Ten Years of Lone Sword and Vast Sea Alliance [Complete] - 25

Chapter Twenty-Five: Advice is not as good as provocation. Yunmeng's venomous and ruthless heart brought disaster upon herself. A mistake in her technique led to the demonic monk using someone else's knife to kill

, which inadvertently benefited him. It should be known that the most arrogant figures in the martial arts world are the Tang family of Sichuan. Their reputation for poison has been known to the martial arts world for hundreds of years and is still celebrated today. Therefore, the Tang family is proud of their mastery of all poisons and no one in the world thinks they are second to none. Upon hearing the sickly-looking man's sarcastic remarks, Tang Tai, the master of the Hundred-Step Soul-Capturing Technique, flew into a rage, sneering, "How could I, Tang, be provoked by you to commit such a disgraceful act in the martial world?"

The sickly-looking man laughed loudly, "Don't contradict yourself. The Red Flag Gang doesn't value you. You might as well surrender and return to Sichuan, keeping to yourself. Now that the Minshan Two Poisons have taken over the martial world, your Tang Clan name will no longer exist." As he spoke, he turned to the face of the old man in red robes and a turban, blinked, and said, "Senior Dragon Slayer, don't you agree?" This old man in red robes and a turban was none other than Jiang Taixu, the hermit of Dragon Slayer's Abode. Jiang Taixu was taken aback, wondering why the sickly-looking man recognized him. He couldn't help but let out a snort, his mind filled with suspicion.

Tang Tai, the master of the Hundred-Step Soul-Capturing technique, grew increasingly agitated, his anger causing his vision to blur and his ears to ring. He couldn't even hear the last question posed to the Dragon-Slaying Hermit. Then, he threw his head back and laughed furiously, "Friend, you think my Sichuan Tang Clan is worthless? I, Tang, will certainly open your eyes..."

The sickly, sallow-faced man sneered and interjected, "What's the point of verbal sparring? Friend Tang, you should consider this carefully, weigh the pros and cons. This concerns the honor and disgrace of the

Tang Clan. Don't act rashly, lest you become a laughingstock, like trying to draw a tiger but ending up with a dog." Tang Tai's old face flushed crimson, his eyes flashing with ferocity, and his body trembled. He had roamed the martial world for a long time, and even the most wicked and petty thieves would give him a wide berth, respectfully addressing him as Old Tang. This had fostered his arrogance and haughty nature. How could he bear such ridicule and sarcasm? He was so angry that he could hardly speak, and could only say "Good, good, good" several times.

At this moment, Tang Tai was so angry that he was delirious. His wisdom was overwhelmed by anger. People who are extremely angry and impulsive and lose their reason will do extremely vicious and cruel things. After saying "good" several times, Tang Tai, the Hundred-Step Soul-Capturing Swordsman, grinned and said, "Friend, how about we go to the Red Flag headquarters together?"

The sickly-yellow man glanced at him sideways, his face showing disdain, and said, "Friend Tang, it's not that I look down on you, but you can't keep up with me no matter what. Walking slowly is extremely boring. It would be better if you went first, and I'll definitely arrive an hour earlier than you."

Tang Tai, the Hundred-Step Soul-Capturing Swordsman, was furious and said, "Friend, don't think that just because you have extraordinary martial arts skills, you can repeatedly mock me.

Have you forgotten my name, Hundred-Step Wind-Catching, Soul-Capturing Lightning?" The sickly-yellow man smiled, stared at Tang Tai's face for a moment, and said generously, "Friend Tang, since you are so arrogant, let's go together. However, if you can't keep up with me, you'll have to accept your bad luck. I won't abandon you." As he spoke, he stretched out his right arm, gesturing for Tang Tai to go first.

Tang Tai grinned maliciously, unleashing his Hundred-Step Wind-Riding Movement Technique. In a flash, he shot forward like an arrow, covering five or six zhang (approximately 10-13 meters) in a short distance, then sprinted away. In the blink of an eye, he had covered about twenty or thirty zhang when he suddenly felt a gust of wind sweep past him. Looking closely, he saw the sickly, yellow-skinned man, his form like a wisp of smoke, moving faster than lightning, passing him by in awe

. Tang Tai was greatly alarmed. Half a cup of tea's time passed, and Tang Tai was now more than a li (approximately 500 meters) behind, only to see the sickly, yellow-skinned man disappear around the mountain's edge. Tang Tai realized he was far inferior to the man and couldn't help but let out a long, disheartened sigh. Witnessing the sickly-looking man's uncanny and lightning-fast movements, the Dragon-Slaying Hermit exclaimed in admiration, "This man is not only exceptionally intelligent, but his martial arts are also unconventional. Tang Tai's departure will surely turn the Red Flag Gang upside down!"

The burly man with the bushy beard nodded, "Senior, your assessment is accurate. I was afflicted with the Five Poison Claw Scythe on my shoulder; if it weren't for this man's medicine and rescue, I don't know if I would still be able to meet you now."

The Dragon-Slaying Hermit smiled slightly and turned to the young man, saying, "Qiu'er, just as I predicted, you killed..." "My father's enemy is Yuwen Lei, the leader of the Red Flag Gang!"

The young man's eyes turned red with

rage as he shouted, "Disciple, I'll go find that treacherous Yuwen right now!" The Dragon-Slaying Hermit's face hardened, and he said in a deep voice, "You unfilial disciple, you've only learned martial arts for a few days, yet you dare to be so arrogant and reckless. There are many powerful and wicked masters in the Red Flag Gang, all of them exceptionally skilled. Even I, your master, must act according to the circumstances. How can you act so recklessly?" The young man realized he had acted too impulsively and lowered his head, tears welling in his eyes, remaining silent.

Seeing this, the Dragon-Slaying Hermit sighed and said, "It's understandable that you're acting this way, but without preparation, nothing can be accomplished. You should obey orders and not act rashly, understand?" The young man nodded, and the Dragon-Slaying Hermit shouted, "Go!" The three of them sped off towards Yunmeng.
Within the Yunmeng Swamp, reeds stretched to the sky, a verdant expanse stretching for miles. Waterways crisscrossed the area, their murmurings faintly audible. Seagulls soared and frolicked in the air, a veritable paradise on earth. Suddenly, several figures darted out from the reeds, revealing the three Taoists and one layman from the tavern. Their movements were swift as the wind, leaping and bounding through the reeds like rabbits and falcons.

The four abruptly stopped. The man with the red turban on his forehead looked apologetic, saying, "Taking one step further is forbidden territory. Forgive me, Wei, for not being able to disobey the leader's strict orders. We will stop here." He pointed ahead, adding, "Five miles away, a glimpse of green clouds, is that the grove of willows surrounding the Taoist temple. I will wait here, awaiting the good news from the three Taoist masters."

The three Taoists simply said, "Thank you for your trouble, Master Wei." With that, their figures grew taller and they vanished into the air.

Suddenly, a figure flashed out from behind the man with the red turban, striking his vital point with two fingers as swift as lightning. The man with the red turban fell dead into the reeds before he could even utter a sound. Before the finger was withdrawn, the figure leaped up and darted towards the three figures behind them, as swift as a whirlwind, disappearing in a flash. The three figures landed outside the weeping willows, staring at the tightly closed doors of the Sanqing Taoist Temple. They looked at each other, none daring to approach.

After hesitating for a moment, Han Guang Daoist whispered first, "Junior Brothers Han Qing and Han Yun, it seems that what Master Wei said was true. Indeed, there is a Taoist temple in this deserted swamp. I didn't expect those two traitorous old fogies to be hiding here. What should we do now?"

Han Yun Daoist pondered for a while and said, "If those two old fogies are really inside, the three of us are no match for them. We should hurry back to Konghui and report to the sect leader before deciding what to do."

Han Guang shook his head and said, "No, distant water cannot help nearby water." Upon hearing the news, they fled in terror, and were nowhere to be found. Years ago, before their master passed away, he intended for these two old men to serve as sect leaders and protectors. However, taking advantage of their master's dying moments, they committed a heinous act, thus losing their positions. The sect was outraged and wanted to punish them according to the sect rules. Unexpectedly, these two old men, in their anger, betrayed the sect and stole the sect's martial arts manual. For many years, their master had harbored resentment, desperately seeking to retrieve the manual, but to no avail. "The whereabouts of the missing person are hereby announced. Whoever retrieves the secret manual will be appointed as the next sect leader. Now that the heavens have granted our wish, we must not let this opportunity slip by."

Daoist Hanqing glanced at Daoist Hanguang and said, "Senior brother, do you wish to become the next sect leader? We will certainly help you fulfill your wish, but it is beyond our capabilities. We must proceed with caution."

Daoist Hanguang said, "It's alright. Tang Tai sent me two sticks of Five Poison Soul-Severing Incense. We'll climb over the back wall, hide inside, and light them while the two elders are still alive." "It's too late," he said, taking out three black pills. "This is Tang Tai's unique antidote. Before burning incense, insert them into your noses, and you'll be safe. My two junior brothers, let's sneak into the temple. Don't make a sound. Those two old ghosts have the sharpest ears. If we're caught, they'll torture us until we're neither alive nor dead." Hanqing and Hanyun shuddered involuntarily. Trembling, they and Hanguang simultaneously dodged sideways and darted around the green willow trees towards the back of the temple.

The setting sun cast a red glow, a gentle breeze swayed the willow branches, gulls chased the green reeds, and birds returned to the clouds. The serene beauty of the scene was intoxicating. Meanwhile, while the three Daoists of Kongtong were discussing outside, an incredibly swift figure landed in the backyard of the Sanqing Temple. The figure appeared to be a sickly-looking farmer. He hesitated for a moment, then rushed towards the front room. As soon as he stepped into the main room, his gaze fell upon something that startled him.

They found two gaunt, white-haired Taoist priests lying on a prayer mat, their faces ashen, their eyes wide open, their spirits extinguished. The sickly man stepped forward, checking their pulses; they still had faint beats, their hearts not yet broken, and there was still hope for them. He carefully examined the two priests' condition and realized they had been secretly attacked using a remote acupoint striking technique. The two priests had only just realized they were being attacked, and it was too late; they had hastily protected their heart meridians to prevent their vital energy from dissipating, waiting for someone to save them.

But the attacker must be a demon with unparalleled martial arts skills; otherwise, the two priests were not ordinary martial artists, and how could they have been targeted? However, one thing remained puzzling: after attacking the two priests, why didn't the attacker enter the room and take their lives? He was an exceptionally intelligent man, and after a moment's thought, he suddenly understood.

The person who plotted against the two old Taoists must be Yuwen Lei's master, Saduo and Tuo. Yuwen Lei mistakenly believed the two Taoists were responsible because they were hiding in the Yunmeng Swamp and those imprisoned at the main altar often disappeared without a trace. He dared not provoke them lightly, but felt a thorn in his side and wanted them eliminated quickly. Therefore, he asked his master to subdue them. However, fearing that his fellow Taoist heroes would criticize him for being intolerant and breaking his promise, he secretly invited people from the Konghui Sect to come, ostensibly to help him deal with the Beggar Clan, but secretly sent a Wei-surname incense master to tell them about the two old Taoists lurking in the Sanqing Taoist Temple, causing them to fall into a trap without realizing it. He used them as a tool to kill them, his intentions utterly wicked.

The sickly man with the yellow hair realized the reasoning behind this and thought to himself, "It's not difficult to revive the two old Taoists, but it won't be done in a moment. The three Taoist priests from Kongtong must have already sneaked into the backyard. I'd better deal with them first." As he pondered this, he suddenly heard faint footsteps coming from the backyard. He snorted coldly, and his figure flashed, like a wisp of smoke, as he swept in through the side door.

The three, including Han Guang Daoist, landed in the backyard and were pondering their strategy when suddenly a person shot out from the door, startling them greatly. The person was incredibly fast, landing in front of them in an instant. Seeing that it was the sickly man with the yellow hair they had just encountered, they were immediately stunned. The sickly man with the yellow hair laughed loudly, "Truly, life is full of unexpected encounters! The three Taoist masters have graced our humble abode with their presence. What brings you here?" His face was filled with extreme mockery and disdain. Master Hanguang's

gaze turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "A true master does not lie. How could this Sanqing Taoist Temple be a place for you, benefactor, to reside?"

The sickly-looking man raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Nonsense! Is the Sanqing Taoist Temple only for you Taoist priests to live in? As the saying goes, monks and Taoists can eat from ten directions. I am a beggar and can eat from twelve directions. I have lived here for five years, going out in the morning and returning at night, without being disturbed. Today, it is rare for the three Taoist masters to grace us with their presence. I greeted them with courtesy because they are guests from afar. How could the

Taoist master utter such rude words?" The three Taoist masters of Kongtong saw that the sallow-faced, rough-looking man's eyes were sharp, like two cold beams of lightning, intimidating to the mind. Upon hearing this, they exchanged glances. The sickly man with yellowed hair said again, "If the three Daoists have no further advice, please return to Kongtong Mountain and cultivate in seclusion. Otherwise, if we encounter each other again, we will surely suffer disgrace and ruin." Upon hearing this

, Daoist Hanqing immediately rolled his eyes and sneered, "Your words are too arrogant, as if your life and death are in your own hands."

The sickly man with yellowed hair laughed loudly, "My hermitage is known as the Gate of Hell within a five-mile radius. Ordinary people can enter but cannot leave. If the three Daoists do not believe me, I will take back everything I just said. Please try to escape beyond five miles."

Daoist Hanqing was furious and said, "You want to keep us three here? I'm afraid you won't be able to."

Daoist Hanguang laughed and said, "Junior brother, it's not time to make a move yet. Let's go to the front courtyard to check it out first, and then come back to meet our deaths." With that, he moved.

Suddenly, the sickly-looking man's five fingers shot out, swiftly striking Hanqing Daoist's wrist acupoint with lightning speed. He roared, "If you dare to move another step, you're dead!"

Han Guang and Han Yun, who had already leaped forward, were startled by the shout, landing heavily on the ground. Looking back, they were shocked. Hanqing Daoist, caught off guard, felt his internal energy surge and his body ache as the sickly-looking man gripped his pulse point. He felt as if insects were crawling all over him, his throat was dry and parched, and cold sweat poured down his face, turning him pale.

Han Guang, anxious for his junior brother's safety, swiftly wielded a cloud-shaped broom from his back and lunged forward, striking with his left wrist. At the same time, Han Yun Daoist kicked into the air, his longsword flashing with cold light as he slashed straight at the sickly-looking man's head. The two attacked with lightning speed and perfect coordination; no matter what, the sickly-looking man seemed unable to escape this attack.

Unexpectedly, as Master Hanguang unleashed his cloud-broom, he suddenly saw Hanqing's figure being flung away by the sickly-looking man, hurtling towards him. The two attacks were incredibly fast, forcing Master Hanguang to spin around, his cloud-broom spinning to avoid Hanqing's oncoming body. Hanqing was thrown more than three zhang away with a loud thud, dust billowing everywhere, lying motionless on the ground like a dead snake.

Then, Hanqing let out a piercing, agonizing scream, echoing through the clouds, chilling to the bone. Master Hanguang quickly turned to look and saw Hanqing lying slumped under a clump of bamboo in the courtyard, his eyes glazed, his face as pale as paper, clearly stunned by a pressure point technique. The sickly-looking man stood a few zhang away, his eyes fixed on him like cold lightning. Even a martial arts master like Han Guang Dao Ren felt a chill run down his spine. Knowing that retreat was the best of the thirty-six stratagems, he swiftly leaped down onto the roof with the speed of a gust of wind. But before him stood

a sickly, sallow-faced man, his expression as imposing as a mountain, less than three feet away on the roof tiles. The man laughed, "Don't you care about the lives of your two junior brothers? Are you really going to just leave like this?" Han Guang Dao Ren's old face flushed crimson with shame. He roared, deftly flinging his cloud-broom, and thrusting his palms forward with immense force. The sickly, sallow-faced man simply pulled his palm outward, feeling the force vanish without a trace. He was also thrown forward, a finger striking his "Tian Shu" acupoint, and he collapsed, dizzy. The sickly, sallow-faced man sneered, grabbed him, tucked him under his arm, and leaped to the ground, tossing him into the dust before turning and disappearing into the temple.

As twilight descended, a bright, cold star rose on the horizon. A gentle breeze rustled, and mosquitoes buzzed like thunder. The sickly, yellow-haired man entered the meditation room of the two old Taoist priests. The room was pitch black, so he lit a lamp on the table. He saw the two priests still lying stiffly on their prayer mats. He sighed, gently laid them down, and placed his palms on each of their "Mingmen" acupoints, using the "Bodhi Palm" healing technique to channel his inner energy into them.

After about the time it takes to eat a meal, the two priests suddenly opened their eyes and awoke. They felt a hand pressing against their backs, and a warm current flowed through their acupoints, instantly restoring their stagnant blood and energy. Knowing they had been saved, one of them said, "Thank you for your help. We, Feixia and Feilei, are deeply grateful for your kindness." The sickly, yellow-haired man abruptly withdrew his palm. The two priests stood up and bowed deeply in respect.

"It is our duty to help those in distress. I, Xie Yunyue, dare not accept such a generous gift from you, Daoist Master." The sickly, sallow-faced man shifted his position, a smile playing on his lips.

Feixia and Feilei, the two Daoists, were taken aback and exchanged bewildered glances. Feixia looked puzzled and said, "For the past ten years, we two have lived in seclusion, unknown to the outside world, with no contact whatsoever. Only our long-time friend, Xu Dongping, the Two-Element Swordsman of Hengshan, comes here once a year. He delivers all the necessary supplies to our temple on time. Last time he visited, Xu Dongping praised Xie Yunyue's exceptional martial arts, which we greatly admire. However, his appearance is quite different from what he described."

Xie Yunyue smiled humbly and said, "How could I dare accept such praise from you two Daoist Masters, elders of Kongtong?" As he spoke, he raised his hand and removed a human skin mask from his face.

The two Daoists were immediately struck by his appearance. Although Xie Yunyue still looked like a rough farmer, once his painting tools were removed, he appeared elegant and refined, with an extremely dashing and refined air. Feixiazi looked at Feileizi and said, "Xu Dongping's words are true. Benefactor Xie is indeed a celestial being among men, a divine dragon in this turbid world." As he spoke, he suddenly turned to Xie Yunyue and asked, "How did you know that I am from Kongtong?"

Xie Yunyue smiled and asked in return, "How did you two Daoists end up being plotted against? I would like to know the details."

Feixiazi sighed and a look of shame appeared on his face. He said, "It was my fault for cherishing my reputation and letting it fester. When Yuwen Lei established his sect, he came here to visit. My junior brother intended to kill him, but I dissuaded him and we made a pact of non-interference."

Feileizi suddenly frowned and interjected, "Back then, being expelled from Kongtong was also due to my senior brother's compassion. I hope you are not annoyed by my rambling. Let me explain. Yuwen Lei could not tolerate anyone sleeping soundly next to him, but he dared not provoke my two disciples. Therefore, he asked his master, Sado and Tuo, to eliminate us."

"Our humble Taoist priests know that Sado and Tuo are known as the best martial artists in the Western Regions, and their unparalleled and unpredictable martial arts are beyond question. Therefore, we were determined to deal with such a powerful enemy, and we could not rely on outsiders. So we diligently studied the secret method of the Xuanqing True Qi of Kongtong, which we had not been able to fully comprehend for decades. We each tried to comprehend its mysteries at different times each day. When we heard that Sado and Tuo were coming from the east, our humble Taoist priests were anxious. We thought that if we could master the Shaoqing True Qi before they arrived, we could probably defend ourselves together if we could achieve 70% mastery in a short period of time. Unfortunately, we were too anxious and neglected our precautions. When we were returning to the state of purity, we suddenly felt a wisp of cold energy penetrating our Jingcu acupoint. It was too late to close the acupoint. The cold energy rushed around at lightning speed. Fortunately, we managed to protect our heart meridians and waited for help. This was originally a matter of fate. In two more hours, our whole body would have become stiff. We are very grateful to the benefactor for arriving in time. It seems that our lives are not meant to end."

Xie Yunyue smiled slightly and said, "The attackers are most likely Sado and Tuo, right?" Fei Leizi nodded shyly. Xie Yunyue
looked at Fei Xiazi and said, "If you want to know why I know you two are from Konghui, please go to the backyard and take a look to find out." Fei Lei Zi and Fei Xia Zi were taken aback upon hearing this

, then turned and hurried towards the backyard. Xie Yun Yue did not follow. When the two returned, Xie Yun Yue had vanished, leaving a note on the incense table explaining that he had urgent business to attend to at the Red Flag Altar and could not wait to receive their instruction. He asked them to take care of themselves and not to reveal his whereabouts or origins. After reading it, the two, whose hearts had been calm for a long time, couldn't help but feel a little turbulent, and remained silent in bewilderment.

The Red Flag Altar was built against the mountain and beside the water, a secluded and dangerous place. The buildings were scattered and uneven, stretching endlessly. The moon was cold in the sky, with sparse stars twinkling. The water and reeds rustled and rippled. Every now and then, a water bird would rush out from the reeds, flying low and chasing each other. Under the cold moonlight, all of this was set off with a dreamlike beauty. Below the eastern cliff, a Inside the small stone house, two elderly men in long, hempen robes sat facing each other, a hint of melancholy occasionally appearing between their brows

, whispering to each other. A red candle on the table was nearly burned out, wax dripping, the flickering candlelight casting red shadows, and a wisp of smoke rose from the wick, filling the room. These two old men were none other than the Two Poisons of Minshan. Their voices were so soft, almost inaudible, that it was impossible to hear what they were saying. Suddenly, the two doors and windows opened without wind, and the candle flames flickered violently. The Two Poisons of Minshan were startled and abruptly struck out the window with their palms. Even while seated, a whirlwind of energy surged forth, roaring like a tidal wave, its power overwhelming.

A clear, deep laugh came from outside the window: "My old friend from Minshan, your skill has improved considerably, far surpassing what you once were. May I enter and have a chat with you two?"

The Two Poisons were taken aback, exchanging a glance. The elder, Teng Qing, replied, "Who are you?" "Since you've come to visit, why didn't you knock?" Before the words were finished, a figure flashed in. The candlelight flickered, illuminating the newcomer's face—a cold, gloomy countenance, devoid of eyebrows and eyelashes, resembling a dead man's face . His long black robe fluttered, giving off an eerie and terrifying aura.

The two poisoners of Minshan stared intently for a long time, feeling utterly bewildered that this person, whom they had never met before, claimed to be an old friend from Minshan. Seeing this, the man's cold face broke into a smile, saying, "Two Masters Teng, why do you two lose your resolve and aid the wicked? Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the martial arts world? It's been quite a while since we parted at Mangshan, and I didn't expect you two to be so forgetful."

Teng Qing and Teng Chong exclaimed in surprise, "Are you really Young Hero Xie? Young Hero's voice sounds vaguely familiar, but his appearance is different, so we were stunned." Xie Yunyue smiled slightly and said, "

I came here in disguise, so you brothers naturally wouldn't recognize me. The Red Flag Gang will collapse in the blink of an eye, so why should you brothers stay here and end up burning with everyone else?"

The two poisoners suddenly looked gloomy, and Teng Qing suddenly sighed sadly and said, "Young hero Xie, do you think I am really willing to be here, poisoning people against my conscience? I have no choice but to do so because I am being held hostage by Yuwen Lei." "Then he recounted their ordeal.

It turned out that when the Two Poisons of Minshan retreated from Mangshan to Minshan, they resolved to never again concern themselves with martial arts feuds, spending their days carefree amidst the clouds and mist, sleeping by the spring and rinsing their mouths with stones, planning to live out their days in Minshan. Having been orphaned and exposed at a young age, they suffered endless indifference and discrimination, which shaped their somewhat eccentric personalities, leading them to act and treat others primarily based on their likes and dislikes. They lived half their lives in this muddled way, ultimately earning themselves the infamous reputation of being the Two Poisons. Gradually, they realized their mistakes, understanding that the distinction between good and evil is thin, and that no one is perfect, let alone entirely good. Upon this realization, they immediately turned away from evil and towards good, but their lifelong stain was an indelible mark. The many grudges they had accumulated in the past, along with the constant arrival of powerful enemies, caused them immense distress and shame." Guilt.

One day, the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, at the end of the year, heavy snow blocked the mountains, and the biting cold was bone-chilling. Er Du was drinking in his room, admiring the swirling snow outside the window, like jade dragons soaring and dancing, completely absorbed in the beauty. Suddenly, three figures darted into the room like a gust of wind. Because the three were so light and agile, like falling catkins, they were completely silent, and Er Du did not notice them at all.

A cold laugh entered his ears, and Er Du was startled. When he turned around to look, the three had already unleashed an incomparably powerful palm strike. Er Du felt as if he had been hit hard in the back, and his blood and qi surged backward. Fortunately, their skills were superb, and he used the force to flip over in the corner of the room. Teng Qing was about to use his unique poison weapon when Xi Chong had already seen who the old man was and shouted loudly to stop him: "Wait!"

Teng Qing, recognizing the newcomers as descendants of Dai Mengjie, the renowned swordsman of Longxi whom he had killed in a fit of rage years ago after being misled by others, stopped fighting. His anger reaching its peak, he laughed loudly, "Second brother, we don't need to fight anymore. I killed Master Dai in a moment of anger years ago, and I still feel uneasy about it. Let's just grant them their wish." "Eldest brother, hold your hand! Otherwise, you

'll regret it for the rest of your life, haunted by nightmares!"

one of the three shouted. "Since you've accepted your fate, then prepare to die!" "With both palms thrusting out,

the two poisoners immediately coughed up blood, their bodies swaying precariously. Just as the San Dai Sect descendant was about to deliver another blow to kill them, a thunderous shout suddenly rang out, and a massive figure rushed in, its palms flying like lightning, forcing the three men back several feet. Taking advantage of the moment, it grabbed the two poisoners' bodies and darted away like lightning. At this moment, the Minshan two poisoners were in a semi-conscious state, still aware of their surroundings. They only heard the whistling wind and felt as if they were floating on clouds. Knowing they had been rescued, they were overjoyed and then fainted again.

When the two men awoke, they found themselves in a mountain cave. The snow outside reflected into the cave, making it unusually bright. On a rock at the cave entrance sat a man with a square face, large ears, a lion's nose, and a tiger's mouth. His bright eyes shone with divine light as he stared at the two men. Upon seeing the two poisoners awaken, he stood up and laughed loudly, "Do you two feel any better about your internal pain?" "Just now, I heard from you two that you bravely admitted your mistakes and were willing to risk your lives to atone for your sins. Such magnanimity is rarely seen in this world. Yuwen Lei was deeply moved."

The two poisoners of Minshan were greatly surprised to hear that the person who saved them was none other than Yuwen Lei, the leader of the Red Flag Gang, also known as Eight-Armed Vajra, a powerful figure in the bandit world of Jiangsu, Anhui, and Hubei provinces. They were puzzled as to why Yuwen Lei would come to their residence in Minshan. They couldn't figure out his intentions. Yuwen Lei continued, "However, in my humble opinion, your actions are not very wise. In life, mistakes are inevitable. To know one's mistakes and correct them is the greatest virtue. Why must one die to atone for one's sins?" "Upon hearing Yuwen Lei's words, the two poisoners of Minshan seemed to be making unfounded arguments, but given the circumstances, they could not refute him and could only give a wry smile.

Yuwen Lei smiled and said, "I suppose these words are not to your liking, but time has passed, and there is no need to dwell on them. The purpose of my visit is to invite you two to our gang to help a friend. This friend..."

Before he could finish speaking, Teng Qing shook his head and replied, "This foolish brother is deeply grateful for Chief Yuwen's life-saving grace and should obey your command. However, this foolish brother has sworn never to interfere in the affairs of Jiangsi Lake. If I have infringed upon your command, I hope Chief Yuwen will forgive me."

The Eight-Armed Vajra immediately burst into laughter and said, "In my life, I, Yuwen Lei, never force others to do anything. You two can rest assured on this point." He then took out two bright red pills from his robes, saying, "These pills are a rare medicine from Yuwen Lei's sect, possessing the power to bring the dead back to life. I'm giving them to you two to avoid lifelong disability." The two poisoners from Minshan were greatly troubled, not reaching out to accept them, and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Seeing this, Yuwen Lei smiled slightly and said, "You two can rest assured, Yuwen Lei will never use kindness as leverage. You can rest assured, Yuwen Lei will leave immediately." Hearing this, the two poisoners didn't want to embarrass him further, so they thanked him and swallowed

the pills. Yuwen Lei immediately turned and walked out of the cave. After walking only three or four zhang outside the cave, he stopped and slowly turned his face away, saying, "There's something I almost forgot to tell you two. This friend of mine, who is also poisoned, claims to be your sworn brother. Please convey my regards to him." Having said that, he turned and walked away.

The two poisoners of Minshan were greatly astonished. Teng Chong shouted, "Chief Yuwen, please wait! Who is your friend? May I ask his name?"

Eight-Armed Vajra Yuwen Lei stopped, turned around, and smiled, "Guo Luoshan Divine Eagle Ge Yi."

The two poisoners' expressions changed drastically. Teng Qing said, "This foolish brother did not know you were Brother Ge En. In that case, we are willing to go with the leader."
Yuwen Lei smiled and said, "Since you two are willing to help, that is the best thing. However, Ge Yi was harmed by Tang Tai of the Hundred Poisons Sect, who is known for his Hundred-Step Soul-Binding Technique. He is currently clinging to life. I hope you two will bring all the necessary items with you so that we can treat him properly. I have tried my best, but I cannot find out what kind of poison he suffered. I had no choice but to use the sect's elixir to temporarily maintain his heart meridian and prevent his true qi from dissipating. Ge Yi said that only the two of you can treat this kind of poison, so I rushed here." The two poisoners, unaware of the trap, jumped up and felt that their internal injuries had healed. They followed Yuwen Lei to their residence, packed all the medicine into two bundles, and headed to the Yunmeng Swamp.

Upon hearing this, Xie Yunyue couldn't help but ask, "You two must have seen Ge Yi?"

The two men exchanged bitter smiles. Teng Qing said, "We saw him, but he's dead. We watched him being buried." His expression was one of profound sorrow.

Xie Yunyue said, "In that case, you two should return to the mountain."

Teng Qing's inner light suddenly dimmed, and he let out a long, sorrowful sigh, a sigh seemingly filled with boundless resentment. He continued, "Young hero, your criticism is quite right, but one wrong step can lead to eternal regret. By the time we turn back, a hundred years have passed."

Xie Yunyue couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Why is that?"

Teng Qing said, "Ge Yi is dead. Seeing that we had no way to stay, we bid farewell to Yuwen Lei. Yuwen Lei said that because of Ge Yi, he had formed an irreconcilable enmity with the Tang Clan. They agreed to settle their grievances at the Yunmeng headquarters on the Yuanxiao Festival. All the Tang Clan's experts would be there. Knowing that we had sworn not to get involved in the affairs of the martial world, we couldn't..." "Xiang Qiang only asked for the recipe for the invisible poison, so that we could wipe out the Tang Clan in one fell swoop, avoiding harm to the innocent members of the gang, and also allowing your benefactor, Ge Yi, to rest in peace. Therefore, we generously wrote down the recipe and the antidote at the same time. Unexpectedly, Yuwen Lei took advantage of the situation and struck us unconscious with acupuncture points." He smiled bitterly and pointed to his knees, saying, "When we woke up, both our legs were paralyzed. Young hero, don't you think it's impolite of us to still be sitting?"

Xie Yunyue had already noticed that the two poisoners had been sitting motionless, assuming they were just sitting comfortably because of their power, and didn't find it strange. However, he was surprised to find that their legs were paralyzed, and his eyes showed indignation. Teng Qing continued, “I am over sixty years old, and death is not premature. I originally intended to commit suicide, but I thought that the formula for the invisible poison had fallen into the hands of the evil spirit Yun, causing endless harm. Therefore, I prolonged my life temporarily, secretly plotting to retrieve and destroy it, and to kill Yuwen Lei. Only he knows the secret formula. If this person is not eliminated, we, the two poisoners of Minshan, will likely be condemned to eternal damnation, never to be reborn.” Tears welled up in Teng Chong’s eyes and streamed down his face. His old age had brought him misfortune, and his fate was truly tragic.

Xie Yunyue felt a deep sorrow in his heart and was about to offer words of comfort when he suddenly snorted coldly and whispered, “Someone is coming.” He moved swiftly, disappearing into a corner where the candlelight could not reach, concealing the divine light shining in his eyes.

The two poisoners of Minshan were startled by his words. Outside, only the wind rustled the reeds and the frogs croaked like thunder. Apart from that, there was nothing else to be heard. The silence was eerie, but they knew that Xie Yunyue must have sensed something. The two sat upright in their chairs, motionless, like old monks in deep meditation. After a short while, a deep cough was heard outside the door. The door opened a crack, and a man slipped in, slowly walking towards Er Du.

This man had a long beard reaching his abdomen, an imposing presence, and a glint in his eyes. He smiled before speaking, a smile full of hypocrisy and forcedness that instantly evoked disgust. He said, "Brothers Teng, we have a long-standing friendship, and I cannot bear to see you suffer here. Life is but a hundred years. It passes in the blink of an

eye. Why be so willful and stubborn? As the saying goes, those who understand the times are heroes." Before he could finish, Teng Chong frowned and interjected, "Brother Lingfei, everyone has their own ambitions. There's no need to force it." Lingfei was known as the Mourning Swordsman, revered as the number one swordsman of the Qiongxia School. Xie Yunyue secretly sized him up.

Ling Fei chuckled and said, "You two must not misunderstand. I am acting out of good intentions. The invisible poison has fallen into Yuwen Lei's hands, and its effects are endless. It is better to feign compliance and wait for an opportunity to retrieve it and escape. The world is vast, and there is always a place for us to go."

The two poisoners were taken aback. Teng Qing said coldly, "I appreciate Brother Ling's good intentions, but Brother Ling, are you not afraid of them harming you if you dare to say such a thing?" He suspected that Ling Fei, the Mourning Swordsman, was acting on Yuwen Lei's orders and was testing him.

Ling Fei's face suddenly darkened, and in the flickering candlelight, he appeared particularly fierce and terrifying. He sneered, "Only speak three-tenths of what you know to others, never reveal your whole heart. Don't you two consider that you possess various items, all of which are rare and deadly poisons, and have all been confiscated by Yuwen Lei? If you were to use them against an enemy, wouldn't the cause of the bloody calamity in the martial world begin with your poisons? Hmph, Ling Fei is too lazy to waste time talking to you two." With that, he walked away.

Teng Qing chuckled and said, "If you weren't also under Yuwen Lei's control, why would you come looking for us? Besides, we're crippled now, willing but unable, saying more would be futile."

Ling Fei, already standing by the door, suddenly turned around upon hearing this, grinning maliciously, "My purpose in coming to Yunmeng Swamp is related to a strange young man rumored in the martial world. It's said that this strange young man boasts of being the best swordsman in the world and has an irreconcilable feud with the Red Flag Gang. I'm here to test him out; otherwise, I would have..." "He's gone. How could Yuwen Lei possibly hold me hostage?"

Suddenly, a sinister laugh drifted in from outside the door: "Lingfei, don't talk big. The gang leader saw through your treacherous intentions and sealed your 'Three Yin Meridians.' You knew you couldn't escape beyond a hundred miles before being consumed by Yin Fire. He gave you three pills daily to temporarily suppress the pain of aching muscles and bones. The gang leader was merely observing whether you would repent, so he spared your life for now. I never expected you to use your silver tongue to incite the two Teng Ruoshi to collude with you. Humph! Lingfei, you're dying before you even know it." "His voice was chilling and sinister, like a cold wind rising from a deep, icy cave, sending

shivers down one's spine upon hearing it. The Death Gate Swordsman, upon hearing the man's words, turned deathly pale, cold sweat streamed down his cheeks, and his body trembled slightly. Just as the man finished speaking, a muffled groan escaped his lips, followed by the sound of him collapsing to the ground. Ling Fei's expression suddenly changed to joy, and he strode out the door. The Two Poisons of Minshan, seeing Xie Yunyue transform into a wisp of smoke, closely following Ling Fei with unparalleled speed and elusiveness, like a maggot clinging to a bone, couldn't help but marvel.

The Death Gate Swordsman, Ling Fei, stepped outside and saw a man lying on the ground. He had no time to consider who had helped him." Determined to destroy the evidence, he grabbed the intruder and lunged northward towards the cliff. The Red Flag Gang's main altar was heavily fortified, teeming with hidden figures. Ling Fei, familiar with the situation, weaved and leaped, avoiding direct confrontation, as if navigating an empty path. Unbeknownst to him, Xie Yunyue had already neutralized all the hidden figures upon his arrival. A gentle night breeze blew, the moon shone brightly in the sky, and the Yunmeng Swamp seemed shrouded in a thin white mist. Two figures, one after the other, swiftly sped away like a gust of wind.

The murderous swordsman, Ling Fei, remained completely unaware of those following him. Reaching the foot of the cliff, he suddenly raised his shoulders and performed the "Hidden Dragon Ascends to Heaven" maneuver, leaping onto the cliff face and sprinting forward. He stopped before a precipice, where a sheer cliff, dozens of feet high, stood precariously, overlooking an endless swamp where reeds rustled in the wind and waterways shimmered like white ribbons. Ling Fei hesitated for a moment, then swept the man's body away with a splash, destroying all traces of the crime.

At this moment, Ling Fei's mood gradually calmed. He pondered who had helped kill the man, and why none of the Red Flag Gang's secret agents had discovered him on his way here. This highly unusual situation left him puzzled. He stood with his hands behind his back

, gazing at the sky, a look of bewilderment and melancholy flashing in his eyes. Ling Fei then realized he couldn't undo the "Three Yin Meridians," and his melancholy deepened. He sighed deeply. Suddenly, a cold laugh came from behind him on the wind. Ling Fei was startled and dodged seven feet to the side, unleashing a powerful palm strike with ninety percent of his true strength. Ling Fei immediately felt the fierce palm strike neutralized, realizing the newcomer's martial arts were exceptional. Turning around, he saw a cold-faced young man in a long black robe standing before him, towering against the wind like a ghost, causing Ling Fei to feel a chill. The strange young man remained silent, his eyes gleaming with a chilling light as he stared intently at the Mourning Swordsman.

Ling Fei composed himself and said in a deep voice, "Who are you, sir? I, Ling Fei, have never

met you before. I am hiding behind you, and my presence is clearly intended to cause trouble. Please retreat immediately, or don't blame me for being ruthless." The strange young man smiled coldly and said, "I didn't expect that the 'Death Swordsman' Ling Fei is such an ungrateful person. If I hadn't killed that person you were just teasing in the swamp, you would probably be dead under Yuwen Lei's palm now. Why would you be here boasting?"

Ling Fei was so shocked that he took a step back and said, "Did you kill Wang Tianhe?" His words seemed to carry a hint of disbelief.

The strange youth said, "How would I know he's Wang Tianhe? Killing a bandit doesn't seem to require so much trouble. Questioning him first, then killing him."

Ling Fei felt an indescribable sense of dread about this person's words. The strange youth paused, then said, "Weren't you looking for me? I am the strange youth of legend in the martial world." Upon

hearing this, the Mourning Swordsman Ling Fei almost cried out in surprise. He stared intently at the strange youth for a few moments, never expecting that the extraordinary young man with such outstanding skills in the martial world was the person in front of him. A night breeze brushed against Ling Fei, sending a chill down his spine. After a moment's hesitation, he smiled and said, "In my life, I have always been one to repay kindness and forgiveness. My previous words were merely out of curiosity, not a genuine desire to test my strength against you. Now that you have saved me from danger, I swear to serve you for ten years as a token of my gratitude."

The strange young man seemed taken aback and said, "I am but a nobody in the martial world, while Master Ling is a renowned figure. How could I possibly accept such a position? Please, Master Ling, refrain from such words."

Before he could finish speaking, the Deathly Swordsman Ling Fei declared resolutely, "I, Ling Fei, have secretly sworn an oath, and there is no reason for me to go back on my word. If I, Ling Fei, do not keep my promise, may I be pierced by a thousand arrows."

The strange young man was stunned for a long time, speechless, and extremely troubled. Suddenly, a thought arose from the depths of his mind, and he thought to himself, "..." After a year of wandering the martial world, he had accomplished nothing, burdened by a mountain of unresolved emotions, struggling to move forward and unable to control his own destiny. His father's death remained unavenged; how could he be considered a human being? He had heard Lei Xiaotian say that the attack on his father was likely orchestrated by the Qionglai gang, and Ling Fei, being a master from Qionglai, might know the details. He smiled slightly and said, "In that case, I cannot force you, Master Ling's wishes. However, it would be best if we remained friends." Suddenly, he snorted coldly and said, "The Red Flag Gang is here."

Hearing this, Ling Fei looked around and indeed saw several dark figures emerging from the forest, rushing towards them. He quickly said, "Please, sir, hide in the shadows while I deal with them."

The strange young man shook his head and said, "No need. Master Ling, may I borrow your longsword?" Ling Fei immediately unsheathed his sword, which the strange young man took, and he shot out like lightning to meet the approaching figures.

Several people rushing towards him saw a dark figure flying towards them. Before they could even question him, a flash of lightning struck, and a chill ran down their necks. Before they could utter a sound, their heads were severed in two, blood gushing out like a fountain, scattering like countless red petals. The Death Gate Swordsman, Ling Fei, had arrived nearby and was horrified by the sight. He felt that although the strange youth had only used one move, it was unparalleled in its strangeness and unmatched in history, far beyond his own reach. Especially remarkable was the lightning speed of his attack, the timing and positioning—something he had never witnessed before. He secretly rejoiced.

At this moment, the strange youth handed the sword back to Ling Fei, saying, "Master Ling, after we clean the corpses, we'll quickly go to the place of the Two Poisons of Minshan." In no time, the corpses were abandoned in the mountain stream, and the two fled like the wind. As the

fourth watch was drawing to a close, the western moon hung obliquely on the willow branches. A cool breeze blew, and the moon was still as water. Suddenly, four dark figures darted out of the stone house, their movements swift, rushing south. It turned out that Xie Yunyue, the eccentric scholar, used his miraculous healing technique to unblock the acupoints that had been blocked by the two poisons of Minshan and the swordsman Lingfei of the Mourning Gate, restoring his power to normal. Four dark figures gathered together. Xie Yunyue whispered, "Did the two Teng teachers succeed?"

Teng Qing replied, "We've retrieved almost all the poisons we were carrying. They don't know how to use the rest, and any attempt to use them will only lead to their own demise." He paused, a look of confusion in his eyes, and continued, "At this hour, a group of demonic bandits are still gathered in the council hall, brightly lit. I glimpsed Tang Tai of the Xichuan Tang Clan's Hundred-Step Soul-Capturing Sect among them, his expression extremely submissive..."

Xie Yunyue whispered, "I will see corpses lying everywhere in the Yunmeng Swamp." The Minshan Two Poisons and the Mourning Swordsman were greatly surprised and suspicious. Xie Yunyue didn't explain further, only saying, "Please follow me to the council hall." With that, he vanished like a gust of wind. The three were startled, exchanged glances, and followed him.

Outside the council hall, the bandits who had been patrolling were all subdued by the Minshan Two Poisons' bewitching drugs. Four men, hidden in the shadows outside the windows, could clearly see everything inside the hall and the bandits' actions. Inside, three tables were set up for a lavish feast, where a group of demons and monsters sat, listening attentively to the Red Flag Gang leader, Yuwen Lei, speak. Seated at the head of the table was a stout old monk in a bright red robe, his eyes occasionally flashing with a chilling light; he was clearly the Western Region demon monk, Sado and Tuo. Xie Yunyue, however, was only focused on the expressions and actions of Tang Tai, the Hundred-Step Soul-Capturing Master. As soon as Yuwen Lei finished speaking, several others spoke in succession, discussing strategies for dealing with the various renowned righteous sects and experts of the future.

After three rounds of drinks, amidst laughter and merriment, Tang Tai, the Hundred-Step Soul-Capturing Master, suddenly raised his cup and stood up, saying with a smile, "It is my great honor to be able to witness your esteemed presence tonight. To show my respect to all the senior teachers, I offer you each a cup of wine as a token of my humble gratitude."

Xie Yunyue whispered, "Let's see how this old poisoner, Tang Tai, will employ his cunning schemes." The two poisoners of Minshan couldn't help but glance at Xie Yunyue, wondering what he meant.

Tang Tai poured himself a full cup of wine, walked to Sado and Tuo, and said with utmost sincerity, "Senior Sado and Tuo, this cup of wine from me is but a token of my respect, merely a small expression of my sincerity." He then poured the wine into his mouth, turned the cup upside down to show that there was no wine left, and placed the cup on the table.

Sado and Tuo smiled and slowly raised their cups to drink. Tang Tai thanked Xie Yunyue, picked up the wine pot, filled his cup, and then toasted the person seated second in the table, before drinking deeply. He continued this toasting process for seven or eight people. Xie Yunyue secretly noticed that Tang Tai slightly extended his finger each time he poured wine, causing a hint of paleness to appear on his ruddy complexion. He couldn't help but be suspicious, unable to figure out why.

Suddenly, someone at a neighboring table called out, "Teacher Tang, isn't this too much trouble? Why not just offer a toast to everyone at each table?"

Tang Tai shook his head vigorously, saying, "That wouldn't be good; it would only make me seem disrespectful and lacking in manners." By the time he had finished toasting the three tables in succession, Tang Tai was already quite drunk, his eyes bloodshot, and he staggered back to his seat.

A man burst into laughter, saying, "Teacher Tang is so useless, getting drunk after only forty cups of wine!"

Tang Tai, the Hundred-Step Soul-Capturing Master, squinted his small eyes and smiled drunkenly, "Tang Tai is inherently weak when it comes to drinking, this is called risking my life to keep you company." Before he finished speaking, five people swept

into the hall like a whirlwind, startling the demons. Their figures materialized as the five figures—the two elders of Kongtong, Fei Xiazi and Fei Leizi, the Dragon-Slaying Hermit, a burly man with a bushy beard, and a handsome young man—gazed at the three groups of demons with eyes as sharp as lightning. Sado and the Demon Monk showed expressions of horror, then suddenly let out a strange laugh. Without changing their posture, they leaped into the air, hovering above the demons' heads with lightning speed. A flash of red, and they landed in front of the two elders of Kongtong.

Feixiazi coldly said, "Master thought we two were already stiff as death, and that we would be lured to the Kongtong Sect to kill each other. But man proposes, God disposes. Master's plan has failed. We two have no interest in martial arts feuds, and now we have no choice but to break our vows once more."

Sado and Tuo chuckled proudly, "Since you two Daoists know it was me who did it, I will not deny it. However, my technique of striking acupoints in mid-air is extremely rare, and even if someone can solve it, it cannot be solved by Central Plains martial arts. To say that you two Daoists used your own internal energy to undo the acupoint strikes is simply inconceivable." "Could you tell me who rescued me? This old monk..."

Jiang Taixu, the Dragon-Slaying Hermit, suddenly sneered and interrupted, "How dare you, you old bald thief, look down on the martial arts of the Central Plains? How can your miscellaneous Western Regions learning compare to our Central Plains martial arts? Hmph!

You're like a frog in a well, arrogant and ignorant, truly shameless." Sado and Tuo remained calm and composed, showing no anger or fierceness. They glanced at the Dragon-Slaying Hermit and said, "Who are you? You must have some real skills to dare to be so arrogant. In a moment, this old monk will use the 'Aerial Acupoint Strike' technique on you and see what tricks you have to resist." The Dragon-Slaying Hermit, Jiang Taixu, chuckled coldly without answering, looking up arrogantly with a disdainful expression.

At this moment, the demons in the hall surrounded the five people who had come. Yuwen Lei, the leader of the Red Flag Gang, suddenly stepped out from behind Sado and Tuo and said in a deep voice, "Anyone who trespasses on the Red Flag headquarters is an unparalleled enemy. If you want to escape the Yunmeng Swamp, you'd better cut off your own arms." "

The Dragon-Slaying Hermit sneered, 'Arrogance is useless. You must be Yuwen Lei.' He pointed at the handsome, sword-wielding youth, 'Do you know who he is?'

Yuwen Lei was startled, scrutinizing the youth for a moment. The youth seemed vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite place him, filled with doubt. Jiang Taixu sneered, 'He is Gan Xiaoqiu, the son of the Golden Ring Hand Gan Zhong, whom you heartlessly murdered! You never expected this, did you?'"

Gan Xiaoqiu's eyes widened in fury, his starry gaze blazing with murderous intent as he roared, "You traitor Yuwen, return my father's life!" He thrust both palms forward, forcing out an invisible surge of energy that pressed down on Yuwen Lei's chest like a steel wall.

Yuwen Lei, the Eight-Armed Steel Warrior, was as surprised as the Dragon-Slaying Hermit Jiang Taixu had heard, never expecting the Gan family to have a descendant. He was momentarily stunned. Seeing Gan Xiaoqiu's sudden attack, he raised an eyebrow and coldly laughed, "This leader will grant your wish!" He struck out with a single palm, the force of which howled like a mountain.

Gan Xiaoqiu's palms, halfway through their thrust, suddenly changed their stance, leaping into the air, his arms flashing upwards and downwards, attacking two points simultaneously. His power remained undiminished, his palm shadows flickering, incredibly unpredictable. Upon seeing his move, Yuwen Lei abruptly withdrew, dodging five feet to the side, and shouted, "Who are you to the Dragon-Slaying Hermit?" He recognized the move as the unparalleled Fifty-Eight Moves of the Dragon-Slaying Technique, feared by all.

Gan Xiaoqiu spun in mid-air, landing gracefully, and sneered, "You scoundrel, you actually have sharp eyes! You recognized that Young Master is using the Dragon-Slaying Technique. Young Master's master, the Dragon-Slaying Hermit, is right here. Are you blind?"

Yuwen Lei couldn't help but look at the Dragon-Slaying Hermit and said in a deep voice, "No wonder you dare to speak so arrogantly. So you are Jiang Taixu."

The Dragon-Slaying Hermit proudly replied, "That's right, it is I." The demons' gazes all fell on the Dragon-Slaying Hermit's face, their expressions changing slightly in shock.

In the past, the Dragon-Slaying Hermit Jiang Taixu had used fifty-eight moves of the Dragon-Slaying Technique to defeat all opponents in the Eight Desolations, causing a sensation throughout the martial arts world. Therefore, the demons' chests trembled slightly. Suddenly, one of the demons let out a shrill scream, and everyone was shocked, all staring at that person's face. The man clutched his chest, his face contorted with grotesque muscles, his skin a bluish-purple, his eyes wide and menacing. He slumped to the ground like a limp snake, his hands clawing wildly at the earth as if consumed by the poison. A moment later, he coughed up blood, let out a single howl, and died.

Yuwen Lei's expression changed drastically; he was bewildered by the man's death. In that instant, four or five more demons screamed in agony, their cries mirroring the earlier deaths. Not only were the Dragon-Slaying Hermit and the two elders of Kongtong pale with shock, but the demons were also terrified. Yuwen Lei knew he had been ambushed by his enemies, undoubtedly the Minshan Two Poisons. But the Minshan Two Poisons were paralyzed, unable to unleash their poisonous skills; who else could it be?

Sado and Tuo, though outwardly calm, were also slightly alarmed. The demons, suddenly overcome with a sense of shared fate, feared their own turn might come soon, and their forms slowly dispersed, their bodies trembling violently. Only Tang Tai, the Hundred-Step Soul-Capturing Master, remained calm, standing in the corner of the wall. Yuwen Lei, his twin suns flashing across the surroundings, noticed Tang Tai's expression and knew something was amiss. His anger flared, and with a roar, he pounced.
The Dragon-Slaying Hermit and the two elders of Kongtong struck with their palms. Yuwen Lei was only a foot away from Tang Tai when he suddenly felt a mountain-like weight pressing down on him from behind. Forgetting about injuring others, self-preservation was paramount. He pressed his palms down, his body suddenly rising seven feet, and with a swift movement, he brushed past Cheng Chen and landed beside Sado and Tuo. Sado and Tuo, seeing the two elders of Kongtong attacking their beloved disciple with a combined palm strike, were enraged. They swept their sleeves, and in a flash of red light, the two elders of Kongtong countered with their own palm strikes.

A loud tremor shook the building, forcing the two elders of Kongtong, Jiang Taixu, to retreat half a step. Sado and Tuo swayed only slightly, clearly indicating their martial arts were slightly superior to the three of them. At that moment, the demons let out a series of agonizing howls, blood gushing forth as they collapsed dead. In less than a moment, over twenty demons had perished, instantly filling the council hall with an atmosphere of death that sent chills down everyone's spine.

Yuwen Lei suddenly fixed his gaze on Tang Tai's face. "Teacher Tang, is this your doing?"

Tang Tai sneered. "That's right, it was me. Who told you to underestimate me? You should know that the bee stinger is poisonous and will kill you. You and Sado and Tuo were also poisoned, but you relied on your profound skills to remain dormant. It's just a matter of time before it manifests. Anyway, you won't live past dawn." Sado and Tuo

suddenly snorted and pointed two fingers at Tang Tai in the air. A wisp of white mist, too faint to be seen, shot towards Tang Tai's "Xinyu" acupoint like lightning. This was Sado and Tuo's unique Western Region technique of striking acupoints in the air. Once it struck, Tang Tai would surely die. But Sado and Tuo's two fingers suddenly seemed to be struck by a heavy blow, flying back and hanging down. Amidst several loud laughs, Xie Yunyue, the two poisoners of Minshan, and the four swordsmen of the Mourning Gate, Ling Fei, swiftly entered through the window like eagles.

Upon seeing the four, Yuwen Lei's face turned deathly pale. He forced a smile and looked at Xie Yunyue, saying, "Today, it's either you or me."

Tang Tai sneered, "Yuwen Lei, don't dream. In a moment, you too will be spitting blood and dying. What's the point of your bravery here and now?"

Yuwen Lei had already disregarded life and death, his ears ringing. He turned to Sado and Tuo, saying, "This is the person my disciple is talking about."

Sado and Tuo said in a deep voice, "I know." Their eyes flashed with a piercing light as they glanced at Xie Yunyue and slowly said, "Was it you who neutralized my aerial acupoint striking technique just now?" As soon as he finished speaking, half of the demons in the hall let out heart-wrenching howls, rolled and crawled on the ground, and died one after another, spitting blood.

Seeing this, Xie Yunyue frowned slightly and coldly replied, "Sado and Tuo, the situation is hopeless now, why don't you surrender and be captured?"

Suddenly, Yuwen Xiao's expression also changed drastically. He staggered a few steps, feeling excruciating pain in his abdomen and numbness in his limbs. Knowing that the poison was taking effect and death was imminent, he gave a bitter laugh and said, "Master, this grudge between us can only be settled in the next life. Before I die, I want to find out when and where Tang Tai carried out his poisonous scheme, so that I won't die a confused ghost in the afterlife."

Sado and Tuo hurriedly took out a small red gourd from his bosom, poured out a dozen or so fragrant pills, divided them in half, and threw one half into Yuwen Lei's mouth with a flying palm. He swallowed the other half himself and said, "Disciple, you will not die. Quickly circulate your internal energy to force the poison to the acupoints, and then seal several nearby acupoints..." Before he could finish speaking, his lower abdomen also felt a burning sensation, and he quickly stopped talking.

Tang Tai sneered, "Yuwen Lei, I, Tang Tai, will make sure you die knowing why. Yesterday at noon, I volunteered, claiming that the Sichuan Tang Clan's poisons and hidden weapons were unparalleled in the world, and that they would be used to deal with the people from various sects who were about to arrive, guaranteeing victory. You didn't accept my offer, fine, but you also claimed to have a poison left behind by the Minshan Two Poisons, invisible, colorless, and odorless, which could wipe out our enemies in one fell swoop. Although the Tang Clan's poisons are extraordinary, they cannot compare to the Minshan Two Poisons. You clearly looked down on my Tang Clan. Little did you know that I, Tang Tai, am wise in my foolishness and cunning in my sincerity. I lied and said that I needed to see this colorless and odorless poison. You were caught off guard and took out the powder. It's also because your heart is too vicious. You know that this powder is extremely poisonous. Once it touches a person's body, it will penetrate into the skin, causing them to turn blue and purple and die. Yet you ask me if I dare to touch it with my bare hands?"

"I, Tang, feigned ignorance and dipped my right hand into the bottle. Perhaps out of pity, you took out an antidote and gave it to me. But little did you know that I, Tang, had been surrounded by poison since childhood. The skin beneath my arms was as hard as steel, impervious to poison. I had already stored a large amount of this invisible, deadly poison powder in my fingernails. I hadn't intended to kill you before, but you forced me to join the Red Flag Gang, to be their loyal subject, thus leading to my demise. I also hid a deadly poison in my fingernails. The two poisons were mixed together, and while toasting you, I used my pure yang energy to channel the powder into my fingernails, turning it into gas and injecting it into your cups, so you unknowingly ingested the deadly poison. Now you realize you've been poisoned, so even if you had the antidote, it would be ineffective." He laughed wildly as he spoke.

As Tang Tai spoke, Yuwen Lei's face turned purplish-blue, his eyes glazed over, yet he stubbornly held on, refusing to fall. The moment Tang Tai finished speaking, blood gushed from Yuwen Lei's seven orifices, he howled wildly, and collapsed. Sado and Tuoda flicked their sleeves, their figures like arrows released from a bow, flying out the window and disappearing into the distance. Gan Xiaoqiu, filled with regret for not being able to personally kill her mortal enemy, watched helplessly as the Eight-Armed Vajra lay on the ground, writhing and struggling for its life. Overwhelmed with rage, she unleashed a dragon's roar, and a cold light shot out, piercing Yuwen Lei's chest. Yuwen Lei's arm convulsed, his head lolled to the side, and he died.

The Dragon-Slaying Hermit Jiang Taixu sighed, saying, "Qiu'er, congratulations on avenging your great enemy. From now on, I can finally rest easy."

The council hall remained brightly lit, but the floor was littered with corpses, blood flowed freely, and a foul stench filled the hall, assaulting the nostrils and making everyone want to vomit. Xie Yunyue was deeply moved. Just moments before, these corpses had been powerful and arrogant figures of their time, now reduced to withered bones in tombs, their lives fleeting and ephemeral. Life is like a mayfly, a dream; what is the point of striving for fame or engaging in power struggles? Reflecting on this, he felt a profound sense of emptiness.

Seeing the Red Flag Gang's demons dead, Tang Tai, the master of the Hundred-Step Soul-Capturing technique, couldn't help but reveal a smug look. He laughed wildly, then shot up through the window, leaping onto the roof and disappearing from sight. As Tang Tai shot off, Fei Xiazi immediately unleashed a burst of Taiqing Qi to pursue him. Xie Yunyue flipped his right palm, sending a burst of Taiqing Qi towards Fei Xiazi.

Fei Xiazi was startled to find his Taiqing Qi being redirected outwards. He exclaimed, "Why did Shi Tu stop us? This man's heart is extremely poisonous; keeping him alive will only become a great threat to the martial world. It's better to eliminate him."

Xie Yunyue smiled slightly and said, "The Daoist's words are quite true. But tonight, regardless of Tang Tai's original intentions, he has averted a bloody catastrophe for the martial world. He may be spared death. If Tang Tai commits evil deeds in the future, it won't be too late to eliminate him then."

Fei Xiazi recognized Xie Yunyue's voice and looked at Fei Leizi in astonishment, saying: "Benefactor, is it the one who saved us two..."

Xie Yunyue smiled and continued, "That's right, it is I. It was just a small matter, please don't mention it to the two Daoists." As he spoke, his gaze shifted to the face of the Dragon-Slaying Hermit, and he said, "I am very close to Hermit Yiyuan. I have heard of Hermit Jiang's chivalrous and benevolent deeds and admire him greatly. I should be close to him and learn from him day and night, but I have important matters to attend to and cannot stay here while traveling west to Shu. I hope to visit him again another day if the opportunity arises." As he spoke, he made a slight gesture to the Two Poisons of Minshan and the Mourning Swordsman, and with a swift movement, he leaped out of the window.

The two poisoners of Minshan and Ling Fei, the swordsman of the Mourning Gate, emerged from the window one after the other. Jiang Taixu
, the Dragon-Slaying Hermit, remained stunned for a long time before turning to Fei Xiazi and asking, "Who is this? His movements are incredibly strange and unpredictable. At such a young age, he possesses such extraordinary martial arts, no less than us old fogies. Could you tell me?" Before Fei Xiazi could answer, Gan Xiaoqiu interjected, "This is the same sickly-looking, rough-looking man I encountered on the road. If it weren't for his agitation of Tang Tai, the Hundred-Step Soul-Capturing, the Red Flag Gang wouldn't have suffered such a calamity."

The Dragon-Slaying Hermit was even more astonished, asking, "Is it him?"

Fei Xiazi nodded, replying, "Indeed, it is him."

The Dragon-Slaying Hermit asked, "What is his background and name, Daoist Master?"

Fei Xiazi shook his head, saying, "This humble Daoist doesn't know either, but the sickly-looking man's hands mentioned by your esteemed disciple are the same person who saved both of us." Jiang Taixu, the Dragon-Slaying Hermit, was filled with astonishment.

Suddenly, a loud, mocking laugh rang out from outside the hall: "Old friend, Dragon Slayer, it's been many years! I was surprised to find your heroic spirit unchanged, which fills me with admiration."

Jiang Taixu was startled, his gaze turning to the outside of the hall. There stood Hu Gang, the Hermit of One Yuan, stroking his beard and smiling, with his beautiful daughter, Hu Ruolan, gracefully attending him. Hu Ruolan, dressed in emerald sleeves and flowing robes, was as elegant as a fairy, possessing unparalleled beauty and ethereal grace, like Chang'e descended to earth. The joy of meeting old friends was evident in the expressions of the two recluses of Luofu, their hands clasped in greeting.

After Yiyuan Jushi and Hu Ruolan finished exchanging greetings with everyone, Hu Gang glanced at the horrific scene in the hall and frowned slightly, saying, "Brother Jiang, have you gone on another killing spree? The Red Flag Gang bandits of Yunmeng Swamp have all been subdued, and all the demons in the hall have met their untimely deaths. If it weren't for the extraordinary skills of the two Daoist masters and Brother Jiang, how could this have happened?"

Jiang Taixu shook his head and smiled, "This was not my doing..." He then recounted the whole story.

When Yiyuan Jushi Hu Gang heard Tulong Jushi Jiang Taixu mention a cold-faced, black-clad youth, he couldn't help but pause and say, "He's already here? Alas..."

Hu Ruolan's starry eyes showed anxiety, and she asked in a sweet voice, "Uncle Jiang, where has he gone now?"

Tulong Jushi replied, "He has already traveled west to Shu."

Hu Ruolan said urgently, "Father, let's go after him." With a swift movement, she jumped out of the hall.

Seeing his beloved daughter rush out, Hu Gang, the Hermit of One Yuan, said, "Brother Jiang, let's meet again sometime." With a flick of his sleeve, he swiftly disappeared from the hall like a gust of wind.

The moon had already set in the west, a few stars were scattered, and the first rays of dawn were just beginning to appear. The morning breeze whispered, and the frogs of the Yunmeng Swamp croaked like a tide, creating a bustling scene. Several figures rose and fell, rushing away, growing ever more distant and obscure.

"Brother Yun, wait for me..." Xie Yunyue was just about to rush to meet up with the Two Poisons of Minshan and the Mourning Swordsman when he suddenly heard a sweet voice calling from behind.

Xie Yunyue turned around and saw that it was Hu Gang, the Hermit of One Yuan, and his beloved daughter, Hu Ruolan. He was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Why are you here?"

Hu Gang and Hu Ruolan rushed over in the blink of an eye. Hu Ruolan said coquettishly, "You still have the nerve to say that? You knew we were coming, so why didn't you wait for us?"

Xie Yunyue was about to reply when Hu Gang laughed and said, "Don't rush to say anything. Let's find a place to stay in town and talk slowly."

So the three of them hurried towards town and found an inn to stay in. Only then did Xie Yunyue tell them everything that had happened. Hu Gang and Hu Ruolan finally understood. Hu Ruolan said, "Oh, I see. I thought you didn't want to see us."

Xie Yunyue cried out that he was wronged. "How could that be? Senior, you be the judge," Xie Yunyue said.

Hu Gang, the Hermit of One Yuan, smiled and said, "Shouldn't you change your form of address?"

Xie Yunyue blushed and said, "Father-in-law, please forgive me, Yunyue..."

Hu Gang, the Hermit of One Yuan, laughed and said, "Don't explain. I'm overjoyed, how could I blame you? Ruolan is my only worry, and now I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. I'm entrusting Ruolan to you."

Xie Yunyue blushed and said, "Father-in-law, rest assured, I will treat Ruolan well and not let her suffer any injustice."

Hu Gang, the Hermit of One Yuan, smiled with satisfaction, "Then I'm relieved."

The topic shifted to a lighter tone, and the three chatted for a while. It was past midnight when they returned to their rooms to rest. Hu Ruolan, however, followed Xie Yunyue into his room without any attempt to conceal their relationship. Xie Yunyue was startled and said, "Ruolan, Father-in-law is right next door, you..."

Hu Ruolan blushed and said, "Father doesn't care."

Having said that, what else was there to say? Besides, for Xie Yunyue, this was exactly the kind of good thing he wanted. This wasn't their first time together, so Xie Yunyue didn't hesitate any longer. He embraced Hu Ruolan's voluptuous body, passionately kissing her red lips. The sweet, fleshy scent emanating from Hu Ruolan was intoxicating, making Xie Yunyue feel as if he were floating on air. Hu Ruolan slipped her delicate tongue into Xie Yunyue's mouth, and the two of them sucked and sang, their four hands caressing each other's bodies.

Xie Yunyue kissed Hu Ruolan's pink cheeks, neck, breasts, cleavage, and nipples, then sucked on her two bright red nipples. Hu Ruolan's breasts were full and firm. Hu Ruolan was aroused by Xie Yunyue, her eyes were languid, her lips were panting, and her whole body was hot and itchy. She said, "Brother Yun... don't tease me anymore... I feel so uncomfortable all over... I want... I want Brother Yun's... big... big..."

Xie Yunyue ignored her moans and continued to do as he pleased. He lowered his head and kissed the triangle between her two pink thighs, and stuck out his tongue to lick her clitoris, labia and vagina. Hu Ruolan was licked until she was dripping with lustful fluids: "Brother Yun...you've made my whole body go limp...it's even more painful down there...I want Brother Yun...to fuck me first...stop teasing me...hurry up..."

Seeing Hu Ruolan's wanton appearance, Xie Yunyue could no longer resist his lustful excitement. He quickly pressed down on Hu Ruolan's delicate body, spread her two pink legs, and grasped his thick penis. He first used the head of his penis to rub her clitoris and vaginal opening on her hairy, wet vulva and pink, smooth labia. Hu Ruolan felt numb and itchy all over from his rubbing, unable to tell whether it was uncomfortable or pleasurable.

"Brother Yun... good brother... stop teasing me... my pussy is so itchy... please... do me a good deed... hurry up and insert it... insert it... hurry..."

Seeing her wanton and lewd expression, Xie Yunyue couldn't bear to tease her anymore, so he thrust his hips forward forcefully. With a "sizzle" sound, Hu Ruolan cried out seductively, "Ouch... Brother Yun... it hurts so much..." Xie Yunyue's seven-inch-long penis was fully inserted, the head of his penis reaching Hu Ruolan's cervix. He rubbed the head of his penis against Hu Ruolan's cervix for a while, then suddenly pulled it out, rubbing it against her vulva and clitoris a few times, before thrusting it in hard again, hitting her core. Hu Ruolan's vulva made a "sizzle" sound.

Hu Ruolan, after being relentlessly thrust into by Xie Yunyue, had somewhat relieved her hunger, but was still far from full. Seeing Hu Ruolan's smiling face and half-closed, seductive eyes, Xie Yunyue knew he could now thrust harder, so he began with a fierce pounding to relieve her itch. Her juices flowed continuously, and Hu Ruolan trembled all over from Xie Yunyue's relentless thrusting, enduring the swelling pain, her plump buttocks arching upwards to meet her lover's thrusts.
"Ah...so good...Brother Yun...it doesn't hurt anymore...you...fuck me as hard as you can...fuck me harder so I feel good..."

The muscles inside Hu Ruolan's vagina began to throb with pleasure from his large glans. Xie Yunyue knew she was about to succumb, but there was still time, so he carefully switched to a nine-shallow-one-deep technique, gently thrusting seven or eight times before plunging in deeply, grinding against her clitoris, then returning to gentle thrusting, repeating this tactic until Hu Ruolan felt like she wasn't being tanned enough, desperately... She thrust her hips higher and higher, moaning lasciviously, "Brother Yun...don't do this to me...it's so itchy inside...move faster...good brother...please..."

Xie Yunyue's lust was aroused by her sweet voice, and he switched to a rapid, forceful thrusting technique, more than twenty times in a row. Under this onslaught, Hu Ruolan could no longer bear it, and a gush of fluid shot out: "Ah...I came...oh...so good...Brother Yun..."

After Hu Ruolan ejaculated, she lay weakly on the bed, panting heavily. Seeing this, Xie Yunyue also temporarily stopped thrusting, pressing down on Hu Ruolan and gently stroking her body: "Good sister...what's wrong...did you enjoy it..."

"Mmm."

"Don't 'mmm,' good sister, you've enjoyed it, but I'm still angry."

"Brother Yun...let me rest for a while...can I play with you again..."

"Mmm, okay," after resting for a while, the two kissed passionately again, their lust rising once more.

“Good sister, come on top and play. I want to suckle your breasts; it’ll be easier.”

Hu Ruolan quickly rolled over, straddling her lover, her jade-like hands holding his large member, and began to slide it into her vagina. She slid it in three or four times until it was fully inside, filling her vagina completely. She moaned, “Oh…it’s so full…” Her pink buttocks moved up and down, her whole body twisting wildly.

“My Yun-gege…ah…your…big member…it’s really killing me…”

Xie Yunyue saw Hu Ruolan’s wanton appearance, especially her large breasts, which swayed left and right and up and down with her body’s movements. They were incredibly sexy. So he grabbed her breasts and kneaded and squeezed them. Milk flowed from them. He immediately sat up on the bed, changing to a sitting position, holding Hu Ruolan’s slender waist tightly, so that she sat on his member as before. He lowered his head and sucked on her large nipples.

"Brother Yun...suck gently...it hurts my nipples so much...it hurts...it itches...I'm...going to come again...oh..." Hu Ruolan shuddered during a frenzied thrusting, and her juices gushed out again.

Xie Yunyue saw that Hu Ruolan had come again; the hot, sticky fluid made his glans tingle with pleasure. Seeing her suddenly stop moving in his arms, and knowing he was also close to orgasm, he couldn't resist any longer. He quickly picked Hu Ruolan up and rolled her over. Hu Ruolan's beautiful body was pressed firmly against Xie Yunyue's. He lifted her legs and began to thrust his large member into her with all his might.

Hu Ruolan had climaxed several times in succession, and was drowsy when her lover's fierce thrusting woke her up. She gasped, "Brother Yun...you're fucking me to death...I'm going to die...I can't take it anymore...I really...can't take it anymore..."

Xie Yunyue was almost at his climax, concentrating all his strength on his penis, thrusting desperately, shouting, "Good sister...harder...thrust your hips...Brother Yun...I'm going to...I'm going to ejaculate..." Hu Ruolan then mustered her remaining strength, desperately twisting and thrusting her plump buttocks, and forcefully clenching the walls of her vagina and her clitoris, tightly squeezing and sucking his penis and glans.

"Ah...good sister...it feels so good...wow...I...I'm ejaculating..." Both of them had reached the highest level of passion, tightly embracing each other, their bodies still trembling, panting heavily, their souls drifting away.

After a while, the two slowly woke up. Xie Yunyue stroked Hu Ruolan's rosy cheeks and kissed her red lips repeatedly: "Good sister, are you uncomfortable? Are you in pain?"

"Brother Yun, I feel so good, so good! You're so amazing, so incredible!"

"Good sister, you're great too! Your vaginal suction is so mesmerizing! I love you so much!"

"Brother Yun, I love you so much too!" Hu Ruolan hugged Xie Yunyue tightly and said in a sweet, coquettish voice.

After a period of tender intimacy, the two embraced and drifted off to sleep…

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