【Six Dynasties Cloud Dragon Chant】(8)

Chapter Eight.

Cheng Zongyang slumped to the side, dissipating the force, and staggered back a few steps. Pan Jinlian's face was ashen.

She grabbed and flung a fat, big-eared monk to the ground with her left.

Xin Yong scrambled to his feet, forcing a smile, and said, "Indeed, it's Crane Feather Sword Maiden! Excellent skill! Excellent skill!"

He fawned over her while quickly hiding behind Cheng Zongyang.

Cheng Zongyang immediately knew his trick had been exposed. He chuckled and asked, "

Has Abbot Xinyong's injury fully healed?"

"Thank you! Thank you!" Xinyong replied, "Fairy Pan's miraculous healing has restored

more than 20% of ."

Afraid he would exaggerate, Cheng Zongyang quickly added, "Fairy Pan, Wu Er..."

Pan Jinlian's phoenix eyes flashed coldly, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Shameless scoundrel!"

Le Mingzhu timidly said, "Senior Sister..."

Pan Jinlian snapped, "If you say another word, I'll throw you off the bridge, you little fool!"

With that, she grabbed Le Mingzhu and leaped away.

Le Mingzhu pouted, looking back repeatedly. Cheng Zongyang wanted to chase after her, but seeing Sister Pan's agility

in leaping several meters, he immediately gave up the idea.

"Big Brother," Xinyong pouted and said sincerely, "I didn't say anything!"

He watched as his tender, adorable little melon, which he had just taken a bite of, flew away. Cheng Zongyang felt so uncomfortable

that he wanted to slap the bald monk to vent his anger.

After a while, Cheng Zongyang sighed, patted Xin Yong on the shoulder, and said, "Thanks."

"Brother, where are you going?" "To

cross the bridge."

Cheng Zongyang took a step but then stopped, grabbed a handful of snacks from his bag, took a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Xin Yong,

then waved and turned to step onto the Naihe Bridge.

………………………………………………………………………………………

Zhou Fei's feat of shouting and repelling the bridge guards caused a sensation, unsurprisingly.

The Naihe Bridge, which countless people considered a daunting obstacle, became a thoroughfare, causing all the treasure hunters who came to the Taiquan Ancient Formation to exclaim in amazement.

When Cheng Zongyang crossed the Naihe Bridge, the other end was already crowded with people. Those who had not originally joined the Zhou clan now

felt that following the young master Zhou would bring them great wealth, and they lowered their pride to form an alliance with the Zhou clan. Those who had already joined the Zhou clan were now even more

arrogant, convinced they had chosen the right person and that a fortune was just around the corner.

Cheng Zongyang had originally intended to ask Zhou Fei for clarification, but as soon as he squeezed to the front, he turned and left before he could even speak.

Several silent men in the crowd were clearly outsiders from Canglan.

There were also outsiders on the bridge, several squatting at the bridgehead carefully observing the white line. The white line

was gradually fading in the sunlight, and it seemed it would disappear soon. Cheng Zongyang secretly regretted his impulsive decision to come and find

out Zhou Fei's background, neglecting the outsiders who had followed him.

Going back was no longer an option; there were outsiders both on and under the bridge, and staying here would inevitably lead to their

discovery . Cheng Zongyang simply took advantage of the crowd and moved forward.

Layer upon layer of overpasses crisscrossed overhead, their height seemingly endless. This time, Cheng Zongyang did not step onto the Bewitching

Bridge again, but instead followed the crowd from under the bridge towards the entrance to the tenth level.

If Zhou Fei really was a time traveler… The thought of this possibility filled Cheng Zongyang with unease.

He had been in the Six Dynasties for over a year and was no longer unfamiliar with this world. However, the

more , the more confused he became. This distorted, reflection-like world seemed to hold too many secrets, which

he couldn't see or touch. No one could answer his questions, and even communication had become a luxury.

Cheng Zongyang could feel that the longer he stayed in the Six Dynasties, the more he resembled a person

from that era , while his past memories gradually faded. Sometimes he even had the illusion that his past experiences

were merely a dream—Zi Mei, Duan Qiang, the airplane… they were all illusions, never having truly

happened .

Cheng Zongyang had never longed for communication as much as he did now. He had too many confusions to confide in,

too many questions to verify. But he needed a time traveler with a similar background.

Cheng Zongyang's mind was in turmoil, unable to discern whether he was happy or worried. The crowd gradually thinned out, and when he realized it,

only a few people remained around him. One man walked slowly ahead, while two others followed at a leisurely pace.

Cheng Zongyang suddenly stopped, and all three sensed his movement and halted simultaneously. Then, Cheng Zongyang

leaped to the side and forward. The three hurriedly gave chase, but it was too late; they watched as Cheng Zongyang disappeared into the forest.

Cheng Zongyang, a dagger gripping his hand, moved like a cheetah through the woods. It was like an abandoned greenbelt, overgrown

with vegetation , making the tunnel entrance impossible to see. He had been

lost in thought, following the man without looking up. Those three outsiders were cunning, deliberately leading him to a secluded spot, clearly

trying to avoid being seen and eliminate him unnoticed in the shadows.

A whoosh of wind rushed past behind him; Cheng Zongyang knew without turning around that it was a short spear. The spear

was much larger than an arrow; if he could simply parry the tip, he wouldn't even need to stop. Unfortunately

, he had never practiced catching a hidden weapon with a backhand strike. He was 99% sure he wouldn't hit it with a backhand slash, but he was more confident of getting pierced through the heart by a short spear.

Cheng Zongyang turned and stopped, slashing the short spear with his dagger, then throwing a round object. One of the men

behind him surnamed outsiders, swung his longsword, cleaving the object in two.

With a "whoosh," the metal can burst open, foam splattering everywhere. In his shock, a chilling sensation

pierced his chest; his ribs cracked slightly as the blade severed them, blood gushing from his ruptured heart.

Without hesitation, Cheng Zongyang dodged the blood, his heart aching for the can of cola. Two more men, surnamed

outsiders , drew their swords, attacking from both sides.

Cheng Zongyang sheathed his dagger, gripped the narrow hilt of his laser knife with both hands, and unleashed a burst of inner energy. A bolt of lightning shot from the hilt

, instantly cleaving one of the men, knife and all, into four pieces.

Amidst the swirling rain of blood, Cheng Zongyang gritted his teeth and smiled, charging towards the last outsider. Although these outsiders

were fearless, no one was willing to die needlessly. Seeing the young man kill

two of the outsider turned and fled.

Cheng Zongyang shouted, "Where do you think you're going!"

Though his shout was loud, Cheng Zongyang didn't budge an inch. He had already noticed that the laser blade remained charged...

In its light-elemental form, its offensive power far surpassed the understanding of this era. Like that last strike, it easily

sliced the opponent into four pieces. This weapon was simply monstrous. The problem was that the laser blade consumed

even more true energy. He had only lasted five seconds before his dantian's true energy was exhausted. If that outsider

had attacked last, he probably would have been cut down with a single blow.

The flickering lightning gradually dissipated, and Cheng Zongyang was slightly taken aback, looking at the dark silver blade that had condensed on the hilt,

a stark contrast to its previous black and white patterns. Upon closer inspection, he realized the patterns hadn't disappeared, but had

become finer, giving the blade a dark silver sheen.

Perhaps it was due to his refined cultivation that the blade had changed. Cheng Zongyang still didn't know

which was the true form of the laser blade. The laser blade in its electric-elemental form was exceptionally sharp, but even a peak level five cultivation

couldn't sustain it for more than a few seconds; it was merely a transitional state. When the laser blade materialized, it looked much like an ordinary weapon

. However, Cheng Zongyang sensed that its strength was related to the wielder's cultivation level. If he broke through

to the fifth level and entered the sixth level of the Netherworld Realm, the laser blade would become even more solid.

Cheng Zongyang wiped the blood from his face and turned to leave. Footsteps sounded behind him; the outsider

had returned .

Cheng Zongyang's heart pounded. He was currently just a shell, and the true energy he had consumed would require at least

several hours of meditation to recover. If he hadn't killed two people and absorbed two streams of death energy, he probably

wouldn't even be able to stand. If it were any other opponent, Cheng Zongyang might have simply abandoned his blade and surrendered, waiting for Wu Er and the others to arrive and rescue

him. But he had already witnessed the cruelty of these outsiders. If he abandoned his blade, they probably wouldn't use such a simple method as

acupoint striking . If they cut off one of his arms or legs, he might as well fight to the death.

The outsider didn't approach, but only stared at him menacingly from a distance. Cheng Zongyang knew

he , awaiting backup. Unfortunately, knowing this was one thing, actually rushing to kill him now

was incredibly difficult.

Cheng Zongyang was willing but powerless, while the outsider was capable but unwilling, resulting in a stalemate. But he was the feint, the opponent

the real threat; this stalemate would only be detrimental to him.

Cheng Zongyang drew his coral dagger. As he circulated his inner energy, a chilling coldness surged into his dantian,

slightly replenishing his already depleted meridians. Cheng Zongyang sneered and turned to leave.

Just then, a monk emerged from the forest. His eyes were deep-set, his brow bones prominent, his thin body wrapped in

a dirty white cloth, his skin dark, carrying a bamboo staff in one hand, a cloth bag slung over his shoulder, and his

feet bare .

Upon first seeing him, Cheng Zongyang was wondering why there was a monk there when suddenly a figure flashed like a ghost, the monk

silently approaching, then abruptly raising his bamboo staff. Cheng Zongyang was already at his limit, and this time he couldn't

dodge , the staff piercing his shoulder, blood spurting out immediately.

The outsider who was watching turned and fled, the gaunt figure of the monk

appearing and disappearing in the forest like a leaping shadow. A moment later, a scream came from afar.

The series of events left Cheng Zongyang somewhat confused. Only after hearing the scream did he hurriedly press his wound and

struggle to his feet, retreating into the forest.

The monk seemed to have just been passing by and didn't return to kill him. Cheng Zongyang leaned against a tree, calming his mind

and breathing slowly.

Now that he had calmed down, Cheng Zongyang realized that he had been too impulsive. He already knew that the Taiquan Ancient Formation was full of

danger , but in a moment of irrationality, he had fallen into one dangerous situation after another. It could be said that from the

moment he saw that pedestrian line, he had made a series of mistakes.

Zhou Fei might be a transmigrator, or might have the knowledge of a transmigrator—all of this was just a possibility,

yet he had acted rashly and eagerly wanted to communicate with him. Even if Zhou Fei were truly a time traveler, would he be

so eager to reveal his identity that everyone would burst into tears? The most likely scenario was that he would remain silent and simply turn and leave.

Cheng Zongyang was no longer as naive as when he first entered the Six Dynasties. He could easily imagine that a

time traveler with a similar background could mean a companion, but more likely, an adversary—his most dangerous

adversary.

Cheng Zongyang temporarily set Zhou Fei aside and began to analyze his current situation. Considering the journey,

although he had spent too much time in the rainforest, he was fortunate to have been teleported to the third level. When he arrived at the Bridge of Helplessness,

Xiao Yaoyi, Wu Er, Old Man Zhu, Xu Junfang, and Xiao Zi were not present. If they had been teleported to the first

level, it wouldn't be surprising if they were still on their way.

Unfortunately, he had made a grave mistake crossing the Bridge of Helplessness. Under the surveillance of those outsiders, it would be difficult for him to turn

back and reunite with Xiao Yaoyi and the others. Now he was essentially alone, surrounded by outsiders, and in

danger at any moment.

Putting aside the mystery of Zhou Fei's time travel, Cheng Zongyang's mind became sharper. He immediately realized that the ascetic he had just encountered

was likely the target of the Suofan Temple. The ascetic carried relics stolen from various Buddhist temples,

which explained his swift and decisive attack. He himself had only escaped with his life because the ascetic was so eager to shake off the monks.

Meeting the ascetic was merely accidental; the real threat came from the outsiders. Cheng Zongyang didn't know

how many people they had deployed to the Taiquan Ancient Formation, but it was clearly much more than before. Even if all

the outsiders were now in the Taiquan Ancient Formation, he wouldn't be surprised.

After much deliberation, Cheng Zongyang finally stood up and walked in another direction. The entrance to the tenth-level tunnel

was definitely a key area monitored by the outsiders; he would be targeted as soon as he showed himself. Returning to the bridge would yield

the same result. His most urgent task now was to find a safe place to quickly meditate and recover

his strength . The Taiquan Ancient Formation surely had such a place. 　　Footsteps echoed through the empty concrete pipes. Cheng Zongyang, holding a walnut-sized luminous pearl, walked deeper into the pipes, using

its glowing light as a guide. 　　The sewers of the Taiquan Ancient Array almost formed an underground world. Explorers had ventured into the sewers , but even the luckiest returned empty-handed, and some simply vanished. Dangerous and unrewarding, these sewers were eventually ignored. 　　The sewers within the array varied in width; some required crawling, while others were several stories high, their grand scale...

The appearance made one doubt that they were truly sewers. Cheng Zongyang walked along, glancing up as he went, finally stopping beside a

vertical shaft .

The shaft led directly to the ground, and sunlight streamed in through the manhole cover's grille. Below the shaft was a

main pipe, over five meters high. Above the shaft wall was a row of circular openings; during heavy rains, rainwater

would flow from these tributaries into the main pipe. The location was close to the ground, facilitating ventilation, and the high position of the openings provided excellent

concealment . Cheng Zongyang pulled out his coral dagger, laboriously climbed into the opening, sat cross-legged inside, and

closed his eyes to concentrate.

With the rotation of his qi wheel, true qi flowed like a trickle through his meridians. Each cycle

restored a portion of his essence. Cheng Zongyang closed his eyes, gradually entering a state of complete absorption, his true essence slowly recovering.

After an unknown amount of time, footsteps echoed from inside the pipe. A burly man said, "Nobody here? Brother Sun,

have we come to the wrong place?"

Brother Sun replied, "This is it. Let's wait and see."

The footsteps stopped a short distance away. After a while, the burly man whispered, "Brother Sun, is it really the gang leader looking for

us ?"

"Would I lie to you?"

"Brother Sun, that's not what I meant. I meant..." The burly man stammered, unable to finish his sentence for a long time.

Brother Sun said impatiently, "What exactly do you want to say?"

The burly man steeled himself and lowered his voice, "Brother Sun, Chief He treats us well, but we're all

under Young Master Zhou now..."

"That's right, so what?"

"I think it's much more prestigious in the Zhou Clan than in the Luo Gang. Before, in the gang, although we got a lot of

money, we were always working ourselves to the bone. In the Zhou Clan, we don't have to pole or pull the boat, it's much easier than before."

Brother Sun said with a stern face, "Jiang Yong, what do you mean? The chief called us, and you don't want to come, right?"

"If Brother Sun says so, we brothers will definitely come. But this matter... shouldn't we tell the head cook? After all,

we just joined the Zhou Clan, didn't we?"

Brother Sun glared at him, and after a moment, he suddenly chuckled, "Brother didn't misjudge you. You're usually

quiet , but you know what you're doing. To tell you the truth," Brother Sun lowered his voice, "I came here on Steward Pang

's orders."

"Steward Pang?"

"That's right. Although Chief He is our chief, the Luo Gang is gone, what use is the chief?

I was the first to see the code Chief He left, and I immediately reported it to Steward Pang. Steward Pang instructed me to erase the code

and not let anyone else know, and then check if it really was Chief He."

The big man perked up, "Steward Pang is going to..." Brother Sun

made a shushing gesture, and then whispered, "I was afraid I couldn't handle it, so I called you. If this

matter is accomplished, it will be a great achievement, and we will have established a foothold in the Zhou clan."

"But the two of us are no match for the chief..."

"Don't worry about that, Steward Pang..."

Brother Sun hadn't finished speaking when he quickly shut his mouth.

He Yilian appeared in the distance. She looked around cautiously for a moment, then said, "Sun Yi? Jiang Yong?"

Sun Yi said with a look of surprise, "Chief!"

"Just the two of you?"

Jiang Yong quickly said, "We came as soon as we saw the secret mark left by the Chief!"

"The others..." He Yilian hesitated for a moment, "Have they all joined the Zhou Clan?"

Jiang Yong said, "That was all the Deputy Chief's idea."

"What kind of Zhou Clan is that!" Sun Yi patted his chest and said, "We brothers only recognize the Chief!"

He Yilian revealed a smile and slowly walked over. Her face was pale, and although she tried to remain calm,

the panic in her eyes could not be hidden, as if she was in great danger.

"You two are very good," He Yilian said. "Truly loyal, brave, and righteous."

Sun Yi said, "Chief, what are you doing here? Here, have some water first."

He Yilian took the bamboo tube he handed her, pulled out the stopper, and was about to drink when she suddenly smiled wryly, "Of

the dozens of heroes in my Luo Gang, only two answered the call..." She raised her voice, as if making a vow, "When we

return to Luodu, I'll give each of you a chair!"

"Chief, don't say that!" Jiang Yong patted his chest and said, "We are all the Chief's men, and we

will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

"Going through fire and water is unnecessary," He Yilian's gaze shifted, and she chuckled, "Since you two are following

me, you'll certainly receive your share of benefits." Saying this, she turned around and said, "Lan'er, come out."

The two opened their eyes wide and looked at the white-clad figure behind the Chief.

He Yilian curled her lips into a smile. "What? Don't you recognize her?"

Sun Yi swallowed hard. "This is... Madam Yin from the Qingye Sect?"

"You're lucky."

He Yilian gave Yin Fulan a gentle push, shoving her in front of the two of them. This Madam of the Qingye Sect leader was only wearing

a bodice, her fair skin mostly exposed. Sunlight streaming through the well cover shone on her, making her skin shimmer

with a white, smooth glow. She slightly raised her head, a bewildered smile on her face.

He Yilian said, "The Green Leaf Sect is gone. This Madam Yin lost all her money in the Taiquan Ancient Formation and had no way to

make a living, so she sold herself to our Luo Gang as a slave. Isn't that right, Lan'er?"

Yin Fulan said softly, "Yes."

He Yilian turned her head and smiled, "You two are my capable subordinates, and you are very loyal. Madam Yin has been trying to

curry favor ."

Jiang Yong swallowed hard. "Huh?"

Sun Yi said somewhat disbelievingly, "Courte to us?"

"She is now a slave in the gang. Who else can she curry favor with if not you?"

He Yilian seemed calm, but she was worried sick inside. She knew a little about the fact that the Luo Gang was swallowed up by the Zhou Clan.

How could she not know that it was instigated by Pang Baihong and Yan Senlei? The Luo Gang and the Green Leaf Sect were able to stand on their own because Guangyuanxing

supported them. Now that both gangs no longer exist, she and Yin Fulan have also become expendable pawns. In order to make way for the Zhou Clan,

it is not impossible that they were secretly eliminated.

He Yilian had been operating within the Luo Gang for many years and was confident she had a few loyal subordinates. However, despite leaving

a secret mark, she only received two lowly figures. But He Yilian had no other choice but to try every possible method to win over

these two men.

He Yilian said to Yin Fulan, "My men have seen you many times, but they were always through your clothes, so how could they see

clearly? Now that you've come to my gang as a slave, let them see clearly."

Yin Fulan untied her bodice, revealing her pair of snow-white breasts.

"Let them admire my private parts too."

Yin Fulan obediently turned around, covered her buttocks with both hands, and then bent over, exposing her private parts.

Sun Yi, who had been staring at the bamboo tube in He Yilian's hand, anxious because she hadn't drunk from it for a while, was now dazzled

by the sight, his neck flushed red, and he was panting heavily.

He Yilian said, "This slut has willingly come to my Luo Gang as a slave, why are you being so polite?"

Sun Yi and Jiang Yong simultaneously reached out and grabbed at Yin Fulan's white, snow-white buttocks.

A dark silver light descended from the sky, followed by a storm of blades, and Cheng Zongyang leaped down from the air, cutting

the two men to the ground.

Although the two were skilled members of the Luo Gang, their cultivation was far inferior to Cheng Zongyang's, and they were caught completely off guard,

dying . Blood splattered on the cement wall, leaving a crimson stain. He Yilian's expression changed drastically, but she didn't immediately

attack; instead, she took a half-step back.

Cheng Zongyang raised his laser blade, pointing it at He Yilian. He sneered, "The water in the bamboo tube was specially

prepared for Gang Leader He by Deacon Pang. Why hasn't Gang Leader He drunk it yet?"

He Yilian's jade-like hand trembled, and she hurriedly dropped the bamboo tube as if burned.

"Why isn't Gang Leader He attacking? Oh, is it because someone has sealed your meridians, preventing you from circulating your qi?"

He Yilian's face gradually paled.

"No wonder Gang Leader He is willing to do such an unseemly thing to win over his subordinates." Cheng Zongyang stepped forward.

"Where is Xiao Zi?"

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