Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 34: Endless fighting is the real Jianghu
Within a few days, the news of the Kongtong Sect's brutal annihilation spread like wildfire in the martial arts world. When most people heard it for the first time, they thought there was something wrong with their ears.

After inquiring in detail, I found out that the living treasure of martial arts that everyone was looking for did not hide in a secluded place, but did the opposite and came to the door on his own initiative.

This can be considered as avoiding the strong and attacking the weak, dividing and transforming.

In the eyes of the people in the martial arts world, the living treasure of martial arts was well aware that he was outnumbered and could not match their strength, so he had to take risky moves, which led to a tragic disaster for the Kongtong Sect due to a careless mistake.

After that, all the members of famous and powerful sects returned to their sects as soon as possible, for they were afraid that the daring and cruel madman would come to massacre their sects again.

Those who wanted to avenge their relatives and friends and those who wanted to take advantage of the situation went to the major sects that they were closest to, under the pretext of helping.

Only the disciples of Kongtong Sect who escaped the disaster were in extremely complicated mood. They temporarily found an inn to rest and did not return to the mountain gate, for fear that someone would attack them again.

Ten days later, at Qingcheng Mountain, many Qingcheng Sect disciples with solemn expressions were stationed at the foot of the mountain.

Not long after, a barefoot young man in green clothes appeared in front of everyone. In an instant, a Qingcheng disciple took out a meteor from his arms, shook the fire stick and lit it, then loosened his hand and a blue flame shot straight into the sky.

"Don't panic, I can wait for the arrival of your elders." Zhuang Bu Ran walked over slowly.

The hundreds of Qingcheng disciples all drew their swords and stared at the young man in green robes with nervous expressions.

"Demon Zhuang, you actually come to me again. Do you really think you are invincible?" The leading Qingcheng disciple, who was about 28 or 29 years old, shouted loudly.

"Demon? The Jianghu is full of grudges and hatred. In the final analysis, it's just you kill me and I kill you. Zhuang really doesn't know why I call myself a demon."

"At the foot of Mount Zhongnan, you recklessly slaughtered many fellow Martial Arts practitioners. Did you know that some of them were just there to watch the fun? Then you massacred the entire Kongtong Mountain, and you still have the nerve to say you're not a heartless demon!"

"Let's go watch the fun and pick up some bargains, right?" Zhuang Bu Ran said seriously.

"The deaths of these people illustrate a truth: some excitement is unacceptable and can kill people."

"As for the matter of Kongtong Mountain, you all wanted the Nine Yin Manual, so I, Zhuang, offered it to you. Unfortunately, the Kongtong Sect was not lucky enough to receive it. Therefore, death is not a pity."

"you"

The leader was filled with hatred: "A person like you actually got a martial arts treasure. God is really blind."

"Since you hate me so much, why don't you come and kill me?" Zhuang Buyan asked with a smile.

The leader was so excited that he was about to take a step forward when a young man in his mid-twenties said:

"Big Brother, don't fall for this devil's provocation."

"Haha, Zhuang understands." The young man in green robes pointed at the many Qingcheng disciples in front of him with a smile:

"So you guys understand that even if we all join forces, it's just like hitting a rock with an egg."

"Don't be so arrogant. Today is the day you, the evil devil, will be beheaded." The young man shouted angrily.

Zhuang Bu Ran burst out laughing:
"Zhuang has been waiting for the flowers to wither, why haven't the reinforcements you're waiting for arrived yet?"

"If you have the guts, just wait a little longer. Then you will be killed even if you come here alive." The eldest brother of Qingcheng Sect shouted.

"Zhuang usually hates to do things for others, but today I will make an exception." Zhuang Bu Ran crossed his arms.

After a cup of tea, the Qingcheng disciples present seemed to have seen a figure rushing towards them from afar, and could not help whispering to each other.

But at this moment, screams were heard, and the young man in green robe was walking leisurely in the garden, and his hands shot out sharp finger force like sword energy.

In just one encounter, twenty or thirty Qingcheng disciples lost their lives.

"Demon Zhuang, you didn't keep your promise!" The eldest brother of Qingcheng Sect was furious.

"Since you understand that I never do anything to please everyone, you should know that I am not a kind person. That is why you are still alive. I just want you to die tragically before the eyes of our seniors."

Zhuang Bu Ran said in a casual tone:
"After all, there's no such thing as empathy in the world. Only you know your own warmth and coldness, and only when a needle pricks your own body do you know how painful it is."

As soon as he finished speaking, before the Qingcheng Sect's eldest brother could make a move, a finger force pierced his throat and he fell to the ground dead. "Elder Brother!"

The remaining Qingcheng disciples gnashed their teeth and shouted:
"Let's fight this devil!"

"Tsk tsk, I never thought the Qingcheng Sect had such a tough side. Then I will send you to the underworld to reunite."

Zhuang Bu Ran shook his feet, shaking the scattered gravel on the ground to his front, and then waved his sleeves, hitting the Qingcheng disciples who were rushing towards him in an instant.

"Ahhh!"

After a burst of screams and wails, the foot of the mountain was littered with corpses.

"You are going too far, you evil thief!"

A middle-aged man in his thirties or forties with a short beard saw the scene of corpses everywhere at the foot of the mountain, and couldn't help but shoot out a barrage of steel needles.

The young man in green robe had his hands behind his back, and a halo was seen flowing on his skin. The energy in his body shook, and many steel needles pressed towards the middle-aged man with short beard even faster than before.

With a "bang", the middle-aged man with a short beard fell to the ground covered in blood.

"father!"

"Brother!"

"Master Sima!"

The middle-aged man with a short beard, the elders of Qingcheng Sect, and the martial artists who came to help shouted in unison, and the large number of Qingcheng disciples who came with them all looked at the young man in green robes with anger on their faces.

"An Qingzi's kung fu is probably the same as Qingcheng Sect's 'Nine Qing Strikes', nothing more than that." Zhuang Bu Ran shook his head.

"Demon Zhuang, you have committed murder time and again. Aren't you afraid of being surrounded and attacked by your fellow martial artists?" a Qingcheng elder shouted angrily.

"Hasn't Zhuang been regarded as a thorn in the side of the underworld for a long time?" Zhuang Bu Ran's eyes swept across the crowd:

"Don't tell me that none of you want to get the Nine Yin Manual from me."

A young man in his early twenties said:

"Elder Li, don't waste your time talking to him. Let's attack together and eliminate this great demon who is causing trouble for the martial arts world for my father, my fellow disciples, and the righteousness of the martial arts world."

"Master Sima, a little impatience can ruin a great plan." A middle-aged man in white clothes holding a fan said gently:
"Zhuang Bu Ran, you are aware that your wanton killing of innocent people has already incurred public wrath. If you give up your martial arts now, we may show some mercy."

"So hypocritical that it makes me sick. You still want to get the Nine Yin Manual." Zhuang Bu Ran sighed.

"After all, you think I'm weak and powerless, like a soft persimmon that you can manipulate at will."

He flashed and suddenly appeared in front of the middle-aged scholar in white. With his hands so fast, he crushed his throat and said calmly:
"The Sima family's rule over the Qingcheng Sect will soon be a thing of the past. From now on, the Qingcheng Sect should be established by those Taoist branches on the mountain who don't interfere in the affairs of the martial arts world."

The Young Master of Qingcheng shouted:
"My fellow uncles, senior brothers, junior brothers, and fellow martial artists, this demon is stubborn and unrepentant, his crimes are unforgivable. Join me in defeating him."

"We will follow the orders of the Young Master." Many Qingcheng disciples responded loudly.

"Okay." Five or six Qingcheng elders nodded heavily.

More than forty martial artists narrowed their eyes and made up their minds to take action. Anyway, as long as they could leave one bite left, it would be fine.

"Hahaha, it should have been done long ago. The so-called Jianghu is not about young men drinking wine, fine clothes and galloping horses, singing under the moon and flowers."

The young man in green robe laughed loudly:

"Never-ending fighting is the true martial arts world."

(End of this chapter)