Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 568 Ancestor

Xiaoyaozi found it hard to believe that his hand was being grabbed by the other party.

The other person was thin, with a head of snow-white hair and a sallow face, and was not outstanding in any way. However, his eyes were pure and deep, without any turbidity.

Seeing this, Xiaoyaozi's heart skipped a beat, and he almost thought he was dreaming. He immediately tried to pull his arm away, desperately trying to escape. But to his surprise, his hand felt as if it had been bitten by a steel hook, and he couldn't pull it out at all!

In his entire life, he had never experienced anything like this in his battles. He broke out in a cold sweat in an instant, only then realizing that Jin Tai was a formidable opponent, one he had never encountered before.

A strong wind howled, Jin Tai's hair and beard fluttered, and his clothes billowed in the wind.

As he sized up Xiaoyaozi, he smiled amiably and said, "Brother Dao, I've long admired your name." With that, he released his grip.

Xiaoyaozi flew backwards, swaying gently in the air before gracefully descending, his appearance incredibly elegant.

This scene was breathtaking; everyone watched in stunned silence, their hearts pounding.

Xiaoyaozi's eyes flickered slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "I never expected that I would startle Marshal Jin."

Jin Tai smiled and said, "I'm sorry." He turned to Ren Shaoyang and said, "We meet again, young friend Ren."

"Today, dragons and tigers have gathered before Leigu Mountain." Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly. "Judging from the situation, Marshal Jin has also come at someone's invitation."

Jin Tai was taken aback, lowered his head in silence, and then suddenly said, "Sheng Zhong, Guang Zu, come out."

With two swishes, two people appeared in the arena.

One man, dressed in a dashing blue robe, and the other, holding a spear with an air of arrogance, were Huang Shang and Zhou Tong.

Ren Shaoyang smiled and asked, "What does Marshal Jin mean by this?"

Jin Tai said in a deep voice, "I have no choice but to do this out of loyalty to the emperor!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled with narrowed eyes and said softly, "Loyalty to the emperor? So this is the fate of the Song Dynasty emperor?"

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyaozi's eyebrows twitched a few times, and his gaze was like a knife piercing Jin Tai's face: "When has this old Taoist ever offended the imperial court? How could it have provoked Marshal Jin to take action?" As he spoke, a strange power burst forth, causing the mountain to tremble.

Huang Shang and Zhou Tong were startled and unconsciously took half a step forward, blocking the golden platform.

"Shengzhong, Guangzu, step down."

Jin Tai waved his hand, looked at Xiaoyaozi, sighed softly, and said, "Brother Xiaoyaozi, you are unaware of this. Three days ago, the divine monk met with the Emperor. After the two met for a long time, I, Jin, came here on imperial orders."

Upon hearing this, both Xiaoyaozi and Ren Shaoyang's expressions changed.

They had planned everything meticulously, but they never expected that "King Kinnara" wouldn't be involved in music, but rather in military strategy! (P.S.: Kinnara is a legendary singer in the Eight Heavenly Dragons series.)
Ren Shaoyang pondered for a moment and then said, "What did they say that made you willing to confront the two of us?"

Jin Tai admired Shao Yang's insightful observations, having his thoughts exposed. He sighed and said, "Shao Yang is still so perceptive."

Ren Shaoyang said, "Marshal Jin is a man of noble character and integrity, and he has always cherished his reputation. If he is to take action, it must be for a great cause for the country and its people."

“That’s right,” Jin Tai said with a smile. “The divine monk came with the golden seal of the founding emperor and said frankly that if he were to kill Xiaoyaozi, he would owe the royal family a favor. He promised to appear and save the royal family in the future if they were in trouble, and to ensure the legitimacy of the Central Plains.”

It was truly unexpected that he would say such a thing. What was even more surprising was that a "divine monk" could actually command Jintai to come. It was truly a rare and unheard-of event.

Ren Shaoyang listened quietly, raising his eyebrows a few times before revealing his arrogance again, chuckling coldly: "What an empty promise, a century-long deal."

What does it mean to "appear in person to save someone" and what does it mean to "guarantee the orthodoxy of the Central Plains"?
Whether he can successfully rescue her is another matter; even if he does, she might be sent to Quanzhou.
Can the legitimacy of the Central Plains be guaranteed, but the legitimacy of the Zhao family be guaranteed? Can the Zhu family, who are old, be guaranteed?
This old bald monk played word games, and he really managed to fool the Song Dynasty emperor.

But all of this happened a hundred years later. He knew it but couldn't say it, and even if he did, no one would listen.

So Ren Shaoyang could only chuckle coldly.

Xiaoyaozi remained silent for a long time before saying, "Although I am devoted to cultivating the Dao and have no desire to contend with the world, I cannot passively accept being slaughtered when faced with a knife and axe at my neck."

Jin Tai also sighed: "Brother Dao, I didn't want to either, but to kill with a loyal and righteous heart, and to have such great merit and be admired by all living beings, I am sorry."

"Wu Xingyun and the others dared to come because of you?" Ren Shaoyang said quietly.

“No!” Jin Tai said casually, “I’m not on their side.”

Ren Shaoyang raised his eyebrows and asked, "Marshal Jin has his own unique approach?"

“Of course!” Jin Tai replied.

"I understand!" Ren Shaoyang's mind cleared, and he glanced at Li Qiushui and the others. "Now that Jintai is going up against Xiaoyaozi, what surprise have you prepared for me?"

Everyone's hearts pounded as he swept his gaze over them, and they all looked at Murong Bo.

Ren Shaoyang frowned at him: "You?"

Murong Bo smiled and said, "In the path of swordsmanship, the Sword God has already stood proudly at the peak. I am naturally far from reaching that level, but there is one person who is worthy of discussing the Dao with you."

Before the words were finished, a long, powerful roar suddenly came from down the mountain, suppressing the howling wind.

"Wow, not bad. Who is this?" Ren Shaoyang asked curiously.

"Who else?" Xiaoyaozi sneered. "Naturally, it's an old acquaintance of the Murong family." "The Murong family, renowned for their swordsmanship," Ren Shaoyang's expression changed. "Could it be Murong Longcheng?"

"Who else but him?"

"Hasn't he been dead for two hundred years?"

Xiaoyaozi shook his head and said, "Their family is good at faking death." Pointing at Murong Bo and his son, he said, "Why don't you ask them again?" After saying that, he turned and walked towards Jintai.

Ren Shaoyang shrugged and glanced sideways at him.

"Senior Xiaoyaozi is right," Murong Fu said with a proud smile, "The one who has come is none other than the ancestor of Dragon City!"

"Hmm, interesting." Ren Shaoyang pondered for a moment, then suddenly sneered, "So it's not just Marshal Jin, all the masters from the previous generation have come. It seems that today we will finally settle things."

"Sword God!" Murong Fu raised his hand and gestured, "Our ancestors of Dragon City have long admired the name of the Sword God and would like to have a meeting with him."

"Okay." Ren Shaoyang smiled and said to Xiaoyaozi, "I'll be right back."

“Go,” Xiaoyaozi said calmly. “I can hold on for a while longer.”

"Don't worry." Ren Shaoyang glanced at the sky. "We'll stall for time as long as we can. We have men and beasts." With a flick of his sleeve, he leaped down the mountain.

As everyone gazed into the distance, the mountains were shrouded in mist and clouds, the treetops of the tall forest appearing and disappearing in the mist, and the area within a radius of ten miles was a chaotic mass.

Looking further afield, a figure in white robes, riding a sword, seemed to drift across the vast wilderness like a cloud before disappearing into the misty valley.

Amidst the rising and falling of countless mountain passes, a flute melody rises from an unknown source, its notes lingering and intermittent.
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In a secluded valley of Leigu Mountain, the bamboo groves are lush and the scenery is serene.

Beside the mountain stream, a pavilion is built with giant bamboo, its construction exquisite and ingenious, the bamboo itself is the pavilion, and the pavilion is the bamboo.

At first glance, it's impossible to tell whether it's a bamboo grove or a pavilion.

Inside the bamboo pavilion, a round and adorable hamster-faced panda wearing a straw hat and carrying a bundle is sitting sprawled on a small bamboo stool, holding a piece of dark red pork knuckle and stuffing it into its mouth.

As the panda ate, it seemed to enjoy its meal and twisted its body.

Crack! The bamboo stool fell apart, and the panda landed on its bottom with a thud.

The bear's face froze for a moment, its fat body swaying in the wind. After a while, it resumed gnawing on itself.

"Gungung, you're living such a carefree life."

The panda paused again, looking around uncertainly, as if it could hear its owner's voice.

Seeing that no one was around, it patted its chest with its paw like a little adult and started gnawing on the pork knuckle again.

"Whee!"

A soft laugh came again.

A red shadow suddenly appeared and landed steadily on the panda's shoulder, tugging at its little ears.

"Stop eating, let's go up the mountain to help the cripple!"

It really is the master!

With two soft "oohs," the bear-like creature grinned broadly, tossed the half-eaten pork knuckle behind it, and then snuggled its sauce-covered head into Hongxiu's arms.

Hongxiu looked disgusted and used her hand to block it, saying, "No, don't rub it, it's my new clothes!" As she spoke, she casually patted its back.

Gun Gun reluctantly let out two soft "whimpers," but still bent down and carried her up the mountain, his fat body jiggling like waves.

"By the way, where are Donkey Bro and Fat Tiger?"

"嘤嘤!"

"Yes, Brother Donkey is down the mountain." Hongxiu nodded, then frowned. "Where did Fatty Tiger go?"

"Hey~"

Hongxiu rolled her eyes and sneered, "Well, this blockhead actually ran off to the Northeast! What, does it want to breed with a Siberian tiger?" As she spoke, she rubbed her hands together, exuding a murderous aura.

Gun Gun felt a chill run down its neck and instinctively shrank its head.

Hongxiu snorted indignantly a few times, then looked down again.

The glutton waddled along, its plump rear end swaying, moving slowly and deliberately, barely faster than a snail on the roadside. You could even see the soft fur on its back undulating lazily in the breeze.

One breath. Two breaths. Ten breaths.
"Oh dear, I can't wait!"

Suddenly, a white-robed figure riding a sword streaked across the sky like a shooting star, leaving behind a trail of dazzling rosy clouds.

Knowing something was amiss, Hongxiu immediately flipped down, lifted her hands, and with the giant panda on her head, ran swiftly up the mountain.

The panda flailed wildly, its whimpering cries echoing through the mountains.
(End of this chapter)