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Chapter 499 Lü Guhong

Dayan Hall.

The name of a third-rate sect, but the strength of a first-rate sect.

In the two years since Li Miao disappeared and the Embroidered Uniform Guard relaxed its control over the martial arts world, the two righteous giants, Wudang and Shaolin, have tacitly consolidated their power and completely opened up the vast martial arts world.

A power vacuum signifies the collapse of the old order.

From the moment order collapsed, chaos, slaughter, bloodshed, and strife were unleashed, giving birth to new powerful figures and authorities.

The Dayan Hall is one of the sects that has risen rapidly in the past two years.

Two years ago, it was just one of the forces that barely managed to win the "Peak Ascension" plaque at the Songshan Moon Appreciation Banquet. It could barely be considered a major sect, but it didn't have much of a deterrent effect outside the province. And Lu Guhong, the leader of the Dayan Hall, was just one of the inconspicuous first-rate masters at that time.

It seemed that Dayan Hall would continue to exist in this ordinary way, and then, like countless other sects, disappear in some kind of Jianghu feud, and be naturally forgotten within a few years.

But one year and a half ago, Lü Guhong suddenly disappeared.

He was missing for seven days.

No one knows where he went during those seven days, nor does anyone know what happened during those seven days.

All anyone knew was that on the seventh day after his disappearance, Lü Guhong appeared outside the gates of Dayan Hall, carrying a broken weapon and covered in blood and wounds.

He brought back a secret manual.

A secret manual called "Xuanlan".

And Lü Guhong just happened to be very suitable for cultivating this secret manual.

After seven months of seclusion, the emaciated Lü Guhong, looking like a skeleton, broke through the heavy stone door with a single palm strike, announcing to the world that he, Lü Guhong, had secured a place among the celestial beings of the Great Shuo.

In the following seven months, Dayantang quickly absorbed the major sects in the three surrounding prefectures, without openly oppressing or harming any ordinary people.

Thus, relying on Lü Guhong's powerful martial arts and his ability to just barely stay within the Jinyiwei's bottom line, Dayantang quickly grew into a giant that could influence the course of the martial arts world, almost on par with the Kunlun Sect, which had just seized the "Peak" wooden plaque at the Moon Appreciation Banquet years ago.

After one great victory after another, the disciples of Dayan Hall became accustomed to the feeling of victory and gradually began to regard Lü Guhong, who led them to victory, as a kind of faith.

It seems that as long as Lü Guhong remains seated in the main hall of Dayan Hall, Dayan Hall will continue to win forever.

The disciples outside the main hall all thought the same thing.

But what they didn't know was that right at this very moment, in the main hall, their ever-confident and composed Master Lü was in a state of extreme anger, astonishment, and fear.

"Describe that person's appearance and speech again."

Lu Guhong raised his teacup, appearing outwardly calm, but the ripples created by the tea inside betrayed his inner turmoil.

Gao Lei lay prone on the ground, repeating the words almost instinctively.

"With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, he has a heroic and martial appearance."

"Wearing a bearskin cloak, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a tall stature."

A few drops of tea spilled from Lü Guhong's hand.

Gao Lei continued his description.

"He speaks in a friendly and approachable manner, and walks and sits in a relaxed and casual manner, just like... a rich young master."

Lü Guhong frowned again.

wrong.

The first half is correct.

But the second half doesn't match.

He had attended the moon-viewing banquet at Mount Song. The brutal scene of "that person" single-handedly overthrowing the entire martial arts world, suppressing all the celestial beings, and crushing the heads of celestial beings from a distance was still vivid in his mind. How could he forget it?

He simply couldn't imagine that the devil would be "kind and easy-going," "lazy and casual"... Shouldn't such a person wipe out your whole family at the slightest disagreement?
But their appearance and clothing were genuine.

Although Gao Lei's background as a bandit and his lack of prenatal education make his descriptions vague and rough, some of the details he describes are accurate.

"Want to bet?"

Lu Guhong's gaze swept across the surroundings.

A dozen top-tier masters and dozens of second-tier masters.

The magnificent and vast hall echoed with the shouts of outer disciples practicing martial arts from the plaza outside.

There were also dozens of beautiful wives, concubines, and young children waiting for him in the back hall.

Power, money, sex, and influence.

He gained everything he never dared to imagine before. He couldn't imagine himself losing it all.

Want to gamble? Bet that the person isn't "him"?
But if you lose the gamble, not only will you lose your life and fortune, but even a quick death will be a luxury.

He also dared not put himself on "that person's" gambling table.

After a long while, Lü Guhong sighed deeply, put the teacup on the table, and waved his hand listlessly.

The elder standing next to Gao Lei understood, drew his sword, and said loudly.

"Gao Lei, an inner disciple, has harmed fellow disciples and fellow martial artists, and shows no remorse. He is hereby beheaded in accordance with the sect rules!"

After saying that, he squatted down, grabbed Gao Lei's hair with one hand, and pressed the sword blade against Gao Lei's neck with the other.

Gao Lei jolted awake and opened his mouth to protest his innocence, but before he could utter a sound, he heard the elder whisper in his ear.

“You messed up your job and left Wu Zhi to the enemy. That’s your fault. If you’re wrong, you have to admit it… Your head will be left to your sect to avert disaster. Similarly, your sect will avert disaster for your wife and daughter.”

"Go in peace."

Gao Lei blinked sharply.

Wife and daughter?

What a load of rubbish about wife and daughters! As long as I can live, who cares about wife and daughters!
Just as he was about to speak, his neck was suddenly grabbed, and all the words he was about to say were cut off in his chest.

Lu Guhong, standing at the end of his line of sight, looked at him and shook his head.

"In the end, they are outsiders."

"Give him a quick death."

laugh--

The sword slashed down, severing Gao Lei's head.

His head rolled a short distance before stopping, his eyes wide open, staring at Lü Guhong. In his final breaths, Gao Lei suddenly felt like laughing.

"Ha... an outsider."

"Even though I've done so many dirty things, even though my hands are covered in blood, I'm still... an outsider..."

"What a load of bullshit sect... Lu Guhong, I'll fuck you—"

Bang!
Lu Guhong seemed to have sensed his thoughts and impatiently threw the teacup lid over, piercing through Gao Lei's skull.

Anyway, as long as I still have my face, that's all that matters.

The elder strode forward, lifted Gao Lei's head, and turned to go to the outer room for preservation by tanning.

The main hall fell silent once again.

After a long pause, the deputy hall master sitting next to Lü Guhong spoke cautiously.

"Master, Gao Lei's actions have been discovered."

"What do you think we should do? If Wu Zhi falls into the hands of the Japanese, that's fine, but if he falls into the hands of those three Jianghu people, once word gets out about the Gu worms, the Imperial Guards will probably be at our door within three days..."

Lu Guhong nodded calmly, as if he had already made up his mind.

What he was thinking about was how to keep these disciples at bay and which way he could escape.

Just as he was thinking this, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside.

A disciple rushed in with a thud and lay sprawled on the ground.

The deputy hall master was about to get up and reprimand him, but then stopped.

Because he discovered that the disciple who rushed in was a dead man.

Lu Guhong reached out to stop him, slowly stood up, locked his gaze on the doorway, and spoke loudly.

"Who are you, and why have you trespassed on my mountain gate and killed my disciples?"

No one responded to him.

All that came in front of them was the sound of heavy, startling footsteps.

A figure as tall as a giant bent down and squeezed into the doorway, the long-handled naginata he was dragging in his hand striking the threshold with a crisp sound and leaving countless drops of blood.

The giant raised his head and stared into Lü Guhong's eyes.

"Naruto, the inheritor of Nakahara's witchcraft and witchcraft, ですか (you are the inheritor of the witchcraft of the Central Plains)?"

(End of this chapter)