[Wuxia] Jiaojiao Yitian (Complete) - 13

Chapter 37 The White Camel Mountain Demoness

Zhang Wuji lay in the pool, surrounded by Wei Yujun and the female disciples of Cuigu. Bathing alone, with over thirty naked beauties at his side, this life made him feel truly like a lecherous ruler. He could simply open his mouth to say he wanted food, and someone would bring him delicious, warm meals; if he liked a woman, a mere flick of his finger or a glance would suffice to satisfy him passionately. If he wanted to wear clothes… no, in Cuigu's idyllic paradise, he never wore clothes, because there was no need.

Logically, as a lecherous ruler, he should have the women around him also be naked. But he felt that if women were always naked, they would lose their mystery and allure; being too naked lacked beauty.

Women without beauty and mystery were unlikely to interest men. Therefore, Zhang Wuji made them wear clothes, and what they considered their most beautiful clothes. But they could only wear outer garments; nothing underneath was permitted—in other words, no underwear.

When Zhang Wuji's desires arose, he could grab a woman, lift her clothes, and indulge in debauchery on the spot. It could happen in a hot spring, on the grass, in the woods, at the dining table, in the study, or even in the training ground…

Zhang Wuji thought that one day, when he got tired of

this kind of life, he would venture out into the world. However, less than ten days into this blissful existence, trouble came knocking.

Just as Zhang Wuji was embracing Wei Yuyun, lost in blissful ecstasy, a disciple rushed in to report, "Master, something terrible has happened! Bai Tuo Shan has brought men to Hong Mei Manor, and Miss…she’s been captured!"

"What! When did this happen?"

Zhang Wuji jumped up.

"Just now, Miss Wu flew back alone on a giant eagle, and she was injured. She couldn't escape and was captured!"

the disciple said.

"Outrageous! These people have a death wish!"

Enraged, Zhang Wuji focused only on forcefully lifting the beauty in his arms to the heights of pleasure.

As Zhang Wuji thrust into Wei Yuyun's body, her gentle flow turned into a raging torrent, and Wei Yuyun cried out in ecstasy. Zhang Wuji, while vigorously thrusting, teased, "Wife, you're so wet! Anyone who didn't know better would think you were the source of the Yangtze River..."

Wei Yuyun rolled her eyes at him and spat, "You...nonsense..."

Zhang Wuji chuckled, "Hehe, nonsense? Just look down at yourself, haha..."

Wei Yuyun looked down, and instantly felt a surge of desire. Yingran, her cheeks flushed, struggled to maintain a semblance of clarity, murmuring, "You...you bad guy..."

Zhang Wuji laughed heartily, thrusting into her again and again, saying, "Well said, I am your big bad husband."

With that, his strength increased, moving with lightning speed, his thrusts causing Wei Yuyun's eyes to roll back and her teeth to clench, yet she refused to relax. She felt an intoxicating, soul-stirring sensation emanating from her lower body, and couldn't help but

moan, "Oh..." Wei Yuyun's moans grew louder and louder; after a while, she was already moaning loudly.

Wei Yuyun's cries were hoarse, and Zhang Wuji was also going at it with great fervor. She truly was as Zhang Wuji had said, like the source of the Yangtze River; in no time, a large pool of water gushed out. Gazing at Wei Yuyun's captivating face, Zhang Wuji completely forgot the time, even seemingly forgetting that Zhu Jiuzhen had been captured.

After Wei Yuyun had completely collapsed, Zhang Wuji stood up and said, "Take me to see Qingying!"

Arriving at the main hall, he saw Wu Qingying slumped weakly in a chair, panting, her face contorted in pain.

Zhang Wuji rushed forward to protect her, asking, "Qingmei, what's wrong?"

Touched by Zhang Wuji's tenderness, Wu Qingying threw herself into his arms and wept, "My lord! My life is unfortunate; I fear I have no fortune to serve you!"

Zhang Wuji said anxiously, "Don't talk nonsense. You've been poisoned, haven't you?"

Wu Qingying nodded, weeping, "Just now, Ouyang Qin from White Camel Mountain brought over a hundred disciples to Red Plum Manor to demand an explanation. My sister Zhen and I were looking for something at the manor and tried to drive them away. Unexpectedly, Ouyang Qin..." "However, the hidden weapon was poisoned, and I was unlucky enough to fall victim to its treacherous attack!"

Zhang Wuji exclaimed in surprise, "Ouyang Qin! Who is she?"

Chen Jinfeng explained from the side, "Master, do you know her? Ouyang Qin is the daughter of the White Camel Mountain sect leader. She is extremely ruthless, even more so than Ouyang Feng back then!"

Zhang Wuji regained his composure and asked, "Where is Ouyang Qin now?"

Wu Qingying replied softly, "They are all at Red Plum Manor, and Sister Zhen is there too!" Zhang Wuji

said, "As long as they are still here, that's good!"

"Master, you want to go and save Sister Zhen?"

Wu Qingying asked, sounding extremely surprised.

"Of course, how can my woman be bullied by others?"

Zhang Wuji comforted Wu Qingying, "With me here! How could you die? I haven't enjoyed enough of your tenderness yet!"

Although Wu Qingying was suffering from a deadly poison and disregarded her own life, she was still ashamed after hearing Zhang Wuji's blatant confession!

Wu Qingying, moved to tears, said, "Master! You don't need to comfort me. If something happens to me, please treat the remaining sisters well, and I will be at peace."

Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "I want you to be full of life again. I won't allow you to die, so you can't die. No need to say more, rest well. I'll go find the antidote for you right away."

He instructed Liu Lijun and Chen Jinfeng to take good care of Wu Qingying, without even saying goodbye to Wei Yujun. However, the poisoned Wu Qingying gave Zhang Wuji some instructions. Zhang Wuji didn't say anything and rode the giant eagle towards Red Plum Manor.

"Ouyang Qin, get out here!"

The giant eagle flew to Red Plum Manor, and Zhang Wuji leaped down from the air, landing on the roof of the main hall of Red Plum Manor. Standing proudly in the air, his roar shocked everyone present.

The disciples of White Camel Mountain rushed out of the house, and several brave disciples even rushed towards Zhang Wuji!

With a swift movement of their swords, blood splattered everywhere! In an instant, five heads fell to the ground.

The entire arena fell silent. Everyone stared at Zhang Wuji in terror, no one daring to take another step forward.

Just then, Zhang Wuji felt a surge of sword energy envelop him, accompanied by the sound of tearing silk. A voice, like pearls falling on a jade plate, rang out: "I have long admired the name of Young Hero Zhang Wuji. Today, I am fortunate enough to witness the extraordinary demeanor of Lord Jing. How fortunate I am, Ouyang Qin!"

As soon as the voice finished, Ouyang Qin appeared, and with a single sword strike, a celestial sword strike, she sealed off all of Zhang Wuji's escape routes.

The sword arrived before the person! Truly a first-rate master. Zhang Wuji had always relied on his powerful internal energy to defeat his enemies, but now, facing the highly skilled Ouyang Qin, he suddenly felt a sense of helplessness.

He had strength but could not use it; even with his powerful internal energy, he was no match for the opponent's invincible sword techniques!

Seeing her sword strike succeed, Ouyang Qin landed lightly about ten feet in front of Zhang Wuji, not in a hurry to pursue, but simply pointing her sword at him. The chilling aura emanating from her only intensified, making Zhang Wuji clearly feel that he was completely enveloped by her sword energy.

Ouyang Qin? Zhang Wuji had finally met this young lady from White Camel Mountain, said to be the most beautiful woman in the Northwest martial arts world.

While resisting the approaching sword energy, Zhang Wuji scrutinized the beauty before him with the eyes of an expert.

Ouyang Qin's face was covered by a light veil, slightly concealing her stunning beauty. Ouyang Qin was currently wearing a magnificent lake-green silk robe. The river breeze blew, and the well-tailored but slightly loose silk robe clung to her body, revealing her chiseled shoulders and the breathtakingly beautiful lines of her chest.

"The moon shines low on the willow-lined pavilion, the song fades with the breeze from the peach blossom fan." Zhang Wuji thought to himself, "If Ouyang Qin were to perform Gongsun Da Niang's sword dance, it would be incredibly beautiful." In fact, the sacred beauty of Ouyang Qin's dance was unforgettable, yet he felt no religious attachment whatsoever. His mind was filled with thoughts like how a woman's legs were perfectly suited for sex, allowing her to be positioned however he desired.

Suddenly, Zhang Wuji closed his eyes slightly. The slight loss of composure he had felt due to the perilous situation returned to its previous calm and serene state.

Sensing the subtle fluctuations in her heart, Zhang Wuji opened his eyes and caught a fleeting look of surprise in Ouyang Qin's eyes.

"Release Zhu Jiuzhen, give me the antidote, and I can give you Red Plum Manor. How about it!"

Zhang Wuji said calmly.

"Even if I don't release her, Red Plum Manor is still mine, isn't it?"

Ouyang Qin said coldly.

"You're that confident?"

Zhang Wuji retorted, not to be outdone.

"You think you can defeat my sword?"

Ouyang Qin countered.

"No need for words, let's see who's the real deal!"

Zhang Wuji activated his "Chengdan" technique, flashing a smile at Ouyang Qin.

At this moment, the surprise in Ouyang Qin's eyes deepened. Zhang Wuji was clearly standing a few feet away from her, smiling broadly, but Ouyang Qin had a strange feeling that it was merely an illusion. From that hateful smile of Zhang Wuji's, she could no longer pinpoint his exact location. The sword energy that had been controlling him suddenly lost its opponent, as if striking empty air. Drawn by the energy, the sword's light surged, and Ouyang Qin's figure moved swiftly, involuntarily lunging forward, revealing the escape opening Zhang Wuji had been waiting for.

Zhang Wuji now accurately grasped every movement within a radius of several dozen feet. For at least a moment, Ouyang Qin was caught in the powerful momentum created by their combined efforts.

Ouyang Qin was shocked; she hadn't expected Zhang Wuji to be so powerful, able to reverse the entire battle with a single move. Despite her surprise, she didn't panic, but instead became even more composed in her response.

Just as Ouyang Qin lost her footing, a soft shout rang out, "White Camel Sword Formation!"

The figures of the four disciples behind Ouyang Qin began to spin rapidly, their speed increasing. Together with Ouyang Qin, the four disciples formed a pentagonal sword formation, surrounding Zhang Wuji in the center.

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Find a relatively weak point as a breakthrough!

Zhang Wuji actually found a breakthrough in an instant, seeing the flaw in the sword formation, although this flaw was so small it might be fleeting, or even a trap set by the enemy.

Zhang Wuji smiled bitterly. He had no other choice but to take the risk; if he succeeded by chance, he had an 80% chance of victory, but if he failed, he would almost certainly lose his life.

Life is a gamble! At least for Zhang Wuji at this moment.

For the first time, Zhang Wuji felt the danger of the martial world. Ouyang Qin was already so powerful; if he ventured into the martial world and faced even more powerful masters, how could he possibly withstand them? Yang Xiao, Abbess Miejue, and the protectors of the Ming Cult—as for Zhang Sanfeng, he could only look up in awe.

Zhang Wuji himself didn't realize that relying solely on internal energy wasn't enough to reach the highest level of martial arts; martial arts are more about combat against opponents. Many times, it's honed through real battles. If we're only comparing internal energy, Zhang Wuji's internal energy at this point might only be comparable to Zhang Sanfeng's. It's just that he didn't have martial arts to support him, thus failing to transform his internal energy into martial arts techniques.

Of course, even if one's martial arts are inferior, it doesn't prove defeat in a duel. Li Xunhuan's Flying Dagger wasn't ranked first in Bai Xiaosheng's martial arts rankings, but his victory over Shangguan Jin Hong, defeating opponents stronger than himself, is proof enough. Similarly, Lu Xiaofeng and Chu Liuxiang have many classic examples of defeating stronger opponents with weaker ones.

Sometimes, the power of the spirit is invincible. Or, one could say, the benevolent are invincible.

At this moment, compared to the others who moved swiftly and decisively, Zhang Wuji noticed that the White Camel Mountain disciples on the western side of the sword formation were somewhat hindered. As the Buddhist saying goes, "Without hindrance, there is no success."

Zhang Wuji struck first, arriving just before Ouyang Qin's sword shadow reached him. He actually teleported backward against her sword's momentum, and with a slight exertion, his left shoe shot out, heading straight for Ouyang Qin's sword shadow.

Amidst a flurry of fragmented shadows and countless stars, Zhang Wuji silently activated the "Concealed" technique from his internal breathing method. The fragments of the shoe, shattered by Ouyang Qin's sword energy, were skillfully bound together with his body by his own effort.

Zhang Wuji suddenly accelerated, his previously backward-flying body flashing towards the Yuanjiang River like a swallow skimming the water. Precisely, just as the rapidly moving sword formation turned to surround the disciples who stood with their swords across the river, Zhang Wuji's eyes flashed with a sharp light, fixing their gaze on the disciples who were hesitant to leave.

All combined attack techniques, including sword formations, are powerful because "a single move affects the whole body." No matter how many people attack, they can move as if they were one, their movements perfectly synchronized, like a cycle without end. Conversely, if one link in the chain is broken, the combined attack collapses.

The disciples surrounded by the sword formation were frozen in place by Zhang Wuji's powerful mental energy, their faces turning ashen. Their already sluggish steps halted abruptly, and they swung their swords.

Zhang Wuji, his breathing technique flowing smoothly, suddenly gave the surrounded disciples a mysterious smile, then reversed the flow of the "Yin-Yang" technique.

One of them was suddenly terrified. A sword strike aimed at Zhang Wuji at such close range, imbued with his own powerful true energy, offered no resistance. He immediately lost his footing, his body tilting forward, almost escaping the sword formation. At that critical moment, a powerful reverse vortex pulled the surrounded disciples off balance.

Just as the others who had joined forces to attack Zhang Wuji lashed out like serpents, the countless fragments that had been clinging to Zhang Wuji, merging with his essence, spirit, and the energy borrowed from the Broken Treasury, dissipated into a raging aura the moment Zhang Wuji roared "Bold and unrestrained!" enveloping the approaching group.

"Boom..."

In an instant, Zhang Wuji actually shattered the White Camel Sword Formation with a single sword strike. The four disciples surrounding him were forced back three zhang, collapsing to the ground in agony. This greatly surprised Ouyang Qin; she never imagined Zhang Wuji was so powerful!

Chapter 38 Lord of White Camel Mountain

"Release the person, antidote!"

Zhang Wuji coldly said to Ouyang Qin.

Seeing that Zhang Wuji had the situation under control, Ouyang Qin had no choice but to beckon her disciple to bring Zhu Jiuzhen out, then handed Zhang Wuji a bottle of antidote.

"Husband..."

Zhu Jiuzhen was overjoyed to see Zhang Wuji.

"Zhenmei, are you alright?"

Zhang Wuji asked.

"I'm fine!"

Zhu Jiuzhen said with tears in her eyes, "Husband, I've caused you so much trouble."

"That's good. Take the giant eagle back and bring the antidote back to Qingmei,"

Zhang Wuji said.

Zhu Jiuzhen asked, "Husband, aren't you coming with me?"

"The matter isn't over yet, you go back first,"

Zhang Wuji replied.

"Then you must take care!"

Zhu Jiuzhen urged.

"Don't worry, she doesn't have the ability to take my life!"

Zhang Wuji said, calling over the giant eagle so Zhu Jiuzhen could ride it away before turning to Ouyang Qin.

"Young Master Zhang is indeed loyal, truly enviable. But aren't you worried that the antidote I gave you is fake?"

Ouyang Qin said coldly.

Zhang Wuji said disdainfully, "What's there to worry about? Give me one antidote, and I'll take ten of your lives, including yours."

"With such abilities, it's a pity Young Master Zhang has joined Red Plum Manor. If you could join my White Camel Mountain, I believe you would have a bright future,"

Ouyang Qin said, expressing great admiration for Zhang Wuji's style.

Zhang Wuji sneered, "If you could marry all the beauties of White Camel Mountain, including you, to me as concubines, I might consider it."

"You..."

Ouyang Qin was enraged by Zhang Wuji's words.

Zhang Wuji remained indifferent, saying, "What's there to be angry about? It's just how it is. What men love is nothing more than power, money, and women. I have no interest in power or wealth; my only love is women. Don't you see that all the beauties of Red Plum Manor are my concubines? I'm telling you the truth, and you pretend to be high and mighty. It's a great tragedy for White Camel Mountain to have a young lady like you."

"What did you say? You can talk about me, but don't talk about White Camel Mountain,"

Ouyang Qin said angrily.

"So what if I say it?"

Zhang Wuji said, "That's just how it is. Your White Camel Mountain was originally a heretical sect. People in heretical sects naturally act straightforwardly. But you pretend to be high and mighty, making yourself out to be a virtuous lady from a respectable family. Aren't you tired? It's like wanting to be a prostitute while also wanting to have a memorial arch erected for chastity. It's simply a pipe dream."

"Well said!"

At this moment, a loud voice came from the sky, deafening everyone.

"Father!"

Ouyang Qin cried out.

Only then did Zhang Wuji see a man in his fifties descend from the sky. He was the leader of White Camel Mountain, Ouyang Qin's father, Ouyang Zhen.

"Boy, I like you!"

Ouyang Zhen looked at Zhang Wuji and said readily.

Zhang Wuji finally had no choice but to face Ouyang Zhen, the leader of what was arguably the most mysterious sect in the Northwest martial arts world.

As the place where the Central Plains martial arts world and the Western Regions Holy Sect met, the Northwest martial arts world had always nurtured countless grandmasters and righteous sects. Among them were representatives from the eight major martial arts sects, including Kunlun and Tianshan, but in the last hundred years, White Camel Mountain had been the most prominent. Especially after Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, roamed the Central Plains, he was known as one of the Five Saints alongside Wang Chongyang, Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, and Master Yideng, leaving behind countless classic legends. Although Ouyang Feng was ultimately deceived by Huang Rong and practiced the wrong Nine Yin Manual, his martial arts became even more formidable after his madness. He ultimately perished alongside Hong Qigong at Mount Hua, depriving White Camel Mountain of its strongest support.

However, the Ouyang family was naturally unwilling to accept White Camel Mountain's demise. At this time, the Mongol cavalry swept through Jiangnan, unifying the Central Plains, and the righteous forces of the martial arts world suffered a blow. With the support of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism, White Camel Mountain once again became the leading force in the Northwest martial arts world. By the time it reached Ouyang Zhen, White Camel Mountain had become the most feared force in the martial arts world. Ouyang Zhen, also known as the number one martial artist in the Northwest, held the title of Grandmaster. Martial arts practitioners even believed his skill was no less than that of Ouyang Feng in his prime, a truly astonishing claim.

Ouyang Zhen's clothing was extremely luxurious, resembling that of an emperor. His ornaments were extravagantly beautiful, especially the sword hanging at his waist, its hilt made of gold and its scabbard inlaid with twelve diamonds.

Ouyang Zhen appeared to be no more than forty years old; for a sect leader, his youth was unbelievable.

He should have been exceptionally handsome, but his face seemed disproportionately long, with long, narrow, sharp eyes that gave him an air of wickedness that permeated his very being, yet also a strangely alluring charm.

He descended from the sky, closing in on Zhang Wuji. Without any apparent exertion of force, a wave of scorching energy surged forth, completely enveloping Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji didn't know how to react, but he understood that this was the overwhelming aura of a master before a duel. Daring not to be careless, he immediately used the Nine Yang Divine Skill to resist, his body and mind sharpening to their peak.

Ouyang Zhen stopped about two zhang in front of him, a smile appearing on his lips. He suddenly raised his hand in a salute and said softly, "Thank you, Young Hero Zhang, for showing

mercy and sparing my daughter's life!" "Sect Leader Ouyang, you're

too kind. Just say what you have to say," Zhang Wuji said coldly.

"Young Hero Zhang just mentioned that if I'm willing to marry my daughter to you, you'll be willing to serve White Camel Mountain. Is that true?"

Ouyang Zhen was indeed very direct.

"Father!"

Zhang Wuji wasn't surprised, but Ouyang Qin beside him was utterly astonished. She never expected her father to say such a thing. Was he really going to sacrifice her happiness to get Zhang Wuji to join White Camel Mountain?

Zhang Wuji remained calm and said, "If it were just Ouyang Qin, I'm afraid it wouldn't be enough to move my heart. I wonder if your White Camel Mountain has many more and better beauties?"

"Haha, indeed, you're quite direct and frank, very straightforward!"

Ouyang Zhen said, "As long as you marry into my White Camel Mountain, you can enjoy any woman you fancy, how about it?"

"Father..."

Ouyang Qin couldn't save face at this moment and said to her father reproachfully.

"When an adult is speaking, don't interrupt, go away!"

Ouyang Zhen showed even more anger and impatience towards Ouyang Qin's anger, and with one sentence, Ouyang Qin retreated to the side in a sorry state.

Zhang Wuji looked at her and said, "It seems that your family upbringing isn't very good, so I have serious doubts about your promise."

"I, Ouyang Zhen, keep my word. When have I ever failed to do so? As long as you are willing to come to White Camel Mountain, you can enjoy any woman you want!"

Ouyang Zhen said again.

"If I fancy one of your concubines or wives, would you also let me enjoy them at will?"

At this moment, Zhang Wuji said rudely.

Ouyang Zhen's face turned ashen with rage. "Boy, I'm giving you face, don't be ungrateful!" he roared.

Zhang Wuji coldly replied, "You, Sect Leader Ouyang, are just as good at talking nonsense. You just said I could have any woman from White Camel Mountain as I pleased, and you went back on your word after I only said one sentence. You're willing to break your promise for a woman, and you call yourself a man of your word? Bah! Following you will never lead to anything great!"

"Zhang Wuji! I think you're courting death!"

Ouyang Zhen was utterly humiliated and furious.

Zhang Wuji remained unfazed, his hand on his sword hilt, silent, his eyes fixed on this master, arguably one of the most terrifying and ruthless men in the world.

Unexpectedly, after his anger subsided, Ouyang Zhen showed no sign of being in a hurry to fight. He casually brushed the dust off his clothes with his sleeve and said leisurely, "Young Master Zhang is clearly an arrogant person who doesn't take me, Ouyang Zhen, seriously. I must admit that you are a master. It's a pity that you chose to be an enemy of White Camel Mountain, wasting all your martial arts skills!"

His tone was mocking, like a cat that has caught a mouse, determined to toy with it to its heart's content before finally killing it.

Zhang Wuji was terrified, but he remained calm and undaunted, not because he was certain of victory, but because of the basic composure of a master who had already grasped the essence of martial arts. Even if killed by his opponent, he could still maintain a pure heart, preserving a swordsman's state of mind free from fear and elation. Smiling slightly, Ouyang Zhen said, "Sect Leader Ouyang seems to have endless time. You still have so much idle talk to you. Don't you think it's a waste of time?"

Ouyang Zhen looked surprised and said, "I feel sorry for you, but you take it as a joke. Do you really not want to live anymore?"

As he spoke, he suddenly took a step to the side, turned his back, put his hands behind his back, looked up at the night sky, and said, "Looking back at those who have achieved great things, who among them is not ruthless and heartless? Young Hero Zhang, you are doomed tonight. I, Ouyang Zhen, have truly found a worthy opponent and confidant. I can't help but feel a sense of mutual respect!"

As he took a step to the side, the scorching energy that was pressing down on Zhang Wuji suddenly disappeared without a trace. In its place was a chilling aura that tightly enveloped him, eroding and dissolving his true energy and will. It was like being suddenly transported from a scorching desert to an icy environment. The sudden change between cold and heat, the momentary emptiness, made Zhang Wuji feel even more miserable. Therefore, he couldn't seize the opportunity to launch a surprise attack.

Zhang Wuji knew very little about martial arts, having only accidentally mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill; his remaining martial arts knowledge came from martial arts novels and films. Even without martial arts knowledge, Zhang Wuji felt death approaching, for his opponent was far too powerful.

Zhang Wuji knew that in a duel between masters, the outcome largely depended on momentum and seizing opportunities; if one lost the initial battle, one would be at a disadvantage. Therefore, he couldn't ignore Ouyang Zhen's arrogant words. Remaining silent would be tantamount to acquiescing to his theory, further weakening his morale. Moreover, he felt Ouyang Zhen was like a rabid cat that had caught a mouse, determined to toy with him to its fullest extent.

Zhang Wuji secretly channeled his profound inner energy to resist Ouyang Zhen's terrifying evil techniques, while calmly chuckling, "Sect Leader Ouyang, why mistake feigned friendship for genuine camaraderie? Your words are merely an attempt to disrupt my mind and give you an opening. As a sect leader and grandmaster, to use such methods against a junior like me—I see you are all talk and no action!"

"You…"

Even with Ouyang Zhen's intelligence, hearing such words inevitably angered him!

The instant Ouyang Zhen's anger subsided, Zhang Wuji immediately sensed a significant weakening of the chilling, evil aura surrounding him. Such a golden opportunity was not to be missed. He abruptly retreated, his longsword flashing from its sheath.

Zhang Wuji aimed for a decisive strike, as his martial arts style was his weakest point. However, he knew that in duels between masters, a single move was often enough to defeat the enemy. Like Li Xunhuan's flying dagger, never missing its mark. Like Ximen Chuixue, whose sword came from the west!

Zhang Wuji had no other advantages, so he could only concentrate all his strength, using speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness to directly strike his opponent's vitals and defeat them in one move. This was also the move he used to defeat the disciples of Blood Wolf Fortress and White Camel Mountain.

This was actually the martial art that Zhang Wuji admired most: no moves are better than moves!

Chapter 39 The Lord of White Camel Mountain ②

Zhang Wuji launched a full-force attack, aiming for a single, decisive blow.

Unexpectedly, Ouyang Zhen burst into laughter: "Young Hero Zhang has fallen for the trap!"

"Clang!"

The precious blade with a golden hilt left its ornate scabbard inlaid with diamonds, transforming into countless crystalline points of light that rained down on Zhang Wuji like a storm, both beautiful and terrifying.

Zhang Wuji knew something was wrong before he could retreat even half a zhang. His original plan was to take advantage of Ouyang Zhen's distraction and weakened momentum, retreat to lure Ouyang Zhen into pursuit, and then use a sword strike imbued with all his power to forcefully repel him. At that point, he could defend or attack, unlike his previous disadvantageous position where he was controlled by Ouyang Zhen's aura.

However, as he retreated, Ouyang Zhen's aura suddenly intensified, the chilling energy transforming into incredibly resilient spider silk that bound him tightly, like a wounded prey. Although he tried his best to stretch the silk, his body remained trapped within the web, and he had a terrifying feeling of being pulled back. He had fallen into Ouyang Zhen's carefully laid trap.

Zhang Wuji had no choice but to advance instead of retreat, using the momentum to accelerate, and like a shooting star, he plunged into Ouyang Zhen's seemingly all-encompassing sword net.

The longsword transformed into azure light, emitting a hissing sound, piercing straight into the core of the opponent's sword net. The chilling aura condensed on the blade was like a torrent breaking through numerous obstacles, forcing Ouyang Zhen's icy energy to tumble to both sides.

Anyone else encountering Ouyang Zhen's icy energy would likely have collapsed long ago, but Zhang Wuji, having cultivated the Nine Yang Divine Skill, could completely repel Ouyang Zhen's chilling energy, allowing him to focus entirely on his attack.

This sword strike was not only Zhang Wuji's pinnacle to date, but also represented his complete dedication, filled with the courage and determination to disregard life and death, a warrior's final act of bravery.

When this sword was unleashed, he completely disregarded the question of who was stronger or weaker, showing no joy, no fear, no surprise.

Ouyang Zhen laughed loudly, "Well done!"

The thousands of sword rain points vanished instantly, transforming back into a golden, four-and-a-half-foot-long blade, gleaming in the hand.

Ouyang Zhen moved with surprising agility, suddenly shifting to the side. His longsword flashed downwards, striking Zhang Wuji's sword precisely at the tip, an inch away—an unbelievable accuracy.

"Clang!"

Zhang Wuji's entire body trembled violently. Surprisingly, the sword felt as if it had been pecked by a bird, offering no impact whatsoever. Yet, the pain in his chest felt like a hammer blow; his meridians felt like they were about to burst, his blood churned, and he saw stars. He felt so miserable he wished he could die immediately.

In terms of internal strength, Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Divine Skill was superior to Ouyang Zhen's. However, Ouyang Zhen was using a clever, deceptive force, essentially using Zhang Wuji's own internal energy against him!

If Zhang Wuji hadn't possessed unwavering resolve, he would have either given up resisting or fled for his life.

But Zhang Wuji knew that neither option was viable. The reason he suffered such a heavy loss in their first encounter was because he was led by the nose by Ouyang Zhen, who accurately sensed his sword intent through their shared energy. With a cold snort, Zhang Wuji unleashed the full power of his Nine Yang Divine Skill, dispelling the chilling energy that had invaded his body. The sword energy, which had not yet had a chance to be released, returned to his body, swirling within him. He felt a lightness throughout his body and finally broke free from Ouyang Zhen's aura using the swirling energy. He swiftly swung his sword towards Ouyang Zhen's face, displaying a heroic posture of dying alongside his enemy.

"Clang!"

Ouyang Zhen raised his sword to block, his swordplay simple and unadorned, having reached the realm of great skill appearing clumsy.

The longsword struck Ouyang Zhen's sword as if a dragonfly were cutting a stone pillar, unable to shake it in the slightest, and all subsequent moves were useless.

Zhang Wuji spat out a mouthful of blood with a "whoosh" and retreated rapidly. With no other choice, he could only use the Nine Yang Divine Skill, laying down layer upon layer of sword energy to block this formidable opponent's pursuit.

To his surprise, Ouyang Zhen stood unmoved, pointing only at him with the tip of his sword, a look of disdain on his face. When the two were about two zhang apart, Zhang Wuji suddenly stopped, pointing his sword back at Ouyang Zhen.

It wasn't that Zhang Wuji didn't want to take the opportunity to escape, but Ouyang Zhen's sword energy locked him in place. If he took another step back, the sword energy blocking his opponent would immediately dissipate, and with Ouyang Zhen's all-out attack, he would definitely not be able to withstand many more blows in the passive situation of being forced to retreat, resulting in a deadly situation. Therefore, he pulled back from the brink and stayed to fight to the death.

It is said that in the martial world, one is not in control of one's own destiny! Zhang Wuji now deeply felt the truth of this saying. In fact, it is not only in the martial world that one can be forced into a dilemma in battle.

Ouyang Zhen chuckled and said, "Young Master Zhang is indeed surprisingly skilled. Since I started out, I, Ouyang Zhen, have never encountered a general who could last ten rounds. But it seems that killing Young Master Zhang will not be easy, which makes me even more interested and enjoy the process."

Zhang Wuji thought to himself that this man was not only cruel and bloodthirsty, but also took pleasure in killing. If he survived this time, he would definitely devote himself to practicing swordsmanship and rid the world of this scourge of evil.

This thought further fueled Zhang Wuji's will to live. He replied with a smile, "I have a question I would like to ask Headmaster Ouyang."

Ouyang Zhen readily agreed, "If Young Hero Zhang is trying to stall for time, I am not only happy to oblige, but it is exactly what I want. Just looking at Young Hero Zhang is a delightful experience."

Although behind his pleasant words lay a cold and vicious mockery, Zhang Wuji had to admit that his speech was elegant, and his every move, whether still or in motion, was graceful and handsome, like a devil in beautiful skin.

The two remained facing each other with their swords drawn, clashing with each other's inner energy. However, if one only listened to their exchange, one would think they were two good friends chatting.

Zhang Wuji felt his energy gradually concentrating on the longsword in his hand, and calmly said, "Sect Leader Ouyang is dressed as an emperor, clearly not just an ordinary hero vying for supremacy, but someone who believes his status is inherently that of the emperor. This makes me think that Sect Leader Ouyang is very likely a descendant of a previous dynasty's imperial family. Moreover, Sect Leader Ouyang's original surname is not Ouyang, and he is certainly not a direct descendant of Ouyang Feng. Am I wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Zhen's eyes suddenly narrowed, flashing with a sharp light, and the sword energy in his hand surged. "How dare you! Investigating my origins!"

Zhang Wuji, who had initially approached the matter with a tentative attitude, now saw Ouyang Zhen's change and knew he had guessed correctly. This triggered Ouyang Zhen's deepest fear, and he immediately pressed his advantage, laughing loudly, "So you truly are a remnant of a fallen kingdom! I wonder if Sect Leader Ouyang's original surname was Cao, Liu, or Sun?"

Ouyang Zhen's previous carefree demeanor vanished, his eyes flashing with ferocity. But before he could strike, Zhang Wuji's longsword transformed into a streak of green light, shooting towards him.

Seeing that Zhang Wuji's seemingly ordinary sword strike actually contained boundless variations, like the universe itself, Ouyang Zhen dared not be careless. He twirled his sword, creating a flourish, and met the longsword like a blooming flower.

The two masters clashed once more.

Two figures flashed and leaped under the moonlight, locked in a fierce battle. Both fought with lightning speed, parrying each other's moves, the clanging of swords never ceasing. Suddenly, Zhang Wuji let out a muffled groan and flew backward, widening the distance between them to about two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

Ouyang Zhen did not pursue, but instead raised the sword held horizontally in front of his chest, his eyes gazing tenderly at the blood-stained blade. He said softly, "Young Master Zhang, do you know that this precious blade, which will drink your blood tonight, has a beautiful name?"

Zhang Wuji pointed his sword at Ouyang Zhen, blood gushing from the wound on his left side, staining half his sleeve red. Although Ouyang Zhen's sword had only penetrated an inch into his flesh, its energy had already damaged the nearby meridians, numbing the left side of his body.

This was the first time he had been injured while facing an opponent since his transmigration. He hadn't expected the feeling of being injured to be so unbearable! For the first time, Zhang Wuji also felt the possibility of being killed by his opponent.

However, Zhang Wuji had no intention of giving up. He knew that Ouyang Zhen's only weakness was his excessive arrogance; otherwise, if he pressed his advantage, Ouyang Zhen would certainly not last three moves. Ouyang Zhen

, believing he had him cornered, was complacent. Little did he know that Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Divine Skill possessed a miraculous healing effect, allowing him to quickly recover his mental and physical strength, thus causing Zhang Wuji to misjudge his counterattack power.

Now that Ouyang Zhen still seemed to be in the mood for conversation, he was happy to oblige, and said with a calm smile, "Since Sect Leader Ouyang considers himself an emperor, his sword naturally has a noble name."

Ouyang Zhen glanced at him, shook his head, and sighed, "A true hero! Ha! A fearless and resolute hero. Even knowing you're about to die, you remain calm and composed. It's only meaningful to kill someone like Young Hero Zhang. I guarantee I'll make sure you bleed to your last drop, and see if you can still laugh then?" Zhang

Wuji was already used to his pleasure in killing, and shrugged, "Sect Leader Ouyang still hasn't revealed the name of his blade!"

Ouyang Zhen smiled slightly, "I remember! I have high hopes for Young Hero Zhang, so I don't want you to be a fool. This sword is called 'Free and Unfettered'!"

"Take this!"

Although the wound still throbbed with pain, the bleeding had stopped, and his meridians had returned to normal. Zhang Wuji's mind returned to a state of serene tranquility. He watched as Ouyang Zhen launched his attack. The Free and Unfettered Sword followed a graceful arc, striking from two zhang away. Even before the sword arrived, its astonishing sword energy had completely locked onto and enveloped him, leaving him with no choice but to meet the attack head-on. Such mastery of swordsmanship, with everything driven by the Free and Unfettered Sword, demonstrated that Ouyang Zhen had reached the level of a grandmaster.

When Ouyang Zhen's sword was less than half a zhang away, Zhang Wuji finally reacted, and in a way that completely surprised Ouyang Zhen. He

pulled his sword back to the right.

It should be known that Ouyang Zhen's sword attack, seemingly aimed at Zhang Wuji's chest, was actually targeting Zhang Wuji's sword. His attack relied on the subtle energy exchange between masters, and the sword was precisely where Zhang Wuji's essence, energy, and spirit resided. Any counterattack would be detected by Ouyang Zhen through their spiritual connection, making it impossible to conceal. Now, instead of advancing, the longsword has shifted backward, exposing all its weaknesses and leaving it completely vulnerable to Ouyang Zhen's attack. For any other master not skilled enough to control the sword with Ouyang Zhen's qi, it would be tantamount to Zhang Wuji offering his body up, allowing the enemy's sword to strike from any point. However, Ouyang Zhen, guided by his qi, has a new sensitivity in his sword, which naturally gravitates towards the point where Zhang Wuji's longsword is located on his right. Like a giant wave crashing against a dam, suddenly encountering a breach, it naturally surges towards this opening, which is precisely the tip of Zhang Wuji's longsword.

It's not that Ouyang Zhen can't change his move, but any change would disrupt his unbroken, unstoppable advantage, and he also takes advantage of Zhang Wuji's injured left side. Furthermore, Zhang Wuji's retreating longsword still maintains powerful sword energy, capable of turning the tide at any moment and launching a counterattack. Therefore, he continues to follow the momentum, using the longsword as his target.

Zhang Wuji laughed loudly, "Sect Leader Ouyang has fallen for the trap!"

His longsword continued to move backward, while his left palm flashed out like lightning. The longsword became the sun, and his left palm, with fingers forming a blade, became the moon. Sun and moon shone brightly, the Yin and Yang techniques were used simultaneously, and the palm struck heavily at the side of the Free and Easy Sword. This was the "feint to the east while attacking

the west" technique, frequently used in Sun Tzu's Art of War. Unexpectedly, Zhang Wuji used it in this battle, and with great effectiveness. Ouyang Zhen 's whole body trembled, and he was pulled back to Zhang Wuji's right, his attack completely nullified. Zhang Wuji felt a lightness in his body, no longer feeling the pressure of Ouyang Zhen's energy. Knowing that his good fortune was fleeting, he twisted his body sharply, the moon shifting and the sun changing, his longsword following like a shadow, swiftly thrusting at Ouyang Zhen's retreating throat. This was Zhang Wuji's all-out killing move; if he still couldn't defeat Ouyang Zhen, he would be left only to be slaughtered. "Clang!" Ouyang Zhen only took two steps back when Xiaoyao suddenly burst into a ball of sword light, meeting Zhang Wuji's longsword head-on, coldly snorting, "Seeking death!" Zhang Wuji knew he was in trouble; his longsword had been blocked squarely , and he managed to deflect it. Ouyang Zhen, enraged by his initial defeat, no longer cared about Zhang Wuji's words about bleeding him to death. He sprang up, his legs bent, and with a beautiful yet sinister movement, slashed his sword at Zhang Wuji's face, making it impossible for Zhang Wuji to block. Zhang Wuji laughed again, his body spiraling upwards, his longsword spinning once, sweeping back at his opponent's face—a move of mutual destruction. In truth, at this moment, Zhang Wuji was also forced to use this desperate, life-or-death tactic; only in this way could he force Ouyang Zhen back and give himself a chance to escape. Yes, escape. Zhang Wuji was very clear about what he had to do next. Given that he couldn't defeat his opponent, escape was the only way out—an escape with all his might. As the saying goes, of the thirty-six stratagems, running away is the best. As long as you have a breath left, you may have a chance to make a comeback. And to escape, you must first fight desperately.

In layman's terms, this is called "being put in a life-or-death situation and then surviving." It's the same principle as "fortune favors the bold," where the chance of survival often arises in a life-or-death moment.

Chapter 40: The Village Girl Saves His

Life. Zhang Wuji, with a fearless courage and all his strength, attacked his opponent. Because he spun two feet higher than Ouyang Zhen, Ouyang Zhen's Free and Easy Sword aimed for his waist.

Ouyang Zhen cursed inwardly, "Fool!" Just as Zhang Wuji's sword was only five inches from his face, the Free and Easy Sword suddenly accelerated, striking his back first.

"Clang!"

Surprisingly, the Free and Easy Sword didn't feel like it cut through flesh; instead, it struck a hard metal object. Ouyang Zhen suddenly realized that Zhang Wuji's back must be protected by some metal object.

Fortunately, he used Yang Zhen's strength to send Zhang Wuji flying with a single blow, thus thwarting his dying counterattack; otherwise, he would have been struck in the face by Zhang Wuji's sword.

As expected, Zhang Wuji flew away with the sword, even having the leisure to smile and say, "Thank you for seeing me off, Sect Leader Ouyang!"

Zhang Wuji then used the momentum to soar into the air, passing over the dilapidated village houses and heading towards the dense forest behind the village.

Ouyang Zhen also took to the air, first landing on a broken rooftop, then tapping his toes as he chased after Zhang Wuji, laughing loudly, "Trying to escape? I'm afraid you're celebrating too soon, Young Hero Zhang!"

Five zhang above the ground, Zhang Wuji spat out another mouthful of blood. This was the second time he had been injured tonight, and each time he had suppressed it with the mental techniques of the Nine Yang Divine Skill. If he managed to escape tonight, it would certainly take a considerable amount of time to recover.

But he had no other choice. Ouyang Zhen's demonic skills were extremely domineering, and now the sound of his clothes tearing through the wind was already approaching from behind, growing ever closer. Zhang Wuji gathered his inner energy, circulating it throughout his meridians, and slammed himself into the dense foliage of a towering tree. He landed on a horizontal branch near the top, his long sword pointing at Ouyang Zhen, the Emperor of the Underworld, who was descending upon him like a figure from the netherworld seeking his death.

Anyone else, even knowing the chances of escape were slim, would have exerted every effort, hoping to use their advantage to penetrate the dense forest and escape for their life. But Zhang Wuji was no ordinary man. Now, with the strategic advantage at his disposal, he resolved to fight to the death. For him, in a battle between masters, victory or defeat wasn't solely determined by swordsmanship or skill; strategy and will were equally important. Life and death aside, perhaps Ouyang Zhen was truly his best sparring partner, or even his mentor.

No matter how many years you practice swordsmanship, it's not as fast as sparring with a master. In a mere instant, Zhang Wuji's martial arts level had risen to the ranks of first-rate masters. This was all thanks to his exchange and desperate struggle with Ouyang Zhen!

Sword energy rushed towards him, and as Ouyang Zhen drew near, all he could see were points of light. If his skill were even slightly lacking, he wouldn't know the direction or angle from which the true Free and Unfettered Sword was attacking. Not knowing what to attack, he naturally wouldn't know how to defend. Zhang Wuji,

however, inwardly cheered.

Ouyang Zhen had no choice but to employ a strategy of deception. Because Zhang Wuji was backed by a solid tree trunk, while Ouyang Zhen was attacking from mid-air, a direct confrontation would leave Ouyang Zhen with nowhere to land, putting him at a disadvantage. Therefore, Ouyang Zhen had to use every trick in the book to overwhelm Zhang Wuji, forcing him into a passive position, unable to launch offensive moves, and struggling to defend.

The points of sword light before Zhang Wuji's eyes, shooting down from the branches and leaves, seemed to disappear behind the sword light, revealing Ouyang Zhen's true skill.

Zhang Wuji closed his eyes, unleashing the full power of his Nine Yang Divine Skill. His mind was as still as water, his senses heightened to their limit. From the sound of Ouyang Zhen's clothes rubbing against the branches, he could almost visualize Ouyang Zhen's location in his mind.

More importantly, he realized that Ouyang Zhen's seemingly aggressive demeanor was merely an attempt to gain a foothold. If Ouyang Zhen gained a foothold, Zhang Wuji would lose all advantage.

Zhang Wuji swung his sword.

Ouyang Zhen's Free and Easy Sword was less than five feet away, but instead of blocking or counterattacking, Zhang Wuji channeled his energy into the sword's edge, unleashing a burst of power that instantly severed a branch as thick as a child's arm in two, along with a clump of leaves, falling downwards.

Ouyang Zhen snorted in shock, plummeting downwards with the broken branch, all his special techniques rendered useless. What was most infuriating was Zhang Wuji's perfect timing in breaking the branch—the exact moment Ouyang Zhen's toes touched the branch tip, preventing him from gaining any leverage.

Zhang Wuji's eyes snapped open, and with a long shout, he gripped his sword high above his head, leaping off the tree trunk and lunging down at the falling Ouyang Zhen. His sword flashed, aiming for the top of Ouyang Zhen's crown.

One was poised for battle, the other was in disarray; the advantage was obvious.

In terms of swordsmanship, Zhang Wuji was indeed inferior to Ouyang Zhen, by a significant margin. However, in terms of internal strength, Zhang Wuji far surpassed Ouyang Zhen. Furthermore, Zhang Wuji employed strategy and tactics, combined with the power of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, finally gaining the upper hand for the first time.

Ouyang Zhen, worthy of being a grandmaster and sect leader, was remarkably composed, parrying upwards with his Free and Easy Sword.

Zhang Wuji couldn't help but secretly admire him, because if Ouyang Zhen had merely parried horizontally, he was confident that, given Ouyang Zhen's momentary lapse in concentration, he could have easily cleaved the Free and Easy Sword in two, severing the crown and driving it into Ouyang Zhen's head.

"Clang!"

Ouyang Zhen snorted angrily. Although he deflected Zhang Wuji's deadly sword strike, he was also forced to fall downwards, finding himself in a vulnerable position.

Even in such a favorable situation for Zhang Wuji, he still felt a sense of dejection, as if he couldn't harm his opponent in the slightest, demonstrating Ouyang Zhen's exceptional skill and power. However, if he chose to escape now, his chances of success would increase exponentially.

But he didn't consider this at all. With a cold shout, he somersaulted, his sword flashing with a blue light, chasing after the rapidly falling Ouyang Zhen headfirst.

Ouyang Zhen also countered with a cold glint of his sword above his head.

The two fell rapidly to the ground, one after the other, their swords seemingly clashing. Just as the two swords were about to cross, Ouyang Zhen's feet were less than a foot off the ground when a sudden change occurred.

"Clang!"

Both Zhang Wuji and Ouyang Zhen were violently shaken. Zhang Wuji, relying on his profound internal energy, desperately suppressed Ouyang Zhen. Ouyang Zhen, utilizing his martial arts skills, used his Free and Easy Sword to strike upwards, successfully blocking the powerful attack that left his opponent no room for retreat. Simultaneously, he slashed forward with his other hand, striking Zhang Wuji's sword directly, but was forced back by the powerful internal energy of Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Divine Skill!

"Whoosh!"

Ouyang Zhen spat out blood, clearly severely injured, yet he still managed to speak, his voice carrying far and wide: "Young Master Zhang's internal strength is astonishing, truly admirable. I have no choice but to retreat for now, and repay you another day."

As Ouyang Zhen disappeared into the deserted village, Zhang Wuji also fell heavily to the ground.

"Whoosh..."

Zhang Wuji spat out even more blood than Ouyang Zhen. If Ouyang Zhen hadn't been so cautious and conservative, even a slight increase in force during another thrust would have been fatal for Zhang Wuji.

Perhaps it was a divine intervention, but Ouyang Zhen, terrified by Zhang Wuji's powerful internal energy, dared not attack again, effectively saving Zhang Wuji's life.

Thinking of Ouyang Zhen's conservatism and his own good fortune, Zhang Wuji chuckled to himself. Just then, a chill ran through him, and he felt a wave of weakness and drowsiness wash over him.

Startled, Zhang Wuji knew this was a prelude to the flare-up of his internal injuries inflicted by Ouyang Zhen. He quickly rushed into the forest to find a secluded place to heal.

After searching for a while, he found only a large tree. Knowing that Ouyang Zhen wouldn't come again and that the people from White Camel Mountain had probably withdrawn from Red Plum Manor, Zhang Wuji sat down and used his Nine Yang Divine Skill to heal.

Sitting there for a long time, Zhang Wuji entered a state of tranquility. He didn't know how much time had passed when he awoke. The quiet forest environment, with its sunlight filtering through the trees, gently soothed his wounded soul.

Unexpectedly, a night and a half had passed in the blink of an eye.

Ouyang Zhen's demonic arts were extremely insidious. Although Zhang Wuji had temporarily used the Nine Yang Divine Skill to greatly alleviate the damage to his meridians, he still needed to continue his practice for treatment before he could fully recover. If he were injured again during this period, even the Nine Yang Divine Skill would be useless, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

In fact, the Nine Yang Divine Skill that Zhang Wuji practiced was purely internal energy cultivation and the essence of martial arts; it had no offensive or defensive moves whatsoever. The fact that he was able to hold his own against Ouyang Zhen and force him to retreat this time was entirely due to Zhang Wuji's wisdom and on-the-spot performance, as well as his understanding of Gu Long's novels. If he had followed Jin Yong's martial arts cultivation method and slowly cultivated, Zhang Wuji would probably already be meeting his maker. Just like how Master Jueyuan, despite having mastered a set of divine skills, was clumsy and unable to defend himself when attacked by Xiao Xiangzi and He Zudao; even Zhang Sanfeng needed Yang Guo to personally teach him four moves before he could fight against Yikexi.

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