Ten Years of Lone Sword and Vast Sea Alliance [Complete] - 13

Chapter Thirteen: The Deceitful Advisor is Fooled, Released from the Underground Chamber, Feigning Composure; The Ugly Youth is Unwittingly Amazed from the Tower.

Meanwhile, Xie Yunyue used the "Maitreya Divine Skill" technique to deflect five-tenths of the incredibly powerful palm strike from the man flying out the window. Even so, the residual force of the strike still sent Fu Qing flying. Fu Qing cried out in alarm as he plummeted straight down the terrace, which was over ten zhang high. Xie Yunyue was shocked, realizing the man's palm strike was exceptionally fierce. Even with his full "Maitreya Divine Skill," he hadn't managed to deflect all the force. Seeing Fu Qing sent flying, he was about to rush to his aid when suddenly a dark figure emerged from below the terrace, moving with lightning speed.

As soon as the man flew up, he hissed, "Brother Kuai, please stop! I have urgent business to discuss with you privately. Let's leave immediately." Xie Yunyue had seen very clearly that the person who had just leaped onto the terrace was none other than Meng Zhongke, the eccentric beggar whom he had previously ordered to escort the two young men of the Fu family to the capital. He was quite astonished.

The man who struck Fu Qing was an old man with a strange appearance, disheveled hair and a hunched face. Although Xie Yunyue was anxious to check on Fu Qing's condition, he felt that the sudden appearance of Meng Zhongke, the eccentric beggar, in the Third Prince's residence must be part of a major conspiracy by the beggars. Therefore, he stopped to listen to what they were saying. The disheveled beggar was none other than Kuai Jun, the leader of the Southwest Beggars Alliance, known as Hunyuanzhi.

As Kuai Jun unleashed his Hunyuan Finger technique, sending Fu Qing flying with a powerful palm strike, he suddenly felt an incredibly powerful, soft force dissipate his forceful palm strike. A wave of shock washed over him, and he looked around intently, trying to pinpoint the location of the person hiding there. Just then, the eccentric beggar Meng Zhongke suddenly appeared. Kuai Jun thought to himself, "This is strange. Meng Zhongke's skill is far inferior to mine, so how can he unleash such a high level of soft force? Could it be that Meng Zhongke received some kind of instruction?" He had completely misjudged the situation; otherwise, with Kuai Jun's Hunyuan Finger technique, it wouldn't have been difficult to pinpoint Xie Yunyue's hiding place.

Upon hearing Meng Zhongke's words, the eccentric beggar, Kuai Jun, was taken aback, then laughed loudly, "Brother Meng, if you have something to say, just say it inside Changguan Tower. Why leave? Is there some unexpected event here?"

Meng Zhongke shook his head and said, "With Brother Kuai's current skill, few in this world can rival you. However, it's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against a hidden arrow."

Kuai Jun chuckled coldly, "This old man doesn't believe anyone would dare to provoke a tiger."

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhongke's eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light. Like two stars shining brightly in the snowy night, he snorted coldly and said, "Brother Kuai, you are incredibly arrogant. Meng Zhongke has learned that your adversary is now following Prince Jia's route. Tomorrow morning, Prince Jia will secretly report to the Emperor, recommending the two outstanding men of the palace and ordering them to arrest you. At that time, even the Third Prince will not be able to protect you. In my opinion, you should lead your men away from the capital and then resolve our sect's affairs. I have said all I need to say. It is up to you whether you listen or not." After saying this, he turned to leave.

Kuai Jun, trembling with fear, cried out, "Brother Meng, is this really true? I, Kuai Jun, have committed no crime. Why would Cang Laozi come up with such a vicious idea?"

Meng Zhongke, the Strange Beggar of the Three Absolutes, who was about to step forward, turned back and sneered, "As the saying goes, 'No poison, no hero.' Cang Xi, as an elder of our sect, how could he tolerate your cruelty towards his subordinates? He was forced to resort to this tactic. Night Hawk Li Zhendong is dead, so he's pinning this on you. Think about it, is it worth staying here?" Before his words were finished, he vanished into the vast snowy night like a black wisp of smoke.

Kuai Jun stood there stunned for a long time before stamping his foot and gritting his teeth, "I swear I will never let you get away with this! I, Kuai Jun, will not stop until the Beggar Clan is stained with blood!" He then clapped his hands together three times.

In an instant, the doors of Changguan Tower creaked open, and seven or eight figures shot out like arrows, standing respectfully with their hands at their sides, awaiting Kuai Jun's orders. Kuai Jun glanced at his subordinates with a cold, lightning-like gaze and said in a deep voice, "We have suffered setbacks in the first two rounds. You will leave the capital immediately and wait for me at Zhangren Peak in Mount Tai. Release the two you captured after sealing their vital points." The seven or eight men departed without a word, scattering in all directions.

At this moment, the barking of Tibetan mastiffs carried on the wind, indicating that the wicked advisor Shen Shangjiu and his group were heading towards Changguan Tower. Kuai Jun, the Hunyuan Finger, did not enter Changguan Tower, but instead lowered his head and silently pondered, ignoring the snowflakes surging towards him. Xie Yunyue, hiding in the tower, was impatient but dared not move even slightly, fearing an attack from Hunyuan Zhu Kuai Zhu. Although he himself was not afraid, he worried that Fu Wan would suffer another day because of his momentary negligence. He was anxiously wondering why Kuai Jun had not entered Changguan Tower. He guessed that Fu Qing must have escaped, or was hiding in the garden.

Suddenly, Hunyuan Zhu Kuai Jun shouted, "Brother Shen, this way!" Before the voice faded, Shen Shangjiu had already floated up like a giant eagle, his movements strange and unpredictable. Xie Yunyue recognized it as the Heavenly Mountain Eagle's movement technique.

Hunyuan Zhi Kuai Jun approached the wicked advisor Shen Shangjiu and whispered something in his ear. Then he said loudly, "It's best for Old Master to relocate for now. It's best to let Fu Liuguan and the other two go, lest they bring endless trouble to Third Prince." The

wicked advisor Shen Shangjiu pondered for a moment and said, "Brother Kuai is right. Unfortunately, our Third Prince has taken a fancy to this girl. Leave this matter to me, Shen." Kuai Jun slightly cupped his hands, raised his arms, and his figure shot out like an arrow, landing more than ten feet away. The sky was pitch black, and in the blink of an eye, his figure had disappeared.

The wicked advisor Shen Shangjiu coughed and moved slightly, rushing towards the Wanzi Tower. Xie Yunyue secretly followed behind him. Shen Shangjiu's speed was so fast that only Xie Yunyue could keep up. After walking more than ten feet, the wicked advisor Shen Shangjiu suddenly sensed something, spun around, and struck out with a palm. The fierce wind caused branches and leaves to fly and snow to scatter in all directions, the power of which was quite frightening.

After Shen Shangjiu unleashed his palm strike, he stared intently, but saw no one. He thought to himself, "Strange, I heard someone following me, but I can't see a single person. Could it be that my ears are playing tricks on me..."

"No way, I can usually hear the sound of falling flowers and leaves within three zhang (approximately 10 meters) of my ear. How come I'm so deaf tonight?" The usually arrogant advisor was incredibly conceited, but tonight, he couldn't be sure if it was just his ears playing tricks on him or if someone was actually following him. Because of his arrogance, he even thought it was a delusion and concluded that no one would dare to touch him. Although the two heroes of the Gongmen were renowned in the capital, those who knew the inside story were even more astounding than the two heroes. This was why Xie Yunyue was able to seize the opportunity to enter. In fact, Shen Shangjiu had his own plans.

When Shen Shangjiu's right shoulder twitched, Xie Yunyue knew that he must have sensed something, so he quickly used the "Mysterious Seven Star Steps" technique to pass in front of him and hide behind a tree trunk. The wicked advisor, Shen Shangjiu, turned and fled in a whirlwind. Xie Yunyue dared not be careless and displayed his unparalleled lightness skill to follow. This "Ten Thousand Character Tower" was constructed in a very ingenious way. However, due to the darkness of the night, Xie Yunyue, despite his exceptional eyesight, could not see clearly. He could only vaguely discern that it was a building of great craftsmanship.
Shen Shangjiu walked to the center of the east side of the tower, and his figure suddenly lowered. Only then did Xie Yunyue realize that there was another level below. He tightened his heels and rushed forward, almost touching Shen Shangjiu's back. At this moment, the wicked advisor, Shen Shangjiu, seemed to be pondering some question, completely unaware of Xie Yunyue following behind him. The wicked advisor, Shen Shangjiu, stood in front of a dark iron gate and tapped it three times long and three times short with his fingers, then seven times long and six times short.

The iron gate suddenly rumbled open, and Shen Shangjiu strode in without looking back. Xie Yunyue followed closely behind. Inside was only a dark, narrow alley, and the iron gate was unguarded. He had only taken one step when the gate slammed shut again. Xie Yunyue's heart skipped a beat. This was clearly a den of wolves, but since he was already here, he had to be bold. Seeing that Shen Shangjiu had already walked about seven or eight feet away, he hurried forward.

He had only taken four or five steps when the walls suddenly cracked. Xie Yunyue sensed something was wrong. His protective "Maitreya Divine Skill" energy filled his entire body, and he felt countless sharp blades surging towards him like a curtain, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound. Xie Yunyue covered his head and face with his sleeves, swinging left and right, instantly deflecting all the incoming projectiles. Because of the divine skill protecting him, he was unharmed.

Shen Shangjiu stopped in his tracks, bursting into wild laughter. With that laughter, he unleashed two palm strikes, the sharp force forcing Xie Yunyue back a step. How could a notorious figure like the wicked advisor Shen Shangjiu be oblivious to Xie Yunyue's pursuit? All martial arts masters, regardless of the circumstances, must remain highly vigilant, constantly on guard against ambushes and surprise attacks. Otherwise, Xie Yunyue could have easily killed Shen Shangjiu. While Xie Yunyue intended to use Shen Shangjiu to find Fu Liuguan and Bo Wan, thus avoiding a surprise attack, Shen Shangjiu had the same idea. Therefore, knowing oneself and one's enemy is the key to victory. In this respect, Xie Yunyue seemed inferior to Shen Shangjiu's cunning and ruthlessness; in short, his experience in the martial world seemed insufficient.

At this moment, the wicked advisor Shen Shangjiu's laughter, so full of sarcasm and malice, was extremely unpleasant to Xie Yunyue's ears. Caught off guard and forced back a step by Shen Shangjiu's palm strikes, Xie Yunyue's anger flared even more. Xie Yunyue's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he shouted, about to rush forward. Suddenly, his legs gave way, and his whole body sank. Before he realized what was happening, he was already plummeting straight down like a kite with a broken string.

Shen Shangjiu lived up to his reputation as a wicked advisor. He had manipulated Xie Yunyue's emotions, pressing the trigger at the opportune moment. In terms of such cunning, no one else could possibly match him. After landing, Xie Yunyue realized that he was in an iron room, with all four walls made of cast iron, except for two small round holes for passing food and talking. A small candle burned inside, casting a dim yellow light. When Xie Yunyue turned around and saw clearly, he was suddenly overjoyed.

Fu Liuguan and Fu Wan were sleeping soundly on a mat in the corner of the room, their breathing gentle and peaceful. Xie Yunyue noticed that Miss Wan's hair was disheveled, her face pale and haggard, and her lips were pouting as she slept, as if she had suffered endless grievances. He couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat, and almost burst into tears. Fu Liuguan was sleeping facing the wall, so his appearance was unclear. Both of them were covered with thin blankets, because the iron room was airtight and warm, so there was no need for thick fur coats.

At this moment, Xie Yunyue gently shook Fu Liuguan's shoulder and whispered, "Great Hero Fu, wake up... wake up..." Fu Liuguan suddenly woke up, jumped up, and stared wide-eyed at Xie Yunyue, his expression one of astonishment.

Miss Wan also woke up, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and sat up to examine her body. She immediately saw the long sword on Xie Yunyue's back and exclaimed, "Isn't that the Tai'a Sword?" Her hand darted out like lightning, grabbing at Xie Yunyue's back. She was fast, but Xie Yunyue was faster. With a flick of his wrist, he grabbed Miss Wan's right wrist. Miss Wan blushed deeply when she saw her right wrist held by a hideously ugly middle-aged man, and despite her best efforts, she couldn't break free.

Fu Liuguan, enraged to see his granddaughter restrained, suddenly heard the ugly man shush and whisper, "Miss, be quiet... someone's coming." He abruptly released his grip on her right hand.

Sure enough, clear footsteps echoed from outside the round cave, "clunk, clunk, clunk," each sound resonating deeply, heavy and rhythmic. A face appeared inside the cave, thin with a mustache, its eyes gleaming with an unapproachable light—it was the wicked advisor, Shen Shangjiu. Suddenly, the wicked advisor Shen Shangjiu burst into wild laughter. After a long while, his laughter subsided, and he said, "Friend, what do you take me for? No matter how cunning you are, you still can't escape my grasp. Friend, how does it feel now?"

Xie Yunyue had already devised a plan when he entered the iron chamber. Now that he was confident, he let Shen Shangjiu ridicule him as he pleased, even smiling faintly. But as soon as Shen Shangjiu finished speaking, his face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Shen Shangjiu, we know what kind of person you are. You think you've succeeded? But..." "On the contrary, Prince Jia already knew about the Third Prince's abduction of a woman without cause. The Prince initially kept quiet because we are both members of the Manchu imperial family, and thus ordered us to rescue Fu Liuguan and his companion. When we arrived, we were afraid you would deny it, but we didn't expect the witnesses to be there. Shen Shangjiu, what do you have to say now?" Upon hearing this, the wicked advisor's face immediately changed color. He couldn't help but believe it. He had just heard Hunyuan Zhi Kuai Jun say that Prince Jia would report to the Emperor tomorrow morning. He remained silent, his eyes darting around.

Xie Yunyue seemed to see through Shen Shangjiu's thoughts and laughed loudly, "Shen Shangjiu, you'd better not try to kill us to silence us. To be honest, there are already many spies around this mansion. If we haven't seen them by dawn, Shen Shangjiu, think about the consequences. Can you take this responsibility for the Third Prince?" His words were authoritative and unapproachable.

Shen Shangjiu's heart was pounding in his chest, his expression turning pale. He stammered, "Friend, how do I know your words are true? Even if I dared to release Fu Liuguan and the other man, I can't guarantee that Prince Jia won't report this to the Emperor." Fu Liuguan and Miss Wan understood Shen Shangjiu's words—that he intended to keep them imprisoned—and their expressions changed slightly.

Xie Yunyue, of course, understood Shen Shangjiu's meaning. At this moment, he couldn't afford to show weakness; he was already in a predicament. His expression remained calm as he smiled and said, "Shen Shangjiu, if you don't believe me, then don't release them. Once the imperial decree is issued, ordering the two heroes of the palace to come here and demand their release, then even though they are all in cahoots with you, they won't be able to protect you." His tone was light, but the weight of his words was immense.

Despite his cunning and treacherous nature, the wicked general Shen Shangjiu hadn't fallen into Xie Yunyue's trap. Cold sweat poured down his body, and he forced a fawning smile, saying, "Friend, it's not that I won't release them, but rather that I will release the two men surnamed Fu. What if Prince Jia believes the witnesses are conclusive and insists on reporting to the Emperor? I, having received a salary, must do my part for the Third Prince. Otherwise, if I were to disappear without a trace, leaving behind a reputation for disloyalty and injustice in the martial arts world, wouldn't my lifelong reputation be ruined? Friend, don't you agree?"

Xie Yunyue inwardly cursed Shen Shangjiu's cunning, but on the surface, he had to feign a smile, laughing heartily as he said: "In the martial arts world, keeping one's word is paramount. I promise you, releasing it now will not harm the Third Prince in the slightest. But if we wait until after the morning court session, it's hard to say." He paused slightly, then laughed, "This iron chamber can't withstand me." With a swift flick of his wrist, the Tai'a sword was drawn, its cold light like a rainbow. With a clang, the sword pierced half an inch into the iron wall. With a twist of his wrist, he carved a round piece of iron from the thick wall. Then, Xie Yunyue turned to Shen Shangjiu and smiled, "Master Shen, what good is this iron chamber?"

Shen Shangjiu vanished instantly, and a rumbling sound echoed from the wall as it slowly rose. The wicked master Shen Shangjiu wore a fawning smile, utterly repulsive. Fu Wan noticed that the ugly middle-aged man spoke with a clear Beijing accent, but neither she nor Fu Liuguan could tell that he was Xie Yunyue in disguise. However, Fu Wan couldn't figure out how the Tai'a sword had ended up in his hands. This question dampened her joy at being released from her constraints.

But then she heard the wicked advisor, Shen Shangjiu, laughing loudly. He changed his address, no longer calling Xie Yunyue "friend," but instead using the respectful title "Your Excellency," his tone extremely deferential. Shen Shangjiu said, "In my twelve years, I, Shen Shangjiu, have never submitted to anyone. Today, I can say that I submit to you, Your Excellency. Regardless of whether what you said just now was true or false, there is no doubt that you forced me, Shen, to bow down. On this point alone, your wisdom and cunning are indeed a cut above my wicked advisor. I, the number one schemer in the capital, haha, I have voluntarily ceded my title to you."

Xie Yunyue smiled slightly, but he was puzzled that in the vast Wanzi Tower, only Shen Shangjiu was there. Although he thought this, he was bold and daring, and did not care, and walked out first. Shen Shangjiu smiled and said, "Your Excellency's esteemed name is esteemed. If Your Excellency does not mind, I would like to ask for your

esteemed name." Xie Yunyue laughed and said, "I dare not. I am just a student of the martial arts world, not worth mentioning. How could I dare to compare myself with the great hero Shen? Since you have asked, how could I not tell you? My surname is Wu, and my given name is Ming." In fact, Wu Ming is a homophone for "nameless." Shen Shangjiu was an extremely intelligent person, but at this moment, he actually believed it to be true.

"Ah, Master Wu, it's a pleasure to meet you." Miss Wan had taken it seriously and couldn't help but chuckle to herself.
Outside the Wanzi Tower, the chill was biting, and the snow continued to fall, swirling like flying blossoms. It was nearly dawn, but the sky remained dark, and there was still some time before sunrise. Xie Yunyue turned and bowed to Shen Shangjiu, saying, "I still need to lead these two to report back, so there's no need for Master Shen to see me off." Shen Shangjiu repeatedly said it was unreasonable and insisted on seeing him off outside the mansion.

However, they did not encounter anyone on the way from Wanzilou to the gate of the mansion, which was quite strange. This was because Shen Shangjiu firmly believed that Wu Ming was sent by Prince Jia. Before opening the iron room door, he secretly instructed the martial arts figures and all the servants to avoid him, for fear of arousing the psychology of Fu Liuguan and others. As soon as Xie Yunyue stepped outside the Third Prince's residence, he couldn't help but remember that Jin Zhonghan hadn't been rescued yet. He had been so focused on Miss Fu Liuguan that he had completely forgotten about the matter. What to do? In a moment of anxiety, he devised a plan. Turning to Shen Shangjiu, he smiled and said, "Hero Shen, I have another favor to ask of you. Would you be so kind as to grant it?"

Shen Shangjiu was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Hero Wu, please speak freely. I will do my utmost to help."

Xie Yunyue nodded solemnly and said, "Very well. I encountered Jin Zhonghan on my way here. He was captured by the Eight Eagles of the Imperial Guard and is being held in the Third Prince's residence. Please, for my sake, release him leniently." Without waiting for Shen Shangjiu's reply, he turned and strode away.

The wicked advisor, Shen Shangjiu, watched Xie Yunyue and the others disappear, sighing softly, secretly praising the ugly middle-aged man's remarkable cunning. Sun Tzu's Art of War states, "To subdue the enemy without fighting is the best policy." Xie Yunyue's application of this tactic tonight was truly masterful. Xie Yunyue was certain that Shen Shangjiu wouldn't dare send anyone to follow them, but he still dared not be careless. The three of them moved with lightning speed, rushing towards Xizhimen, remaining silent throughout the journey. Several times, Fu Liuguan tried to express his gratitude, but Xie Yunyue stopped him each time. Seeing this, Wan, though she had questions, dared not utter a sound.

Once outside the West Gate, they hurried towards Xiangshan Road. Dawn was breaking, the snow was still heavy, and the earth remained a gray expanse. Beijing certainly has its beautiful side, with its ever-changing scenery and magnificent landscapes. Now, draped in white, it appeared even more refined and elegant, with a completely new look. Fu Liuguan and Fu Wan were astonished to find that this ugly middle-aged man's lightness skill was extraordinary. Even using all their strength, they were still seven or eight zhang behind, leaving them both terrified.

Suddenly, the man turned around and smiled, "Master Fu, Miss Wan, were you startled?"

Both were taken aback. Miss Wan recognized his accent and was overjoyed. She leaped forward, grabbed Xie Yunyue's shoulders, and shook him, giggling, "Brother Yun...it's you..." She couldn't finish her sentence, tears streaming down her large, round eyes. It was such a sincere expression of emotion; Miss Wan was so excited and joyful that she couldn't help but cry. Since their separation in Taiyuan, she had constantly missed her Brother Yun, and this expression of deep affection was more profound than any words could have been spoken then. Xie Yunyue was also moved; his nose tingled, and tears fell almost simultaneously.

Upon seeing Miss Wan's state, Fu Liuguan suddenly remembered who she was and stroked his beard, laughing heartily, "Master Xie, it's you! It's not Wan'er! I've guessed it my whole life and never knew it was you!"

Xie Yunyue couldn't contain his excitement and smiled, "Master Fu, Beijing is currently a turbulent time for martial arts figures. It's really not advisable for you and Miss Wan to linger in the capital any longer. In my opinion, you two should leave the capital immediately and stay temporarily at Huanbi Manor in Changbai Mountain. I need to go there in three months. What do you think, Master Fu?"

Fu Liuguan pondered for a moment and said with a sigh, "I have met Gong Tiandan

once before. It's been many years since I've been to the border region. It would be good to take this opportunity to travel around the Changbai Mountains and broaden my horizons. But Qing'er..." Xie Yunyue said, "Qing'er is in my care. As soon as I find her, I will order her to go to Huanbi Manor." "After saying this, he took the Tai'a sword from his shoulder and smiled, "Miss Wan, return it as is. Don't let it be stolen again this time."

Fu Wan's cheeks flushed, and she slightly raised her head, her watery eyes revealing a reluctant expression. How could she bear to see him again so soon? She suddenly giggled and said, "Sister Zhao and Sister Zhou are riding their horses at the Chaxi Ranch right now. Should I tell them you're here?"

Xie Yunyue shook his head and smiled, "I hope you invite them to Huanbi Manor. You must not tell them I'm in the capital."

Miss Wan nodded as if she understood. She couldn't figure out why she shouldn't let her two sisters, Zhao and Zhou, know that he was in the capital. At this moment, she desperately wanted to see Xie Yunyue's handsome and extraordinary face, but with her grandfather beside her, she was too shy to speak up. She stared at Xie Yunyue's face in a daze. Xie Yunyue smiled slightly and said, "Hero Fu, fortunately, our meeting is not far off. Please set off now."

Fu Liuguan knew that Xie Yunyue would surely cause a great stir in the capital, and that his presence with Wan'er would make him more cautious. So he cupped his hands in farewell and led Fu Wan away. Wan'er felt a lump in her throat, glancing back every now and then, even just one more look was worthwhile. The two figures quickly disappeared into the icy snow. Xie Yunyue's feelings at this moment were exactly like the poem: "The mountain road was covered in snow when we left, and the path twisted and turned, and I could no longer see you." It was the same endless reluctance to part.

Not far from the mountain path, there was a dilapidated mountain god temple. He slowly walked in, and a moment later, he came out again, this time as a strangely ugly young man. It was still before dawn, and although the area around Damochang was in the midst of a fierce wind and snow, it was extremely lively because other escort agencies, inns, teahouses, and restaurants lined the streets, attracting many martial arts practitioners to gather.

It was a time of peace and prosperity. In teahouses and taverns, one could often see people carrying birdcages, playing with iron balls, and humming opera tunes, seemingly detached from worldly affairs, like people living in a paradise. Now, at the south end of Damochang Street, there was a restaurant called Qingfenglou . By the window, a young man sat in a seat. He was extremely ugly, with small eyes, upturned lips, and a pale,

lifeless face. He was picking up his cup and chopsticks, eating, but he seemed lost in thought. The atmosphere in this restaurant was quite peculiar. Downstairs, boisterous laughter filled the air, while upstairs, it was deathly silent. This wasn't because the upstairs guests were all refined scholars, hence the unusual quiet. On the contrary, all four large tables were filled with martial arts heroes. Even more strangely, one table was occupied by four monks and seven old Taoist priests, while the other two tables were empty, with cups and chopsticks still in place, indicating that a group of people had not yet arrived.

There was no absolute silence, just whispers and solemn expressions. Before they arrived, the shopkeeper came up to urge the existing customers to move downstairs, but this strangely ugly boy refused to leave, insisting that first come, first served and why should he be forced to give up his seat. The shopkeeper, unable to persuade him, could only apologize and leave. Many martial arts heroes frequently glanced at this oddly ugly boy, revealing their curiosity.

The solemn atmosphere didn't last long. Suddenly, there was a series of hurried footsteps on the stairs, and seven or eight people came up. The leader was an elderly man of about fifty, with a face as red as a jujube, ruddy like jade, and a short, pale beard. He was extremely tall and imposing, with a gleaming goose-feather spear tucked into his left shoulder and a pair of eight triangular forks, less than five inches long, slung diagonally across his right shoulder.

As he approached, looking at the table where the seven monks and Taoists sat, he burst into a loud, booming laugh, saying, "The Shaolin monk, Master Fa Yi, has also arrived! What an unexpected surprise! It shows that no matter who one is, there is absolutely no one who can truly transcend worldly emotions and empty the five aggregates." He then laughed heartily again. This was truly an extremely ironic remark. The first monk on the right of the four was a handsome, short, and thin monk. Upon hearing this, he merely stood up, clasped his hands together, lowered his eyes, and chanted a Buddhist prayer before returning to his seat.

The ugly youth, hearing that there were Shaolin monks among them, couldn't help but glance at them, and suddenly his eyes lit up. It turned out that among the people behind the old man who had come up later, there was a beautiful young woman with bright eyes and white teeth. The ugly youth only glanced at her before sitting up straight again, picking up his cup and drinking. After the old man arrived, the atmosphere became even more solemn; even a pin dropping would make a loud hum, and the boisterous laughter downstairs gradually faded away.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man walked towards the ugly youth's table without making a sound, undoubtedly a person with considerable skill in light-body techniques. He stood before the hideously ugly youth, a cold smile playing on his lips, and said, "If you've had your fill of food and drink, please leave for now. We have important matters to discuss and wish to keep quiet. Please forgive

us." These words, spoken with the air of a martial arts figure, were remarkably sincere and polite. The hideously ugly youth slowly raised his head, his eyes equally cold, his face expressionless. "Very well," he said, "I have a question, and I would appreciate your guidance. Is this indeed Qingfeng Restaurant?"

Seeing his curiosity, the middle-aged man felt a pang of unease and nodded, saying, "This is indeed Qingfeng Restaurant. What is the meaning of your reply?"

The hideously ugly youth laughed loudly, "If it's a restaurant, then things are easier. Those who have come should sit first. Why are you kicking me out? You could have a gathering anywhere, why choose Qingfeng Restaurant? Heh heh, this is truly outrageous!"

The middle-aged man's face turned a deep purplish-red from the sharp retort. How could he possibly save face in front of the assembled martial arts masters with such vehement words? Enraged, he roared, "You brat, you won't listen to reason, you'll have to drink the penalty cup!" He lashed out with a palm strike towards the ugly youth's shoulder, its momentum seemingly slow but incredibly swift, accompanied by a hissing sound.

The ugly youth smiled slightly, then suddenly extended his left palm, raising two fingers and swiftly slashing towards the middle-aged man's "abdominal knot" acupoint, completely ignoring the incoming strike. True to the principle of attacking where the opponent must defend, the middle-aged man was startled. His right palm, just two inches away from striking the ugly youth's shoulder, suddenly stopped, not wanting to injure both opponents.

Unexpectedly, the ugly youth laughed heartily, his right hand flying out and seizing the middle-aged man's right wrist. With a twist and a flick, the man was sent flying towards the seat of the elderly man behind him. The elderly man, reaching out, caught the middle-aged man, his expression slightly changing. The beautiful young woman spat out two cold arrows from her beautiful eyes, striking the ugly youth's face. Her willow brows furrowed quickly, and she said, "How can a young man with such exquisite martial arts skills be so ugly?" She secretly felt sorry for the youth, wondering why heaven had sculpted such an extremely disproportionate model.

The monks and Taoists sitting on that seat couldn't help but look at him with disdain. Suddenly, someone burst out, "Who would have thought that the 'Winged Leopard' Su Tong has truly grown wings today?" The crowd erupted in laughter.

The old man, after catching the burly man who had been thrown over by the ugly youth, briefly changed his expression but quickly regained its friendly demeanor, completely ignoring the ugly youth. He stood up and laughed loudly, "I am deeply grateful to all of you senior friends for inviting me to Qingfeng Tower today. Why didn't I hold this gathering at my own fortress? It's because my martial arts friends have misunderstood, saying that I, 'Yin Yang Chasing Wind' Mu Xingyi, have a conspiracy within Shahe Fortress. Therefore, I chose Qingfeng Tower to show my sincerity." He paused, then added, "I, Mu Xingyi, am late and have been impolite. I would like to offer you all a cup of wine to express my apologies." With that, he picked up his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Although the ugly youth was drinking silently, he had been listening carefully and realized that this gathering was anything but ordinary, and not as casual as "Yin Yang Chasing Wind" Mu Xingyi made it out to be. Sure enough, a short, stout, pale-faced old man stood up against the table, his fiery eyes gleaming. He slammed his palm on the table, sending cups and chopsticks flying. His face contorted with rage, he shouted, "Lord Mu, we are here to resolve this dispute, not to drink. At this grand gathering, I ask you all to judge this fairly. I, Lin Meng, the Fiery-Eyed Golden Pearl, fortuitously obtained a copy of the 'Formless Vajra Palm Sutra' on Mount Mangdang. While passing through Miyun County, I was unexpectedly robbed by the renowned 'Yin-Yang Wind Chaser' Mu Xingyi and his men. I discovered this quickly and tracked them down to the outskirts of the city, catching up with them. However, Lord Mu insists that he did not steal it from me, but rather found it, and thus the dispute arose."

He paused, his fiery eyes glaring angrily at the monks and Taoists at the table, and continued, "While the dispute was at an impasse, the Wudang Pine and Cypress Taoist suddenly appeared. Do you all know what he said?" He said, "This book was lost by him. I never imagined that the Seven Daoists of Wudang, renowned throughout the land, would utter such despicable words." As soon as he finished speaking, a thin, monkey-like Daoist at the other table let out two dry laughs. It was none other

than Daoist Songbai of Wudang. The martial arts heroes at several tables all cast disdainful glances at Daoist Songbai. Such acts of cunning and forceful seizure were commonplace in the martial arts world, and they considered it a matter of heroism. They found the actions of "Yin Yang Chasing Wind" Mu Xingyi perfectly acceptable, but Daoist Songbai's fabricated story violated a major taboo in the martial arts world. Therefore, they instinctively considered it vulgar and fraudulent, especially considering Daoist Songbai's reputation and status in the martial arts world; he shouldn't have done such a thing.

Seeing that Daoist Songbai didn't defend himself, only chuckled twice, the heroes were even more convinced that he was in the wrong. Seeing this, Lin Meng, the Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider, felt even more pleased, for more than half the people looked at him with boundless sympathy. He then declared confidently, "I asked the Pine-Cypress Daoist then, this 'Formless Vajra Palm Scripture' is clearly a relic of the Chan school, how did it end up in the home of the Taoist priest?" Upon hearing

this, the crowd burst into laughter, and the beautiful young woman sitting at the "Yin-Yang Chasing Wind" table laughed so hard she trembled. The love of beauty is human nature, and the ugly young man couldn't help but glance at her twice. The beautiful woman, noticing the ugly young man staring at her, quickly suppressed her laughter, a hint of reproach on her face.

Lin Meng, the Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider, felt his argument was becoming increasingly reasonable, and everyone laughed. He stroked his beard and laughed heartily, then said, "Master Songbai." He replied, "How could this humble Taoist not know it's an old artifact from the Chan school? This 'Formless Vajra Palm Scripture' is one of the seventy-two unique skills in the Shaolin Temple's scripture library on Mount Song. Eighteen months ago, it was stolen without explanation. Shaolin has sent many people to search the martial world for its whereabouts. Although Wudang is a Taoist sect, the three religions share the same origin; red flowers, green leaves, and white lotus roots are all one family. To maintain the martial..." "Lin Zhengqi, you should always do your best. This humble Taoist has been traveling the world and unexpectedly found this scripture inside the corpse of a thief in Hengshan. I took it out intending to return it to Shaolin, but it was lost outside Miyun County. I presume that you, Benefactor Lin, have found it. I humbly request its return, so that I may perform a great act of merit." On the surface, this sounds reasonable, but when Lin asked where and when he found the thief's corpse in Hengshan, and since he had found the scripture, wouldn't it have been much closer to travel from Hunan to Hubei and then to Henan to reach Songshan? Why did he come to Miyun County instead of going the long way? This behavior is bordering on the behavior of a petty person, and not only does Lin find it objectionable, but I'm afraid you all would also find it unacceptable. "As he spoke, his piercing eyes were fixed on the Pine and Cypress Taoist.

At this moment, the seven Taoists and four monks lowered their eyes and looked very much like they were meditating in Zen, remaining silent. Who could know what they were thinking? The ugly young man thought to himself, "What the Pine and Cypress Taoist said might be half true. Because a year ago, at the Three Heroes Escort Agency in Jinhua, I met Master Fahua of Shaolin Temple, who mentioned the 'Formless Vajra Palm' technique. Although he didn't say that the manual was lost, Master Fahua's descent from the mountain was probably due to this. But who exactly obtained this 'Formless Vajra Palm Manual' is unclear, as each of the three parties has their own version of events. According to my own speculation, all three parties have some untruths. Fortunately, I am an outsider and don't need to worry about this issue. Let's hear what they have to say." Thinking this
, he couldn't help but glance at the beautiful young woman's face again. This was unintentional, though people's gazes always tend to fall where they are drawn. But when the young woman noticed him looking at her, her fair face suddenly darkened, her expression turning as cold as water. Her clear, autumn-like eyes seemed to suddenly harbor boundless murderous intent, which the ugly young man secretly found amusing.

At this moment, a burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist said, "In my opinion, Master Songbai may not have completed his task, so he was passing through Miyun with the scripture. Once it is completed, it is not impossible for him to go to Mount Song. Old Hero Lin is being too harsh."

Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider Lin Meng rolled his eyes and sneered, "Teacher Xu makes it sound so easy. So, does that mean that I, Lin, unintentionally picked up the Palm Scripture in Mount Mangdang was just making things up?"

The burly man surnamed Xu realized his mistake, his face flushed, and he remained silent, embarrassed. However, what he had just said was indeed insightful: one's own affairs come first. To say that one should neglect one's own business and be enthusiastic about others' affairs was simply absurd. At

this moment, Mu Xingyi, the master of Shahe Fortress known as "Yin Yang Chasing Wind," burst into hearty laughter, saying, "Gentlemen, I'm sure you all felt bewildered by Brother Lin's indignant complaints. Logically, since I, Mu, possessed the 'Formless Vajra Palm Scripture,' these words should have been spoken by me to Daoist Songbai. It's all because of Brother Lin's presumptuous outburst..."

"This left me, Mu, standing here, not knowing whether to laugh or cry..." Before he could finish speaking, Lin Meng, the Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider, slammed his fist on the table in anger, shouting, "How could Teacher Mu utter such unreasonable words? The Manual of the Palm was originally mine, and you stole it from me. How can you say that I, Lin, have usurped the throne?"

Mu Xingyi smiled calmly, a sinister and eerie look in his eyes. He glanced at the assembled heroes and said, "All of your words are Teacher Lin's biased opinions. Although I am not a great man, I would not stoop to the level of a woman or child, spouting nonsense." These words were a sarcastic remark that left Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider Lin Meng utterly humiliated. Suddenly, a figure flew up from the Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider's seat and pounced on Mu Xingyi, the Lord of Shahe Fortress, with incredible speed.

"Go back!" With a loud shout, the attacker, halfway through his flight, paused for a moment before suddenly crashing to the ground. Lin Meng, the Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider, caught him with lightning speed, but the man's face was contorted in pain, indicating that he had been struck by an invisible, yin force.

The ugly youth recognized the man who had struck as a balding, imposing old man who remained seated calmly afterward. The Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider Lin Hao's face paled with rage. He recognized the man, but seemed intimidated, staring blankly, speechless. A deathly silence hung heavy, unbearable. The sky was as dark as dusk, with only dim light illuminating the still faces of the crowd, making the atmosphere particularly somber and chilling. The heavy

breathing filled the air, creating a suffocating atmosphere. The ugly youth noticed the burly man he had provoked earlier staring at him with venomous eyes. The Six Paths and Four Monks remained silent, their heads bowed. The ugly youth chuckled inwardly; since they had chosen to remain silent about what had just happened, why had they intervened in this chaotic scene?

This oppressive silence was broken momentarily by snickers. The beautiful young woman, seeing the assembled heroes, couldn't help but chuckle, her charm undeniable.

At this moment, Mu Xingyi, the lord of Shahe Fortress, stood up and slowly smiled, saying, "Just now, I was fortunate enough to be rescued from the attack by Elder Hu, the 'One Yuan Hermit,' with a mere gesture. I am deeply grateful."

Upon hearing this, the ugly youth's heart trembled slightly. He thought to himself, "So this is the 'One Yuan Hermit,' Hu Gang. Lei Xiaotian once said that this man possesses unparalleled skills, the 'One Yuan True Witch,' unmatched throughout the land. He once ascended Kunlun three times, single-handedly fighting the Four Wonders of Kunlun, almost turning Kunlun Mountain upside down. Thus, he became renowned throughout the world. Strangely, when his fame was at its peak, he suddenly vanished without a trace. It's been thirty years since he last appeared. His reappearance today at Qingfeng Tower makes things seem even more extraordinary." Not only was the ugly youth surprised, but even those seated with the "One Yuan Hermit" showed astonishment.

Suddenly, Lin Meng, the Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider, slammed his fist on the table again, roaring, "Mu Xingyi, you think you can intimidate me with the name of 'Master Hu, the One-Yuan Hermit'? That's wishful thinking!" His words clearly showed he didn't even take "Master Hu" seriously.

But before Lin Meng could finish speaking, a puff of smoke, like a ghostly gust of wind, descended behind him, followed by two streaks of azure light, swift as lightning, striking the vital acupoints "Fengfu" and "Tianzhu." Lin Meng, a master himself, was naturally alert to the ambush from behind. However, the table blocked his path, and retreating would be suicide. In a moment of panic, he forcefully turned his head to the right, slamming his body against the person sitting to his right, then pressed his left hand against the table, propelling himself about three feet diagonally to escape the perilous situation.

The ugly youth was horrified. It turned out that a beautiful young woman had ambushed Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider Lin Meng. The speed and agility she had displayed were simply dazzling. It was unbelievable to see such exquisite skills in a young girl. The two short swords she held could actually be called short spears. The blades were less than a foot and a half in length, yet they were curved. Such a strange weapon design was rare in the martial arts world. Moreover, the girl's unpredictable attacks astonished the assembled scholars.

Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider Lin Meng had just escaped danger when a blue light, like lightning, pierced through him, striking his vital "Sanyang" and "Yangguan" acupoints on his chest, one above and one below. Knowing that the Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider had been renowned in the martial arts world for decades for his "Strange-Shaped Palm Sword," ranking among the elders of Guanzhong, he was now repeatedly attacked, forced into a state of near-total straits. The speed of his opponent's sword strikes far exceeded his expectations, like a leech clinging to his bone. The sword light emitted two strangely cold

, sinister energies, making him feel extremely uneasy and almost causing him to lose his breath. He hadn't even seen his opponent's face clearly before being inexplicably forced into a state of panic, truly making him feel ashamed. Suddenly, he roared, his left palm slanting inward and swiftly arcing outward. This move was his renowned "Ghost King's Fan" from the Strange-Shaped Palm, striking the two sword hilts. This move was a way to win from defeat, and it was indeed executed extremely beautifully. Those present were all the most outstanding talents of the time, top-tier masters, and they couldn't help but secretly applaud.
Just then, the beautiful young woman suddenly cried out in surprise, her body instantly shifting back two feet. Her pink face turned as red as a cloth, her almond eyes wide open, and she cried out in a delicate voice, "You... what's going on?"

It turned out that the Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider had used the risky move "Ghost King's Fan" to slash at the hilt of the sword. The wind was sharp and fierce. The young woman knew that she could have seriously injured Lin Meng, but her own jade wrists would also have been severed by his palm. Therefore, she slowed down her sword strike and suddenly retreated. Only then did the Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider see clearly that the other party's face was actually a beautiful young girl. This made him extremely angry. As a famous figure, he had almost been defeated by her. A surge of anger suddenly erupted, and his right hand used the move "Beautiful Dragon Probing for Pearl" to quickly pinch the girl's left breast.

This move was a grave taboo in the martial arts world. Lin Hao, consumed by anger, didn't consider the consequences. After striking, he realized his attack was misplaced, but by the time he tried to withdraw, it was too late; his fingers had almost touched that alluring bud. The beautiful girl, as if struck by a venomous snake, paled and quickly retreated two feet. At this moment, with everyone watching, Lin Meng, the Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider, knew he had attacked in the wrong place. Though embarrassed, he still shouted, "Young lady, I have no grudge against you. Why did you suddenly attack me? I spare your life because of your youth and ignorance. Go back to your seat, and I won't make things difficult for you."

The beautiful girl, in front of everyone, had almost had her most private parts touched. How could she bear it? Tears streamed down her face. Hu Gang, the Hermit of One Yuan, suddenly said coldly, "My daughter is notoriously mischievous. I am very grateful to Teacher Lin for disciplining her. However, she has been humiliated too much. I'm afraid Teacher Lin will not escape death within three days. What a pity." He then smiled and said, "Lan'er, come back first. Let's put public matters aside for now. Let Teacher Lin explain the crux of the 'Formless Vajra Palm Sutra' before we make a decision."

Lin Meng, the Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider, had not expected that the beautiful girl was the beloved daughter of Hu Gang, the Hermit of One Yuan. Upon hearing this, his mind went blank for a moment, and he was at a loss for what to do. With a crisp "slap," the beautiful girl, upon hearing her father, Hu Gang, speak, stomped her foot angrily and swiftly slapped Lin Meng across the face. With a twist of her slender waist, she strode back to her seat, her little mouth pouting.

Lin Meng, the Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider, felt a burning pain in his right cheek. He rubbed his face, chuckling in a daze. After a long while, he gave a bitter laugh and said, "This misunderstanding is too great. If I had known that Miss Hu was the beloved daughter of Elder Hu, I wouldn't have dared to retaliate even with the greatest courage. I will personally apologize and plead guilty later." He paused here, this was a statement addressed to Hu Gang, the One-Yuan Hermit, and continued, "Now that this misunderstanding is over, I, Lin..."

The beautiful young woman interrupted, scolding, "Who said the misunderstanding is over? Now you're not even thinking about where you'll die, but are still eager for the 'Formless Vajra Palm Scripture'. You're truly blinded by greed, a fool who will never understand until death."

Lin Meng, the Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider, already knew that the enmity was already established. This statement was merely a way to save face. He was also eager to find a way to smooth things over, but at this moment, Miss Hu's eyes were aggressive, which aroused the stubbornness of a martial artist. His expression changed, and he laughed wildly, "What joy is there in life for a true man? What fear is there in death!" "As you say,

young lady, all of you here are discerning people. If it weren't for your repeated underhanded tactics, how could I, Lin, have acted rashly? Don't worry, young lady, I will certainly give you justice." The beautiful young woman sneered, "I'll be waiting for you."

At this moment, on Qingfeng Tower, the atmosphere was truly tense, like a storm brewing. Although the expressions of the assembled heroes varied, they were actually extremely nervous. On the surface, they had been invited to uphold justice, but in this situation, what justice was there to speak of? It was nothing but self-interest and the survival of the fittest. The details of the matter were still unclear, but the situation was on the verge of exploding.

The ugly young man, because it was none of his business, maintained an extremely calm attitude and carefully observed the people upstairs. The atmosphere was as still as water, unbearably silent, when suddenly a clear "Amitabha Buddha" broke through this extremely unnatural silence. The Pine and Cypress Daoist slowly stood up, his eyes wide open, and said solemnly, “I did not wish to waste my breath, but after careful consideration, I fear that you, my benefactors, may be unaware of the truth and have some misunderstandings about Wudang. I would be unable to atone for my words. At that time, Benefactor Lin claimed that I had obtained the ‘Formless Vajra Palm Scripture’ at Hengshan, which was a fabrication. He even arranged with Benefactor Mu to clarify the matter today. For this reason, Benefactor Lin specially invited Benefactor Yan Hui of the Hengshan Sect to be a witness. In fact, who obtained the scripture is not the key issue, but rather who the original owner of the scripture was. Therefore…”

He paused, glanced at the four people present, and smiled, saying, "This humble Taoist sent a letter inviting the four great Dharma protectors of Shaolin to come here. The Venerable Master Fa Yi does not wish to cause a great uproar in the martial arts world over the loss of Shaolin's ultimate technique. Because the 'Formless Vajra Palm Scripture' cannot be learned without twenty years of practice of Shaolin's original mental cultivation method and the ability to break through the barrier between life and death. Therefore, the two benefactors, Mu and Lin, would be like trash in their hands. It would be better to return it to Shaolin to quell the conflict and preserve the righteousness of the martial arts world. Wouldn't that be better?"

As he spoke, two cold glints shot into Lin Meng, the Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider, and his face was as cold as frost. He said, "I did not expect that benefactor Lin would try to escalate this matter, exaggerate the facts, and incite the four demons of Gaoligong Mountain, the two monsters of Qin, the two heroes of the Palace Gate, and others, saying that the four Shaolin masters and this humble Taoist came to the capital with other schemes, and that this humble Taoist and others would join forces with the major sects of the Central Plains to prevent these evil heretics from gaining a foothold in the Central Plains. Such intentions are truly shameful." The four demons of Gaoligong Mountain are truly ignorant of reason, actually believing that last night they attacked the four Shaolin masters and killed the next generation of Shaolin disciples, Songlin and Songxue, on the spot. Just then, a young boy surnamed Fu was being chased by Master Shen Shangjiu from the Third Prince's residence. Out of compassion for Buddha, the four masters rescued the boy surnamed Fu. Unexpectedly, Shen Shangjiu became convinced that the four Shaolin masters were deliberately obstructing them. Therefore, he wanted to use today's meeting as an excuse to arrange a meeting place, ostensibly under the guise of a martial arts gathering, but secretly to wipe us out. So, the Palm Scripture is not the main issue at the moment, but rather how to deal with the impending bloody catastrophe. That's all I have to say. I leave it to you all to consider. Having said that, he sat down and closed his eyes again. The assembled heroes gasped in surprise, and more than half of them glared angrily at Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider Lin Meng.

The ugly youth was relieved to hear that Fu Qing had been rescued by the Shaolin master, but upon hearing that the wicked advisor Shen Shangjiu had joined forces with the Four Demons of Gaoligong Mountain and others to make enemies of the major sects of the Central Plains, a sense of shared hatred arose within him. While the word "shared hatred" might be somewhat inappropriate, it was the proper way to put it in this context. Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider Lin Meng
, far from showing any fear, instead revealed a smug expression. At this moment, "One Yuan Hermit" Hu Gang laughed loudly and said, "Although I am not from a righteous sect, I also find the arrogance of the Four Demons of Gaoligong Mountain and the Two Monsters of Qin distasteful. When they arrive, I will see just how much skill they possess." As he himself said, One Yuan Hermit Hu Gang was indeed not from a righteous background, but he always acted with impartiality.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps echoed on the stairs, and several people surged up. The ugly youth was startled upon seeing them. Leading the group was the wicked advisor Shen Shangjiu, followed by the three celestial beings who had nearly perished at the foot of Jiu'ou Peak. Next came the four elders of Gaoligong Mountain, the two Qin Zhongshuang, and finally, Meng Zhongke and his companions, the Three Strange Beggars.

What surprised the ugly youth most were the three celestial beings, the three strange beggars, and Meng Zhongke. The most enigmatic was Meng Zhongke; what were his true intentions? Was he openly relying on Shen Shangjiu and the others while secretly working for the Beggars' Sect, or was he opportunistically profiting from the situation? Until the truth became clear, it remained unknown.

When the Four Elders of Gaoligong Mountain appeared, only Lin Meng, the Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider, and Mu Xingyi, the Yin-Yang Wind Chaser of Shahe Fortress, along with a limited number of others who had accompanied them, rose from their seats to greet them. The rest remained seated. The Four Elders of Gaoligong Mountain, however, were somewhat displeased. Their faces were warm, but their gazes swept over the monks and Taoists, their eyes revealing a menacing and murderous intent, their aura chilling. The Four Elders of Gaoligong Mountain were originally of Miao origin. Born of different mothers, they were later taken in by a strange man from Gaoligong Mountain. This strange man disliked their Miao surname, changing it to Hua, and naming them after the four characters of the universe's primordial chaos.

Hua Yu's gaze was fixed on Master Fa Yi, and he sneered, "So it's because Bald Fa Yi is backing us up here. No wonder the other juniors dare to be so disrespectful to us old folks." Most laughable was that the four monks and seven Taoists remained with their eyes closed, seemingly oblivious.

When Hua Yu's gaze fell upon Hu Gang, the "One Yuan Hermit," a slight look of surprise appeared on his face, but he quickly broke into a wide grin and laughed heartily, "I didn't expect Hermit Hu to have come out of the mountain gate again. No wonder, where is Hermit Hu's old partner, the Dragon-Slaying Hermit Jiang Taixu?"

Hu Gang, the "One Yuan Hermit," remained seated, smiling slightly as he said, "If Jiang Tulong had come, you would have dared to come to Qingfeng Tower and would have run away with your tails between your legs long ago."

Hua Yu sneered, "That's not necessarily true." The Sand River Fortress Master and the Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider offered them another seat.

At this moment, Venerable Jin Yue spoke in fluent Chinese: "I heard that Lord Mu and Master Lin are arguing over a book they disdain, the 'Formless Vajra Palm Manual.' It's really unnecessary. Shaolin martial arts are still in their infancy, how can they compare to the ultimate techniques of the Indian Chan school? The three pages of the 'Bodhi Palm Leaf True Scripture' that my late master obtained can truly be said to be a collection of the world's martial arts elites. Unfortunately, my late master, Venerable Bao Yun, suffered a qi deviation at Jiu Ou Peak and was stolen by Yu Yun, a strange scholar despised by the martial arts world of your country. He even secretly poisoned him, causing my late master's death. Is there any teacher who can tell us where Yu Yun is or is willing to join forces with us to capture him? I am willing to share the three pages of the true scripture. What do you say?" "The hideously ugly youth's eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent, sending chills down one's spine.

Of course, the hideously ugly youth was Xie Yunyue in disguise. Over the past year, he had traveled the martial world, gaining considerable experience and wisdom. Although he was extremely shrewd, he was still a young man, and occasionally he couldn't control his emotions. His gaze was a manifestation of his true feelings. Anyone who saw it would become suspicious. The wicked advisor, Shen Shangjiu, had been paying close attention to this strangely shaped youth ever since he sat down. Why was he sitting alone? He always felt that something was off about this youth. Now, seeing the youth's cold gaze, his suspicions deepened. He whispered to Mu Xingyi, the lord of Shahe Fortress, "Who is this youth?" Mu Xingyi shook his head, indicating he didn't know.

The wicked advisor, Shen Shangjiu, glanced at the ugly young man, pondering silently, wondering what kind of scheme he was plotting. At this moment, Hu Gang, the Hermit of One Yuan, suddenly laughed and said, "Lord Mu, since you are the host today, I must say that I am unfamiliar with these three masters and cannot recognize their origins. Why don't you introduce them to everyone?"

Lord Shahe said "Oh," and stood up, saying, "Damn it, damn it! I was in such a good mood that I forgot to introduce them to everyone." Then he laughed loudly, "These three are the three celestial masters, the Three Venerables of the Heavenly Realm, the Golden Moon, the Silver Moon, and the Bright Moon, who are famous throughout the Western Regions and the Golden Glazed Temple in Central India."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a fierce roar came from the Golden Moon Venerable's mouth. His voice was extremely shrill and startling. He leaped up, and when he was three feet off the ground, he suddenly fell flat on the floor like a broken string. The loud tremor shook the entire Qingfeng Tower, sending dust billowing into the air.
The two Venerables, Silver Moon and Bright Moon, deeply devoted to each other, feared something might have happened to Venerable Golden Moon, or perhaps he had been ambushed. They both rose to their feet and rushed forward to check on him. Venerable Golden Moon, however, leaped to his feet, a bitter smile on his face, and silently returned to his seat. Seeing his state, Silver Moon and Bright Moon knew there was much to be done, but they didn't dare ask. Their gazes were fixed intently on Venerable Golden Moon's face, seeking answers.

Suddenly, the beautiful young woman giggled and said, "Grandmasters of the Western Regions are revered by all in the Central Plains. However, judging from the situation just now, it is truly unwise for the three masters to compete with the various sects of the Central Plains. The climate and terrain are unsuitable for them, and they may have suffered an epileptic seizure while fighting, losing all their power and being injured. The Central Plains martial arts world cannot bear such responsibility."

This caused the assembled heroes to burst into laughter. The three celestial masters' faces flushed red and then turned pale. The four monks and seven Taoists beside them, who had opened their eyes simultaneously when Venerable Jin Yue fell, also smiled upon hearing this. Venerable Jin Yue, enraged and embarrassed, roared, stretched out his hands, and leaped from his seat, lunging at the beautiful young woman's shoulders with the force of a bowstring released and the speed of lightning.

Unexpectedly, the wicked advisor Shen Shangjiu was faster than Venerable Jin Yue. He darted forward, reaching the other side, and with a swift movement, it was as if Venerable Jin Yue and Shen Shangjiu were exchanging blows. Both men shuddered and staggered back two steps, their blood and qi surging. The beautiful young woman, having anticipated this, swayed and dodged behind Master Fa Yi when Venerable Jin Yue reached out.

Master Fa Yi smiled kindly, saying, "Little one, you're quite clever. Instead of hiding behind your father, you've come to this old monk. Perhaps you have ulterior motives?"

The beautiful young woman brushed a strand of hair aside, revealing a hint of her pearly white hair, and giggled, "This junior dares not conceal anything from the old master; I wish to witness some martial arts secrets." Master Fa Yi chuckled, slowly stood up, and walked steadily towards Shen Shangjiu and Venerable Jin Yue.

Both Shen Shangjiu and Venerable Jin Yue had overexerted themselves, causing their blood and qi to surge, and they were currently regulating their inner energy. Master Fa Yi, being a highly respected monk, did not wish to take advantage of their vulnerability, and stood three feet away, stroking his beard and smiling. The assembled martial arts masters, all renowned and highly respected figures of the time, knew that the appearance of the Shaolin monk Master Fa Yi at this moment was not ordinary, and they all held their breath in anticipation.

Shen Shangjiu, having now regulated his inner energy, stroked his two mustaches and said with a sly smile, "To have seen you twice today, Master, is truly a fortunate encounter. Perhaps you have some words of guidance for me?" Master Fa

Yi clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha. This old monk is a recluse, detached from worldly affairs. I am ashamed that my mind is not yet pure, and I have once again stepped into the turmoil of the mortal world. How could I possibly guide you, sir? However, this old monk has remembered something that I must tell you, Shen Tan Yue." He smiled slightly as he spoke. The wicked and handsome Shen Shangjiu looked puzzled.

Master Fayi smiled slightly and said, “Ten years ago, I happened to travel to Tianshan and met the renowned Master Wuliang. At that time, I was in my prime, and the Master guided me through the mysteries of Buddhism, helping me to see the way out of my confusion. I owe everything I have today to Master Wuliang. On that day, the Master passed away peacefully in meditation, and I was able to be by his side. Before his death, he told me that he had only one disciple, but because he saw through the nature of this man, he decided to leave the mountain. Later, I heard that this man was aiding and abetting evil, but because Master Wuliang had renounced worldly life, this man was able to live a life free from the law. He earnestly asked me to tell this man that justice is clear and retribution is inevitable. Someone will eliminate him in due time. I am compassionate and believe that there are no incorrigible evil people in the world, so I have kept this to myself. You, my patron, should know who this man is. I will not be so verbose. Please consider these words carefully.” After saying this, he smiled and remained silent.

The wicked advisor Shen Shangjiu's expression changed drastically. Upon hearing this, the assembled heroes knew without a doubt that this person was Shen Shangjiu. Master Fayi's words were sincere, but his intentions were clearly unusual. The ugly youth thought to himself, "If Master Wuliang is my grandmaster's brother, then Shen Shangjiu is also my elder. Strange, my master never mentions anything about our sect. Since our sect's martial arts are so profound, why is the name of the Tianshan Sect never mentioned in the martial arts world? Could it be that my grandmaster had no intention of establishing it, fearing to get involved in trouble, and preferred to live a carefree life, detached from worldly affairs, enjoying his own pleasure?"

At this moment, the evil advisor's expression gradually calmed down, and he smiled wickedly again, saying, "Although the master's words are earnest and thought-provoking, I am not the person the master is talking about, and I have failed

to live up to your expectations." General Fa Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, then quickly calmed down, turned to put his palms together and smiled at Mu Xingyi, saying, "Mu Tanyue, since that 'Formless Vajra Palm Scripture' is useless to us, we hope you will return it to us. We will return to the mountain immediately." "

The Great Demon of Gaoligong Mountain, Hua Yu, suddenly hissed and laughed strangely: 'Fa Yi, you speak so easily. You declared beforehand that you would expel us evil heretics and demons, so that we would never have a foothold in the martial arts world again. Now you're backing down because of difficulties. Things are not up to you, Baldy. Unless a path is drawn up and the strong survive while the weak perish, your nine major sects will never have a day of peace.'

Master Fa Yi laughed loudly, his eyes shining with divine light, his kindness tinged with a hidden majesty. He said: 'Since Hua Tan Yue says so, this old monk can no longer compromise. How to draw up a path is for Hua Tan Yue to explain. As the Buddha said, "If I don't go to hell, who will?" For the sake of all living beings, this old monk has no choice but to sacrifice himself and go to hell.'" "After saying this, he burst into loud laughter again, and the heroic spirit of yesteryear reappeared on his thin face.

The wicked advisor Shen Shangjiu chimed in with a loud laugh, "Why do you two talk about fighting to the death? What's wrong with exchanging martial arts skills? Since ancient times, it has been said that good and evil cannot coexist, and water and fire cannot coexist. If both sides endure today, the seeds of disaster will eventually erupt. Rather than leaving it for future conflict to be dealt with, it's better to resolve it sooner rather than later..."

The hermit Hu Gang chimed in with a laugh, "No matter how eloquently you speak, it's still the same thing. Do you, surnamed Shen, consider yourself an evil figure?" Shen Shangjiu's

face darkened, and he said, "There is no clear distinction between good and evil; it's just a matter of personal preference. There's no need to haggle over these things now. I, Shen, have a plan. Now that the Beggars' Sect is divided between the North and South, a martial arts competition has been set for the third day of the third month at Zhangren Peak on Mount Tai. The winner will take control of the Beggars' Sect. Why don't you all take this opportunity to participate in this grand event and determine the champion? I, Shen, can also admire the heroes of the world. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" "

Master Hu Gang laughed wildly, "You good-for-nothing brat, trying to wipe us all out in one fell swoop? Heaven will not grant our wishes. You are indulging in wishful thinking. However, I, this old man, will definitely attend the Mount Tai gathering. All you've said is that you harbor evil intentions. The current problem is how to resolve the 'Formless Vajra Palm Scripture'?"

The wicked advisor Shen Shangjiu remained expressionless, still smiling slyly, "The Mount Tai gathering is entirely at the behest of Master Hua. Whether you attend or not is up to you. Master Hua will temporarily keep the palm scripture. If Master Fayi is eager to obtain the scripture, Master Hua says he will await the Master's arrival at Yuquan Mountain tomorrow." Upon hearing this,
Master Fayi said again, "This old monk obeys." He turned and walked away, and saw four monks and seven Taoists gracefully descending the stairs.

At this moment, the strangely ugly youth raised his cup and recited: "Life is inherently long, but those who disturb it shorten it; heaven and earth are inherently vast, but those who are narrow-minded confine themselves." "The sound was long and melodious, and the heroes who heard it felt as if it were a morning bell or evening drum, and they were suddenly startled.

When Venerable Jin Yue was sitting there, he felt three giant blades sting his "Changqiang" acupoint on his back and "Yinmen" acupoint on his left and right. He couldn't help but tremble and involuntarily jumped up. An indescribable sour, numb and soft feeling was unbearable. After returning to his seat, he still felt uncomfortable all over his body. It took a long time for him to return to normal. He thought to himself, "I have never had this disease in my life. Why am I acting abnormally today? Could it be that the dead ghost Bao Tan struck our "Dafu" acupoints? Over time, the accumulation has forced the blood and qi to stagnate, which has caused this disease." "

Thinking this through, he suddenly thought, 'No, I temporarily closed the Tianmen acupoint. Apart from not being able to cultivate my skills to the twelfth level, I was not harmed in any other way. How could it have moved to the Changqiang and Yinmen acupoints on the left and right? Moreover, Yinyue and Mingyue did not have similar symptoms. Could it be that someone is playing tricks on me?'" "A question lingered in his mind, and he couldn't help but secretly observe. He saw the extremely ugly boy sitting at a small table behind him, smiling slightly, but he was still unsure if it was his doing. It was best not to mention his own embarrassing situation

. At this moment, the extremely ugly boy uttered two profound Zen koans. Although the volume was not loud, they pierced his eardrums and caused a dull pain. It was clear that this boy's internal strength had reached a superb level. He quickly pulled the evil advisor aside and whispered a few words. Shen Shangjiu listened while watching the extremely ugly boy with a sinister smile.

The beautiful girl saw Shen Shangjiu's expression and knew that he was about to do something unfavorable to the extremely ugly boy. Although she had no liking or dislike for this boy, it was less than her dislike for Shen Shangjiu." Noticing his beloved's expression, Hu Gang, the Hermit of One Yuan, knew she was about to be mischievous again, and couldn't help but stroke his beard and smile.

It should be known that Hu Gang, the Hermit of One Yuan, and Jiang Taixu, the Hermit of Dragon Slaying, had already become famous throughout the land forty years ago, yet their footsteps had never set foot in the Central Plains. Hu Gang, with his "One Yuan True Nothingness," and Jiang Taixu, with his "Fifty-Eight Hands of Dragon Slaying," were unparalleled overseas, known as the "Two Recluses of Luofu." A year later, for reasons unknown, Hu Gang, the Hermit of One Yuan, ventured alone to Kunlun three times, fighting the Four Wonders of Kunlun for three days and three nights. On the surface, it seemed a draw, but in reality, they practically turned Kunlun Mountain upside down. This battle shook the entire Central Plains. Although he and Jiang Taixu lived together, both preferred to act alone and did not interfere with each other.

Their skills were unparalleled; only a few in the martial arts world could rival them. Thirty years ago, Jiang Taixu frequently appeared in the martial arts world, but Hu Gang, the Hermit of One Yuan, had never been seen since. Over time, rumors circulated in the martial arts world that he had suffered some kind of trauma, renounced worldly affairs, and secluded himself in the deep mountains. This legend is indeed true, but it's premature to say so, because "Master Yiyuan" Hu Gang had actually just married. He fell in love with the scenery of Yangshuo and moved with his family to Baixingling Mountain on the banks of the Yangshuo River. Even his close friend, the Dragon-Slaying Hermit Jiang Taixu, hadn't heard of this move, hence the legend.

Hu Gang and his wife were deeply in love, living a blissful and devoted life. However, their happiness was short-lived. After a miscarriage, Hu's wife suffered severe postpartum hemorrhage. Despite numerous medical efforts, Hu Gang managed to save her life, but she remained bedridden. Hu Gang was heartbroken, as he had always longed for a son and a daughter to continue the Hu family line. This miscarriage left him utterly devastated.

From then on, the couple sighed deeply. Later, a friend provided Hu Gang with a prescription, but more than ten kinds of raw herbs needed to be found deep in the mountains and marshes. He was determined to complete the prescription, so he hired a maid to serve his wife while he himself traveled tirelessly through the mountains and rivers for seven years before finally completing the prescription. After taking the medicine, Hu's wife's health improved day by day, and she became more and more agile. Two years later, she became pregnant again, much to Hu Gang's delight.

After ten months of pregnancy, a baby girl was born. Hu Gang was half overjoyed and half disappointed, as he had sincerely hoped his wife would give him a son to continue the family line. However, fate had other plans, and this was an unavoidable situation. He then thought that having a daughter was better than nothing. Less than two years after giving birth, his wife succumbed to a severe deficiency of vital energy and had to retire from the martial world. Therefore, Hu Gang resolved to leave the martial world and raise his daughter alone.

His daughter grew up to be as beautiful as a flower and exceptionally intelligent. Hu Gang, the recluse of Yiyuan, passed on all his skills to her. In recent years, the young lady Hu Ruolan had become even more stunningly beautiful. Worried about his beloved daughter's marriage, Hu Gang took her down the mountain. One day, Hu Gang and his daughter were staying in Hangzhou when they encountered Elder Yan Hui of the Hengshan Sect in the Tianzhu Room on the sixth floor. They discussed current events in the martial arts world and the loss of the "Formless Vajra Palm Scripture" by Shaolin

. Elder Yan Hui mentioned that he would be traveling to the capital within the month and invited Hu Gang and his daughter to join him. Hu Gang, a lay Buddhist, was looking for a husband and thought it would be good to travel. He readily agreed. They traveled north with Elder Yan Hui. Today, in the Qingfeng Tower, only Elder Yan Hui knew him as Lay Buddhist Yiyuan; no one else recognized him or paid him any attention. All eyes were on Hu Ruolan. The young lady, who had grown up in the mountains and was naturally mischievous, sat there unrestrained, oblivious to everyone else, chatting and laughing with Elder Yan Hui.

Among all the extraordinary people present were either old men or monks and Taoists; the remaining young people were all vulgar. Hu Ruolan was greatly disappointed. She felt no affection for the extremely ugly boy, only pity and sympathy. She thought, "How could this boy be so ugly? I refuse to believe there's anyone so ugly in the world." She couldn't help but steal glances at him

frequently. It's human nature to look at beautiful things more closely, and conversely, curiosity can't help but lead to prolonged observation. This time, she noticed something amiss. Even in the dim light, she could see that the boy's skin below his head was noticeably different from his face, especially his hands, which were as white as jade. Suspicion arose in her heart, but she couldn't guess the reason.

At that moment, seeing the wicked advisor Shen Shangjiu's expression, which suggested he intended to harm the boy, she swiftly moved in front of him. The wicked advisor Shen Shangjiu, seeing the girl's extraordinary speed, was startled, then suddenly smiled wickedly, "Miss, is this boy your friend?" The girl blushed and shook her head, indicating no.

Shen Shangjiu's face darkened, and he said, "If he is not your friend, please step aside so I can inquire about his background."

The girl giggled and said, "Why should I inquire about his background?"

Shen Shangjiu was stumped by the girl's question and could hardly answer. However, he was known for his experience and did not want to invite endless trouble. He knew that Yi Yuanju was returning to the martial arts world and would surely make a name for himself. So he forcibly suppressed his resentment and smiled, "That's hard to say. However, I have been asked to do this. Isn't it a bit too much of a meddlesome thing for you to do?"
The girl's face hardened, and she said in a charmingly naive way, "If you think I'm meddling, then I'm going to meddle."

The four elders of Gaoligong Mountain frowned. The Great Demon Hua Yu said, "Brother Shen, let's leave it at that. Why argue with this little girl? We're leaving. We have important matters to discuss back home." With that, he stood up and left his seat. The Qin Zhong Twins and the others also stood up.

Taking advantage of the situation, Shen Shangjiu smiled and said, "You truly deserve to be the apple of Master Hu's eye; your courage surpasses that of ordinary people." He then gave a slight bow and said, "Miss, please allow me to meet you again." He followed behind the Qin twin monsters. As

Venerable Jin Yue departed, he cast a fierce glance at the ugly youth and said, "Boy, I'll be waiting for you at the summit of Jade Spring Mountain tomorrow." He then strode off as well.

The martial arts heroes, having witnessed the conflict between Hu Ruolan and Shen Shangjiu, assumed a storm was brewing and were about to leave. They all stopped to watch, and when the clouds dispersed, they too departed.

At this moment, Mu Xingyi, the lord of Shahe Fortress, stepped forward and bowed to Hu Gang, the Hermit of One Yuan, saying, "I was unaware that Master Hu would also be here. Please forgive my rudeness. When Master Hu has time, please visit my humble fortress. I would be most honored." Hu Gang,

the Hermit of One Yuan, stood up and laughed heartily, "Master Mu, there's no need for such politeness. When I have time, I will certainly visit Baozhuang to offer my prayers. Master Mu, please go ahead if you have other matters to attend to." Mu Xingyi, the Yin-Yang Chasing Wind, clasped his hands in a fist salute and turned to head downstairs.

Lin Hao, the Fiery-Eyed Golden Spider, left with a flushed face and his head bowed, while Miss Hu Ruolan looked back with anger. In an instant, all the heroes had left, leaving only Hu Gang and his daughter, Old Man Yan Hui, and the four strangely ugly youths in the vast Qingfeng Tower. The strangely ugly youth remained calm throughout, sipping his drink lightly.

"Hey!" the girl stamped her foot and said, "What's wrong with you? I helped you out of a predicament, and you didn't even say thank you."

The ugly boy laughed, stood up, and bowed deeply, saying, "Then, I thank you, young lady."

The girl shifted her body slightly and said with a charming smile, "Who cares?"

Hu Gang, the Hermit of One Yuan, laughed loudly, "Lan'er, you've wasted your time. Shen Shangjiu is nothing to her."

The ugly boy couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and awkwardly smiled, "Senior, your eyes are like lightning. If it weren't for your daughter's timely intervention, I'm afraid I would have been injured by Shen Shangjiu."

The Hermit of One Yuan laughed loudly, "Take the time when I was dealing with the subordinates of the Shahe Fortress Master..." "His clean and efficient manner speaks volumes, why should you hide it, brother?" He paused, then added, "This is Elder Yan Hui of Hengshan, brother, please meet him."

The ugly young man exchanged a few polite words, and Hu Gang, the Hermit of One Yuan, smiled and said, "We are staying at the Sanyuan Inn across the street, brother, why don't you come and sit down?"

The young man was about to decline when he suddenly heard a soft, melodious voice. He heard Miss Hu say, "Father, look at this man, he looks so strange. Why is the skin below his neck different from his face?"

Hu Gang, the Hermit of One Yuan, said in a low voice, "Lan'er, don't be rude." He knew his daughter was very observant and would surely notice something was wrong. He stared intently and indeed, there was a faint black line at the boundary between his neck and face, hidden by his chin, barely noticeable unless one looked closely.

At this moment, the extremely ugly young man smiled slightly and said, "I dare not deceive you, senior. I am indeed wearing a human skin mask. There are unspeakable reasons for this, and you will surely know in due time."

The Hermit of One Yuan and the Old Man of Returning Goose were astonished. The Old Man of Returning Goose stroked his snow-white beard and laughed heartily, "These days, young people all have this kind of thing. We old folks are all out of touch with the times and should be eliminated." His words conveyed a sense of profound regret for the past.

The young woman stared blankly at the young man's face, then suddenly said, "Why don't you take off your mask and let me see?" She said she wanted to see the mask, but really she wanted to see his true face.

The young man smiled and said, "Young lady, it's not that I don't want to remove the mask, but with powerful enemies all around, the slightest carelessness could lead to my death. Please forgive me."

"Hmph." The girl pouted and said, "What's there to be afraid of? With my father here, you're not afraid of being taken advantage of."

Master Hu Gang laughed and scolded, "Nonsense! What is your father? Just now, the Four Demons of Gaoli Mountain and the Two Monsters of Qinzhong were all more skilled than your father. You little girl, you always bring trouble upon yourself." Then he turned to the ugly young man and smiled, "We'll take our leave first. If you have time, please come to the inn for a chat." The

ugly young man smiled and said, "I will definitely pay my respects."

After watching Master Hu Gang and the other two gracefully descend the stairs, the ugly young man couldn't help but sigh. He felt that this Miss Hu was naturally beautiful, and she shared the same mischievous nature as Miss Ni from Jinhua. Moreover, they both had the character "Lan" in their names. However, this girl was mischievous but innocent, and her anger and pout were incredibly charming, unlike that old-fashioned Miss Ni. Thinking about all this, I dared not continue, for the image of healing in the snow, with her jade-like body and white breasts on full display, and then hearing Ni Wanlan calling out afterward, her voice so pitiful, like the cry of a monkey in the Wuxia Gorge, filled me with a sense of guilt.

Thinking back, since Fu Qing had been rescued by Master Fa Yi of Shaolin, he decided to ask Master Fa Yi at Yuquan Mountain tomorrow where Fu Qing was, to fulfill a wish. Of course, it would be even better if he could be taken under the wing of Shaolin, so he could give Fu Liuguan an explanation. He also thought of his sworn brothers, Nine-Fingered Beggar Cang Xi and Qiankun Hand Thunder Xiao Tian. In the vast city of Beijing, he hadn't seen a single Beggar Clan disciple. In this sea of people, how could he possibly find them? For the sake of his own safety, he couldn't easily arouse suspicion in others. On the third day of the third lunar month, the Beggar Clan of the North and South would have a duel at Zhangba Peak of Mount Tai. They would definitely be there, and he would surely meet them then. Why rush things? With

these thoughts, he drifted downstairs. The snow had stopped, but the north wind was still blowing fiercely. The clouds were dense and low, seemingly within reach, a gray and unsettling sight. The snow was trampled into messy patterns by passersby, and puddles of dirty water were everywhere. It was late afternoon, dusky and indistinct. The shops lining the streets of Damochang were all lit, their lights shining brightly, a myriad of homes illuminated. Street vendors selling roasted sweet potatoes lined the eaves, their aroma filling the air.
The strangely ugly young man wandered aimlessly, unaware that dusk had fallen and night had deepened, before returning to Damochang. In Beijing, inns catering to镖车 (escort caravans) and merchants were mostly located in the Damochang and Huashiji areas. Those seeking lodging were primarily high-ranking officials,镖车 (escort caravans), their handlers, and merchants accompanying them. Ordinary people wouldn't frequent these places, as the atmosphere was too bustling and noisy.

Within sight, Damochang alone boasted dozens of镖车 (escort caravans) and镖商 (traitors) inns, their gates teeming with mules and horses. These inns all had white walls, black doors, and gold-lettered plaques, with large courtyards inside. He lay on the large earthen kang (heated brick bed), vaguely hearing the cries of street vendors hawking "roasted sweet potatoes," "fried buns," and "radishes and pears." He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Truly, a traveler far from home, adrift and heartbroken.

He drifted off to sleep, and when he awoke, dawn was breaking outside his window. With a cry of surprise, he jumped up, blew out the oil lamp on the kang, called for the innkeeper to fetch water for washing, ate quickly, and then left the Jixiang Inn, heading straight for Xizhimen. The morning chill was biting; breath formed clouds. The capital city at this time resembled a piece of white jade, sparkling and clear. The sky was still shrouded in rosy clouds, but they could not conceal the serene and refined beauty of the capital.

Stepping out of Xizhimen, one arrives at Haidian, where the shimmering lake and mountain scenery unfolds before one's eyes. This area is famous for the Yuanmingyuan Garden, originally a grant granted to Emperor Yongzheng during his fiefdom. It contained the Guangming Pavilion, with its magnificent architecture. When Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty toured the south, he collected famous scenic spots from across the country and renovated them into the garden. In the spring, when the flowers bloomed, the scenery was breathtaking, and all worldly worries vanished. Unfortunately, the garden was heavily guarded, making it difficult for ordinary people to pass through. It was not until the late Qing Dynasty that Empress Dowager Cixi renovated it, and the scenery within the garden was modeled after the West Lake. It also had twenty-four bridges and seventy-two pavilions, truly a magnificent sight. However, due to the Boxer Rebellion during the Boxer Rebellion of the Guangxu Emperor, the Eight-Nation Alliance was brought in, and the garden was destroyed by foreign troops. Antiques and treasures were almost entirely lost, and painted pavilions and carved beams were all burned to the ground. When the garden was burned, the fire raged for three days and nights. People today can no longer witness the grandeur of the garden, where there was a pavilion every five steps and a tower every ten steps, with winding corridors and long bridges spanning the water. It is truly a cause for lament.

The ugly youth used his aerial agility to soar towards the foot of Jade Spring Mountain. Reaching only halfway up, he looked back and saw the Wanshou Mountain, the Forbidden City, the Yuanmingyuan, and the Summer Palace clearly before him. Without delay, he surged upwards, soon arriving at the foot of the Jade Spring Mountain Pagoda. All around was quiet; not a soul was in sight. He thought, "They'll probably be here soon. Why don't I wait atop the pagoda? From this high vantage point, their every move will be obvious." With this thought, he spiraled up to the top of the pagoda. Looking around, the Jingmingyuan lay below, its snow-covered landscape a tapestry of green and red, the mountain winds fierce, the entire world white, stirring a profound sense of awe.

The Pagoda, its construction date unknown, likely during the Liao or Jin dynasties, stood over eighty zhang tall, with seven stories, each ascended by winding stone steps. At the very top stood a bronze Buddha statue, over ten zhang high, solemn and majestic. Yuquan Mountain originates from the Taihang Mountains, located west of the city and north of Wanshou Mountain. Its eastern end is near Qinglong Bridge. The mountain once housed a Liao-Jin dynasty palace, its halls and pavilions extremely grand, but it gradually fell into disrepair. Emperor Kangxi of the Qing dynasty once visited the site and ordered its restoration, bestowing upon it the plaque "Jingming Garden." At the foot of the mountain lies Yuquan Spring, its waters clear and cold, making it superior to other springs for tea. A stone tablet there bears the inscription "The First Spring Under Heaven," and Emperor Qianlong also inscribed it. The spring water originates at the foot of the mountain, flows into the Yu River, and then into Kunming Lake, before entering the Imperial City and finally the Daye Pool. At the spring's outlet, a stone carving has been created in the shape of a coiled bird, from which the water gushes forth, creating a truly spectacular sight.

Yuquan Mountain, along with Wufeng Mountain and Xiangshan Mountain, are all famous scenic spots in Beijing. "Yuquan Rainbow" is one of the Eight Scenic Spots of Yanjing (Beijing), and is particularly renowned. After rain, a long rainbow spans the sky, displaying vibrant colors, a truly magnificent sight. Just then, several whistling sounds suddenly came from below the mountain, clear as the wind carried them to his ears. The young man stared intently down. He saw several figures leaping across the hillside like slingshots. Their speed was unprecedented; in less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, they had reached the foot of the tower. He recognized them as the Four Demons of Gaoligong Mountain and the Three Venerable Ones from Beyond the Heavens.

They stopped, and the second demon, Hua Zhou, smiled slightly, saying, "Boss, these four bald heads certainly wouldn't dare to come." Before he finished speaking, a Buddhist chant arose from a snow-covered hill not far from the four demons. Because they were dressed in greyish-white monk robes and had white beards and eyebrows, they were not easily noticed at first glance.

The four monks stood up and, without any apparent movement, landed in front of the four demons and their companions. Master Fayi bowed his head and clasped his hands together, saying, "We have been waiting here for a long time. Please forgive our failure to greet you properly."

He paused, then raised his long eyebrows and said loudly, "I have also considered this matter. Since we have transcended the Three Realms and are not subject to the Five Elements, why should we get involved in this turmoil? The martial arts of the Hua brothers are unparalleled throughout history. We concede defeat, but we beg for the return of the 'Formless Vajra Palm Scripture' so that the entire martial arts world may uphold justice."

Hua Yu smiled and said, "If you concede defeat, why did you say such a thing in the first place, uniting the nine major sects to expel evil spirits and heretics from the martial arts world?"

Master Fayi shook his head and said, "I never said such a thing. I suppose Hua Tanyue misheard." "

The Great Demon Hua Yu stared intently at Master Fa Yi's face, pondered for a moment, and then laughed, "I have also read through the 'Formless Vajra Palm Scripture.' Its contents are nothing extraordinary. It has its power to deal with ordinary people, but it is utterly useless against me." The four Shaolin monks secretly chuckled. The 'Formless Vajra Palm Scripture' was profound in its meaning, with every word containing hidden Zen wisdom. How could you heretics possibly understand it? Although they thought this, they did not show it on their faces.

Then the Great Demon Hua Yu continued, “I have no use for this Palm Manual, but returning it now would be a bit difficult. It’s because our fellow practitioners have decided that a grand gathering of heroes will be held at Zhangren Peak on Mount Tai to exchange martial arts skills and publicly select the number one martial artist in the world. I know that this ‘Formless Vajra Palm Manual’ is of great importance to the reputation of Shaolin. Your sect has no choice but to compete for it and cannot afford not to participate. However, I guarantee that I will return this Palm Manual to you without fail after the gathering.”

Master Fa Yi’s long eyebrows furrowed even more, and he replied loudly, “The Shaolin lineage are all people outside the secular world and do not wish to compete with others. Even if Shaolin does not participate in the Mount Tai gathering, will Hua Tan Yue also refuse to return it?”

The Great Demon Hua Yu laughed heartily and said, “Master Fa Yi, how can you say such things? Buddhism forbids speaking wildly. Since you know that the Palm Manual is in our hands, you should make every effort to return it to Shaolin.” Master Fayi's face was ashen. He said, "

Although the matter of the Sutra Registrar concerns Shaolin's reputation, I don't believe other sects will participate. Hua Tan Yue, your actions are futile."

Hua Yu laughed, "I have my own methods to make all the major sects come. Master, you need not worry. Now, please return to Shaolin."

Before Master Fayi could answer, another Shaolin monk with white hair and beard beside him said loudly, "Third Brother, since the Sutra Registrar is in Hua Tan Yue's hands, why not resolve it here? Why go through all this trouble?"

Hua Yu's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he laughed wildly, "Fa Neng, what a boastful tone! Even if your sect's leader, Zen Master Bai Mei, were to come in person, it wouldn't be easy to resolve this."

Master Fa Neng's long eyebrows twitched, his wide sleeves suddenly swung, and his hand moved like the wind. He used the "Buddha's Descent from His Seat" move from the "Twelve Forms of Bodhidharma," his palm flying diagonally towards Hua Yu's right chest, incredibly swift.

The ugly boy on top of the tower saw very clearly that the technique of this Master Fa Neng was exactly the same as that of Master Fa Hua, who had tested his skills with him in Jinhua. He knew that when such masters fought, they had to seize the initiative. A single mistake would lead to being beaten. He predicted that the Great Demon Hua Yu would not block the attack and would definitely rush behind Master Fa Neng to launch a surprise attack.

As expected, the Great Demon Hua Yu smiled coldly, his feet moving swiftly, his figure appearing behind Master Faneng with lightning speed. His two strange palms unleashed four palm strikes in eight different forms in a flash, the wind howling fiercely. Master Faneng's move was a feint; knowing that this long-absent demon possessed extraordinary power and wouldn't allow him to gain the upper hand, he was prepared. Just as the Great Demon Hua Yu struck, his body had already shifted a foot to the side, his hands not idle. He spun around, bringing with him his broad, monk-like arms, slicing like a sharp blade.

The Great Demon Hua Yu laughed, his body already dodging the attack. Master Faneng's sleeves, wielding immense force, carved two deep trenches in the foot-thick snow, revealing the earth beneath. In an instant, snow and ice splattered—such sharp sleeve power! Da Mo Hua Yu knew that these Shaolin monks had cultivated both their inner and outer essences for decades, possessing pure Yang bodies and being impervious to the depletion of their true energy. Although his and his brothers' skills were more refined than those of the Shaolin monks, they dared not attempt such a direct confrontation
. Even if they won, it would severely deplete their own true energy. Therefore, as soon as he dodged, he immediately pressed forward again, not giving his opponent a chance to recover. He changed his palms into fingers, his hands flashing out to the left and right. Midway through the attack, his right hand shot out, swiftly striking Master Fa Neng's "Throat Point," while his other hand slammed down, thrusting towards Master Zhangmen's acupoint. The strangeness and unpredictability of his technique were rarely seen. Master Fa Neng, as one of the four great protectors of Shaolin, possessed profound and extraordinary skill. He recognized that his opponent's attack was extremely vicious, because Da Mo Hua Yu had already closed to within four feet of him. Even if he could deflect the right hand attacking the "Throat Point," he could not dodge the opponent's left hand. Weighing the pros and cons, he lightly touched his heel and suddenly slid back five steps.

The Great Demon Hua Yu, who had intended this, was overjoyed and seized the opportunity to attack. He unleashed his techniques, and having gained the upper hand, his movements flowed like a mighty river, relentlessly pressing forward. The ferocity and strangeness of his techniques were breathtaking. Master Fa Neng was forced into a passive position, compelled to unleash the "Thirteen Forms of Bodhidharma." However, these were all defensive moves, with only one offensive move. This showed that even the smallest difference in skill was crucial in a battle between masters. The two moved with incredible speed and agility, their techniques so skillful that it was difficult to distinguish between them.

Seeing this, the ugly young man thought, "If this fight continues, it seems that Master Fa Neng will surely be defeated. What he said in the restaurant about the gradual decline of the Shaolin lineage is clearly true. The techniques of the great demon Hua Yu of Gaoligong Mountain contain the principles of life and death in every move, making them unpredictable. If it weren't for the high monks of Shaolin, no one else could withstand ten moves. If Shaolin doesn't rise up and catch up, I'm afraid that in ten years, Shaolin will have no place in the martial arts world." Master Fa Yi and the other two monks frowned deeply as they watched.

After Emperor Yongzheng burned Mount Song, Shaolin's essence was almost entirely lost, and it entered a period of decline—this is an undeniable fact. However, the biggest problem was Shaolin's closed-mindedness. The unique skills of Mount Song were vast and complex, requiring individual application. Often, those who couldn't grasp the essence would choose to seal the manuals away in the Arhat Hall, forbidding them from being passed on or taught elsewhere. This forced the inheritors to slowly figure it out themselves, ultimately leading to vastly different results due to slight errors. Therefore, Shaolin's reputation plummeted—a consequence of its own actions.

Furthermore, after Master Fa Neng and the Great Demon Hua Yu had exchanged fifty blows, as the ugly youth had predicted, Master Fa Neng's movements gradually became sluggish. Suddenly, the Great Demon Hua Yu shifted his stance and struck Master Fa Neng's "Cheng Guang" acupoint on the top of his head. The "Cheng Guang" acupoint is located at the suture point of the skull; a strike there would inevitably cause the brain to burst out, resulting in instant death. Simultaneously, the Great Demon Hua Yu's right hand was not idle either, using two fingers in a "Mysterious Yin Finger" strike towards the "Fu Jie" acupoint. Following this, his legs crossed in a double-leg kick, aiming for Fa Neng's "Hui Yin" acupoint. Every move in this style was designed to kill Master Fa Neng.

No matter how skilled Master Fa Neng was, he could not simultaneously evade such deadly attacks from both hands and legs. The four demons of Gaoligong Mountain had a rule: if they didn't strike, they wouldn't; but if they did, they wouldn't let their opponent survive. This unwritten rule was well-known among the older generation. Master Fa Yi couldn't allow his junior brother to die at the hands of the Great Demon Hua Yu. He was about to extend his arm and strike, shaking off the Great Demon Hua Yu and rescuing his junior brother.

Just as the situation was at its most critical, a clear whistle suddenly rang out from the top of the tower. A dark figure descended from the sky, bringing with it a powerful gust of wind that forced both the Great Demon Hua Yu and Master Faneng back two steps, saving Master Faneng from imminent death. The ugly youth was greatly shocked, never expecting that someone would be lurking behind the bronze Buddha at the top of the tower while he was hiding there.

The Great Demon Hua Yu's methods against Master Faneng were all based on Xuan Yin violent force. Seeing that Master Faneng was about to die at his hands, a clear whistle rang out, startling him. Then came a force that was both Yin and Yang, yet also possessed a fierce power, perhaps even stronger than his own. He was jolted, feeling this force, combining softness and strength, pressing directly towards him. At this moment, he no longer cared about his opponent's safety, immediately retreating two steps and staring intently at the newcomer.

Master Faneng was extremely grateful for this act, which saved him from imminent death. However, upon seeing who it was, he was completely surprised, not knowing their origins. The newcomer was a woman dressed in black. Judging from her long, silver-white hair, she was probably over sixty years old. However, her face was delicate and fair, and her eyes were clear as pools. If it weren't for her silver hair, she would have looked like a young woman in her prime, though neither was entirely true. Just as the Great Demon Hua Yu was about to succeed, this woman suddenly appeared and disrupted the four demons' plans. Instantly, his anger surged, and he rolled his eyes... The silver-haired woman smiled sweetly and said in a coquettish voice, "Oh, why are you looking at me like that? Luckily, we are neither enemies nor friends, otherwise, wouldn't you have perished under my 'Flying Snowstorm' palm strike?" "Its voice was sweet and crisp, like a hawk emerging from a valley."

The Great Demon Hua Yu was startled upon hearing it; he had never heard of such a palm technique before, and his eyes were blank. Not only him, but the other three demons also showed the same look of doubt. The Three Venerables from Beyond the Heavens were, after all, people from beyond the realm of civilization, needless to say. The four Shaolin monks pondered deeply, focusing on the evil forces overseas, but their minds were also left empty. The silver-haired woman glanced at their expressions and giggled, "If you can't figure it out, I'm too lazy to explain."

The Great Demon Hua Yu smiled sinisterly, "If you don't tell me your origin, I, Hua, will ask you about the crime of interfering with me earlier."

The silver-haired woman's face turned cold, her appearance changed drastically, becoming like a demon woman, no longer possessing the bright and kind eyes and seductive charm of before. She chuckled coldly, "You four demons of Gaoligong Mountain are not worthy to fight with this old man. You might as well try later, and I'll ask you something first." "Speaking of this, she suddenly turned to Master Fayi, her eyes sparkling with a change in expression. She adopted a graceful demeanor and said with a charming smile, "Fayi, I have a question for you. Where have you taken the children of the Gongmen Shuangjie?"

Master Fayi was startled for a moment, then put his palms together and replied, "Amitabha, well said. This old monk is a layman. How could I do such a lawless thing? My dear benefactor, although the Gongmen Shuangjie are traitors to Shaolin, I have been instructed by the abbot to capture them within a year and bring them back to Songshan to punish them for their treason. However, the crime should not extend to their wives and children. I would never dare to do that." Although Fa Yi didn't know who the silver-haired woman was, he could tell from her eyes that she must be a demon of unparalleled power, perhaps even much older than himself, hence her words.

The silver-haired woman looked Fa Yi up and down with her clear, bright eyes, and smiled, "I, this old man, believe these words. You are from a righteous Zen sect, you would not lie. It seems that someone else must have kidnapped the children of the two heroes of the palace. When you return to the mountain, please give my regards to Lü Junping, and tell him that the merchant Shang sent his regards."

Upon hearing this, Fa Yi was so shocked that he took a step back and exclaimed, "Senior, could you perhaps be the Twin Immortals of Miaoling?" "Upon hearing this, even the Four Demons of Gaoligong Mountain were utterly shocked.

The silver-haired young woman's real name was Yin Xuanwei, the Black-Clad Mystic Maiden. She later married Shang You, the Golden-Haired Demon of Miaoling, and they were known as the Miaoling Twin Demons. A hundred years ago, their fame shook the world. Their martial arts combined the strengths of both righteous and evil, yet they could not reveal their origins. They were secretive about their teachers and extremely ruthless in their actions. They would attack without regard for right or wrong, regardless of the slightest grudge. They would follow like shadows until their opponent's soul was utterly destroyed. Their martial arts were already unbelievable at the time, and everyone in the martial arts world feared them like tigers and respected them greatly." And so they went further.

Later, they really caused such a ruckus that almost the entire martial arts world was shaken by them. At that time, an outstanding figure emerged from the righteous sects, namely Qilian Yisou, whose martial arts skills were profound. He made a solemn vow to subdue the Miaoling Twin Demons. The Miaoling Twin Demons did not know who Qilian Yisou was, because Qilian Yisou had never appeared in the martial arts world before. They thought he must be a madman and paid no attention. Within three years, almost all of the Miaoling Twin Demons' followers were killed. Finally, the Miaoling Twin Demons came to Qilian Mountain for a life-or-death battle.

After two days and one night of fierce fighting, Qilian Yisou suffered three blows from the couple's "Flying Snowstorm" attack, Shang You broke a leg, and Yin Xuanwei was nearly killed in the Qilian Mountains by a single blow. Yin Xuanwei, quick-witted, helped Shang You escape the jaws of death. No one in the martial arts world witnessed this battle; they only knew bits and pieces from rumors. Qilian Yisou rarely appeared in the martial arts world, and after being injured, he became even more reclusive. His fate remained unknown.

After Yin Xuanwei returned to the mountain, Shang You, weakened by his injuries and excessive worry, died within two years. Yin Xuanwei, following her master's teachings, used breathing techniques to heal herself, but it was said she suffered a qi deviation, and the name "Twin Demons of Miaoling" disappeared from the martial arts world. Over time, it faded into obscurity, but now, hearing of her reappearance, the martial arts world is thrown into chaos and bloodshed—how could it not be terrifying? Lü Junping is the secular name of the current Shaolin abbot, Master Bai Mei. Years ago, when the two Miao demons debated martial arts with Shaolin, Lü Junping was just a young eleven or twelve-year-old novice monk with rosy lips and white teeth.

Yin Xuanwei chuckled, "What 'two Miao demons'? I've never denied being a demon. It's fortunate Lü Junping still remembers me." She then added, "The two heroes of the Gongmen are disciples of Miao, and their children are my grand-disciples. I'm over a hundred years old. Although I have methods to preserve my youth, no one is immortal. It would be a pity to let my skills perish with me. It would be better to pass them on to the descendants of the two heroes of the Gongmen while I'm still alive, so that the Miao skills can be carried forward by Yin."

Master Fa Yi respectfully clasped his hands, saying, "Is that why Senior Yin came down the mountain?"

Yin Xuanwei smiled slightly and said, "..." "People say bald monks are clever, and it's true. Don't worry, I didn't come down the mountain to cause you trouble, but if anyone messes with the two heroes of the Gongmen, don't blame me."

Master Fayi gasped, thinking, "No wonder the two heroes of the Gongmen don't take Shaolin seriously; they have a powerful backer."

Yin Xuanwei continued, "I've heard there's a strange scholar named Yu Yun in the martial world. I'm competitive and haven't changed, so I'd like to meet him." Master Fayi

thought to himself, "You live deep in the Miao Mountains; how could you know? It must be the two heroes of the Gongmen who invited you." He didn't say anything, just smiled slightly.

Suddenly, Yin Xuanwei's expression changed drastically. She soared into the sky like a crane, rising more than ten zhang high, and landed on the eaves of the second floor of the glazed pagoda. The four demons of Gaoligong Mountain were shocked and their expressions changed slightly. They considered themselves invincible demons, capable of leaping at most seven or eight zhang high, let alone more than ten zhang. Seeing this, they could only look on with envy and felt ashamed. The four Shaolin monks merely chanted Buddhist prayers.

Yin Xuanwei, without pausing, instantly reached the bronze Buddha atop the tower. Observing her expression, they noticed something suspicious. It turned out that the ugly youth, upon hearing she was looking for the Strange-Handed Scholar, had impulsively raised three ice shards and hurled them from mid-air. The aim was precise, striking Yin Xuanwei's silver hair. As the ice shards splattered, Yin Xuanwei heard an unusual sound, mistaking it for the sound of wind breaking branches. In that moment of carelessness, the three ice shards had pierced her hair. Her scalp burned with intense pain. Protected by her inner energy, the three ice shards burning her scalp indicated that someone skilled must be hiding at the top of the tower.

When the ugly youth was hidden on the top level, Yin Xuanwei had not yet arrived. Meanwhile, Yin Xuanwei flew up to the bronze Buddha from another direction, unnoticed by the ugly youth. Both possessed exceptional lightness skills, making no sound, so neither discovered them. Upon reaching the top of the tower, Yin Xuanwei found it deserted, save for a lone figure slowly walking at the foot of Jade Spring Mountain. Without a second thought, Yin Xuanwei rushed down the mountain. Meanwhile, the strangely ugly boy lay hidden among the lush trees of the Yuanmingyuan Garden, atop the "Wind and Bamboo Listening" pavilion, feigning contentment amidst the lake and mountain scenery.

The tower reflected in the lake, its surface like a mirror, while the burning of incense at Shengyuan Temple rose abruptly to the south of the mountain…

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