dried, her voice hoarse, her body covered in
semen, being gang-raped by three men, each penetrating one of her three orifices.
If Wu Yazi had rescued Li Canghai on the spot and stormed the men who were humiliating her, things might not have
turned out this way.
However, Wu Yazi was a pervert with a cuckoldry complex, and at that moment, his cuckoldry instincts kicked in. Seeing Li
Canghai being gang-raped, he not only didn't stop it, but watched with unusual excitement, his penis erect.
Thus, Li Canghai was gang-raped by those men who had taken aphrodisiacs for an entire day, almost losing her life.
Afterwards, the two sisters, Li Qiushui and Li Canghai, naturally hated Wu Xingyun to the core. However, Wu Xingyun's martial arts skills
were far superior to Li Qiushui's at the time, and he couldn't take revenge.
Therefore, Li Qiushui endured it all, pretending nothing had happened to lower Wu Xingyun's guard.
After waiting for several years, when Wu Xingyun turned thirty-six and his Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Supreme Technique first
reversed his aging process, Wu Yazi secretly shouted to disturb him, causing Wu Xingyun to break his technique and remain forever young, thus
avenging his sister.
Wu Yazi stopped Li Qiushui from killing the disordered Wu Xingyun, but fearing Wu Xingyun's revenge
, he simply took Li Qiushui and left without saying goodbye, going into seclusion in the Wuliang Mountain Cave.
After Wu Xingyun spent time calming his internal energy, he could no longer find Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui. Later, he could only travel to
Misty Peak and establish the Lingjiu Palace, declaring that all men in the world were heartless, and adopted many lonely women,
becoming a powerful force.
After Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui went into seclusion in the Wuliang Mountain Cave, Li Canghai followed them.
But not long after, Li Canghai discovered she was pregnant!
The rape she had suffered years ago had resulted in her pregnancy. Moreover, due to inexperience, the pregnancy went unnoticed early on
. Later, when she tried to abort, her life was in danger, leaving her no choice but to give birth.
Seeing this, Li Qiushui arranged for Li Canghai to leave the Wuliang Mountain cave and give birth secretly.
Although Wu Yazi discovered Li Canghai was missing, he had already become a cuckold enthusiast and felt
guilty towards Li Canghai, so he dared not question his wife, Li Qiushui. Later, he carved a jade statue in Li Canghai's likeness
to express his feelings.
Li Canghai gave birth to a baby boy, but having become pregnant through adultery, she felt no affection for this illegitimate child. However, the baby
boy inherited some of his mother's talents, possessing first-rate martial arts aptitude.
Coincidentally, the previous head of the Murong family was unable to have children and needed to find an adopted son. Li Qiushui knew the Murong
family head and adopted the baby boy, who later became Murong Bo.
Therefore, Li Canghai and Murong Bo were only fourteen or fifteen years apart in age.
After giving birth, Li Canghai was taken back to the Wuliang Mountain cave by Li Qiushui.
At that time, Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui had already begun engaging in sexual games.
Initially, they were somewhat restrained, but after a few years, they became increasingly unrestrained. To satisfy Wu Yazi's
cuckoldry, they even began searching for handsome young men, keeping them in the mountains for their pleasure.
Wu Yazi was around forty years old at the time, Li Qiushui was thirty-four or thirty-five, and Li Canghai was twenty-four. Xiao Yuanshan
was captured and taken to the Wuliang Mountain cave that year; he was not yet fourteen.
Li Canghai's martial arts talent was unparalleled, and by then her skills were almost on par with her sister, Li Qiushui. Xiao
Yuanshan accidentally stumbled upon Li Canghai's training area, and the two surprisingly hit it off.
Having witnessed the fate of his companions at the hands of Wu Yazi, Xiao Yuanshan begged Li Canghai for his life.
Li Canghai, who had been cold-hearted after his tumultuous life, was moved by compassion and not only taught the Liao boy martial
arts but also secretly saved his life.
Having cultivated superior internal energy and possessing considerable talent, Xiao Yuanshan's performance in bed improved dramatically, bringing
Li Qiushui to multiple orgasms with each encounter, unlike other young men.
This greatly excited Wu Yazi, who masturbated countless times in front of Li Canghai's jade statue.
It was through this that Xiao Yuanshan survived in the Wuliang Mountain cave.
During these years, Xiao Yuanshan unknowingly fell in love with his beautiful and refined master. Although
he frequently manipulated Li Qiushui under Wu Yazi's watchful gaze, he always regarded her as Li Canghai.
Li Canghai, however, still harbored feelings for Wu Yazi, expressing her love through poems in her spare time.
The moon shines bright over the vast sea, the pearl has been returned; before the dressing table, distant mountains are painted. The secluded corridors conceal deep emotions; boundless devotion vanishes like smoke.
The last line of her poem implicitly expresses resentment towards Wu Yazi, but unexpectedly, Xiao Yuanshan, upon seeing it and
considering the sentiment of Yuanshan towards Canghai, changed his Han Chinese name to Xiao Yuanshan.
Three years later, at the age of twenty-seven, Li Canghai could no longer endure her sister and brother-in-law's perverse
and incestuous games, so she left the Wuliang Mountain cave. With nowhere else to go, she went to the Murong family
to meet her son, Murong Bo.
At that time, the previous head of the Murong family was seriously ill and begged Li Canghai to take care of the family.
Thus, Li Canghai stayed in the Murong family, caring for Murong Bo for many years.
After all, it was a mother's instinct; during these years, Li Canghai took great care of Murong Bo, and Murong Bo accepted
her as his mother.
Murong Bo, in his adolescence, harbored feelings of affection for his young mother, who appeared not much older than him
. Of course, brainwashed into a fanatical restorer, he kept these feelings hidden
, never revealing them.
In the original novel, *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*, the Yellow-Eyebrow Monk recalls being nearly killed by the young Murong Bo's Vajra Finger
, mentioning a beautiful woman in white mourning clothes beside Murong Bo, seemingly his mother.
This was Li Canghai.
Li Qiushui kept Wuyazi's belief that Li Canghai had become pregnant through adultery a secret, so Wuyazi was completely unaware of
her presence in the Murong family, believing her to be missing.
Three years later, the over-forty-year-old Li Qiushui became pregnant again, through Wuyazi's disciple, Ding
Chunqiu.
Although Wuyazi had also instructed his two disciples, Su Xinghe and Ding Chunqiu, to
have sex with their master's wife, Li Qiushui, he never expected that his own wife would become pregnant.
At that time, Wu Yazi was a despicable man. To compensate for his psychological distress, he even extended his evil clutches to Ding Chunqiu's
wife, a peasant girl named Li Tong'er.
Li Tong'er was naturally beautiful, bearing a striking resemblance to Li Qiushui. She had just given birth to a
daughter for Ding Chunqiu, at the height of her feminine charm.
This young girl was brutally violated by the perverted Wu Yazi, raped time and time again.
Ding Chunqiu was powerless to resist Wu Yazi and could only bury his hatred deep within his heart. He was originally a promising
young man, but witnessing his master rape his wife countless times, forcing himself to smile, gradually
warped his psyche.
Later, he became a shameless scoundrel who craved flattery, a consequence of this painful experience in his youth.
His self-esteem was completely crushed by his master, Wu Yazi, and he later craved constant praise from others to feel satisfied
.
As Li Qiushui neared childbirth, Wu Yazi grew increasingly frenzied, intensifying his torment of Ding Chunqiu's wife in bed
until the couple felt they could no longer endure it.
Ding Chunqiu, steeling his resolve, decided to fight back to the death. With tears in his eyes, he applied poison to his wife's vagina.
Although Wu Yazi was wary of Ding Chunqiu, he never imagined he could be so ruthless.
After brutally raping Li Tong'er, Wu Yazi was poisoned, damaging his lower body's meridians and hindering his internal energy circulation.
Ding Chunqiu, then allied with the nineteen-year-old Xiao Yuanshan, launched a surprise attack, knocking Wu
Yazi, who hadn't even had time to put on his pants, off a cliff.
Wu Yazi's subsequent paralysis was a consequence of the poisoning; otherwise, with his martial arts skills, a fall
from a cliff wouldn't have resulted in paralysis.
After Wu Yazi's fall, Li Qiushui had just given birth to Li Qingluo and was unable to intervene. Moreover, Ding Chunqiu
was, after all, the father of her daughter, making it difficult for her to be ruthless.
Fearing Li Qiushui's pursuit, Ding Chunqiu fled to the Starry Sea beyond the realm. His newborn daughter
was sent to the vicinity of Zhongnan Mountain. At that time, Wang Chongyang had already become famous, establishing his sect on Zhongnan Mountain, and his influence was unparalleled.
Ding Chunqiu thought that Li Qiushui might not dare to provoke the Quanzhen Sect, and his daughter would probably be safer there.
Later, Ding Chunqiu's daughter married a hunter surnamed Long on Zhongnan Mountain and gave birth to another daughter. Then,
both husband and wife died in the war, and Ding Chunqiu's granddaughter was adopted by the Ancient Tomb Sect by chance; she was none other than Xiaolongnu
.
Because of their shared bloodline, Xiaolongnu and Wang Yuyan bore a striking resemblance in appearance and temperament.
Ding Chunqiu, however, had already lost contact with his daughter and was completely unaware that Xiaolongnu of the Ancient Tomb Sect was his
granddaughter.
Li Qiushui later fled to Xixia because she had learned that Wu Xingyun had established a
force called Lingjiu Palace in the Western Regions.
Still harboring resentment towards her senior sister, she seduced the King of Western Xia, becoming his concubine. Using this power, she established
forces like the First-Class Hall, determined to overthrow the Lingjiu Palace.
When Wu Yazi fell off the cliff, Li Canghai was thirty-one, Murong Bo sixteen, and Xiao Yuanshan nineteen.
A few years after Murong Bo became the head of the family, Li Canghai, feeling his martial arts had reached their peak, conceived
the idea of seeking revenge against Wu Xingyun.
During this time, Xiao Yuanshan, training in the Central Plains martial arts world, encountered Li Canghai and his mother.
Murong Bo, seeing the way Xiao Yuanshan looked at his mother, knew the Liao barbarian's intentions and
harbored resentment.
Then, Li Canghai disappeared, only to seek revenge against Tianshan Tonglao after achieving great martial arts mastery. However, upon seeing the pitiful
Tianshan Tonglao, he let go of his hatred, attained enlightenment, and simply entered a Buddhist monastery, hiding in Shaolin Temple.
That year, Li Canghai was thirty-five, Murong Bo twenty, and Xiao Yuanshan twenty-three.
Meanwhile, at this time, 45-year-old Li Qiushui became the Queen Consort of Western Xia; 53-year-old Tianshan Tonglao was
a powerful ruler.
Ten years later, Xiao Yuanshan finally found a woman who resembled his beautiful master from years ago, married her
, and gave birth to Xiao Feng a year later.
Murong Bo also got married at that time, and soon had Murong Fu.
Murong Fu was slightly younger than Xiao Feng.
Murong Bo, who had sent people to investigate along the way, learned that Xiao Feng called his wife Canghai (meaning "vast sea"), and he was furious.
Wasn't this blatantly fantasizing about his mother?!
You want to sleep with my mother? I'll kill your whole family!
All the talk about inciting conflict between Song and Liao was fake; it was just an excuse Murong Bo used to deceive outsiders. The real reason was...
It was Murong Bo, a mother-obsessed man, who harbored deep resentment.
Therefore, the shrewd Murong Bo committed this seemingly foolish act that harmed others without benefiting himself.
Finally, when Xiao Yuanshan returned to the Central Plains with his wife and child, less than a year old, to visit his family, Murong Bo seized
the opportunity.
Knowing that Xiao Yuanshan was a formidable martial artist and that he might not be able to defeat him, he told the then-leader of the righteous sects, the Northern Shaolin Sect,
that a Khitan master was coming to the Central Plains to steal Shaolin's secret techniques. Xuan Ci fell for the trap and organized a force to
besiege Xiao Yuanshan at Yanmen Pass.
Xiao Yuanshan's wife died in that battle.
At that time, Li Canghai had been living in Shaolin Temple for twelve years, Xiao Yuanshan was thirty-five years old, and Murong Bo was
thirty-one.
After recovering from his injuries, Xiao Yuanshan vowed revenge and secretly entered Shaolin to learn martial arts.
Murong Bo, on the other hand, probably delayed for several years, but finally could not delay any longer. Not knowing how to deal with Xuan Ci
's pursuit, he faked his death and disappeared from the world, actually secretly entering the Shaolin Temple as well. Therefore, Murong Fu must have met
Murong Bo when he was a child.
Thirty years after Xiao Yuanshan secretly entered Shaolin Temple is the starting point of the novel *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*.
At that time, Wu Xingyun was 96 years old, Li Qiushui was 88, Li Canghai was 78, Xiao Yuanshan
was 66, Murong Bo was 63, Xiao Feng was 31, and Murong Fu was around 30. This
corresponds perfectly with the ages of the characters in the original novel.
In the original *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*, the Sweeper Monk mentioned that he had been hiding in Shaolin Temple for an unknown period of forty-two or forty-
three years. Li Canghai entered Shaolin Temple at the age of thirty-five, and forty-two or forty-three years had passed, making him around seventy-eight years old.
Zhao Zhijing understood, a strange look appearing on his face. He thought to himself, "So,
those who associate with the Xiaoyao Sect are all a bit perverted?"
At this moment, the people in the room were still talking. Li Canghai looked pained and sighed, "Bo'er, actually,
your biological father isn't Murong Cheng at all… The Great Yan has nothing to do with you. You don't need to be so
busy and waste your whole life on this."
Murong Bo was stunned upon hearing this, asking incredulously, "Mother…you…what did you say?"
Li Canghai hardened her heart and said, "You are merely an adopted son, you have no Xianbei blood in your body, and
you have no connection to the Great Yan."
Both Murong Bo and his son Murong Fu turned pale, staggering back several steps, as if their
will to live had collapsed.
Then, Li Canghai turned to look at Xiao Yuanshan, noticing his graying temples, and sighed, "Xiaoshan, you've
grown old."
Xiao Yuanshan, looking at Li Canghai who hadn't changed much in decades, exclaimed excitedly, "Master, you have
n't aged at all!"
Li Canghai seemed to see again the handsome young boy in his teens, kneeling on the ground begging him to teach him martial arts.
He sighed again and said softly, "For my sake, please let go of your resentment towards Bo'er, okay?"
Xiao Yuanshan trembled, clenched his fist, then relaxed it for a long time, then clenched it again, finally letting out a long sigh
and saying, "My life was originally given to me by Master. Since that's the case, why not? From now on,
I will follow Feng'er back to the Liao Kingdom and never set foot in the Central Plains again."
At this point, the matter was basically settled.
Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng returned to the Liao Kingdom, while Murong Bo and his son Murong Fu left Shaolin Temple dejectedly,
their whereabouts unknown.
Li Canghai, however, was held back by her sister, Li Qiushui, who wouldn't allow her to leave again.
When the Shaolin monks and some martial arts heroes arrived, only Zhao Zhijing remained at the scene.

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