[Fantasy] The Song of the Six Dynasties (Complete) - 14

Chapter Four:

Sun Tianyu, like an earthworm, burrowed deeper and deeper into the soil. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his arm; a scorpion hidden underground had been startled and was stung hard by his scorpion sting.

Sun Tianyu had anticipated the presence of venomous creatures like snakes and scorpions in the soil. With the sting, his body stiffened like wood, enduring the sting head-on. Then, he slightly raised his arm and crushed the scorpion to pieces.

Sun Tianyu breathed a slight sigh of relief. He had used only internal force, making no sound even to himself, ensuring no one else would be alerted.

If he could survive this ordeal and report the information he had just overheard, his position in the Imperial City Guard would surely rise several ranks, and promotion and wealth would be a given.

Suddenly, the fallen leaves above his head were kicked aside with a whoosh, and then a large, hairy hand reached into the soil, grabbed Sun Tianyu's neck, and pulled him out like a radish.

Cheng Zongyang laughed, "I told you! There's something hidden down there. Old beast, do you believe me now?" He sized up Sun Tianyu a few times, then raised an eyebrow. "Official?"

Sun Tianyu's neck was being gripped by the blue-faced beast, his eyes rolling back like a dead fish. He barely managed to pull out a waist token from his waist, revealing his identity.

"From the Imperial City Guard..." Cheng Zongyang stroked his chin and said to the blue-faced beast, "Dig a hole and bury him, head down."

Sun Tianyu struggled desperately, gesturing with his hands, as if he had something important to say. Cheng Zongyang signaled the blue-faced beast to release his grip, and Sun Tianyu immediately cried out, "Father! Father! Spare my life!" Learning from Lu Qian's experience, Cheng Zongyang wanted to hear what this official had to say, but unexpectedly, the official elevated him a generation, directly placing him in the position of "father."

Cheng Zongyang was momentarily stunned before he reacted, shouting, "Hey! Sir! You're a civil servant, have some backbone! Have some dignity!"

"Father is right! I'll remember! I only beg Father to spare my life!" the blue-faced beast said earnestly, "I'll bury him deeper."

"Wait!" Cheng Zongyang said, "Brother, you're older than me, aren't you? Don't you feel ashamed calling me that?"

Sun Tianyu immediately replied, "Virtue doesn't depend on age! Father, your divine skills are unparalleled; you knew I was hiding underground from several feet away. I called you 'Father' willingly!"

Cheng Zongyang thought to himself: Would you believe I sensed the death aura underground when I walked over? This guy is not only shameless but also cunning. Cheng Zongyang was almost reluctant to kill him. He had already established connections with the Grand Tutor's Mansion in the political world and the Grand Commandant's Mansion in the military world; and with Tong Guan in the palace, a few years of dedicated training would definitely make him an excellent informant and helper.

If we planted another informant within the Imperial City Guard, this intelligence agency, it would be difficult for our operations in the Song Kingdom to go wrong! "You called me 'Father'?" Sun Tianyu cried out, "Father!" "

Stop!" Cheng Zongyang said, "You have the nerve to call me that, but I'm embarrassed to hear it. How about this, you call me 'Uncle' instead."

"Uncle above! Please accept my bow!" Sun Tianyu didn't hesitate, immediately kneeling down and kowtowing.

Cheng Zongyang kicked him unconscious and ordered the Blue-Faced Beast, "Find a place to bury him, head up, leave him alive, we'll deal with him after we're done."

The Blue-Faced Beast buried Sun Tianyu, scattering a pile of dirt and fallen leaves on his head. Suddenly, a short bird call came from outside the forest, a warning from Yu Ziyuan and the others on guard.

Then Yu Ziyuan exhaled and announced, "We, the Imperial City Guard, are here on official business! No loitering! Trespassers will be killed without mercy!" Cheng Zongyang secretly praised their agility. He had just looked up when he saw leaves fluttering in the distance; Yu Ziyuan and his group were already engaged in combat with the newcomers.

Cheng Zongyang was puzzled: Although Wild Boar Forest was remote, it was still within Lin'an's territory. How could anyone dare to fight the Imperial City Guard? Which faction was it?

As he pondered, a figure leaped down from the tree like lightning—a pretty young nun. Cheng Zongyang's eyes widened with a mixture of rage and delight.

The nun was no stranger; it was Jing Shan, whom he had met at Xiangzhu Temple—in fact, it was the one he had purchased goods from, costing a full one hundred gold coins!

That hateful old nun Ciyin was a habitual swindler who had taken the money and vanished without a trace, completely fooling him. Now that the goods had been delivered to his doorstep, how could he let her fly away?

Cheng Zongyang, wrapped in his cloak, stepped in front of the nun, laughing, "Abbess Jingshan, since we parted in Yunzhou, you and your master have been out of touch. It's truly fate that we meet again today, haha..."

Jingshan stopped, coldly raising her chin.

Before Cheng Zongyang could figure out what she was up to, a group of bald monks rushed out of the woods. The leader, a thin monk with a sorrowful face, his sleeves fluttering, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha! If you have nothing to do with this, please step aside to avoid accidental injury."

Cheng Zongyang said, "Who says it has nothing to do with me? This little abbess is mine!" These words immediately stirred up a hornet's nest. The group of monks rushed over recklessly, clearly intending to tear Cheng Zongyang to pieces! "Damn it!"

Cheng Zongyang never expected that his impromptu act of rescuing a damsel in distress would cause such a commotion—a group of bald monks were risking their lives to snatch a nun from him. Had the world fallen to such a state?

He wasn't afraid to fight, but there was a naked beauty hidden under his cloak. If they started fighting, he'd be exposed in no time, and if the monks saw him, he'd be in deep trouble. At this crucial moment, the Blue-Faced Beast proved that the five sheep were the only ones truly reliable! The Blue-Faced Beast shrugged, took down his spear, and before he could even unleash his attack, the holster shattered, revealing a gleaming spearhead.

The Blue-Faced Beast roared, sweeping his spear horizontally, deflecting all the monks' attacks. Cheng Zongyang looked at Jingshan with a gloomy expression and shouted, "Follow me!"

Cheng Zongyang pulled his wide cloak tighter and, along with Jingshan, rushed towards the edge of the Wild Boar Forest. They soon saw Jin Wuzhu and Leopard Head charging through the trees, followed below by a shirtless, wildly galloping monk. Lin Chong stood far behind, sword drawn, on guard.

Jin Wuzhu shouted as he ran, "Master Lu is injured!" Cheng

Zongyang exclaimed in astonishment, "Old Wuzhu! Did I hear that right? Master Lu was perfectly fine..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Zhishen coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Lu Zhishen's martial arts skills were unmatched in the martial world, but his lightness skills were not so good. He relied entirely on his strong cultivation to break through to the edge of the forest with Lin Chong, where they encountered Jin Wuzhu and Leopard Head.

After the battle in Wild Boar Forest, the two sides agreed to advance and retreat together. Hearing that Lu Zhishen was injured, Jin Wuzhu was very generous and offered to carry Lu Zhishen for a while.

The Flower Monk refused, saying that he had hands and feet and could walk on his own. Moreover, Buddha said that all beings are equal. Even a mule or horse is not easy for a monk to ride, let alone a beastman brother.

Jin Wuzhu was greatly encouraged by his words "beastman brother" and immediately, without saying a word, led the two to find the head of the family, only to run into him here.

Cheng Zongyang wished he could wear another cloak to block Li Shishi's view. He didn't know what method Lu Qian had used to completely seal Ruan Xianglin's six senses. After untying her from the tree, he didn't have time to deal with her and simply hid her under the cloak

. At this moment, Ruan Xianglin's six senses were suppressed, her acupoints were sealed, her hands and feet were bound, and even her mouth was gagged. His cloak had a zipper, so hiding her inside wouldn't reveal anything for the time being.

But Ruan Xianglin was still a living person. If Li Shishi discovered that her mother was currently naked and stuffed inside his clothes, Cheng Zongyang didn't know whether she would stab him once or twice, or seven or eight times.

Cheng Zongyang abruptly stopped, hiding among the bushes, and called out while pulling on his cloak, "Master Lu, how are your injuries!"

Lu Zhishen didn't bother to answer, spitting out a mouthful of blood and pointing at Jing Shan in a fit of rage, "You nun! How vicious you are! You dared to kill my junior brother!"

Jing Shan raised her chin and said, "One traitor to Buddhism at Dafu Lingjiu Temple is too many!"

"Hey!" Ignoring his injuries, Lu Zhishen raised his staff, ready to fight her to the death. However, his injuries were severe, and the golden light emanating from his body dimmed as he raised the staff only halfway.

Although Jing Shan's Buddhist name contained the word "goodness," she was no pushover. With a flick of her wrist, she threw a rosary bead straight at Lu Zhishen's forehead.

Li Shishi, who was checking on Lu Zhishen's injuries, raised her hand to block, but her cultivation was mediocre; if the rosary bead landed, her hand would likely be crippled. Cheng Zongyang cried out, "Wolf Lord!"

Jin Wuzhu leaped forward like a tiger, twisting his neck and biting down on the rosary bead.

The sandalwood rosary bead made a sickening grinding sound between his teeth. A piece of Jin Wuzhu's dagger-like tooth broke off, and the rosary bead was also crushed to pieces.

Neither of these thieving nuns was any good! Cheng Zongyang brandished his coral dagger, aiming for Jingshan's slender, fair neck, and gritted his teeth, saying, "You thieving nun!"

Jingshan leaped and landed on a tree branch about ten feet away, saying disdainfully, "Carrying humans like mounts, you've completely disgraced the honor of beastly warriors!"

Jin Wuzhu's beastly face flushed red, but the leopard-headed man roared righteously, "What do you know! A sheep! A whole sheep!"

Suddenly, a long laugh rang out from the side, and Qin Hui walked over with an air of nonchalance, saying to Cheng Zongyang, "Let me introduce you to the master. This nun Jingshan is a highly accomplished disciple of Pomi. The Ten Directions Forest refers to Pomi as a heretic, while Pomi accuses the Ten Directions Forest of betraying the Buddha's will; the two are sworn enemies. Master Lu intervened righteously, but he waded into a quagmire he shouldn't have." Lu

Zhishen, on the other hand, was quite magnanimous. "I've taken more blame than you've ever seen, and I'm not short of another one, but killing my junior brother was wrong!"

Qin Hui said. "What if the little nun's goal this time is to take Instructor Lin's life?"

Lu Zhishen flicked his staff. "Then you'll have to get past me!"

Qin Hui revealed a charming smile and said gently, "Nun Jingshan?"

Jingshan said coldly, "That's right. This humble nun was entrusted by someone to take Instructor Lin's life. Encountering the traitors of the Ten Directions Monastery was just an accident."

A chuckling voice came from behind Jingshan. "So, it seems I can join forces with the little nun?"

Cheng Zongyang shuddered. "Ximen Qing!"

Ximen Qing said eloquently, "Brother Cheng, how have you been? When we met in Wuyuan, I knew you were a man of exceptional talent, no ordinary person..."

Before he could finish, Cheng Zongyang shouted, "I'll fuck your mother! Give me back my brother Yi's life!" Cheng Zongyang charged forward; Lu Zhishen, suppressing his injuries, swung his staff and slashed at the tree trunk where Jing Shan was standing, cutting the tree in two at chest height, forcing Jing Shan to leap down to rest. (Advertisement: Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sexual positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.)

"I'll do it!" Lin Chong blocked Lu Zhishen's path with his sword. Jin Wuzhu, unable to contain himself any longer, tossed Tong Guan, who was practically vomiting gall, to the side of a tree, untied his giant wolf-tooth mace, and roared as he charged towards Ximen Qing.

Leopard Head, remembering the sheep from the bet, lay like a cat by a tree, closing his eyes as if he didn't see it. Suddenly, he raised his head, sniffing rapidly.

Then Cheng Zongyang's shout rang out: "Damn it! Leopard Head! The old beast is about to be killed by those monks! You still remember that sheep!"

Leopard Head, sensing the scent in the wind, roared and stood on his tip, untied his giant axe, and, without even removing the saddle, slung it over

his shoulder and galloped into the forest. Blue-Faced Beast appeared high in a pine tree, followed by a loud shout from behind: "Great Compassionate Heavenly Dragon!" The pine tree seemed to be struck by a giant, snapping at its roots and tilting. Blue-Faced Beast, using both hands and feet, raced along the trunk, then suddenly spun around, rolled around a branch, and thrust his spear behind him. As the spear moved, the bright red tassel transformed into seven large red flowers. Lin Chong's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "Excellent spear technique!"

Jing Nian raised his staff to block the spearhead, and then the monks of Dafu Lingjiu Temple appeared one after another. Upon seeing Jing Shan, the monks' eyes turned red, and while drawing swastikas, they shouted, "Buddha protects us!"

"Cleanse the heretics!"

"Buddha, holy spirit! Be with me!"

"The light of Buddha! Illuminate the road ahead!" They then charged forward with staffs and clubs.

The battlefield before them was in complete chaos. Besides Lin Chong and Lu Xun, there were also forces from the Ten Directions Forest, the Black Demon Sea, the Pomi Heretics, and the Cheng family of Panjiang. Everyone fought individually, sometimes fighting to the death, sometimes joining forces against the enemy, the battle raging fiercely.

Before this chaotic battle reached its climax, as Yu Ziyuan joined the others, Cheng Zongyang finally understood why, even with the Imperial City Guard as a front, anyone dared to provoke them.

The reason was simple: the people who arrived were the genuine Righteous Group of the Imperial City Guard, accompanied by three constables from the Six Doors headquarters in Chang'an.

The Righteous Group's commander, Tian Yifang, held the same rank as Zhao Feng'an, a Military Officer, but the Righteous Group's status within the Imperial City Guard was far higher than that of the Honest Group. Because the Imperial City Guard's commander, Li Xian, was often away on campaigns, the actual operation was overseen by another powerful eunuch, Feng Deming, whose confidants were from the Righteous Group.

Tian Yifang's hawk-like eyes swept across the scene, realizing the operation had gone awry. He immediately gave a signal to his men to remain still.

The three Six Doors constables, invited by the Imperial City Guard to Chang'an to participate in the case, were unaware of the situation. Seeing the fighting, they were immediately filled with a strong sense of duty.

"Everyone, stop immediately!" A constable stepped forward, pointing his iron ruler at the crowd and shouting a stern warning, "Any attack on official criminal personnel will be considered a challenge to the law!"

The constable had barely finished speaking when Leopard Head cleaved half his head in two with his giant axe. Leopard Head, still not satisfied, kicked him and declared, "I hate tax collectors the most!"

Yu Ziyuan said with a wry smile, "Old Leopard, that was a constable, not a tax collector."

Leopard Head looked down at the constable's corpse, still dressed in black, and then waved his hand, "The same!" With things having come to this, Tian Yifang could no longer stand idly by. With a command, the Righteous Group and the Six Doors simultaneously pressed forward to apprehend the murderer.

Cheng Zongyang dared not act freely and was quickly shaken off by Ximen Qing. He watched as Ximen Qing slithered into the crowd like a snake, disappearing after a few twists and turns.

Cheng Zongyang's pursuit was fruitless; instead, he ended up fighting several unjustly with a monk from Dafu Lingjing Temple and two Imperial City Guards officers.

If this fight continues, it'll just be a free ride for Ximen Qing, who's taking advantage of the chaos! Cheng Zongyang seized an opening to escape the battlefield, leaning against a half-built tree to catch his breath.

His back against the tree pressed against a soft, supple body. Ruan Xianglin's hands and feet were bound, tied in a horse -riding position. Cheng Zongyang didn't untie her, simply slinging the cloak over his shoulder and covering it with his cloak.

Fortunately, Ruan Xianglin was petite, and her cloak was thick with fur trim and a zipper, so it was completely concealed.

Now, Ruan Xianglin was back-to-back with him, her hands on his shoulders, her beautiful legs wrapped around his waist and tied to his hands. Her round, plump buttocks pressed against his waist; with a sudden press, the flesh seemed to tremble violently as if bursting with juice.

Cheng Zongyang pinched her buttocks to make her behave, then remembered that her acupoints were sealed, preventing her from moving.

Carrying a living person on his back would exhaust him even if he were just playing a minor role.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, Cheng Zongyang used a powerful technique to remove the cloak along with the beautiful woman inside, wrapping them up tightly and placing them in the grass. Then he said, "Meet him!" Qin Hui flicked his finger, forcing a monk aside, and flashed over. Cheng Zongyang gritted his teeth and said, "When did that scoundrel Ximen arrive?"

"When I bumped into him, he was staring at Instructor Lin." Qin Hui warned, "Ximen Qing's Heavenly Demon Umbrella is made from the bones of an ancient demon beast; it's unpredictable and difficult to defend against. Young master, be careful."

"The Black Demon Sea's target is Lin Chong?" Cheng Zongyang narrowed his eyes. "No! If it's Jian Yuji's plan, she wouldn't just send that one scoundrel; there must be a backup plan!"

Now that there are more and more opponents, they'll definitely have to use their trump card. While calculating, Cheng Zongyang wondered why Feng Dafa, a key pawn in his plan, hadn't made a move yet. He'd brought seven freshly made grenades to the banquet in Wild Boar Forest, just in time to try them out.

He glanced at Yu Ziyuan questioningly. Yu Ziyuan's smile was more bitter than gall, and he gestured from afar, seemingly indicating that Feng Dafa had already fallen.

Cheng Zongyang immediately tensed up. Even if Feng Yuan was only a half-baked mage, he was still a half-baked mage. He'd been holding onto him like a treasure; how could he have been crippled before even making a move?

Yu Ziyuan gestured left and right but still couldn't understand, finally shouting, "He got dizzy as soon as he climbed the tree!" Cheng Zongyang slapped his forehead. How could he have forgotten that? Feng Yuan's damned fear of heights! These grenades were all fired by Long Qingyu, and their power was probably even greater than the grenades he had ever seen, but the negative effects were obvious; only Feng Yuan could use them. With Feng Dafa down, these grenades became useless.

As they spoke, the situation on the field changed again. Lu Zhishen forcibly suppressed his injuries, and his monk's staff, accompanied by a gust of wind, attacked Jing Shan; Jing Shan dodged and leaped onto a large tree.

Several monks who had been chasing after him saw Lu Zhishen force the little nun away, but instead of stopping, they shouted "Slay the demons and eliminate evil!" and charged straight at Lu Zhishen.

Lin Chong let out a low shout, and half of the iron chain on his wrist flew up, wrapping around the arm of a monk; he turned his waist knife and used the back of the blade to slash the monk's neck, knocking him to the ground.

Jing Nian was talking to Tian Yifang, the commander of the Imperial City Guard, when he saw this, he leaped up, his monk's robe descending from the sky like a white cloud, attacking Lin Chong.

"Bald man! Behold my Thousand-Mile Wildfire!"

The Blue-Faced Beast, still resentful from his earlier defeat, thrust his spear, intercepting Jingnian. Monks from the Dafu Lingjiu Temple rushed over, blocking Lin Chong while snatching away his unconscious companion.

Lin Chong, a martial arts enthusiast, kept his eyes on the Blue-Faced Beast's spear even as he fought the monks. Most beast-barbarian warriors possessed superhuman strength, but this burly-looking warrior had surprisingly skillful spear fighting. Seeing the Blue-Faced Beast's spear whistling through the air, its tip and shaft moving in a straight line, while simultaneously using the shaft's flexibility to create various spear flourishes—a perfect blend of feints and real attacks—Lin Chong couldn't help but exclaim, "Excellent spear technique!" Hearing the praise, the Blue-Faced Beast's spear became even sharper. Lin Chong grew increasingly astonished. The Blue-Faced Beast's spear technique vaguely resembled the battle-fighting spear style, yet with many variations. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be authentic internal martial arts spear fighting.

A barbarian beastman wielding internal martial arts spear fighting techniques? Lin Chong was half astonished, half itching to try, his face showing a eager expression.

Jing Nian, a highly respected Red-Clothed Master of the Ten Directions Forest, was blocked by a barbarian warrior, unable to advance even an inch after more than ten moves. A flash of anger crossed his thin face. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, his palm emerged and struck the Blue-Faced Beast's spear about a foot from the tip.

"Amitabha!"

Although Jing Nian's move was single, the force of his palm was divided into three waves, each higher than the last. "Holy Light Zen Palm! Three Lives Bell!"

The Blue-Faced Beast was ultimately no match for this Red-Clothed Master of the Ten Directions Forest. He barely withstood two waves of palm force before his arms trembled violently, his hands involuntarily loosening, and his spear flew from his grasp.

Lin Chong tightened his grip on his saber, slashing and thrusting with lightning speed, forcing the two monks back. Then, he leaped into the air, snatching the spear and twirling it in a flurry of motion.

Lin Chong was renowned for his spear and staff skills, his saber technique secondary. Now, with the spear in hand, he let out a long roar like a dragon soaring through the heavens, sweeping away his previous gloom. In mid-air, he arched his back, bent low, and pounced headfirst, shouting, "Master, take my move—Silver Dragon Dance!"

The spear in Lin Chong's hand emitted a dragon-like roar, its gleaming tip striking down like countless lightning bolts, enveloping an area of about ten feet in a chilling spear shadow. "Holy Light Zen Palm! Sacred Hall Azure Sky!"

Jing Nian pulled back his sleeves, raised his palm to the sky, and a layer of azure light seemed to emanate from his palm, completely sealing off the spear's attack.

Shouts rose and fell from the side. Li Shishi cried out, "Willow Waves Listening to Orioles!" and drew her sword to block a constable's long staff.

Then Lu Zhishen shouted, "Enlighten your mind and see the Buddha!" and swept the constable aside with his staff.

Ximen Qing's Heavenly Demon Umbrella appeared and disappeared in the thick fog. With a long howl, "Demons rule the world!" Ghostly flames shot out from Ximen Qing's Heavenly Demon Umbrella, knocking a monk to the ground. "Immortal Pearl Slings the Sparrow!" This was Jing Shan flicking the Buddhist beads on her chest.

"Severing Clouds and Cutting Mountains!" Yu Ziyuan used his Swift Wind Blade.

"Yaksha Probes the Sea!" Tian Yifang's Bagua Blade was not to be outdone.

"Boundless Sea of Bitterness!" This sounded like Buddhist kung fu. Several monks joined forces to unleash it, their palm strikes like a surging sea, their power considerable.

Cheng Zongyang was dazzled by the sight. He himself, wielding two swords, was too ashamed to even make a move. Compared to their techniques, his cheap Five Tigers Breaking the Gate Blade would probably make them laugh their heads off. Cheng Zongyang pondered for a while, then suddenly said, "Huizhi!"

"Your subordinate is here!"

"Think of a word for me!"

Qin Hui asked in surprise, "What word?"

"Anything! Just something that will make people's hearts tremble!"

Qin Hui pondered for a moment, then uttered two words: "Return the money!"

"Alright!" Cheng Zongyang was about to make a move, but then abruptly stopped, shouting angrily, "Damn it!"

Qin Hui shouted, "Flick of the Finger Startles the Demon!" He flicked away the attacking Buddhist beads with his finger, shouting, "Young Master, be careful!" as he chased after Jingshan.

"Damn it! Everyone's using divine skills and ultimate techniques, is this an auction of ultimate techniques? Are you even letting ordinary people live?"

Cheng Zongyang shouted sheepishly, and exchanged a couple of random blows with a constable who had inexplicably attacked. As representatives of ordinary people, the two tacitly refrained from revealing the names of their moves.

Lin Chong's spear struck down like countless lightning bolts, creating countless sparks on Jingnian's palm shadow. His tall figure flashed down, his hands gripping the spear inching downwards along the shaft until they almost touched the tassel. No one could have imagined that the Green-Faced Beast's twelve-foot spear, in his hands, possessed the deadly power of a dagger, yet it was undeniable spear technique.

Lin Chong slid down from mid-air, kneeling on the ground with his back to Jing Nian. Then, the spear spun in his palms, like a ferocious dragon, thrusting out from under his armpits, aiming straight for Jing Nian's throat with uncanny accuracy; the change in his internal energy and the sheer force of his strike pierced the heavens, leaving no room for resistance.

Jing Nian crossed his hands, blocking the spear, his feet sinking into the ground. Although evenly matched, he had already lost half a move to Lin Chong's exquisite spear technique.

Jingnian pulled his feet out of the mud, stared at Lin Chong for a long time, and then clasped his hands together, saying, "Amitabha, what kind of spear technique is this, benefactor?"

Lin Chong brandished his spear and loudly proclaimed, "Liquan Spear Technique!"

Tian Yifang's pupils suddenly contracted. He released Yu Ziyuan and shouted, "Liquan Spear! Lin Chong! You really are colluding with Yue Fei!"

This secret had been buried in Lin Chong's heart for many years. Now, forced into a corner, he revealed it without any scruples in front of everyone. In addition to feeling triumphant, there was also a hint of excitement.

"Commander Tian! Traitors are in power, and the court is full of mediocre people! The four hundred prefectures and counties of the Great Song Dynasty cannot even tolerate a Lin Chong!" Lin Chong said in a deep voice, "I, Lin, sever all ties with the Great Song Dynasty today! Please!"

Tian Yifang drew his long sword, spun around, and his body spun rapidly like a top as he attacked Lin Chong. Jingnian , mindful of his status, was not inclined to join forces with Tian Yifang to deal with Lin Chong. He leaped up and said in a long voice, "Brother Lu! The sea of suffering is boundless, but there is always a shore to turn back to!"

Lu Zhishen glanced at the surrounding situation, knowing that he could not escape. His eyes suddenly sharpened, and he had made up his mind.

He wiped the blood from his mouth, spat, and shouted, "Little monk Jingnian, we agreed on four moves, but there's one more! Fight me! If I lose again, I'll hand over my bundle, what's wrong with that?"

Jingnian flipped his palms, taking advantage of Lu Zhishen's worsening injuries, and finally unleashed his fourth move, which he hadn't used until now; golden swastikas lit up his palms, accompanied by a whirlwind that shook the heavens and earth, pressing down on Lu Zhishen. A monk shouted, "Holy Light Palm! Golden Confession!"

This Golden Confession was the pinnacle of the Holy Light Palm, and since the passing of the First Master, no one had mastered it. Jingnian's use of this move was the first time it had been displayed in the world in decades.

The monks clasped their hands in astonishment, some even moved to tears, while others cried out, "The only truth in the world is the Buddha!"

The Golden Confession of the Holy Light Palm was a unique skill of the Dafu Lingjiu Temple. Even with his flawless Golden Bell Shield, Lu Zhishen wouldn't dare say he was entirely confident of withstanding this move, let alone now, severely injured.

The Flower Monk raised his head, his bare upper body undulating with countless patterns, an unusual hue appearing within the dazzling golden light, his massive body seemingly boneless in an instant. "Little monk, did Brother Juqu, with his divine foresight, anticipate this move?"

With a roar, Lu Zhishen threw aside his staff, his right hand forming a fist, and punched the golden swastika in Jingnian's palm. He seemed reborn, his ordinary move, Black Tiger Strike the Heart, possessing a hundredfold power, striking Jingnian's palm with a deafening roar like shattered metal.

The power of that single move shocked everyone present, especially the monks of the Ten Directions Monastery, who exclaimed in unison, "The Yi Jin Jing!"

"It's the Yi Jin Jing! The stolen Yi Jin Jing from the temple is indeed on him!"

The monks erupted in an uproar, and even the Imperial City Guard, the Six Doors, Ximen Qing, Jing Shan, and Qin Hui couldn't help but look at Lu Zhishen.

Jing Nian spat out a mouthful of blood, his body retreating like an arrow. As soon as he landed, he immediately sat cross-legged to neutralize the force of the punch. Lu Zhishen wasn't so relaxed either; his fist was covered in blood, and his little finger was slightly bent. Jing Nian's Golden Confession had broken a finger bone, making it difficult for him to make another move.

Seeing that Jing Nian was injured and that no one on their side could defeat Lu Zhishen, a monk shouted, "All glory! To the Buddha!"

With that, he solemnly tore open his robe, pierced his chest with his fingertip, drew a bloody swastika, and shouted, "Jhaduna!" Then he leaped into the air and pounced on Lu Zhishen. Lu Zhishen's expression changed drastically; his bear-like body shrank, and he retreated.

Lin Chong forced Tian Yifang aside with his spear and shouted, "Brother Lu! I'm here to help you!" He then blocked the monk with his spear.

Lu Zhishen yelled, "Dodge!"

Hearing his urgent cry, Lin Chong knew something was wrong and thrust his spear towards the monk's chest. He had no intention of harming him, only wanting to force the monk away. Unexpectedly, the monk neither dodged nor evaded, letting the spear pierce his chest, then lunged forward with a spray of blood, before opening his arms to embrace Lin Chong.

Lin Chong was horrified to discover that the swastika on the monk's chest emanated an astonishing heat like magma, followed by a tremendous and rapid force erupting from the monk's body.

A deafening roar, almost shattering eardrums, erupted, and Lin Chong felt his muscles, bones, organs, and meridians... all twist and shatter in an instant. In

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, amidst a deafening roar, the monk's entire essence erupted in an instant, and with the powerful impact, his entire body transformed into a cloud of blood mist.

A layer of blood-red shadow enveloped the surrounding trees; within a radius of several meters, tree trunks cracked, branches and leaves scattered, all lifeless from his desperate attack.

Lin Chong's spear snapped, and he knelt on the ground, crimson blood flowing from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears; one arm was twisted, clearly showing the broken bone beneath the skin.

Ignoring his unhealed injuries, Lu Zhishen rushed forward, grabbed Lin Chong, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and charged backward like a raging bull. Qin Hui leaped forward, covering their retreat, followed by the Blue-Faced Beast and Leopard Head. The three formed a triangular battle formation, blocking the pursuit of the Dafu Lingjiu Temple and the Imperial City Guard, protecting Lin Chong and Lu Zhishen behind them.

Of these barbarian beasts, only Jin Wuzhu was cautious enough to fear that Tong Guan and Li Shishi would be harmed. After a brief fight, he came to protect them, giving Lu Zhishen a place to stay.

Lu Zhishen fell to the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood. Li Shishi hurriedly caught Lin Chong, pressing her hand on his pulse to check his meridians while examining his injuries. Her expression immediately became grave. Cheng Zongyang rushed over and asked, "How is he?"

Li Shishi replied, "Uncle, you have nine fractures in your arm, hand, leg, and ribs. Many of your meridians are broken, and one rib seems to have pierced your lung, damaging your internal organs."

Cheng Zongyang was increasingly alarmed. Lin Chong's injuries were almost fatal. With his cultivation level, what technique could have injured him like this?

Li Shishi displayed her physician's skills, speaking while anxiously treating Lin Chong's injuries. Her hair hung low, her jade-like cheeks seemed to radiate a divine glow, and her pair of snow-white hands moved swiftly, wiping away the spurting blood from Lin Chong, using branches and bandages to fix the broken bones, using silver needles to drain the stagnant blood, and regulating the injured meridians… she handled the situation with remarkable skill.

This made Cheng Zongyang wonder if he had made a mistake by appointing her as a public relations manager. Her skills were more suited to being his personal physician.

Cheng Zongyang asked, “What happened?”

Lu Zhishen’s chest heaved, his prayer beads swaying in front of him, and he said

in a deep voice, “It’s the Jatukhana.” Li Shishi exclaimed softly, “The destructive spell of Dafu Lingjiu Temple?”

Lu Zhishen nodded, lifted his tattered monk’s robe, and wiped the blood from his shoulder.

Cheng Zongyang asked, "What kind of destruction technique?"

Li Shishi composed herself and explained slowly, "Dafu Lingjiu Temple is the recognized leader of the Ten Directions Forest. It is said that the temple's scripture library contains countless unique skills, the most famous of which is the number one divine skill of the Ten Directions Forest, Shifoluoye, as well as the Yi Jin Jing, Xi Sui Jing, Jin Zhong Zhao, and Shurangama Mantra... But these unique skills have extremely high requirements for the aptitude of the practitioners, plus Dafu Lingjiu Temple is the initiator of the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty!"

"Stop!" Cheng Zongyang's expression was as if he had seen a ghost. "What treaty! Say it again!" Li Shishi looked up in surprise: "The Core Martial Arts Non-Proliferation Treaty, abbreviated as 'Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty'—hasn't the patriarch heard of it?"

"No." Cheng Zongyang turned around expressionlessly. "Wolf Lord, were you just sneering?" Jin Wuzhu snorted. "It's me. I've heard of it! Even we Beast Warriors have heard of it, and you don't? That's hilarious! Haha!"

Li Shishi explained, "In the past, each sect had its own unique martial arts techniques, but because the disciples' training was insufficient, a fight would end in life or death, often harming innocent people. After the Dafu Lingjiu Temple integrated Buddhism and established the Ten Directions Forest, out of compassion, it drafted the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty, proposing that the core martial arts of each sect not be disseminated. All sects in the world signed this treaty. According to statistics, the death rate in the martial arts world decreased by 30% in the first year, and the cumulative reduction in deaths to date is no less than 100,000."

Cheng Zongyang rubbed his forehead, "Let's talk about Jhadukhana then."

Li Shishi said . "Jhaduna, also known as the 'Art of Destruction,' is a mandatory ultimate skill for disciples of the Dafu Lingjiu Temple. This martial art has no other special abilities, but once activated, it can condense all the practitioner's life's cultivation into a single strike. Because this ultimate skill uses the practitioner's entire life essence as a medium, once activated, regardless of whether it hits the opponent, the caster will inevitably be reduced to ashes. Moreover, it has no effect on assisting cultivation, therefore it is not listed in the prohibited list of the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty. When disciples of the Dafu Lingjiu Temple travel the world, if they encounter an opponent they cannot handle, they often use this ultimate skill to self-destruct, thereby slaying demons and monsters."

Cheng Zongyang almost slapped his forehead purple, wondering if he had just heard those words as a dream. Suddenly he stopped and asked Lu Zhishen, "Who is Master Yishi?"

Lu Zhishen's face turned slightly red. "I am a half-baked monk, how would I know much!"

"Why did Master Zhizhen pass on his mantle to you?"

"How would I know?" Lu Zhishen stroked his bald head and said, "My master gave me this Dharma name back then, saying that if I'm a little clever, I'm worth a thousand pieces of gold. It's probably because I have some innate wisdom, hahaha! Ugh—" Lu Zhishen spat out another mouthful of blood.

Seeing that the Flower Monk was seriously injured, Cheng Zongyang didn't dare ask any more questions. He touched the zipper of his cloak, then drew his twin swords and rushed towards the battle.

A loud shout came from afar: "All glory to Buddha! Jhadukhana!" A monk, wearing a blood-stained swastika on his chest, arrogantly pounced on Leopard Head.

Ximen Qing chuckled, "One isn't enough, Great Monk, there's more over here!" He retracted his Heavenly Demon Umbrella, locked the hook of a city guard, and hurled it at the monk. Jing Shan let out a cold snort, and the three prayer beads formed a triangular shape. Two beads struck the swastika on the monk's forehead and chest, while the other struck the leopard-head's knee, causing him to fall to the ground and avoid the monk's devastating blow.

"May Buddha have mercy!" Jing Nian chanted Buddhist prayers as he watched his fellow disciple turn into a cloud of blood mist, raising his staff to meet Ximen Qing.

A cruel glint flashed in Ximen Qing's eyes, and his smile became even more savage.

He opened the Heavenly Demon Umbrella, the golden runes between its ribs pulsating slightly, emitting a mysterious low howl. In an instant, a layer of ghastly green patterns appeared on the pale frame of the Heavenly Demon Umbrella.

Jing Nian had been severely injured by Lu Zhishen's Yi Jin Jing strike and was now at his last gasp. If he had been meditating and healing in the back, it would have been fine, but now that he had willingly offered himself up, Ximen Qing was determined to send this red-robed virtuous monk from the Ten Directions Forest to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

The staff, radiating a holy glow, instantly turned a ghastly green upon contact with the Heavenly Demon Umbrella. Jing Nian's sleeves billowed like white sails, beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead, his true energy surging like a mighty river towards Ximen Qing's Heavenly Demon Umbrella, yet unable to stop the spread of the green.

Suddenly, a finger reached out and struck the almost fully open Heavenly Demon Umbrella heavily. The Heavenly Demon Umbrella abruptly closed, the ghastly green patterns receding from the staff like a tide.

"Heh, even saving that bald monk from the Ten Directions Forest, Brother Qin, why are you so meddlesome?"

"Fine, I'll just not let you have your way." Qin Hui said calmly, exchanging three fingers with Ximen Qing. Having gained no advantage in their previous exchange, Ximen Qing had no desire to linger. He leaped into the air, disappearing into the forest, then reappeared on the other side of the battlefield, mercilessly killing a Six Doors constable on the spot.

Cheng Zongyang watched coldly. Wild Boar Forest was in complete chaos. Trees were felled one by one with palms, axes, knives, and swords

, branches and leaves flying everywhere. Wild boars and beasts that couldn't escape became victims. Whether they died at the hands of savage beasts, humans, or the celibate monks, no one could say for sure.

The entire battle was a complete mess. Cheng Zongyang could only identify seven forces besides Lin and Lu: the Imperial City Guard, the Six Doors, the Ten Directions Forest, the Black Demon Sea, the Pomi sect affiliated with Jing Shan, and himself.

As for the intricate web of interests between the various factions, he wondered if anyone could understand it. Cheng Zongyang himself was confused. The battle had continued, but his worst fears hadn't materialized—the Imperial City Guard, the Six Doors, Da Fu Ling Jing, the Pomi sect, and the Black Demon Sea joining forces against his side.

Moreover, as time went on, the casualties at Da Fu Ling Jiu Temple and the Imperial City Guard were increasing, and his advantage was becoming increasingly clear.

But Cheng Zongyang harbored a persistent, inexplicable unease, a subtle premonition that the battle might spiral out of control at any moment, and a feeling of being secretly watched, making him feel like he had thorns in his back.

Instead of futilely pursuing Ximen Qing and adding further complications, Cheng Zongyang retreated to the sidelines, closely observing the situation.

Lin Chong and Lu Zhishen were undoubtedly on his side, while the Ten Directions Forest, clearly belonging to the righteous path, was now fighting him to the death. Jing Shan was a sworn enemy of the Ten Directions Forest and only had a distant relationship with him, yet she showed considerable favor to Jin Wuzhu and Leopard Head.

Ximen Qing was either attacking or setting traps for everyone he encountered, but occasionally joined forces with Jing Shan against other forces. The Six Doors were perhaps the most wronged, having been dragged into this chaotic battle without any understanding of the situation, and even the Imperial City Guard might not be allies.

Speaking of which, since someone from the Six Doors had come, he wondered if Quan Jianren had accompanied them? Cheng Zongyang sent a wisp of true energy into his Qiaoyin acupoint. The Yin spirit within remained as faint as ever, indicating that even if Quan Jianren had arrived in the Song Kingdom, he was not within a hundred miles of him.

Deathly energy emanated from the forest, most concentrated among the monks of Dafu Lingjiu Temple, who bravely served as human bombs. Each of them was dignified and righteous, and the deathly energy they emitted had no negative effects, giving Cheng Zongyang a feeling of immense relief, like taking a powerful tonic. He couldn't help but wish that more of these monks would explode.

The battle in Wild Boar Forest had completely descended into chaos. No side could fully grasp the situation, let alone control it. Lu Qian of the Black Demon Sea was dead, leaving only the treacherous Ximen; Pomi only had Jing Shan. These two sides seemed weak, but the pair were cunning and would retreat far away if their attack failed. The two forces that truly suffered the most damage were the Imperial City Guard and Dafu Lingjiu Temple.

Although the Imperial City Guard and the Dafu Lingjiu Temple had a large number of members, their overall cultivation level was average. The reason they had been able to hold out until now was that, halfway through the fight, the Dafu Lingjiu Temple took the initiative to appease the authorities,

and the two sides each occupied a corner, ceasing the fierce fighting. The Imperial City Guard's target was clearly Lin Chong, while the Dafu Lingjiu Temple was currently keeping a close eye on Jing Shan. That little thieving nun, for reasons unknown, deliberately approached their own camp, yet the three big beasts seemed inexplicably close to her, knowing she was a source of trouble but not attacking her.

Leopard Head even rushed over several times to shield her from the attacks of the Dafu Lingjiu Temple monks, causing her one trouble after another, yet he seemed to enjoy it, making Cheng Zongyang grit his teeth, wishing he could just castrate this lustful beast with one stroke.

Jing Nian was injured by Lu Zhishen's Yi Jin Jing and poisoned by Ximen Qing. Although she forced out the poison, her strength was greatly reduced. The main fighting force of Dafu Lingjiu Temple had been wiped out, and the remaining monks could only rely on Jhaduna's destructive arts to protect themselves.

If it were only Blue-Faced Beast and Leopard Head, this messy battle would have been even worse. Fortunately, the cunning traitor was there to keep things in check and avoid conflict with the monks. In total, about 90% of the monks of Dafu Lingjiu Temple died at the hands of Ximen Qing and Jing Shan.

However, these three beast-like warriors were truly extraordinary under Qin Han's training. Their battle formation was based on the spear that Blue-Faced Beast had seized, with Leopard Head's heavy axe and Jin Wuzhu's wolf-tooth giant hammer each guarding one side. The heaviest weapon of the head monk of Dafu Lingjiu Temple was a tin staff, and apart from self-destruction, he had no way to break through the battle formation of these three beast-like warriors.

The joint operation of the Imperial City Guard and the Six Doors went wrong from the start. Tian Yifang was cautious and tried several times to break through Qin Hui and others' interception to kill Lin Chong, but failed. Instead, he lost several men and stopped acting recklessly, carefully preserving his strength. When the last constable from the Six Doors was pierced through the forehead by Qin Hui's finger, Tian Yifang finally made up his mind. He whistled and ordered a retreat, determined to risk punishment from Eunuch Feng rather than lose his men in the Wild Boar Forest.

Cheng Zongyang's heart sank. At this point in the fight, his biggest worry wasn't the outcome, but the aftermath. If even one of the Imperial City Guards escaped, he would be finished in Lin'an.

Cheng Zongyang gave Qin Hui a wink. The cunning Qin Hui immediately understood his master's intention. The two of them simultaneously lunged out, flanking the Imperial City Guards from both sides to intercept and kill them.

They had only taken a dozen steps when a sudden burst of death energy escaped, causing Cheng Zongyang's temple to tremble slightly. He checked the location; it was directly ahead of the Imperial City Guards' escape route. Before he could figure out the cause, another burst of death energy followed.

Cheng Zongyang was secretly alarmed. Qin Hui and he were still more than ten feet away from the Imperial City Guard's forces; it was impossible for it to be an attack from their side.

Although Ximen Qing was as slippery as an eel, he was constantly attacking from the perimeter of the battle; judging from the corner of his eye, this scoundrel's target was most likely Lin Chong.

As for that little nun Jingshan, her targets were either Lin Chong or the bald men of Dafu Lingjiu Temple; she had little interest in the Imperial City Guard.

If someone was sabotaging from the outside, these three were the prime suspects, yet they were all present. Who was attacking the Imperial City Guard?

The deaths of the two Imperial City Guard experts had been completely silent, and the others were still fleeing in panic, oblivious. If Cheng Zongyang didn't possess the ability to sense life and death, he wouldn't have known that someone had been silently ambushed. He slowed his pace, activating his internal energy at full power, and focused his mind on guard. It wasn't

until the third Imperial City Guard subordinate was killed that Tian Yifang realized the danger. He roared, gripped his sword with both hands, and spun around, slashing behind him.

The long sword flashed like lightning but missed completely; there was no trace behind him. Cold sweat rolled down Tian Yifang's forehead. He cautiously looked around, then let out a sharp whistle.

The last remaining Imperial City Guard subordinate behind him trembled, unfurling an iron net, attempting to surround the two men, but the net was only about ten feet long, making it quite difficult to encircle two people.

As the subordinate was in a dilemma, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back. Tian Yifang had kicked him in the back, sending him flying out of the net. He only managed a half-scream before a spray of blood appeared in the air, but he didn't know what had injured him.

Tian Yifang, hiding inside the rolled-up iron net, quickly became soaked with cold sweat. Suddenly, the veins on his hands bulged, and his long sword danced up and down in the narrow space, producing a continuous clanging of metal against metal. He had already engaged the newcomer.

As the commander of the Imperial City Guard, the commander of the Imperial Weapons, and a martial arts master, Tian Yifang was quite skilled. His swordsmanship was executed flawlessly in the confined space, the blade flashing like a silver ball. His offense and defense were both disciplined and precise, leaving Cheng Zongyang feeling inferior.

In an instant, a streak of blood shot into the sky. Tian Yifang's left cheek slammed heavily against the iron mesh, while his right cheek rested on the other side of the mesh, cleaved in two by a sword cleaved from the groin.

The sight of Tian Yifang's gruesome corpse sent chills down the spines of everyone present. A barely perceptible aura of death emanated from the ground, causing Cheng Zongyang's heart to tremble slightly as he gripped his sword hilts tightly. An unusual ripple emanated from the decaying ground; had the assassin not been imbued with the aura of death during the attack on Tian Yifang, Cheng Zongyang would not have realized the assassin was underground.

He stared intently at the ground, watching as scattered fallen leaves seemed to ripple across a transparent layer, instantly traversing dozens of steps from where Tian Yifang had perished; their sharpest point was Lin Chong and Li Shishi, far behind.

"Watch out!" Cheng Zongyang shouted, leaping to intercept the ripples in the center of the path, his twin swords slamming heavily into the ground amidst the flying dirt.

With a clang, a soft metallic clang echoed from the earth. Cheng Zongyang felt his twin swords suddenly go light, as they had been severed by the sharp blades.

He cursed, tossing aside the remaining half of the steel sword and drawing his coral dagger. But this delay was too late. A monk from Dafu Lingjiu Temple, struck by Jin Wuzhu's giant hammer, stumbled and fell to the ground, instantly dying. The fatal wound was a gaping hole in his back, piercing his heart.

Yu Ziyuan, already on high alert after hearing Cheng Zongyang's cry, suddenly felt the ground soften, the soil turning into quicksand, burying his legs halfway down.

Yu Ziyuan plunged his sword into the ground, then leaped up, a spray of blood and mud spreading in the air. In that brief instant, his left leg was severed at the knee.

A resolute look appeared on Yu Ziyuan's merchant face. He gripped his sword with both hands, slashing into the earth, desperately shielding Lin Chong and Li Shishi.

Blood shot out like a bolt of lightning, splattering violently onto the tree. Yu Ziyuan, oblivious to the foot-long gash in his right chest, fought with all his might, sending dirt flying from the ground within a ten-foot radius. The assassin, hidden underground, was finally forced to emerge.

To everyone's surprise, the assassin was shorter than Yu Ziyuan's chest, petite and delicate, appearing only eleven or twelve years old from behind—a young girl in the prime of her youth.

She wore a butterfly-shaped mask, revealing a white jade-like chin and rosy lips. Her bright, dark eyes sparkled, radiating a sweet smile that seemed incongruous with her appearance; Yu Ziyuan, however, reacted as if he had seen a ghost, his expression drastically changing.

The girl wore elbow-length gloves and knee-high boots, her snow-white arms and legs exposed. On her slender body was a matching leather outfit, thin yet resilient, its color as bright and vibrant as fire.

The leather jacket clung tightly to the upper edge of her chest, encasing her large, round breasts. A deep cleavage was visible through the dark-cut bodice—it was hard to imagine a little girl possessing such ample breasts, comparable to those of a mature woman, the exposed flesh as pink and delicate as a baby's.

Even more astonishing were the two star-shaped openings at the top of the girl's red leather jacket, exposing her tender nipples and pale areolas.

A crescent-shaped golden lock was fastened at the base of her nipple, with a long needle piercing through it, from which hung a delicate silver chain connecting her neck and breasts, swaying gently against her pink skin.

The girl's top reached only to her chest, revealing a bare, white, and slender waist. A crimson rose was embroidered around her round, small navel.

A soft, triangular silk scarf was tied around her waist, hanging diagonally at her side, revealing a rectangular piece of leather clinging to her lower body. The leather was less than two fingers wide, with a hair-thin cord hanging from her waist, barely covering her buttocks.

The bright red leather was particularly thin and soft, like a membrane embedded in the tender crevice of her lower body, easily revealing the beautiful outline of the girl's private parts. The leather extended to her buttocks, becoming as thin as a thread, tautly embedded in her buttocks, then extending out in a V-shape to the sides, tied to gold rings on her hips.

From behind, the girl's pink, snowy buttocks were almost completely exposed, revealing their alluring curves. Not only in the Song Dynasty, but even in Zhaonan, the most open-minded region of the Six Dynasties, such revealing clothing was rarely seen. Such clothing would be excessive even indoors, let alone in public.

Yet the girl showed no shyness; a smile played on her lips, but her eyes were filled with indifference. The fiery red leather clothing contrasted sharply with her snow-white, pink skin, and the slender figure and her ample, almost bursting breasts created a striking contrast, leaving onlookers momentarily stunned.

A sweet smile appeared on the girl's lips beneath her mask. She raised her hand and pressed it against Yu Ziyuan's chest, her small hand seemingly piercing through tofu, squeezing into his heart through her crimson leather glove.

"Stop!" Li Shishi drew her short sword and threw it at the little girl, pushing Lin Chong behind her while pulling Yu Ziyuan away.

The little girl slightly shifted her body, dodging the sword, and simultaneously gripped Yu Ziyuan's heart with all her might, pulling it outwards. A cold smile played on her lips, as if she cared nothing for the life beneath her fingers.

Suddenly, a finger lightly rested on the girl's wrist, plucking several times at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, like playing a piano.

The girl felt a numbing, electric shock-like sensation in her wrist, and her five fingers involuntarily released their grip one by one. She turned around and saw a refined, scholarly face behind her.

Qin Hui appeared calm, but cold sweat beaded on his forehead. Yu Ziyuan's heart was gripped by the little girl; his life hung by a thread. The slightest mistake with the Demonic Finger technique would be tantamount to him killing Yu Ziyuan with his own hands.

If he accidentally killed Yu Ziyuan, that would be one thing, but if it offended his lord's virtue, he, as a subordinate, would be unforgivable. Qin Hui grabbed the girl's wrist and pushed, his fingers brushing across Yu Ziyuan's body like a spring breeze, sealing the vital points on his chest, instantly stopping the gushing blood.

The girl's right hand held a gleaming silver hook, while her left hand, pulled from Yu Ziyuan's chest, still dripped blood. She twisted her slender waist, seemingly pressing herself against Qin Hui, the hook, barely a foot long, bursting with a cold light.

Qin Hui simultaneously swung both hands, his ten fingers moving in turn like plucking a pipa, deflecting most of her attack. But the girl's next move made Qin Hui's expression change.

The girl's right hook paused slightly, and her left hand, which had been free, slashed out, striking Qin Hui's outstretched little finger. After exchanging more than ten blows with her, Qin Hui realized that although her moves were strange, her cultivation was still a notch below his own.

At this moment, their palms met, and Qin Hui realized that the girl's palm strength had suddenly increased, and the edge of her palm was as sharp as a knife. The power of this palm strike was no less than that of a real knife.

Qin Hui was filled with regret; he should have foreseen this! How could the girl's hook, which had no edge or blade, possibly cleave a living person in two? It turned out that her true strength lay in her left hand!

Qin Hui felt a sharp pain in his little finger, having already suffered a hidden loss. He spun around, kicked out a patch of dirt, forcing the girl away, then grabbed Yu Ziyuan with one hand and pulled Lin Chong up with the other, shouting, "Go!" He leaped into a tree, escaping the danger.

The Blue-Faced Beast and Leopard Head rushed out simultaneously, attacking the girl with a spear and an axe like a storm. The girl slightly pursed her lips, paused, and disappeared into the ground.

Li Shishi also got up, then, after a moment's thought, went back and grabbed Tong Guan, pulling him up into the tree as well. Cheng Zongyang arrived just then, his coral dagger gleaming coldly as he thrust it forcefully towards the ripples in the ground. The girl, hidden in the earth, moved like a fish; several stabs failed to even touch her. Instead, she seized the opportunity to emerge from the ground with her silver dagger, hooking it around the leopard-head's ankle.

The leopard-head lost his footing, his massive body crashing to the ground. Cheng Zongyang kicked him in the waist. As the leopard-head's body rolled over, a small hand burst from the earth, slicing cleanly through his leather armor like a sharp blade across his waist and abdomen.

Cheng Zongyang, disregarding the fact that his opponent was just a little girl, raised his foot and stomped heavily on her wrist.

But the girl's arm was so supple it seemed boneless; it slipped lightly under his foot and vanished into the earth.

Li Shishi cried out from the tree, "Master, move aside!"

Hearing this, Cheng Zongyang leaped backward. Immediately afterward, he saw a black iron ball, the size of a small watermelon, fall from the sky, landing where he had just stood.

"Damn it!" Cheng Zongyang immediately found a large tree and pounced behind it.

A deafening roar followed, the earth rippled like waves, and the fiery red figure flew out from the ground. The girl's snow-white arm was slashed by a piece of metal, leaving a deep red welt. She glared angrily at Li Shishi, then landed on the ground and vanished again.

Grenades rained down, turning a several-foot radius open space into a muddy mess. Only then did Cheng Zongyang have time to look up. He saw Li Shishi holding a series of rough, heavy grenades in her slender hands, her beautiful eyes wide open, searching for the girl.

Feng Yuan had a silver needle stuck in his philtrum, clearly awakened. He didn't dare open his eyes, continuing his fire magic with his eyes closed, while Li Shishi, the grenade thrower, threw the grenades down.

As the grenades ran out, the blue-faced beast outside the circle suddenly roared. Its foot had been cut by a sharp object protruding from the ground; if it weren't for its thick skin, it would have lost half its foot.

Cheng Zongyang didn't move. He sensed danger rapidly approaching him from underground. He regretted not bringing the bare hilt of his dagger, leaving him without a decent weapon and reliant on a single weapon.

The energy surge vanished abruptly when it was only three or four steps away. Cheng Zongyang cried out in alarm, then heard Lu Zhishen exhale, his body shimmering with golden light as he braced himself against the attack with his Golden Bell Shield.

Lu Zhishen's Golden Bell Shield was no joke; even severely injured, he held his own against the little girl, gaining no advantage.

As the girl prepared to attack again, Lu Zhishen suddenly pulled a talisman from his waist, slapped it onto his fist, and unleashed a powerful strike.

Lu Zhishen's fist, as large as a bowl, seemed to burst into flames, burning the girl's flowing hair until it curled. It was the Fire-Separating Talisman he had taken from Zhao Feng'an.

Now, wielded by the Flower Monk, its power was amplified; the terrifying heat alone forced the girl back.

The girl fluttered like a butterfly under Lu Zhishen's fiery fists, seemingly forced into a frantic struggle. Lu Zhishen fought with increasing ferocity; suddenly, the tattered monk's robe at his waist parted, and a silver hook silently hooked the bundle at his waist, pulling it towards the ground.

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