Crossing Zhao Zhijing 21-22

21. The Heroes' Gathering

was a resounding victory over the Heroes' Gathering of Guanlu Family Village. Just as the heroes were electing a leader to resist the foreign invaders, a group of people unexpectedly stumbled in. The leader, a young master surnamed Zhao, even jokingly declared his intention to compete for the position of martial arts alliance leader.

These dozen or so heroes, mostly strangers to each other, immediately erupted in a clamor, shouting insults like "overestimating himself" and "disrupting the gathering."

This young master Zhao was none other than Zhao Min, disguised as a man. Behind her stood a core force of the entire martial arts world beyond the realm, including Kumārajīva, the Golden Wheel Monk, the Xuanming Elders, and several disciples of the Vajra Sect such as A'da, A'er, and A'san. As for Huo Du and Dalba, who played important roles in the original novel "The Return of the Condor Heroes," they were still present, but merely followers of the Golden Wheel Monk, no longer worthy of being mentioned.

Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and several other masters all wore solemn expressions. They could all see that the group behind Young Master Zhao were all exceptionally skilled individuals, especially the tall, thin Tibetan monk in a bright red robe with a slightly sunken forehead like a saucer, and the Tibetan monk in a yellow robe, cloth clothes, and straw sandals, whose face shone with a radiant light. The aura these two exuded was so strong that even Guo Jing was not entirely confident of victory.

Zhao Min smiled and said to Guo Jing, "When I was young, I heard from my elders that you, Great Hero Guo,

were the son-in-law of the Mongol Golden Saber, and that your martial arts and military strategy were among the best in the world. Meeting you today, I can see that you are indeed extraordinary and worthy of respect." At this moment, everyone was discussing how to fight against the Mongol-led foreign tribes, and this person suddenly brought up the history of Guo Jing being the son-in-law of the Mongol Golden Saber, which was extremely awkward.

Guo Jing did not know how to respond, so he simply said, "Since everyone is here, let's have a few more drinks."

Zhao Min smiled lightly and said, "I would be honored to accept." Ignoring the shouts and curses of the crowd, he leisurely led his people to sit in the empty seats.

Huang Rong frowned slightly, stood up, and asked Zhao Min, "May I ask where this young lady is from and what brings her here?"

Although Zhao Min was dressed as a man, her face was stunningly beautiful and her figure was exquisite and curvaceous. How could she fool a discerning person?

She didn't care that her disguise had been exposed. She raised a glass of wine to Huang Rong from afar and drank it down in one gulp with great boldness. Her flawless white face immediately turned a charming blush.

She wiped her mouth with her sleeve and smiled, saying, "My name is Zhao Min. I'm just an ordinary person. I heard that a martial arts tournament is being held here to elect a martial arts leader, so I brought some friends and subordinates here, hoping to play the role of martial arts leader for fun, hehe."

The cheers from the crowd below grew even louder. Such an important matter as electing a martial arts leader had been reduced to a joke by this woman, naturally making everyone resentful.

The name Zhao Min had never appeared in the martial arts world before, and no one knew that Zhao Min was the princess of the Ruyang Prince's Mansion in the North.

At this moment, an old man in silver robes stood up and shouted, "Our election of the martial arts alliance leader is not some childish game! You little girl, stop causing trouble and go home right now, lest your parents find out and spank you!"

His words immediately drew laughter from the room.

Zhao Min looked at the old man in silver robes, a slight smile playing on her lips. Suddenly, a figure darted out from behind her, moving with lightning speed, and with a resounding slap, struck the old man across the face.

Everyone was stunned. The old man in silver robes was quite famous in the martial arts world, possessing considerable skill, yet now he was slapped in public without any ability to resist, his face swollen. If someone wanted to take his life, it would be an easy matter.

Everyone looked at the person behind Zhao Min and found that he was dressed as a servant in coarse clothes and looked unremarkable, but they did not expect him to be so skilled in martial arts.

Suddenly, Qiao Feng stepped forward, his imposing aura overwhelming, and roared, "Fang Dongbai! You traitor, you're still alive?!"

Upon hearing this name, some of the older heroes exclaimed in shock, "Fang Dongbai, the Eight-Armed Divine Sword!? Wasn't he supposed to have died of illness more than ten years ago?"

Another whispered, "Back then, Fang Dongbai was an elder of the Beggars' Clan, and his martial arts skills were probably second only to Hong Qigong in his prime. However, more than ten years ago, he plotted against the Beggars' Clan, intending to join forces with external enemies. It's said that he was killed by Hong Qigong, but I never expected him to appear here."

Qiao Feng's imposing presence caused Fang Dongbai to involuntarily take a half-step back. Immediately behind him, two men stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, confronting Qiao Feng.

These two, dressed as servants like Fang Dongbai, possessed a stern demeanor, indicating they were also highly skilled.

Wang Yuyan, observing from the sidelines, exclaimed in surprise, "That movement technique...it's the work of a master from the Western Regions Vajra Sect!" Duan Yu,

who had been closely watching Wang Yuyan's movements, asked, "Miss Wang, is the Vajra Sect very powerful?"

Wang Yuyan explained, "The Western Regions Vajra Sect was founded by the Shaolin traitor, the Fire-Worker Monk. Their external hard skills are extremely formidable. That Fire-Worker Monk progressed from the external to the internal, returning to the innate state after birth. Later, his skills became both hard and soft, making him a grandmaster, renowned throughout the Western Regions, known as the Transformer Vajra. Legend has it he was an orphan, nameless and faceless..." After arriving in the Western Regions, he adopted an extraterrestrial name, Cybertron, and passed down his martial arts skills. "

Cybertron? Sounds impressive." Duan Yu murmured, "Cybertron?

Zhao Min smiled lightly and said leisurely, "Nonsense, these are just my bodyguards, named A-Da, A-Er, and A-San. You must have made a mistake."

When the heroes saw that Fang Dongbai, the Eight-Armed Divine Swordsman who was once famous throughout the martial arts world, was now standing behind this young woman like a servant, they couldn't help but put away their contempt, thinking that this group of people probably didn't have good intentions.

Zhao Min glanced around the room and smiled, "Since you have all chosen a leader for the martial arts alliance, the selected leader must be someone that all heroes under heaven are convinced of. My two elders are arguably the most outstanding heroes in the world, so how could we be left out of the selection process?"

She continued, "The master to my right is a holy monk from Tibet, universally revered as the Golden Wheel Dharma King, and has been appointed as the Protector-General of Mongolia. The one to my left is the Protector-General of Tibet, the Holy Monk Kumārajīva."

Upon hearing this, the crowd paled. They had gathered at Lu Family Manor to discuss resisting the foreign tribes. The sudden appearance of two foreign national advisors was a clear slap in the face.

In an instant, everyone stood up, bracing themselves for battle. Many even gripped their weapons, ready to pounce and hack this so-called Imperial Advisor to pieces at the first opportunity.

Zhao Min, unfazed, said, "We heard of this Heroes' Gathering and came here to exchange martial arts skills. Are all the martial arts world of the Central Plains filled with those who believe in numbers?"

This only fueled the uproar. One after another, people jumped out, demanding to fight Zhao Min one-on-one, creating chaos.

Huang Rong frowned deeply. This woman named Zhao Min was truly formidable; since her appearance, she had maintained the initiative, and with just a few words, she had provoked the anger of the crowd.

This Heroes' Gathering was originally Huang Rong's idea, a grand event hoping to elevate her husband, Guo Jing, to the position of martial arts leader. Just when things seemed to be going smoothly, unexpected complications arose, causing all this trouble.

Huang Rong assumed that this woman named Zhao Min was an important figure among the alien races, and since most of the elite martial arts world from the Central Plains was gathered here, they could easily capture her and interrogate her thoroughly.

However, Zhao Min had preemptively brought up the matter, and if they were to rely on numbers now, it would diminish the prestige of the Central Plains masters.

The biggest problem was that the leader they were preparing to elect was none other than her husband. If she were to step forward and compete with Zhao Min, it would be seen as favoring her husband, which made her quite hesitant.

She then gave a wink, and Lu Guanying, the young master of the Lu Family Manor, immediately understood and stepped forward, saying in a deep voice, "Miss Zhao, we have already discussed this before, and everyone's opinion is to recommend Hero Guo as the leader of the martial arts alliance. It has already been decided."

Originally, the position of martial arts alliance leader had not yet been finalized, but Lu Guanying, being a close friend of Guo Jing and Huang Rong, preemptively confirmed the matter, directly declaring Guo Jing the martial arts alliance leader.

Zhao Min chuckled, her heroic spirit tinged with a captivating charm that astonished everyone, and said with a smile, "Great Hero Guo was once the Golden Saber Prince Consort of Mongolia, yet now he aspires to become the martial arts alliance leader of the Central Plains. Truly, his fate is extraordinary."

Hearing Zhao Min constantly bringing up her husband's past experiences, Huang Rong was furious and stood up, asking with a smile, "Sister Zhao, you've talked so much, yet you still refuse to truly reveal your identity. Such secrecy, is there something you're hiding? Without revealing your identity, all your talk is just nonsense."

Zhao Min giggled and said softly, "People... " "She's self-taught and just started out in the martial world, so naturally she's unknown. She can't compare to Madam Guo, who is both the beloved daughter of the Eastern Heretic and the successor of the Northern Beggar, first leading the Beggars'

Clan and now wielding power in Xiangyang." Huang Rong sensed the sarcasm in Zhao Min's words, but maintained her smile, saying, "Since Sister Zhao is just starting out, it's normal for her lack of experience. This gathering of heroes is for seasoned veterans of the martial world, not some girl's game."

Zhao Min was immediately impressed; Huang Rong truly lived up to her reputation as a female Zhuge Liang, her words sharp as knives.

At this moment, the crowd below began to clamor again, with some shouting things like, "Get out, you barbarian thief!"

Zhao Min thought to herself, "Now that we're in enemy territory, there's no need to gain an advantage through words. It's better to implement the plan as soon as possible."

So, she chuckled and changed the subject, saying, "I've long heard of the many martial arts masters in the Central Plains. I'll select five of my people to challenge all the masters at the Heroes' Gathering. Best three out of five rounds. Let's see who truly deserves the title of Martial Arts Alliance Leader. Do you dare accept the challenge?"

These words immediately silenced everyone.

To speak now, and to be defeated, would bring shame upon the entire Central Plains martial arts world.

Under these circumstances, there was no room for refusal. As the host of the gathering, Guo Jing stepped forward and said loudly, "No problem, we accept this challenge!"

Huang Rong whispered to the guests in the main hall. Since Zhao Min had proposed to select five people to fight, she probably really had five outstanding masters on her side. Naturally, they needed to carefully plan who would fight on their side.

At this moment, Murong Fu walked over and volunteered, saying, "Madam Guo, please count me next among the five people from our side who will fight."

Murong Fu of the South was famous throughout the land. Although Huang Rong did not know exactly how powerful he was, she knew a great deal about Qiao Feng, who was equally famous. She guessed that if Murong Fu's strength was close to that of Qiao Feng, then he would definitely be one of the top experts in the tournament, so there would be no problem with him fighting.

So she nodded and smiled, "I wish Young Master Murong a great victory."

Then she said to Guo Jing beside her, "Brother Jing, you and Chief Qiao are the ones we have the best chance of winning, so we still need to choose two more people."

Yang Xiao, the Left Guardian of the Ming Cult, interjected, "I have encountered Fang Dongbai, the Eight-Armed Divine Sword, many years ago and narrowly won by one move. If he is the opponent's choice, I am quite confident."

Although the Ming Cult is known as the Demonic Cult and acts in an extreme manner, it is undeniable in resisting foreign races. With a formidable enemy in front of them, even Abbess Miejue, who had a deep hatred for them, did not raise an object of conflict at this moment.

However, she was unwilling to admit defeat, and said, "If the demonic cultists send in, this humble nun is willing to lend a hand and let those barbarian thieves try their hand at the Heaven-Reliant Sword!"

In this dimension, the Heaven-Reliant Sword exists just like the Dragon-Slaying Saber, only its forger is Huang Shang, the Daoist master who wrote the *Nine Yin Manual*. The founder of the Emei Sect was Huang Shang's niece, who established the sect during the Northern Song Dynasty. Later, her disciple, Abbess Fengling, succeeded her as sect leader, while Abbess Miejue was a disciple of Abbess Fengling.

Because of this connection, the Heaven-Reliant Sword has always been in the hands of the Emei Sect as a symbol of their leadership. As for whether Huang Shang actually placed the *Nine Yin Manual* inside the sword, no one knows.

Huang Rong pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

In the hall at this moment, Abbess Miejue's martial arts skills were estimated to be similar to Huang Rong's, but because she wielded the supreme weapon, the Heaven-Slaying Sword, the intimidating power she could unleash was extremely strong, and her actual combat strength could even reach the level of Yang Xiao.

Among the martial arts heroes in the hall, there were probably none who could defeat Yang Xiao.

Shaolin was absent, and among the Wudang representatives, Yu Lianzhou was the most skilled. Kunlun was represented by its leader, He Taichong, but Kunlun's strongest member, He Zudao, was not present. The combat strength of He Taichong and Yu Lianzhou was estimated to be inferior to Miejue, who wielded the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

As for the other righteous sects, none could reach this level either.

With the Sun Moon Cult absent, and Yang Xiao now the top master of the Ming Cult

, Guo Jing, Qiao Feng, Murong Fu, Yang Xiao, and Miejue represent the strongest lineup the Central Plains martial arts world could muster at this time.

Of course, Huang Rong was unaware that hidden among the crowd was Duan Yu, a young master with profound internal energy whose Six Meridians Divine Sword technique was unpredictable.

Seeing that the Central Plains heroes had finished their discussion, Zhao Min smiled lightly and said leisurely, "Best of five rounds, let's be generous and choose our opponents for the first and second rounds. Dharma King, please go up and lead the charge."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Golden Wheel Dharma King, dressed in a red monk's robe, strode out and entered the arena.

Huang Rong frowned; the Golden Wheel Dharma King was leading the charge?

At this moment, Yu Lianzhou walked over and said softly, "Madam Guo, the two old men in the opposing formation are called the Xuanming Elders. Their Cold Poison Palm technique is extremely powerful, far surpassing mine." But thinking that saying this might affect morale, she quickly added, "But Hero Guo and Chief Qiao should be able to defeat them without a doubt."

When Zhang Wuji was young, the Xuanming Elders had kidnapped him. Yu Lianzhou was present at the time and had experienced the Xuanming Palm, knowing its power. Now, recognizing Lu Zhangweng and Hebi Weng, she quickly came over to remind them.

Huang Rong felt a chill in her heart. If these two were far superior to Yu Lianzhou, then only Brother Jing and Qiao Feng could truly guarantee a victory.

The opposing team appears to have four top-tier experts: Golden Wheel Monk, Kumozhi, and the Xuanming Elders. The strength of these four is likely above that of Yang Xiao and Miejue. Winning more than three rounds in this fight would be somewhat dangerous.

But Huang Rong, being quick-witted, immediately changed her mind and whispered to those around her, "I have a way to increase our chances of winning this competition."

Guo Jing quickly asked in a low voice, "How?"

Huang Rong smiled slightly and also whispered, "Brother Jing, do you remember the story of Tian Ji's horse race?"

Guo Jing was momentarily stunned, but Yang Xiao immediately said, "Take your best four-horse and give it to their middle four-horse; take your middle four-horse and give it to their worst four-horse. After three generations of races, Tian Ji will win once and then twice, ultimately winning the Wang family's daughter. Haha, I understand what Madam Guo means."

Huang Rong said, "This competition concerns the fate of the nation. If what I say later offends you, please forgive me, Yang." "Please forgive the Left Envoy and Sect Leader Miejue."

Abbess Miejue remained silent, while Yang Xiao nodded and smiled, "Madam Guo, there's no need to be so polite. I know my own limitations."

Huang Rong smiled slightly and said, "Of the five of us, the weakest are Left Envoy Yang and Sect Leader Miejue. On the other side, the strongest should be the Golden Wheel Monk and Kumārajīva. If our two weakest members are defeated by their two strongest members, then the remaining three will have a very high chance of winning against the Xuanming Elders or Fang Dongbai."

Guo Jing frowned and said, "However, if they choose their opponents in the first and second rounds, then it will probably be our turn to choose in the next three rounds. We don't know who they will send to fight."

Huang Rong nodded and said, "That's right. No matter what, we need to take down the Golden Wheel Monk first, then their only strong point will be Kumārajīva. For example, in the first round we can send out Yang Zuoshi, and in the second round we can observe who they send out. If they send out Kumārajīva, then we can send out the Sect Leader of Annihilation to take down their two strong points. Then the remaining three of us will be able to hold our own against them no matter what."

After a pause, Huang Rong added, "If they send out one of the Xuanming Elders in the second round, then we can send out Young Master Murong to win the second round. At that time, our side will also have Brother Jing." "Against the leader of the Qiao Gang, their upper rank is left with Kumārajīva, their middle rank with one of the Xuanming Elders, and their lower rank, whether it's Fang Dongbai or someone else, our lower rank leader, the Extinction Master, can win."

Then, Huang Rong smiled confidently and continued, "In the third scenario, if they send someone like Fang Dongbai in the second round, then we'll send the Extinction Master. That way, after the second round, we'll still have Brother Jing, the leader of the Qiao Gang, and Young Master Murong to fight against their Kumārajīva and the Xuanming Elders, and we'll still be victorious."

Hearing Huang Rong say this, everyone, knowing her brilliant strategies, nodded in agreement.

Guo Jing said with a hint of worry, "However, if Left Envoy Yang or Sect Leader Miejue faces a powerful enemy, and if the opponent uses ruthless methods, it could be extremely dangerous."

Abbess Miejue snorted coldly and said, "To fight against those barbarian thieves, even death would be worthwhile, and besides, defeat is not necessarily guaranteed!"

Yang Xiao also smiled dashingly and said, "That's right. Let me, Yang, test the skills of that Mongol National Preceptor first."

With that, Yang Xiao gracefully stepped forward and stood in the center of the arena, facing the tall and thin Golden Wheel Monk.

The name of the Left Envoy of the Ming Cult was quite well-known, and many people recognized Yang Xiao. At this moment, everyone was united in their support, disregarding whether he belonged to the Demonic Cult or not, and cheered loudly for Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao thought to himself, "This Tibetan monk is known as the Golden Wheel Dharma King. He is probably skilled in using wheel-type weapons. If I can force him to use his fists and feet, my chances of winning will increase significantly."

Huang Rong had just called him a lowly monk. He was naturally proud and arrogant. He said he didn't care, but he was quite uncomfortable with it. He also had some intention of using this battle to clear his name.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiao loudly proclaimed, "Our land of Shenzhou is a land of etiquette. Since I, Yang, am the first to appear, I will not use weapons, but will use only my bare hands to experience the divine skill of the Dharma King. If the Dharma King wishes to use weapons, please do so; I will have no objection."

The Golden Wheel Dharma King, confident in his own martial arts skills, had few in the world who could withstand him and had not taken Yang Xiao seriously at all. Provoked by Yang Xiao, he did not even take out the golden wheel from his robes, and shouted, "Let's see how many blows you can withstand from this old man!"

With that, he assumed a fighting stance, truly meeting the opponent with both palms.

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Yang Xiao calmed his mind and focused his spirit. He was also a first-rate master, and when he was serious, he exuded a stern demeanor. Coupled with his handsome and dashing appearance, he was indeed quite pleasing to the eye.

After waiting a while, seeing that the Golden Wheel Monk didn't take the initiative to attack, Yang Xiao became impolite and

launched a swift counterattack with a palm strike. The Golden Wheel Monk snorted coldly, advancing instead of retreating, and also struck out with a palm strike, arriving first despite being the one who attacked later.

He was tall and thin, but he practiced the Tantric divine skill, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, possessing the strength of a dragon and an elephant. When he unleashed his palm strike, it was filled with a powerful wind, exceptionally fierce, like the palm of a giant spirit.

Yang Xiao was greatly surprised and dared not take the blow head-on. He quickly changed his move, dodging the attack with a slightly embarrassed air.

Huang Rong, watching from the sidelines, frowned deeply. This monk's palm power was so terrifying that it could probably rival Guo Jing's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

The two fought fiercely. Jinlun Fawang's martial arts were powerful and methodical, with simple yet steady moves. Yang Xiao, on the other hand, did not engage in a direct confrontation with Jinlun Fawang. His movements were unpredictable and his moves varied, sometimes using fist techniques, sometimes palm techniques, and occasionally flicking his fingers with sharp and swift movements, somewhat reminiscent of the Eastern Heretic's Finger Flicking Divine Skill.

Seeing this, Guo Jing couldn't help but ask Huang Rong beside him, "Yang Zuo Shi's finger technique is quite similar to your father's Finger Flicking Skill?"

Huang Rong nodded and said, "Father said that more than twenty years ago, he met a young master near Kunlun Mountain who was quite to his liking, and he told him some of the secrets of the Finger Flicking Skill. Now it seems that the young master back then was actually Yang Xiao."

Guo Jing smiled and said, "Yang Zuo Shi is dashing and talented." "He also disregards all social norms and etiquette, which is somewhat similar to his personality."

Huang Rong rolled her eyes at her husband and scolded, "My father is not as lecherous and immoral as him!" Then, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and she said worriedly, "Left Envoy Yang is truly no match for that monk." After

fighting for dozens of moves, although Yang Xiao tried his best to maneuver with his movements and techniques, he was gradually forced to the point of having no power to fight back by the power of the Golden Wheel Monk's palm.

At this moment, the Golden Wheel Monk struck out with another palm, and Yang Xiao seemed to be forced into a dead end, with no way to avoid it!

Many of the heroes in the crowd exclaimed in surprise, secretly thinking that things were going badly.

But Yang Xiao remained calm. With a flick of his right hand, the Golden Wheel Monk felt a strange suction force, deflecting his palm strike and causing it to miss its mark.

Wang Yuyan, watching from the sidelines, exclaimed softly, "The Great Shift of the Universe! The Left Envoy of Light lives up to his name; he has actually mastered the Ming Cult's signature technique!"

Murong Fu, sitting beside Wang Yuyan, thought to himself, "This Great Shift of the Universe of the Ming Cult is somewhat similar to my Murong family's 'Shift of Stars.' However, its effect seems inferior."

With the aid of the Great Shift of the Universe, Yang Xiao exchanged dozens more blows with the Golden Wheel Monk.

However, his Great Shift of the Universe was only at the second level, and ultimately he was no match for the Golden Wheel Monk's terrifying palm technique, which resembled the power of a dragon and an elephant.

Yang Xiao feinted an attack, jumped out of the circle, raised his hands in surrender, and then coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Although he had used the Great Shift of the Universe to block the Golden Wheel Monk's palm strike, he had still been injured internally and was seriously wounded.

Yang Xiao's defeat was expected, but Huang Rong was not too disappointed. She whispered in her husband's ear, "Brother Jing, if you were to face that Golden Wheel Monk, what are your chances of winning?"

Guo Jing pondered for a moment and said, "If I only use the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, I can only manage a draw at best."

Huang Rong knew that Guo Jing meant that he probably couldn't win with just the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, but if he used both the Ambidextrous Technique and the skills from the Nine Yin Manual, he would still have a certain chance of winning.

After winning the first match, Zhao Min thought to himself, "Since they sent Yang Xiao against the Dharma King in the first match, they must be using the 'lower four against the upper four' tactic. Hmm, the Great Wheel King is forced to come due to the Mongol's power, but I'm afraid he's not really willing to fight with all his might. Guo Jing is the master, so they will definitely save their fight for last, but Qiao Feng is also a top-tier expert. If Kumozhi faces Qiao Feng, he might not be willing to fight to the death." "If that's the case, I'm afraid we'll definitely lose. Rather than that, it's better to let him fight as well. That way, they'll definitely send out their annihilation weapon to counter it, and I can easily win the second match."

Thinking of this, Zhao Min smiled lightly and said in a sweet voice, "We won the first match, so for the second match, please let the Great Wheel King make his move."

The handsome and virtuous Kumārajīva nodded and smiled, slowly walking to the center of the arena.

Huang Rong frowned, vaguely feeling that something was amiss. Zhao Min actually sent out both of her strongest points in the first and second matches?

Could it be that she had other trump cards?

Thinking of this, Huang Rong asked softly, "Brother Jing, are you confident in defeating this Great Wheel King?"

Guo Jing looked at Kumozhi in the center of the arena and felt that his aura was profound and imposing, and his sense of threat was even stronger than that of the Golden Wheel King. He couldn't help but shake his head and said, "This Kumozhi is probably even stronger than the Golden Wheel King. I am not confident that I can definitely defeat him."

Huang Rong knew her husband meant what he said; if he wasn't confident, he really meant it. She thought to herself, "If Brother Jing were confident of defeating this foreign monk, we could let him fight and win this round. Now, we can only let Miejue fight and take him down. If things change, we'll figure something out later. It's a pity Father and Seventh Master aren't here; otherwise, we wouldn't be so passive."

The heroes of the Central Plains were quite disappointed to see Yang Xiao lose the first round, but considering that the Golden Wheel Monk was known as the Mongolian National Preceptor, he was undoubtedly very powerful, so it was acceptable. With Guo Jing, Bei Qiao Feng, and Nan Murong on their side, they figured winning three out of five rounds was still possible.

At this moment, Abbess Miejue walked to the center of the arena. Regardless of whether Kumārajīva opposite her used a weapon or not, she flicked her wrist, and the peerless divine weapon, the Heaven-Slaying Sword, was drawn, its blade flashing and its chilling aura palpable.

Kumārajīva clasped his hands together and said, "Sect Leader Miejue, please make your move." His words were quite respectful, but his expression was calm and collected, seemingly not taking Abbess Miejue too seriously.

In truth, Kumārajīva wasn't entirely devoted to Zhao Min, but Tibet had become a vassal state of Mongolia, and as the Tibetan National Preceptor, he had no choice but to obey the Mongols' orders.

Miejue snorted coldly, holding his sword in one hand, his hand level with his nose. With a slight tremor, the sword tip hummed repeatedly as it swayed nine times from right to left and then from left to right, incredibly fast, yet each sway was crystal clear.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing had already arrived at the scene. He didn't show himself, but instead jumped onto the roof, holding his breath and peering at the duel in the hall. At this time, his Innate Skill had reached the intermediate level, and his internal energy cultivation was already at the level of a Five Greats. In addition, since everyone else's attention was drawn to the fight, naturally no one noticed him.

Zhao Zhijing thought to himself, "This Abbess Miejue is no sham; her swordsmanship is far superior to that of Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji. I'm afraid that among the righteous sects, besides Zhang Sanfeng, there aren't many who can definitively defeat her in swordsmanship."

Then, he glanced at Zhao Min's group, and suddenly his gaze sharpened. Among Zhao Min's group was an elderly man in a Taoist robe, whom he completely disregarded.

Who was this person? Zhao Zhijing had read *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*, but he hadn't encountered such a character before!

Abbess Miejue gave a soft shout, her longsword flashing as she unleashed her signature technique, the Extinction Sword, a sword strike aimed directly at Kumārajīva's vital points. The sword's momentum was fierce and swift, extremely powerful.

Kumārajīva smiled faintly, his right hand forming a palm, slashing out in mid-air. A hissing sound arose in the air, as if a sharp blade were piercing through it—this was none other than the supreme technique, the Flaming Blade!

This Flaming Blade was the signature technique of the Nyingma school of Esoteric Buddhism. Internal energy was concentrated at the edge of the palm; when released, it formed an ethereal blade aura, killing without a trace, making it incredibly terrifying.

Abbess Miejue had never imagined that anyone could unleash a blade of energy. Forgetting about injuring her enemy, she held her Heaven-Slaying Sword horizontally across her chest, blocking Kumārajīva's flaming blade attack, though she was forced back two steps.

The heroes of the Central Plains paled; this foreign monk was incredibly powerful, unleashing a blade of energy in mid-air that seemed like a real longsword striking down—its power was astonishing.

Abbess Miejue's face was ashen. She roared and swiftly attacked again.

However, her strength was far inferior to Kumārajīva's. Furthermore, the advantage of her Heaven-Slaying Sword was only realized in close combat. The Great Wheel King's flaming blade attacks made it impossible for Abbess Miejue to even get close.

After about ten moves, Abbess Miejue was struck in the shoulder by the flaming blade, sending her sprawling out of the arena, blood trickling from her mouth, clearly seriously injured.

She tried to get up and fight again, but Huang Rong, fearing for her safety, immediately conceded defeat.

The Central Plains heroes had now lost two matches in a row, and many below were clamoring. If this competition were to end with a victory for a foreign expert, they would be laughed at.

At this moment, Zhao Min smiled lightly and said, "Since we have already won two matches, we will let you have a chance. We will also send out our third person first." After saying this, an old man in purple robes standing behind her stepped forward; it was Lu Zhangweng, one of the Xuanming Elders.

Zhao Min's actions were clearly disrespectful, and Lu Zhangweng, after entering the arena, arrogantly mocked, "You think the martial arts masters of the Central Plains are so formidable? Just now, I saw they're nothing special. They have many moves, but they're just pretty faces with no substance. I can easily defeat such people with a single Xuanming Divine Palm! Haha!"

These words enraged the heroes of the Central Plains, who wished they could immediately rush forward and kill this arrogant old fool.

At this moment, a loud shout came from the other side: "What's so great about the Xuanming Divine Palm? I, Qiao, will try it out with my Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!"

A burly man leaped into the arena, exuding confidence and imposing presence, drawing cheers from the crowd.

This was the first time Duan Yu had seen Qiao Feng in this realm, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "What a fine man! He must be a tragic and heroic figure from the northern kingdom of Yan and Zhao!"

Since Murong Fu was also going to fight, Wang Yuyan, A'Zhu, A'Bi, Duan Yu, and the others stood with Murong Fu near the center of the hall. Seeing Qiao Feng up close, they felt even more impressed by his confident and imposing presence.

Qiao Feng untied a wine jug from his waist, gulped down a few mouthfuls, then laughed loudly and said, "Who will help me carry this wine jug?" The person

closest to him was A'Zhu. A'Zhu smiled, stepped forward, took the wine jug, and said sweetly, "Chief Qiao, this humble woman will brew wine for you over a red stove. When you return victorious, you can enjoy a hearty drink."

Qiao Feng laughed again, arrogantly saying... "This wine is still warm. We can drink it immediately after killing the thief. Why bother boiling it again?"

After saying this, he turned around and said to Lu Zhangweng, "I, Qiao, will only use the same move to see if your Xuanming Divine Palm can break it with one palm!"

Then he stopped talking, slightly bent his left leg, bent his right arm inward, drew a circle with his right palm, and with a whoosh, pushed it outward. It was the ultimate move of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, Kanglong Youhui!

Qiao Feng's palm strike was astonishing. The force was like a mountain torrent. Lu Zhangweng was shocked. He shouted and used the Xuanming Divine Palm to strike out with his palm, which collided with Qiao Feng's palm.

With a deafening bang, Lu Zhangweng felt his chilling palm strike completely shattered by Qiao Feng's power, unable to penetrate his body at all. The immense force of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms caused his blood to surge, forcing him to involuntarily retreat several steps.

Before he could recover, Qiao Feng unleashed another powerful strike, the "Regretful Dragon Ascending," the same move, but the two palms struck without pause, like waves crashing against the shore.

Lu Zhangweng hurriedly activated his Xuanming Divine Palm again, desperately meeting the attack.

Another deafening bang followed, this time he was forced back seven or eight steps, his face flushed an unnatural red, and a sweet taste rose in his throat; he almost coughed up blood.

However, Qiao Feng's third palm strike arrived, also a move called "Regretful Dragon," its terrifying force surging forth like a tidal wave.

Lu Zhangweng was terrified, but could only manage a weak block. He felt an irresistible force, and was sent flying, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air before crashing to the ground with a thud, clearly suffering internal injuries.

Zhao Min urgently said, "We concede this battle!"

The Xuanming Elders were a vital force under her command and could not be easily lost.

On the rooftop, Zhao Zhijing thought to himself, "Qiao Feng truly has the physique of a Saiyan; he grows stronger with each encounter. Add to that his intoxication, and it's likely no expert of his caliber can withstand a direct confrontation. The Xuanming Elders were already quite weak; if they hadn't fought him head-on, they might have been able to hold their own for a while. But fighting head-on is suicide, so they have no one to blame but themselves."

In the hall, Huang Rong whispered to Guo Jing, "Qiao Feng's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are probably even stronger than Qi Gong's back then."

Seeing that his side had turned the tide, Guo Jing was in high spirits and nodded in praise, "In terms of the exquisite skill in using the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms alone, he's probably the best in history."

In this battle, Qiao Feng defeated his enemy with three palm strikes, winning cleanly and decisively, naturally drawing loud cheers from all the heroes of the Central Plains.

Cheers of "Qiao Feng!" and "Chief Qiao!" filled the air, greatly boosting morale.

A'Zhu stepped forward and handed him the still-warm wine flask. Qiao Feng took the flask, tilted his head back, and downed the rest of the wine in one gulp. Then he laughed heartily and said with an air of heroic grandeur, "Drinking after killing a thief has a unique flavor, haha."

He then turned to A'Zhu and said, "Thank you, young lady."

A'Zhu was overwhelmed by Qiao Feng's heroic spirit, her heart pounding wildly. Her face flushed, and she lowered her head, saying, "Chief Qiao, you're too kind." After saying this, she became even more shy and quickly retreated back into the Murong family's formation.

Huang Rong said softly, "Young Master Murong, based on what I just saw, are you confident in dealing with the Xuanming Elders?"

Murong Fu replied calmly, "If the two Xuanming Elders are evenly matched, I am confident I can win."

Huang Rong nodded and smiled, "Then please, Young Master Murong, step forward."

Huang Rong thought to herself, "If Zhao Min still has any trump cards up her sleeve, she'll probably arrange for them to appear last. As long as Murong Fu can defeat the remaining members of the Xuanming Elders..." "Then , with Brother Jing fighting in the last match, we at least won't lose. Our chances of winning those five matches will be extremely high."

Murong Fu walked into the arena and said loudly, "I am Murong Fu of Canhezhuang, please enlighten me."

Murong Fu was about twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, tall and handsome, with the appearance of a noble young master of the martial arts world. Coupled with the reputation of the Southern Murong, he was indeed the dream lover of many unmarried young women in the martial arts world.

Wang Yuyan stared intently at her form, her face flushed, both excited and proud.

Looking at Wang Yuyan, Duan Yu felt a pang of heartache, thinking to himself, "Duan Yu, you're such a fool! Wang Yuyan's cousin is far superior to you in looks, talent, and martial arts; they are a perfect match. What makes you, Duan Yu, a toad trying to eat swan meat?"

However, despite these thoughts, his eyes remained fixed on Wang Yuyan's stunningly beautiful face, unable to look away even for a moment.

On the rooftop, Zhao Zhijing watched Murong Fu's magnificent entrance, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.

"Hmph, Southern Murong? Ambitious but incompetent, lacking the destiny of a protagonist, yet suffering from the affliction of wanting to be one."

Duan Yu was clearly the heir to the Dali Kingdom. Since you, Murong Fu, were willing to let Wang Yuyan die, why weren't you willing to give her to Duan Yu, the crown prince of Dali?

Given Duan Yu's infatuation with Wang Yuyan, you, Murong Fu, had a lot of room to maneuver in the Dali court.

Later, during the Shaolin battle, when the three brothers Qiao Feng, Xu Zhu, and Duan Yu were besieged, and these three were respectively the Southern King of Liao, the Prince Consort of Western Xia, and the next emperor of Dali, you, Murong Fu, were insane enough to stand on the opposite side?

If you, Murong Fu, had first pretended to befriend Duan Yu, secretly gotten Wang Yuyan pregnant, and then given her to Duan Yu as empress, following the strategy of Lü Buwei, and then climbed up to these three brothers, you could have seized the opportunity to befriend the high-ranking officials of Western Xia and Liao, who had always harbored ambitions to invade Song.

When Xiao Feng lost power in the Liao Kingdom, he volunteered to take his place and conquer the Song Dynasty. With a three-pronged approach, at least a glimmer of hope for restoration could be seen.

Hmph, now they're like headless flies, busying themselves aimlessly; their vision is too small to be worth mentioning.

Seeing Murong Fu enter, Zhao Min chuckled, "Young Master Murong is quite impressive. He Weng, why don't you step forward and test the skills of the Southern Murong?" Then, with her back to the Central Plains heroes, she subtly winked at He Bi Weng.

He Bi Weng nodded slightly to indicate he understood and slowly stepped into the arena.

The two assumed their stances, and He Bi Weng shouted, "Behold my Xuanming Divine Palm!" With that, he unleashed a powerful palm strike.

Murong Fu smiled calmly, clasped his hands together, and pushed them outwards, concealing his strength as He Biweng attacked.

He Biweng's Xuanming Divine Palm struck instantly, but before it fully touched Murong Fu's palm, He Biweng shuddered and stumbled backwards, his face changing drastically as he exclaimed, "You...you also know the Xuanming Divine Palm!? When did you steal it!?"

He then blushed and spat out a small mouthful of blood.

Murong Fu smiled nonchalantly, "Why would I learn your insidious palm technique? Hmph, the martial arts of the Central Plains are profound and extensive; there's no point in arguing with you."

The surrounding heroes erupted in cheers, shouts of "Southern Murong" ringing out repeatedly.

"Using their own methods against them, truly impressive!"

"Southern Murong seems even more formidable than Northern Qiao Feng."

Everyone was elated, feeling that Qiao Feng and Murong Fu had truly displayed the might of the Central Plains martial arts world.

Zhao Min's pretty face darkened, and she loudly proclaimed, "Southern Murong lives up to his reputation, we concede this battle!"

On the rooftop, Zhao Zhijing thought to himself, "Murong Fu's skill is only on par with the Xuanming Elders. Even if he could win through superior techniques, it couldn't have been so easy. There's something fishy going on!"

So far, the Central Plains masters and the foreign masters had each won two matches, resulting in a draw.

In the final match, Guo Jing nodded to Huang Rong and then stepped into the arena first.

Guo Jing's prestige was unmatched; his appearance was met with unprecedented cheers, wishing him victory over his opponent.

On Zhao Min's side, however, a gaunt old man in a Taoist robe stepped out from the crowd.

Who was this man?

The heroes of the Central Plains exchanged bewildered glances, none of them recognizing him.

The old man spoke in a sinister voice: "I have not appeared in the martial world for many years, but upon my return, I have encountered Hero Guo. To be able to compete with one of the world's top masters is truly an honor. I am the Hundred-Loss Taoist, Hero Guo, please."

Upon hearing the name Hundred-Loss Taoist, most people were completely bewildered.

Wang Yuyan was startled and exclaimed in shock, "Daoist Baisun? Isn't that the master of the Xuanming Elders? He's a contemporary of Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang, and he's still alive!?"

Upon hearing Zhang Sanfeng's name, Daoist Baisun's face turned ferocious, and he sneered, "This old Daoist once received a favor from Zhang Sanfeng, hehe, it's etched in my heart, forcing me to live in seclusion for decades. This favor, this old Daoist will have to go to Wudang Mountain sooner or later to repay properly." "A bit, humph!"

Everyone understood that Baisun Daoren was being sarcastic. Many thought to themselves, "Could it be that this old Daoist was dealt with by Zhang Sanfeng back then, which is why he's been silent for so many years? But to escape Zhang Sanfeng's clutches, he must be a formidable expert."

Huang Rong looked worried. She hadn't expected Zhao Min to hold such a trump card. The Xuanming Elders were already extremely powerful, and their master was undoubtedly even more terrifying.

Suddenly facing a powerful enemy, Guo Jing remained calm. He took a step forward, preparing to circulate his inner energy.

However, suddenly, he felt his inner energy stagnate, and then his whole body went weak, causing him to stumble.

Seeing this, Huang Rong's pretty face changed color. Forgetting everything else, she rushed out to support her husband, anxiously asking, "Brother Jing, what's wrong?"

Guo Jing took a deep breath and whispered, "I...I've been poisoned!"

Zhao Min revealed a smug smile, saying, "Great Hero Guo, why didn't you get poisoned earlier or later? It's quite a coincidence that you only got poisoned after hearing the name of the Hundred-Loss Venerable." Her implication was that Guo Jing was afraid of the Hundred-Loss Daoist and was pretending to be poisoned.

Murong Fu also curled his lips. According to his agreement with Zhao Min, he would be the one to go up in a moment, and then the Hundred-Loss Daoist would pretend to be defeated by him. Having defeated the two and turned the tide, his reputation would naturally increase greatly. Then, through some arrangements, he could obtain the position of leader of the martial arts alliance.

Of course, after becoming the leader of the martial arts alliance, he would have to cooperate with the various plans of the Mongols to invade the Southern Song Dynasty. However, being a Xianbei, he was completely indifferent to the fate of the Southern Song. Ideally, the world would be in chaos, so he could seize the opportunity to rebuild the Great Yan Dynasty.

The heroes below were also discussing among themselves. Guo Jing's sudden poisoning was too strange. With so many people in this hall, why was he the only one poisoned? Many people had a hint of suspicion.

Zhao Min smiled calmly and said, "Madam Guo, if Hero Guo is really poisoned, we naturally cannot take advantage of his condition. You should send someone else to fight." With

her husband in trouble, as the saying goes, concern leads to confusion. Huang Rong was truly at a loss and did not know how to deal with it.

Just then, a deep, steady voice suddenly rang out from outside the hall: "This battle, I will take on."

With that, Zhao Zhijing slowly entered, carrying someone in his hand—undoubtedly Yang Guo, whose pressure points had been sealed! Under

everyone

's gaze, Zhao Zhijing, carrying Yang Guo, slowly walked to the center of the arena.

Then, he casually tossed Yang Guo to the ground and said in a low voice, "Zhao Min, originally named Minmin Temur, is a princess of the Ruyang Prince's Mansion in Mongolia!"

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped. This young woman was actually a Mongolian princess?!

Zhao Min's expression changed slightly; this was truly beyond her expectations. But she reacted quickly, staring at Zhao Zhijing and smiling, "This gathering of heroes is a place for martial arts practitioners to gather. I'm just an ordinary person in the martial world right now; my identity is not important."

Then, her eyes sparkled, and she asked in a sweet voice, "Is this Taoist priest the newly appointed leader of the Quanzhen Sect, Master Zhao?"

Zhao Zhijing nodded, his face cold, and turned to Guo Jing, saying, "Great Hero Guo, the poison you've been given is the unique Mongolian Ten Fragrance Bone-Softening Powder, combined with other poisons. The person who poisoned you..." "It's right in front of me!"

Guo Jing had barely managed to suppress the poison and regain his mobility. Seeing Yang Guo lying on the ground, he couldn't help but ask, "Sect Leader Zhao, what happened to Guo'er?"

Zhao Zhijing looked up at the sky and sighed, looking disappointed in Yang Guo. He gritted his teeth and said, "The one who poisoned you is this little thief who recognized a bandit as his father!"

Guo Jing didn't know that Yang Guo had acted as a guide during the Jin army's attack on Chongyang Palace. At this moment, he felt incredulous and trembled, unable to speak.

Zhao Zhijing lamented, "The destruction of my Quanzhen Sect's foundation is all thanks to this Jin prince, Wanyan Guo, leading the way! Haha!"

Huang Rong recalled Zhao Zhijing's intense hatred upon first arriving and hearing Yang Guo's name, and couldn't help but think, "Could it be that Guo'er, like his father Yang Kang, considers himself a Jin person and has defected to the Jin?"

Zhao Min's expression turned grave. He thought, "Could it be that Zhao Zhijing captured Wanyan Guo and forced him to reveal this? This is troublesome. He is Wanyan Honglie's grandson; we must rescue him no matter what. I clearly told him to return to the Jin immediately after the deed was done, but he disobeyed my orders."

Zhao Min's plan was extremely ruthless, a brilliant move that killed several birds with one stone.

Guo Jing was a major threat to the Mongols; he absolutely could not be allowed to sit in the position of martial arts alliance leader. So Zhao Min first gathered the best fighters she could find, intending to disrupt the Heroes' Gathering.

Meanwhile, she had Yang Guo secretly poison Guo Jing, ideally at a crucial moment in the fight, causing Guo Jing's immediate defeat and severely damaging his reputation. Of course, the timing of the poison's onset couldn't be perfectly precise, but it wouldn't be too far off.

Secondly, she secretly contacted Murong Fu, devising a plan to elevate this ambitious man to the position of leader of the Central Plains martial arts world.

Even if Murong Fu later outwardly complied but inwardly defied her, it wouldn't matter; he was definitely not on the same side as the Southern Song Dynasty and would inevitably cause trouble to benefit the Mongol invasion.

The entire situation unfolded almost exactly as Zhao Min had planned, but unexpectedly, at the very last step, a twist occurred, leading to an unforeseen accident.

She gritted her teeth inwardly, thinking, "Luckily, I arranged for the Eight Heroes of Divine Arrows to provide backup outside. If things go wrong, I can snatch Wanyan Guo and force my way out. Hmm, now I'll have Venerable Baisun fight this Zhao Zhijing, and it would be best if he killed this guy who knows so many secrets on the spot. Then, as agreed, I'll lose to Murong Fu. That way, the plan will be mostly successful."

Guo Jing stared in disbelief at Yang Guo on the ground, his face flashing with pain, disappointment, anger, and many other emotions. He swayed and asked in a hoarse voice, "Guo'er, is it...is it really you?" Even someone as composed as him, who would remain unmoved in the face of a collapsing mountain, had his voice trembling.

Yang Guo's acupoints were sealed, preventing him from speaking, but his eyes were cold and sharp as blades, fixed on Guo Jing.

At this moment, Yang Guo's mental state was somewhat resigned to his fate. In his eyes, his Uncle Guo and Aunt Guo, who had been kind to him before, were hypocritical and righteous murderers of his father. His only aunt, who had been good to him, had been secretly having an affair with someone else, which made him feel utterly hopeless and that he might as well die.

Zhao Zhijing said in a deep voice, "Great Hero Guo, you have been ambushed by this little thief Yang Guo. Go back and recuperate to expel the poison. As for this old ghost who has been hiding in his rat hole for decades, I will take care of him."

Murong Fu, who was standing to the side, saw Cheng Yaojin suddenly appear. Wouldn't that ruin his plan? He quickly stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Sect Leader Zhao, the Xuanming Elders are quite powerful, and this Hundred Loss Daoist, as their master, is probably even more formidable. This competition concerns the fate of the Great Song Dynasty and cannot be taken lightly. Perhaps it would be better to leave it to me to deal with him."

Zhao Zhijing smiled and said, "Young Master Murong, do you perhaps believe that your kung fu is superior to that of the Quanzhen Sect?"

As he finished speaking, a golden light suddenly flashed across his face, and then he flicked his right sleeve, unleashing a powerful aura towards Murong Fu.

Murong Fu had not expected Zhao Zhijing to attack so suddenly, and he didn't have time to use the Star Shift technique. He quickly raised both palms to block, and with a bang, he was actually forced back four or five steps.

The martial arts heroes below were immediately astonished. In their eyes, the Southern Murong, who had just "easily" defeated the Xuanming Elders, was probably even more skilled than the Northern Qiao Peak. And this new Quanzhen Sect Leader had been able to easily repel him—could his martial arts be even superior to Murong Fu's?

Both sides had won two matches so far, so this final match was crucial to determining the winner. Naturally, it would be best for the person with the highest martial arts to go up. Seeing Zhao Zhijing repel Murong Fu, they loudly called out to Zhao Zhijing, calling him "Master Zhao" and "Sect Leader Zhao" repeatedly.

Murong Fu's face turned ashen, but he was also secretly alarmed. This Zhao Zhijing's skill was far superior to his own; even using the "Star Shift" technique, he probably wouldn't be a match for him.

Then, the cheers of the crowd for Zhao Zhijing reached his ears. Murong Fu couldn't help but snort coldly, retreating silently to his original position, secretly vowing revenge on the Quanzhen Sect Leader before him as his greatest enemy.

Seeing her beloved cousin's setback, Wang Yuyan quickly stepped forward, taking Murong Fu's hand to offer words of comfort.

However, Murong Fu, stubborn and extremely concerned with his image, was currently enraged and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

With that, he flung Wang Yuyan several steps away, almost causing her to fall.

Duan Yu, startled, rushed forward to help his goddess. But he immediately remembered the sage's teachings about the proper separation of men and women, and quickly withdrew his hand, standing behind Wang Yuyan, thinking to himself, "Although it's inconvenient for me to help her, if Miss Wang falls, I'll catch her from behind; I can't let her fall to the ground."

However, whether he truly wanted Wang Yuyan to avoid falling, or hoped she would bump into him, Duan Yu himself probably didn't know.

Qiao Feng, standing nearby, had originally intended to step forward and take over the battle, but seeing Zhao Zhijing easily defeat Murong Fu, he had always assumed that Southern Murong and himself, Northern Qiao Feng, were roughly equal in strength, and therefore mistakenly believed that Zhao Zhijing's strength should also surpass his own, so he refrained from stepping forward.

Zhao Zhijing didn't look at Murong Fu again. He turned his head, took a few steps, and stood directly in front of Baisun Daoren, facing him.

At this moment, his hair was combed into a high bun, his gray-blue Daoist robe was spotless, his face was calm, and a long sword hung at his waist. His whole person exuded a kind of tranquil and inactive, ethereal charm, truly the demeanor of a master.

Bai Sun Daoist was trembling with anger at Zhao Zhijing's impolite insults. He then shouted, "Considering seniority, Wang Chongyang is at most my equal. If he had met me back then, I'm afraid he might not have won the title of the greatest under heaven! Today, let me, this old Daoist, teach Wang Chongyang's disciples a lesson!"

Zhao Zhijing chuckled lightly, disdainfully saying, "If you had met our own patriarch Chongyang instead of Zhang Zhenren of Wudang back then, you would have long since turned to dust, and wouldn't be making such a racket today."

Bai Sun Daoist roared, refusing further words, and unleashed his Xuanming Divine Palm.

A golden light flashed across Zhao Zhijing's face as he fully activated his Innate Skill, which had reached the intermediate level, and also struck out with his own palm!

With a bang, the two took a step back, resulting in a draw.

Daoist Baisun was greatly surprised. This Daoist looked to be no more than thirty years old, yet he could match his nearly hundred years of cultivation? Moreover, the cold poison of his Xuanming Divine Palm seemed to have no effect on him at all.

Zhao Zhijing thought to himself, "Just as I thought. Top-tier Yang-style martial arts are the nemesis of the Xuanming Divine Palm. I reckon the Nine Yang Divine Skill, Pure Yang Limitless Skill, and Innate Skill can all somewhat restrain the Xuanming Divine Palm. In this way, even without that trump card, I can defeat this old scoundrel. Although he is considered a master of the Four Absolutes level, he doesn't pose much of a threat to me."

The two clashed again. Zhao Zhijing used the most exquisite Frost-Treading Ice-Breaking Palm of the Quanzhen Sect, mixed with ultimate techniques from the Nine Yin Manual, such as the Great Subduing Demon Fist and the Nine Yin Divine Claw, to resist Baisun Daoren's Xuanming Divine Palm technique.

In fact, the martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect become more exquisite the deeper one practices them, especially the sect with the Innate Skill, whose power is multiplied, and it is no less than any divine skill or ultimate technique.

Unfortunately, the Chongyang Divine Skill was defeated by the likes of Ma Yuqiu Chuji, and only now, in the hands of Zhao Zhijing, has it regained its dazzling brilliance!

At this moment, Guo Jing is circulating his qi to expel the poison. Although the Ten Fragrant Muscle-Softening Powder is troublesome, given time, he can still force it out.

He exclaimed, "I never imagined that the Quanzhen Sect's palm techniques could unleash such power. I underestimated them before."

Huang Rong added, "Looking at Qiu Chuji and the others' skills, I never understood why Father lost to Wang Chongyang. Now it seems Wang Chongyang truly deserves to be called the number one martial artist in the world. However, Brother Jing, you've seen this Master Zhao before, and his martial arts were far inferior to what they are now. Could it be that the legend of Chongyang possessing him is actually true?"

Baisun Daoren and Zhao Zhijing exchanged blows, their palm winds scattering everywhere. Those watching nearby felt the strong winds hitting their faces and unconsciously retreated, revealing a large circle at the point of their clash. The

surrounding crowd cheered and discussed amongst themselves.

"Do you think Master Zhao of the Quanzhen Sect can win? It seems like it's a draw right now."

"Nonsense, he'll definitely win. The Quanzhen Sect is the most prestigious sect in the world. How can the Quanzhen Sect leader be compared to those foreign tribes?"

"Who do you think is better, Master Zhao or Hero Guo?"

"Uh... that's hard to say. They're both among the best in the world, right?"

"I think Hero Guo is a little better."

"Pah, I think Master Zhao is stronger."

Wen Tailai and Luo Bing were also watching the fight intently. Ever since Zhao Zhijing came in, Wen Tailai hadn't taken his eyes off the fight. It was him, it was him who slept with Bing'er… Recalling Luo Bing masturbating while calling out this man's name, Wen Tailai felt a bitter taste in his mouth, unsure of what it was.

Luo Bing also looked at Zhao Zhijing with trepidation. Her husband had found out about their affair, and seeing him again now filled her with mixed emotions.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing displayed his prowess, gradually subduing Baisun Daoren. Luo Bing watched with admiration, thinking that Daoist Zhao was truly a first-rate hero.

Her husband said he wanted to borrow a seed; if… if she could borrow Daoist Zhao's seed, wouldn't she be able to give birth to a little hero?

Knowing she was wrong, Luo Bing couldn't help but recall the night she and Zhao Zhijing had made love. His thick, large, hot, and firm penis had made her truly understand the pleasure of being a woman, completely captivating her. She had even let him take her virgin anus.

As she thought about it, her gaze drifted to Zhao Zhijing's lower body, imagining the enormous dragon hidden beneath his loose Taoist robe.

However, she immediately trembled, averted her gaze, and cursed herself inwardly: "Luo Bing, Luo Bing, how...how could you be so lewd, looking...looking at a man's...ugh...so shameful..."

Two or three months had passed since her lovemaking with Zhao Zhijing, yet she couldn't forget the maddening pleasure. Even now, watching from the sidelines, she felt a surge of desire.

Bai Sun Dao Ren and Zhao Zhijing were evenly matched in skill, but Bai Sun Dao Ren was nearly a hundred years old, and his physical strength and energy couldn't compare to Zhao Zhijing's prime.

As time went on, he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

Murong Fu, watching from the sidelines, was ashen-faced and burning with anxiety. If Zhao Zhijing were to defeat Baisun Daoren, wouldn't his dream of becoming the leader of the martial arts world be shattered? However, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he couldn't resort to any underhanded tactics, making him as anxious as an ant on a hot plate.

Baisun Daoren's face was contorted with rage; he simply couldn't believe he had lost to Wang Chongyang's grand-disciple. He roared repeatedly, constantly gathering his inner strength, unleashing a series of Xuanming Divine Palm strikes, determined to regain the upper hand.

This initial offensive was quite effective, actually allowing him to regain a certain advantage.

Zhao Zhijing had been constantly provoking Baisun Daoren to drive him to madness. In Jin Yong's world, the spiritual cultivation of many masters is abysmal compared to Huang Yi's world. There's no real distinction between realms; sheer strength, powerful breath, and skillful techniques are enough to overwhelm an opponent, with very few capable of fighting opponents of higher levels.

Compared to Bai Sun Dao Ren, Zhao Zhijing's advantage lies in his youth and abundant energy. However, Bai Sun Dao Ren is still a master of the same level, so Zhao Zhijing is deliberately feigning weakness to lure his enemy into a full-scale attack.

In fact, Murong Fu's eagerness to accept this duel has already given Zhao Zhijing a fairly good idea of the whole situation.

Zhao Min's primary goal is undoubtedly to prevent Guo Jing from ascending to the throne of the martial arts alliance leader, and Murong Fu is likely Zhao Min's pawn. Murong Fu's martial arts skills were definitely no match for Bai Sun Dao Ren, yet he actively sought this match. The only explanation is that he knew Bai Sun Dao Ren would let him win, just like He Bi Weng did. It's likely that Zhao Min had a hidden plan, allowing Murong Fu to surpass Qiao Feng and Guo Jing and ascend to the throne of martial arts alliance leader.

At this point, Bai Sun Dao Ren appeared to have a significant advantage, causing the Central Plains heroes watching to secretly worry.

Duan Yu, who had received a great favor from Zhao Zhijing, was naturally very nervous. He asked Wang Yuyan beside him, "Miss Wang, do you think Master Zhao can win?"

Wang Yuyan, who had been watching the battle closely, shook her head and said, "Although Master Zhao is at a disadvantage, his moves and movements are flawless, and his defense is very tight. Even if he can't win..." "I'll win, and I doubt I'll lose either."

Duan Yu murmured, "But I wonder why Daoist Zhao isn't using the Lingbo Weibu technique?"

Baisun Daoist unleashed his palms with all his might, but Zhao Zhijing remained as steadfast as a rock on a beach, unmoved by the crashing waves, firmly guarding his position, leaving the increasingly determined Baisun Daoist helpless.

Zhao Zhijing thought to himself, "That's about enough."

Suddenly, he flashed, finally unleashing the Lingbo Weibu (Lingbo Steps), instantly breaking free from the enveloping palm strike of Baisun Daoren. He then instantly shifted from defense to offense, unleashing the Treading Frost Breaking Ice Palm, perfectly suited to the Innate Skill, its violent force striking directly at his enemy.

Baisun Daoren had never seen such miraculous footwork as Lingbo Weibu. He only felt his enemy's figure blur, somehow circling behind him from an almost impossible angle, before the terrifying, extremely powerful palm strike approached his vital back.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing's old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet arisen. In haste, he turned and parried with his palm, forcing Zhao Zhijing back three steps, his blood churning.

In truth, Daoist Baisun was indeed incredibly powerful. His insidious Xuanming Palm gave him a significant advantage in battles against masters of the same level. Unfortunately, this time he encountered Zhao Zhijing, whose Innate Skill was one of the few extremely Yang internal energies in the world capable of countering the Xuanming Palm, preventing him from fully utilizing his greatest advantage.

Zhao Zhijing, seizing the initiative, continued his relentless attack, unleashing his Innate Skill at full power, leaving Daoist Baisun only able to parry and utterly powerless to retaliate.

Seeing the tide turn, the heroes of the Central Plains were all overjoyed, cheering and encouraging him incessantly.

Seeing Zhao Zhijing's incredible prowess, Luo Bing was deeply moved. She felt that Zhao Zhijing, carrying the destiny of the Central Plains and fighting against the alien masters, was like a hero riding on colorful clouds, exuding captivating masculine spirit.

From a young age, she harbored immense hatred for the alien invaders, which was why she later joined the Red Flower Society. Zhao Zhijing's current display of overwhelming the alien masters seemed to strike a chord with her, and she thought to herself, "So powerful! Daoist Zhao is truly mighty… uh… mighty and strong!"

However, her beautiful face suddenly flushed red; she couldn't believe that Zhao Zhijing's martial arts and lewd skills were also mighty.

Zhao Min's face was ashen. She hadn't expected her seemingly flawless plan to encounter such a turn of events.

Before coming, she had carefully investigated the experts participating in the Central Plains Tournament, and the five fighters chosen by the Central Plains heroes were all within her expectations.

Zhao Zhijing was clearly only a third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. Although Wanyan Guo had mentioned his martial arts were not bad, she had assumed he was at most at the level of Abbess Miejue. Who would have thought that the new leader of the Quanzhen Sect would be a master of the Four Absolutes level?

Seeing that Baisun Daoren was completely overwhelmed and had no chance to fight back, Zhao Min sighed softly and said, "We concede this round!"

The crowd below erupted in cheers!

Except for Kumārajīva, everyone on Zhao Min's side looked rather grim. Zhao Min gave a few brief instructions, then took two steps forward and said softly to Zhao Zhijing, "Master Zhao of Quanzhen Sect, I'll remember you. We'll meet again someday."

With that, he turned and left, as if about to depart.

Suddenly, however, the Golden Wheel Monk, Kumārajīva, the two Xuanming Elders, and A'da, A'er, A'san, and others all rushed out, launching a surprise attack on the Central Plains heroes.

Kumārajīva leaped up like a large bird, pouncing on Duan Yu, and laughed, "Young Master Duan, come with me." As he spoke, his Flaming Blade was already unleashed, slashing down from mid-air.

Seeing this, Qiao Feng stepped forward, shouted, and unleashed the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, a move called Flying Dragon in the Sky, striking directly at Kumozhi's fiery blade force, blocking the powerful Great Wheel King.

Meanwhile, the Golden Wheel Monk was directly attacking the poisoned Guo Jing!

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing was still facing the Hundred-Loss Daoist and naturally couldn't extricate himself.

Murong Fu, however, wore a cold smile and, without being noticed, shrank back, refusing to come to Guo Jing's aid.

Fortunately, Guo Jing was surrounded by skilled members of the Beggars' Sect like Lu Youjiao, Shi Huolong, and Ma Dayuan, as well as Zhu Ziliu, a disciple of the Southern Emperor, who together rushed forward to block Guo Jing.

But the Golden Wheel Monk suddenly turned, bypassing their interception, and passed behind the group of heroes. He grabbed Guo Fu, who was watching the spectacle, and forced aside several skilled fighters who tried to block his way. He then rushed towards the exit of the Lu Family Manor.

Huang Rong was shocked and cried out, "Fu'er!" She immediately gave chase.

Zhao Minjiao shouted, "Go!"

All the alien experts immediately retreated and rushed towards the door.

A silvery laugh rang out: "Madam Guo, if you want to rescue your precious daughter, take Yang Guo to the border region. One for one, hehe."

It turned out that Zhao Min, seeing Yang Guo being so closely guarded and figuring rescue unlikely, had decided to target Guo Fu, capturing the young lady as a hostage to exchange for Yang Guo.

The heroes of the Central Plains were momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered. Over two hundred men drew their weapons and gave chase. During this,

Wen Tailai shouted, "You dog thief, release my wife!"

Zhao Zhijing glanced over and saw that the old lecher Lu Zhangweng had actually captured Luo Bing and was rushing away, with Wen Tailai giving chase.

The heroes chased after the group of foreign experts out of the manor. It was already night, and as soon as they stepped outside, they heard a hissing sound as numerous arrows flew towards them, instantly wounding a large group of Central Plains martial artists.

Zhao Zhijing immediately realized that Zhao Min had deployed the Eight Divine Arrows outside Lu Family Manor, but these arrows posed no threat to him.

He used his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to relentlessly pursue Lu Zhangweng, who had captured Luo Bing, quickly closing the distance.

Zhao Zhijing unleashed a series of palm strikes, forcing Lu Zhangweng to deviate from his planned escape route and crash into the dense forest.

In truth, if Zhao Zhijing had exerted all his strength, he could have caught up, but he held back, merely lingering behind Lu Zhangweng, occasionally striking to force him away.

As the two chased each other into the depths of the dense forest, a cold glint flashed in Zhao Zhijing's eyes. He suddenly accelerated, instantly leaping behind Lu Zhangweng and unleashing the Great Subduing Demon Fist from the Nine Yin Manual, striking Lu Zhangweng squarely in the back.

Lu Zhangweng was terrified. He had been instantly aroused by the sight of the sexy young woman, Luo Bing, and had seized the opportunity to capture her, intending to enjoy her once they were safe.

He hadn't expected this Quanzhen Taoist, whom even his master, Baisun Daoren, was no match for, to be chasing him. Now, he couldn't care less about enjoying himself; with a flick of his wrist, he threw Luo Bing behind him and fled for his life.

Zhao Zhijing caught Luo Bing with one hand and shouted, "Old Ghost Xuanming, don't even think about getting away!" At the same time, he pretended to be unable to stop in time, and the force of the Great Subduing Demon Fist knocked him unconscious.

He chased after him for a few steps, then stopped and let Lu Zhangweng escape.

It would take some effort to kill Lu Zhangweng, who was determined to escape, but there wasn't that much time now. Zhao Zhijing looked at the unconscious Luo Bing in his hand, a lewd smile appearing on his lips. He took out a bottle of strong aphrodisiac from his pocket... Last time, he had made Luo Bing so infatuated that the beautiful woman inadvertently revealed the secret that her husband Wen Tailai's penis was no longer viable. Zhao Zhijing, carrying the unconscious Luo Bing, returned to search carefully and soon found his target. He saw Wen Tailai alone, anxiously searching through the jungle. The two evil elders of Xuanming had captured his wife, Luo Bing, leaving Wen Tailai terrified. He hated himself for his incompetence in failing to protect her and worried about what might have happened to her. He continued searching, gradually venturing deeper into the jungle, and vaguely spotted footprints on the muddy ground. Following the tracks, he finally found her. His beloved wife lay unconscious under a large tree, her clothes intact, seemingly unharmed, which relieved him greatly. He quickly stepped forward, picked up Luo Bing, and casually released the sealed acupoints. A moment later, Luo Bing slowly woke up. Wen Tailai held his beloved wife tightly, asking with concern, "Bing'er, how are you feeling? Is there anything wrong?"

Luo Bing trembled slightly, shook her head gently, and suddenly hugged her husband tightly, her trembling becoming even more violent.

Wen Tailai was startled, turned his wife to face him, and saw that his beautiful wife's charming eyes were now shooting out a burning flame, her fair face flushed, and her breathing rapid, as if she was enduring something.

Luo Bing suddenly buried her head in Wen Tailai's shoulder, moaning like a kitten in heat, and murmured in a dazed expression, "Fourth Brother... Bing'er... Bing'er is so hot... so... so wanting..."

Wen Tailai's expression changed drastically. His wife had been drugged with aphrodisiacs? Recalling that Lu Zhangweng, who had just captured him, was rumored to be a very lewd and lustful villain, he feared that his wife had been drugged by him. But why would that old man Lu Zhang leave his wife here?

He saw Luo Bing looking dazed, biting her lip, her jade-like hand reaching inside Wen Tailai's clothes, groping him impatiently. Clearly, the aphrodisiac was very potent.

Wen Tailai said urgently, "Bing'er, you, you have to bear with it. I'll definitely find a way." Feeling his wife's body growing hotter in his arms, Wen Tailai panicked, picked her up, and tried to return to Lu Family Village.

He had only run a few steps when he couldn't help but think to himself, "Although there are some people in Lu Family Village who know a little about medicine, there aren't any highly skilled doctors. I'm afraid they might not be able to cure that old dog Xuanming's aphrodisiac. Moreover, if people find out that Bing'er has fallen into Lu Zhangweng's hands and has been drugged, who knows what kind of rumors will spread? Bing'er and I will never be able to face anyone again."

Wen Tailai also knew that the best way to cure the aphrodisiac was to have a good time with her and make her ejaculate, which would relieve most of the pain. However, because he had been seriously injured in the past, damaging his kidney meridians, he was no longer able to have sex, and at this moment he could only watch helplessly.

Luo Bing was currently delirious, only feeling an unbearable itch down there, and just wanting something to be inserted to stop the itch. Her little hand had already slipped inside Wen Tailai's pants, playing with his soft penis, but Wen Tailai's penis didn't react at all.

Just then, there was a rustling in the jungle, and Zhao Zhijing, looking slightly tired, emerged from the trees, saying indignantly, "That old ghost Xuanming still managed to escape."

Looking up and seeing Wen Tailai carrying Luo Bing, he quickly said, "Fourth Master Wen, I just chased after that old ghost Xuanming, forcing him to abandon Madam Wen. But he claimed that Madam Wen was poisoned by him. I didn't know if it was true or not, so I turned back after a short chase. Fortunately, you arrived in time, Fourth Master Wen. I wonder if Madam Wen is alright?"

Wen Tailai felt a pang of bitterness upon seeing the Quanzhen Sect Leader Zhao, who had just displayed such power.

This is the man! This man slept with my wife!

Luo Bing felt even hotter at this moment and couldn't help but groan.

Zhao Zhijing's expression changed. He took two steps forward, looking at Luo Bing's flushed face, and said in a deep voice, "It's true! Madam Wen has really been poisoned by that old ghost Xuanming's lustful poison!"

Wen Tailai barely managed to remain calm and asked, "Master Zhao, do you have any way to help?"

Zhao Zhijing's expression was grave. He nodded and said, "Let me take Madam Wen's pulse."

After saying that, Zhao Zhijing pretended to take Luo Bing's pulse. After a while, he shook his head and said, "This lustful poison is extremely potent. Even I, a humble Taoist, cannot expel it. To cure it, I'm afraid Wen Sixia must quickly have intercourse with Madam Wen. If you delay any longer, I'm afraid her blood will boil and she will be consumed by lust."

Wen Tailai's face turned pale. He himself! "How can I detoxify my wife if I can't get an erection myself?"

Seeing Wen Tailai standing there in a daze, Zhao Zhijing said again, "What's wrong? Don't worry, Wen Sixia, I will go back along the way right now and intercept anyone heading in this direction. I will make sure this matter is not exposed. After you're done, Wen Sixia, take Madam Wen back to Lu Family Manor on your own. There's no need to say too much. Just tell others that you rescued Madam Wen yourself."

After saying that, he turned around and walked back the way he came, saying as he walked, "Madam Wen can't delay any longer. Please act quickly, Wen Sixia."

Watching Zhao Zhijing's figure gradually disappear, Wen Tailai was truly at a loss.

Seeing Luo Bing's body growing hotter and hotter, her mind already clouded by lust, his love for his wife overwhelmed everything. He called out in a hoarse voice, "Master Zhao, please wait!"

Zhao Zhijing, who had his back to Wen Tailai, revealed a smug, lewd smile. But when he turned around, his expression was extremely serious. He asked in a deep voice, "Fourth Master Wen, what is it?"

Wen Tailai opened his mouth slightly, but could not speak. His face was contorted. After a while, he gasped and said intermittently, "Please...please Master Zhao, in my place...in my place...in my place, save Bing'er..."

As soon as he said this, Wen Tailai seemed to lose all strength and became completely lifeless.

Zhao Zhijing looked astonished, frowning as he said, "How could this be! I am a recluse, how could I do such a thing!? Wen Si Xia, what are your intentions in saying such things!"

Wen Tailai also spoke up at this point, forcing a smile as he said, "Daoist Zhao, you... you already had that thing with Bing'er before, so if you do it again this time, you can't blame me for being presumptuous."

Zhao Zhijing's face turned cold, and he shouted, "She actually said it!? I sacrificed thirty years of my secluded cultivation to save her life, using my primordial yang..." He tried his best to detoxify her. She had sworn before him that she would never reveal a word about this matter! Yet she broke her promise and leaked it!?"

Wen Tailai felt a hint of murderous intent in Zhao Zhijing's words and was startled. He thought to himself, "He is the new leader of the Quanzhen Sect, and he is most concerned about his reputation. If he is afraid that this matter will affect his image, he might kill us to silence us!"

However, if he did not find a way to detoxify Luo Bing now, his beloved wife might really be in danger. Wen Tailai, a burly man, his face now deathly pale, suddenly knelt down with a thud, kowtowing and pleading, "I beg you, Master Zhao, to save my wife's life! We promise we will never reveal this matter. If we break this promise, may I be punished by heaven and earth, and die without a burial place!"

Although Zhao Zhijing's face was as cold as frost, he was inwardly extremely pleased, secretly laughing, "Since you're begging me to have sex with your wife, I'll reluctantly oblige, haha."

He helped Wen Tailai, who was still about to kowtow, up, feigning great difficulty, and said, "Fourth Master Wen, don't be like this! This humble Daoist isn't unreasonable..." "Human life is of paramount importance, so I agree."

After saying this, he looked up to the sky and sighed, "Alas, as the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, I should be pure and self-disciplined, severing all worldly desires. Who would have thought that the world is so unpredictable, forcing me to break my vows again. Wen Sixia, go back the way you came and see if anyone is coming this way. If so, lead them in another direction. I will rescue them now and must not be disturbed."

A moment later, watching Wen Tailai's trembling figure gradually disappear into the distance, Zhao Zhijing grinned lewdly, placed Luo Bing on the grass, and began to undress her with both hands.

Filled with bitterness, Wen Tailai quickly retraced his steps, only to find no one following in that direction. He immediately returned to his original spot.

Just as he approached, he heard a seductive woman's moans.

"Ah! It's Bing'er!"

Wen Tailai quickened his pace, peering through the grass towards the central meadow, and was instantly overwhelmed by the sight.

There lay his incomparably beautiful wife, Luo Bing, naked on the grass, her snow-white, voluptuous body shimmering alluringly in the darkness. The Taoist

priest Zhao was also naked, his hands grasping his wife's full breasts, kneading and teasing her until she let out ecstatic moans.

Wen Tailai clenched his teeth so tightly they almost bled, and as he looked down, he gasped for breath.

So thick!

He saw that Master Zhao's erect penis was already hard between Luo Bing's legs, thick and long, exuding a menacing aura, making Wen Tailai feel ashamed of himself.

Even when he was healthy, he was at most half the size and length of this man's. Such a terrifying thing had actually entered his wife's body!?

Zhao Zhijing had already noticed Wen Tailai peeping, but he didn't say anything. His penis immediately hardened further, and he thought to himself, "Haha, the Daoist is fucking your wife right in front of you, just watch!"

Meanwhile, under the influence of the aphrodisiac, Luo Bing was burning with lust. She felt waves of tingling pleasure emanating from the depths of her soul, an unbearable emptiness. In her dazed state, she saw Zhao Zhijing's face and couldn't help but recall... Overwhelmed by the boundless pleasure this man had brought her, she couldn't help but moan, "Master Zhao... ah... ah... come in quickly..."

Zhao Zhijing, holding his stiff penis, moved it to Luo Bing's vulva, feigning a heavy expression, and said solemnly, "Madam Wen, I'm sorry, I've offended you!" After saying that, his large glans rubbed up and down against Luo Bing's already wet mons pubis, but he stubbornly refused to penetrate her.

Luo Bing felt the man's hard penis constantly scraping against her vagina, making her unbearably itchy. She couldn't help but moan, "Ugh...no...hurry...hurry and put it in...ah...Bing'er...Bing'er is so itchy...ugh...come in quickly..."

Wen Tailai, who was standing next to her, was dumbfounded. He had never seen his wife so wanton before, and he felt a pang of pain in his heart.

With his back to Wen Tailai, Zhao Zhijing telepathically spoke to Luo Bing, "What does Bing'er want? Do you want a big cock? Tell me and I'll give it to you."

Luo Bing was already dizzy and cried out without hesitation, "Bing'er wants... wants a big cock... give it to Bing'er quickly... waaaah... Daoist... quickly put your big cock into Bing'er's body... ah... Bing'er is so itchy... waaaah..."

Wen Tailai could only gasp for breath as the man's cock pressed against the flesh between his wife's legs and slowly entered her.

The enormous glans stretched open the wet, fleshy opening, widening the two tender labia. Then, the thick, long penis slowly entered. Luo Bing's face showed satisfaction. Her hands and feet clung to the man's body like an octopus, hoping that his penis would penetrate even deeper.

"Ah...so thick...such a thick penis...ah ah...so swollen...ooh...ah...ah...Taoist Master...ah ah..." The man's penis thrust in heavily and repeatedly, incredibly hard and incredibly hot. Luo Bing felt as if she had been parched for a long time and finally received rain. Intense pleasure instantly exploded from the depths of her soul, spreading to every corner of her body.

Watching his wife's dazed state, Wen Tailai felt as if each inch of that thick thing penetrated was a knife cutting into his heart, and that penis was so thick and long that it could reach places he had never been before.

"All of it, it's all the way in, my god, something so thick can actually go all the way in." Wen Tailai's gaze was fixed on the part of Zhao Zhijing and Luo Bing that was joined together, and he saw that their genitals were in close contact, his wife's vagina was completely stretched open, and a lot of crystal clear lustful fluid was dripping down her thighs.

Zhao Zhijing had already begun to thrust, and Luo Bing was in a daze, completely unaware that her husband Wen Tailai was watching, and began to moan lewdly with each thrust.

"Ah...insert...ah...harder...ah ah...so good...it feels so good...ah...ah ah...Taoist Master...ah...your is so big...ah ah...so good...woo...woo woo...ah ah...I can't take it anymore...ah..."

Zhao Zhijing enjoyed the tight pressure of this beautiful wife's flower room, and increased the speed of his thrusting, asking in a secret voice transmission, "Is it because my cock is thick, or..." "Is it your husband's thicker?"

Luo Bing's mind was completely controlled by lust and pleasure. She blurted out, "Taoist Master... ah... woo woo... Taoist Master's penis... is thicker... harder and bigger... ah ah... much stronger... woo... ah ah ah..."

Wen Tailai's eyes were bloodshot, his heart breaking. His beloved wife had been fucked so hard by her lover that she was even saying such things...

How despicable! He gritted his teeth, suddenly turned around, and walked away, no longer wanting to stay in this place.

Hearing Wen Tailai leave, Zhao Zhijing didn't care, focusing on enjoying Luo Bing's full and sexy body.

This wasn't their first time together, so their coordination was naturally smooth and practiced. Completely relaxed, Luo Bing gripped the man's waist, using the momentum to thrust her hips upwards, making the penetration even more pleasurable. Her red lips constantly exhaled hot breaths, occasionally punctuated by high-pitched moans—truly alluring.

After a while, Zhao Zhijing changed positions, having Luo Bing stand up, leaning against a small tree, her buttocks raised towards him.

He, standing, penetrated her from behind, his hands reaching forward to embrace the alluring young woman, his palms covering her captivating breasts, kneading them as he thrust.

Wen Tailai waited for a full half hour, but Zhao Zhijing and Luo Bing still hadn't emerged, so he had no choice but to turn back to check where they had been making love.

Before he could even see anyone, his wife Luo Bing's moans, sometimes gentle and melodious, sometimes high-pitched and shrill, kept coming, making him almost grind his teeth to dust. He thought to himself, "She's been doing this for so long!?"

He parted the bushes and peeked out.

He saw his wife lying on the ground, her plump buttocks raised like a female dog, swaying her hips incessantly, turning her head and smiling seductively, saying, "Daoist Master... I want it again... hurry... hurry and give it to me... oh..."

Zhao Zhijing noticed that Wen Tai had come and gone, so he pretended to be serious and said, "You've already come twice, this aphrodisiac is really powerful."

After saying that, he held Luo Bing's buttocks and inserted his penis again.

Wen Tailai was shocked, thinking, "She's already...she's already climaxed twice? Bing'er has only had two orgasms in all the time she's been with me, and now, after such a short time, she's already had two orgasms?"

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing straddled Luo Bing's buttocks like a monkey, thrusting into her relentlessly.

The sounds of their bodies colliding were incredibly direct, creating a series of shameful sounds that, combined with Luo Bing's plaintive moans, formed a most lewd and obscene scene.

Zhao Zhijing slipped one hand under Luo Bing's armpit, reaching towards her chest to grasp and knead one of her soft, bell-shaped breasts. His other hand gently parted her cascading black hair, pressing against her fair shoulders, and cradled the alluring young woman in his arms. He then tenderly kissed the back of her neck, which peeked out from her black hair like the elegant white of a swan.

Feeling the man's strong embrace, Luo Bing let out a soft moan, placing her entire weight on his hands. She raised her hands, which had been pressed against the ground, and reached behind her head, stroking his cheeks as if trying to deeply feel what the man who had brought her to such ecstasy looked like.

"Ah...ah...so good...ooh...can't take it...ooh...ah...I'm going to cum...ah...so good...again...I'm going to cum again...ah..."

Zhao Zhijing thrust into Luo Bing hundreds of times like a storm, finally bringing her to her climax, her third orgasm of the day.

At the same time, he let out a low growl, shivered, and a large amount of semen shot out, pouring deep into Luo Bing's vagina.

Wen Tailai's tiger-like eyes were filled with tears as he watched the man's thing deeply penetrate his wife's body, then the rod suddenly twitched, and the Taoist priest Zhao's body trembled slightly, ejaculating directly inside her, a large amount of white, cloudy liquid being brought out with the twitching of the penis, splashing everywhere.

Moreover, during ejaculation, his beloved wife seemed to be completely overwhelmed by the scalding semen, thrusting her plump buttocks with all her might, her alluring face displaying a blissful, dazed expression, her eyes rolling back, her fragrant tongue unconsciously licking her red lips, and a dreamlike, seductive moan escaping from her delicate nose, like a sexy little kitten.

Is it... is it over?

Seeing Zhao Zhijing slowly withdraw his penis from his wife's vagina, bringing with it a large amount of cloudy white fluid, Wen Tailai felt a pang of heartache. He thought to himself that he should leave a bit and pretend he had just arrived to avoid embarrassment.

However, just as he was thinking this, Wen Tailai's eyes widened again.

He saw Luo Bing turn around with a seductive smile, kneel on the ground, her small mouth slightly open as if she were saying something, then giggle, and actually took the initiative to grasp the man's semi-erect penis with her hand, then opened her small mouth with a "hmm" and swallowed the large glans.

Although Luo Bing had orgasmed several times, her long-suppressed sexual desire was now completely aroused by the aphrodisiac, and it was not so easy to satisfy her.

Zhao Zhijing's penis was covered in a mixture of vaginal fluid and semen, emitting a pungent, erotic smell. Luo Bing, however, seemed unbothered, sucking on the shaft as if it were a delicacy, moaning softly.

Knowing Wen Tailai was watching, Zhao Zhijing feigned concern, saying, "This aphrodisiac is so potent. If I can't satisfy her, I'm afraid I'll have to find several more men."

Wen Tailai felt a wave of dizziness. Zhao Zhijing had slept with Luo Bing before, which he found relatively easier to accept. But what if he had to find other men to have sex with his wife? How could he possibly bear that?

At this moment, Wen Tailai couldn't help but hope that the Daoist Zhao, who was enjoying his wife's oral service, would be invincible and continue to ravage her, able to cure his wife of her lustful poison all by himself.

At this moment, Luo Bing hummed, spat out the penis from her mouth, and gently stroked it with her jade hand, giggling and saying, "Hehe, it's hard again, so...so amazing...hmm..."

Zhao Zhijing smiled faintly and sighed, "This humble Daoist is out of strength, Madam, please come up here." After saying that, he lay down on the ground, his penis still erect.

Luo Bing pouted and said coquettishly, "It was the same last time, and it's the same again this time. You just love seeing people lose face, humph!" Although her tone was reproachful, her beautiful eyes were alluring, glancing at Master Zhao's thick, long, and powerful penis. After

rubbing against it a few times, Luo Bing finally couldn't resist. She spread her legs, straddled Zhao Zhijing's penis, and then slowly sat down, her plump buttocks swaying gently.

Zhao Zhijing smiled, and with a flick of his hand, his penis subtly moved back a little. Luo Bing's expression immediately changed; his penis had actually entered her anus.

She tried to sit up, but Zhao Zhijing gently pulled her by the waist. Luo Bing frowned and let out a strange moan. She braced herself against the man's broad chest and gritted her teeth, whimpering, "Ugh... ah... bad... bad guy... ah... so... so swollen... ugh... don't go so fast... ah..."

Wen Tailai watched from afar and couldn't see clearly, but he felt that the rhythm of their fucking this time was much slower than before, and his wife's moans were quite strange, as if she was enduring some kind of pain.

After a while, the speed of thrusting gradually increased, and Luo Bing's moans gradually loosened, turning into ecstatic cries: "Ah... ahh... so swollen... ooh... you bad guy... ah... you just love fucking me there... ahh... so... ahhh... so thick... ah... you're going in too deep... ooh..."

After a while, the two seemed to exchange a few words, and then Luo Bing rotated 180 degrees around the man's penis, now facing Wen Tailai directly.

Wen Tailai was slightly startled and quickly shrank back, afraid of being discovered by his wife.

However, he immediately gave a self-deprecating laugh; with his wife in this state, how could she possibly notice him?

Luo Bing's eyes were tightly closed, her cheeks flushed, lost in the pleasure of sex. Her

long, black hair was loose, the ends dancing wildly with the movement of her body, and her alluring breasts swayed and bounced, making one want to grab those playful jade rabbits and feel how elastic that white flesh was.

Wen Tailai's gaze traveled downwards, past his wife's full chest, flat stomach, and dark pubic hair, until it reached her jade gate flowing with glistening spring water.

Her ravaged flower garden was already a little red and swollen, the entrance slightly open... Wait!

Wen Tailai was stunned. Why could he clearly see his wife's entire mons pubis?! Weren't they having sex? Where was it inserted?!

He looked closely and was instantly struck dumb. A thick, fleshy rod was deeply inserted into his wife's anus, completely stretching her small chrysanthemum open!

No wonder, no wonder his wife's moans were so strange!

Ah, even I, as her husband, have never touched Bing'er's back door, and now, now someone else has done it to her!?

Zhao Zhijing rhythmically thrust his penis in and out from below, penetrating Luo Bing's anus again and again, making the beautiful young woman feel both pain and pleasure, unable to distinguish what the sensation was.

"Ah... Waaah... Ahh... Fuck... Fuck Bing'er to death... Waaah... Daoist, you fucked my asshole last time... Ahh... It hurt for days... Waaah... You fucked me again this time... Ahhh... But... But it feels so good... Waaah... It feels so good in the front and in the back... Ah..."

Wen Tailai thought to himself, "They... They actually fucked me in the back last time, but Bing'er has been hiding it from me... I'm afraid, I'm afraid Bing'er has truly fallen for Daoist Zhao... That's... That's good too, as long as she can be happy, it's better than her being with a useless man like me..."

Wen Tailai stared blankly, hot tears streaming down his face. After watching for a while, he finally sighed, turned around, and left without looking back.

Wen Tailai walked further and further away. In the distance, he could vaguely hear Zhao Zhijing's voice: "Madam, ah... ah! May I cum?"

Then came Luo Bing's seductive moans: "Cum inside my little hole, ah! Cum inside, ah... fuck Da Bing'er's belly, I want to be pregnant with the Taoist priest's child... ah ah... I'm having an orgasm... ooh... ooh... ah ah ah..."

Wen Tailai staggered, took a deep breath, and managed to muster some strength to continue walking forward.

At this moment, Luo Bing grasped Zhao Zhijing's about-to-erupt penis, pulled it out of her anus, then aimed it at her vagina and sat down suddenly, swallowing the penis whole.

She thought to herself, "Fourth Brother once said he wanted to borrow a seed to have a child. Since things have come to this, I might as well borrow Master Zhao's seed. But this matter need not be mentioned."

Thinking of this, her slender, elastic waist moved wildly, causing the man's penis to thrust repeatedly into the depths of her vagina. Her plump buttocks swayed up and down, and she screamed ecstatically, her lust overflowing.

Zhao Zhijing held the alluring young woman's slender waist tightly, thrusting hard, his glans pressing against her cervix. With a low growl, he ejaculated all his semen into her again.

Luo Bing let out another sharp cry, "Ah...ah...shoot...ah...it's so hot...all...all inside...ah...so much...ah...make...make Bing'er's belly bigger...ah..."

The passion gradually subsided, and Luo Bing slowly pulled herself out of her lust. Remembering her earlier frenzy, her pretty face flushed again.

However, this wasn't her first time making love with Zhao Zhijing, and Wen Tai had mentioned letting her find pleasure on her own and even consider having a child with him, so she was relatively more relaxed.

Looking at Zhao Zhijing's powerful, naked body and the still quite impressive, limp penis between his legs, she felt a surge of excitement. The soul-stirring pleasure they had shared was truly unforgettable.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she asked herself honestly that when she was being anally penetrated, most of the aphrodisiac had been neutralized, but she was still burning wildly with desire. She threw all sense of propriety and shame to the back of her mind, and even forgot about her husband, Wen Tailai. All she wanted to do was pursue that ultimate pleasure that made her feel like she was floating on clouds.

Zhao Zhijing sighed softly, walked behind Luo Bing, and embraced her fair and delicate body from behind. He said apologetically, "Madam Wen, I'm sorry. Although my initial intention was to detoxify you, I couldn't control my desires and became somewhat presumptuous. Your body is so tempting that I forgot our respective identities."

Luo Bing initially wanted to push away from Zhao Zhijing's embrace, but hearing the man's sincere tone and his praise of her charm, she was quite pleased. She twisted a few times, then stopped struggling and leaned back against the man's body.

Zhao Zhijing reached out and touched Luo Bing's full breasts, gently squeezing them, and sighed, "I'm afraid I'll never forget you, Madam, in this lifetime."

Luo Bing thought to herself, "If I were to borrow a seed, Master Zhao would be the only choice. But such a thing is too shameful; to save face for my fourth brother, I can't say it out loud. However, borrowing a seed probably won't be successful in one or two tries. If that's the case, I might as well just consider it a matter of my own fickle nature." "You slut, cheating on me, seducing Master Zhao... I'll wait until I get pregnant... then I'll cut all ties with him."

Thinking of this, Luo Bing pressed Zhao Zhijing's large hands down, making the man's palms press even harder on her breasts, and whispered, "I... I can't forget either..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the penis pressing against her buttocks quickly harden, the thick, long shaft pressing firmly between her legs.

She couldn't help but turn around and roll her eyes at Zhao Zhijing with a charming and coquettish look, and said reproachfully, "It's...it's hard again...you naughty..."

Zhao Zhijing pretended to be embarrassed and said unnaturally, "This...this humble Taoist priest can't control it either...Madam, you are too beautiful..."

Luo Bing chuckled inwardly, snorted, turned her pretty face back, reached down with her jade hand, and gently touched the large glans with her fingers, and stopped talking.

Zhao Zhijing leaned close to Luo Bing's round ear and whispered, "This humble Taoist... this humble Taoist wants to insert again... but I don't know whether to insert it in the front or the back?"

Luo Bing's body trembled, her pretty face flushed red, and she glared at him resentfully, scolding, "I thought you were a hermit who was devoted to cultivating in seclusion, but now I know you're just a scoundrel who only knows how to bully people!"

As she finished speaking, she felt the man's penis throbbing, pulsating and making her heart flutter, so she whispered, "I... how would I know... whatever... whatever you like..."

Instantly, that mischievous thing pushed upwards and inserted itself into a warm and tight flesh wall, and soon the sounds of a woman's moans and a man's panting echoed in the jungle again.

A faint, plaintive murmur could be heard: "If... ah... if you shoot... remember to shoot in the front... ah... um... so... so comfortable... ooh... ah..."

About half an hour later, Zhao Zhijing returned to Lu Family Manor.

The Central Plains heroes who had been pursuing the alien experts had mostly returned, but everyone was dejected.

With the assistance of the Eight Heroes of Divine Archery, the alien experts, led by Zhao Min, had successfully captured Guo Fu and escaped. Now, as night approached, they couldn't catch her in the mountains.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong were pale; their beloved daughter had fallen into the hands of the aliens, causing them immense anxiety.

Guo Jing, in particular, was poisoned and unable to move freely, making him furious.

Yang Guo was now under tight guard, with a sword at his neck; he was the crucial hostage for exchanging Guo Fu for him.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing, already fully dressed, walked out of the hall and asked loudly, "Madam Wen has been rescued by this humble Taoist. I wonder if you have managed to retrieve Miss Guo?"

After speaking, he glanced around and noticed that Murong Fu and his group were no longer there. He thought to himself that Murong Fu must have been afraid that his secret affair with Zhao Min would be exposed, and had escaped on his own while chasing the enemy.

Qiao Feng said, "My brothers and I chased them for a long time, but those barbarian traitors had prepared horses in the forest beforehand, and in the end they still managed to escape. It's infuriating!"

Zhao Zhijing sighed and said, "The barbarian traitors were cunning; they were both premeditated and caught off guard, which is why their scheme succeeded."

Then he turned his gaze to Yang Guo and angrily said, "Yang Guo! If it weren't for you, you traitorous villain who recognized a bandit as your father, none of this would have happened today!"

At this moment, Yang Guo's acupoints had been released, and seeing Zhao Zhijing questioning him, the image of this person riding his aunt involuntarily flashed into his mind. The sight of Xiaolongnu brutally manipulating him instantly ignited a surge of resentment and anger within him. He glared at Zhao Zhijing and said hatefully, "You traitor! I wish I could kill you with one sword! Hmph, kill me if you want, I don't want to live anymore anyway."

Zhao Zhijing said in a deep voice, "Yang Guo, apart from the time I first took you as my disciple and disciplined you to temper your character, have I done anything else to wrong you?"

Yang Guo's eyes were red as he shouted, "You did something to my aunt..." He stopped mid-sentence. How could he possibly reveal his aunt's shameful deeds in front of all the heroes of the world? That night, Yang Guo had witnessed with his own eyes that the Taoist priest had not raped him, but rather that Xiaolongnu had committed adultery with him. How could he possibly bring himself to say such a thing?

Zhao Zhijing interrupted, saying, "Hero Guo saved your life and treated you like a son. How could he have wronged you? Miss Guo and you have known each other since childhood, childhood playmates. How could she have wronged you?"

As he spoke, his voice turned fierce: "You actually took advantage of their trust in you, secretly poisoned Hero Guo, and caused Miss Guo to be kidnapped. Yang Guo, do you have even a shred of humanity left?! If I had to keep you alive to get Miss Guo back, I would have cleansed the sect right now and killed you with my bare hands!"

This trip to the Central Plains heroes had resulted in a great disgrace, and Yang Guo, left behind, became the target of everyone's hatred. Everyone wanted nothing more than to skin him alive and tear him apart.

Guo Jing walked to Yang Guo's side, sighed deeply, and asked, "Guo'er, tell Uncle Guo, why did you do such a thing? You...you have committed a grave mistake!"

Yang Guo glanced coldly at Guo Jing, gave a defiant snort, and sneered, "Guo Jing, you and Huang Rong killed my father back then, so don't pretend to be sympathetic now."

Guo Jing was immediately trembling with anger, but he was not good with words. He pointed at Yang Guo with a trembling finger and couldn't say a word for a moment.

Huang Rong came over and took Guo Jing's arm, saying softly, "Brother Jing, the poison in your body hasn't been cleared yet. Don't upset yourself."

Then she turned to look at the stubborn Yang Guo and said in a deep voice, "Guo'er, many people know what happened to your father back then. You can easily find out for yourself. My wife and I never intentionally harmed your father, Yang Kang."

Yang Guo was slightly taken aback. Under these circumstances, Huang Rong had no reason to lie to him. A slight doubt arose in his heart: could it be that what Wanyan Honglie said wasn't true?

Huang Rong then said, "Brother Jing, I will go to the Song-Mongol border tomorrow to bring Fu'er back. You can focus on getting rid of the poison here and don't need to worry."

Zhao Zhijing's heart stirred, and he quickly said, "Yang Guo was once my disciple, so count me in. I'll go with him to exchange people!"

Zhao Zhijing displayed his top-notch martial arts skills. With such a master accompanying him, everything would be much more stable, and Huang Rong was naturally very grateful.

After a brief commotion, Lu Guanying declared loudly, "The alien race's gathering of experts to disrupt the assembly just now, while giving those scoundrels some advantage, also shows they value this grand gathering of heroes and fear our united resistance against them. Therefore, we must not let their disruption throw us into disarray; the assembly's agenda must continue."

His words were met with cheers from many, who urged that we not let the alien race look down on us.

The discussion then turned to the question of who would become the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Guo Jing, originally the popular choice, had lost considerable momentum after his embarrassing performance at the assembly.

Everyone chimed in with their opinions, nominating names such as Guo Jing, Qiao Feng, Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin, Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang, Hong Qigong, and even Zhao Zhijing, who had just displayed his great prowess.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing stepped into the center of the hall and loudly proclaimed, "I propose a candidate!"

His profound skill made his voice resonate like a great bell, instantly silencing everyone.

Zhao Zhijing said, word by word, "The leader of the martial arts alliance, I propose Wang Chongyang, the founder of the Quanzhen School!"

Everyone was stunned; no one had expected Zhao Zhijing to suggest such a name.

In this world, Wang Chongyang, the number one martial artist, had fought a decisive battle against the extraterrestrial wolf Temujin, both suffering heavy losses, thus delaying the Mongol offensive for twenty years. The founder of the Quanzhen School held an unparalleled position in the hearts of the martial arts community of the Southern Song Dynasty, almost to the point of being deified.

However, Wang Chongyang has been dead for over twenty years, how could he possibly be the current leader of the martial arts alliance?! Of course, Wang Chongyang's reputation was so great that everyone only secretly criticized him, no one openly objected.

Zhao Zhijing continued, "The position of leader of the martial arts alliance carries great responsibility and must be held by the most virtuous and respected person. Moreover, this position wields immense power and is very prone to controversy. Therefore, my suggestion is that the leader of the martial arts alliance should exist as an honorary title, with several vice leaders appointed below them to handle specific affairs. This would allow for checks and balances, preventing significant losses due to problems with any one of them."

Upon hearing this, many martial arts heroes seemed to ponder, finding it quite reasonable.

Zhao Zhijing continued, "Back then, the five top masters of the Central Plains were known as the Five Greats of the Central Plains. We can follow suit and appoint five vice-leaders under the alliance leader. In case of major or urgent matters, the five can discuss and confirm, and implementation requires the consent of at least three."

The assembled heroes discussed for a while and ultimately agreed to Zhao Zhijing's suggestion.

After all, Zhao Zhijing's proposal sounded selfless and was indeed a good one.

Zhao Zhijing understood that if he were to choose one person to be the martial arts alliance leader, he would absolutely lose to Guo Jing. Since he couldn't win, he would downplay the position of martial arts alliance leader and appoint vice-leaders to share power. Guo Jing is a vice-leader, and so am I, Zhao Zhijing—it's the same.

Moreover, having the founder of the Quanzhen Sect serve as the nominal leader would greatly benefit the sect's prestige.

Zhao Zhijing's original intention in guiding Yang Guo to join the Jin Dynasty was to use this opportunity to weaken Guo Jing's influence. Zhao Zhijing's original plan was to capture Yang Guo and force him to threaten to execute him at the Heroes' Gathering, compelling the loyal and righteous Guo Jing to intervene.

If Guo Jing wanted to protect the Jin prince, how could he possibly accept the position of martial arts leader?

However, plans don't always go as expected, and Zhao Zhijing couldn't have anticipated how the Heroes' Gathering would unfold. Now, he had no choice but to adapt to the changing circumstances.

Huang Rong's mind was entirely focused on Guo Fu, who was now in Zhao Min's hands, and she was considering how to handle the hostage exchange. She had no time to think about anything else.

Everyone agreed with Zhao Zhijing's suggestion and began to elect a vice leader.

One of them proposed Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin Temple, and many people cheered.

Zhao Zhijing retorted, "Those who did not participate in this Heroes' Gathering are not qualified to serve! Hmph, my Quanzhen Patriarch Wang Chongyang sacrificed himself to stop Temujin's southward advance! The previous leader, Ma Yu, fought to the last moment when the Jin army attacked the mountain, sharing the fate of Chongyang Palace! Even I, this humble Daoist, risked my life to infiltrate and kill Ao Bai to rescue my fellow Daoists trapped in Qing Palace! In the calamity of Chongyang Palace, most of my Quanzhen disciples were killed or wounded, but each of them possessed a precious elixir." "These are true heroes, each one willing to shed their blood to fight against the barbarians! In all these years, has the Shaolin Sect, the leader of the righteous path, contributed anything to the fight against the barbarians? This Heroes' Gathering is so important, yet Xuanci didn't send anyone. What right does he have to compete for the position of Vice Alliance Leader!"

The Quanzhen Sect was nearly wiped out by the Jin army's attack on their mountain stronghold. Many sects in the north were frightened and dared not participate in this gathering, including the Shaolin and Songshan sects. Zhao Zhijing seized upon this point.

His words were righteous and forceful, leaving those who supported Xuanci speechless, unsure how to refute him.

In the end, five Vice Alliance Leaders were selected.

They were Zhang Sanfeng, Hong Qigong, Guo Jing, Qiao Feng, and Zhao Zhijing, the newly renowned leader of the Quanzhen Sect.

Zhao Zhijing chuckled inwardly; his wish had finally come true.

Zhang Sanfeng and Hong Qigong wouldn't be involved, and Qiao Feng would soon leave due to the Xingzilin incident. His only true adversary from beginning to end was Guo Jing.

"Great Hero Guo," he thought, "you're currently suffering from a strange poison that will take at least several days to cure. Don't worry about the hostage exchange; I'll take good care of your wife, haha."

Within Zhao Zhijing's consciousness, a green light flickered slightly, seemingly emanating the faint laughter of a strange, ethereal spirit.

At the same time, in the inn where Li Mochou and Xiaolongnü were staying, a pale-faced girl faced Xiaolongnü directly and said in a trembling voice, "Miss Long, let go, you... how can you be worthy of being with Brother Wanyan?"

Xiaolongnü looked at this girl named Wanyan Ping, thinking of how she had seen this girl and Yang Guo being intimate a few days ago, and her heart was in turmoil, so she remained silent.

Wanyan Ping gritted her teeth and said, "You...you already have that Taoist priest, so why bother with Brother Wanyan?"

Xiaolongnu was startled and quickly said, "You...what did you say?!"

Wanyan Ping, now reckless, revealed a look of disdain and said, "That night in that village room, what you and that Taoist priest did, Brother Wanyan and I both saw it with our own eyes."

Xiaolongnu was instantly struck dumb, her face drained of color, and she exclaimed, "Guo'er...Guo'er...he saw it?!"

Zhao Zhijing had captured Yang Guo yesterday and used acupressure on Wanyan Ping to put her to sleep, so Wanyan Ping had no idea what had happened. Upon waking, she went looking for her Brother Wanyan.

While searching, by a twist of fate, she saw Xiaolongnu, leading to the scene described above.

Wanyan Ping stared into Xiaolongnu's eyes and whispered, "I...I'm still a pure and innocent woman, never touched by a man. Only I am worthy of Brother Wanyan, please...please let go...I...I beg you..."

As she spoke, Wanyan Ping sobbed, crying, "Waaah...do you know how much Brother Wanyan has suffered? He...he watched you do that shameful thing with another man...he's almost gone mad...Miss Xiaolongnu, if you still have even a shred of affection for Brother Wanyan...please give him to me...I beg you...waaah..."

Xiaolongnu's heart was breaking; she bit her lip until it bled. After a long while, she finally nodded blankly.

[This post was edited by vm0 on 2019-10-16 17:09]

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