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Chapter 112 I Don't Even Care About My Own Nest

Dozens of Songshan Sect disciples, who were tightly bound and had their acupoints sealed, stood by the courtyard, but Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo acted as if nothing had happened, leisurely eating the candied hawthorns in their hands.

"Senior sister, when do you think the people from the Songshan Sect will arrive?"

When asked by Yang Yan beside her, Zhou Zhiruo quickly calculated the time in her mind and replied, "Dengfeng Prefecture is not far from the Songshan Sect. The carrier pigeon should arrive in about half an hour. By the time the people from the Songshan Sect set off and arrived here, it should be before dark!"

Yang Yan leaned back a little, "I wonder who will come, and what kind of martial arts they are good at."

Zhou Zhiruo looked at Yang Yan, who had an expectant expression, and knew that Yang Yan was a little nervous.

In fact, she was the same.

After all, although the two of them often sparred with Gu Shaoan, Abbess Miejue and Abbess Juechen, it was only to give them guidance.

The situation will obviously be different when we fight that martial artist from the Songshan Sect who has returned to the Innate Realm today.

As they waited, time passed little by little.

The setting sun cast its golden rays, its light already slanting, lengthening the shadows of everything in the courtyard.

Just as the entire Dengfeng Prefecture was bathed in a warm orange hue from the setting sun, three figures suddenly entered through the city gate, then leaped onto the rooftops and headed west.

On the rooftop, Gu Shaoan had changed positions, leaning against the upturned eaves, his body half-hidden, seemingly resting casually, but in reality, his internal energy was constantly circulating.

However, Gu Shaoan's gaze would still occasionally sweep in a certain direction.

"Make way! Make way, everyone!"

Just then, Gu Shaoan suddenly heard a few sounds.

Looking sideways, one could see three figures riding horses along several streets, shouting and spreading their inner energy to drive pedestrians away.

"coming!"

Looking at the three people on horseback dressed the same as Ding Mian, Fei Bin and the others, Gu Shaoan's face showed a hint of astonishment.

"Three?"

Five zhang, four zhang, three zhang
Just as the two horses were about two zhang away from the house, the three people on the horses leaped up at the same time, and the moment they landed, they used their lightness skills to leap over the high wall of the house and rush into the front yard.

The three men were of similar age. The one on the left was short and thin, with sparse hair on his head that gleamed oily under the lamplight, resembling a night owl that had just emerged from a tomb! His eyes shone brightly, exuding a fierce aura. He was none other than Sha Tianjiang, the "Bald Eagle," one of the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan, known for his sinister and cunning nature!

The man standing in the middle was about the same age as Sha Tianjiang, but his arms were unusually thick and strong. A dark, soft whip was wrapped around his waist. When he landed in the front yard, his footing was extremely stable, like a tree rooted to the ground. He was none other than Deng Bagong, the "Divine Whip" who was skilled in whips among the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan!

The man on the right, with a beard and a resolute face, wields a sword and moves with light steps. He is clearly Zhao Sihai, known as "Songyang Sword" among the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan.

The three of them looked anxious. Upon entering the front yard, their gazes lingered briefly on Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan before sweeping across the entire yard.

When they saw dozens of Songshan Sect disciples on one side, whose hands and feet were bound, some lying haphazardly, and others sitting, the three men's expressions darkened slightly.

But when Deng Bagong scanned the courtyard and confirmed that although some of his disciples were injured, none of them had been killed, his expression softened slightly.

In contrast, the disciples of the Songshan Sect all showed joy when they saw Sha Tianjiang, Deng Bagong, and Zhao Sihai, but none of them could make a sound because their pressure points had been struck.

"waste!"

After cursing inwardly, Deng Bagong finally focused his attention back on Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo.

After taking a closer look and judging the approximate age of the two women from their figures and appearances, Deng Bagong frowned.

The letter they had previously received only mentioned that two young women had caused trouble at their Songshan Sect's garrison in Dengfeng Prefecture, injuring all the disciples stationed there.

Deng Bagong originally thought that the woman who caused trouble should be past her prime by now.

Who would have thought that they would be two young girls who had just reached the age of marriage?

But it was precisely because of the age of the two women in front of him that Deng Bagong felt even more solemn.

Although the people they assigned to guard Dengfeng Prefecture were all ordinary disciples with average talent and strength from the sect.

But the number of people is what it is.

The fact that the two young girls could so easily defeat the many without sustaining any injuries shows that they are not disciples that ordinary forces could cultivate.

Therefore, after a moment's hesitation, he spoke up: "I am Deng Bagong of the Songshan Sect. May I ask which sect you two are disciples of?"

As soon as they saw Deng Bagong and the other two enter the front yard, Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo, who had been sitting, stood up.

When faced with Deng Bagong's question, Yang Yan snorted coldly and said, "What? You want to find out our identities as soon as you open your mouth? Do you want to see if your Songshan Sect's name can intimidate us?"

Her once lively and cunning eyes were now as cold as ice as she glanced sideways at Sha Tianjiang and Deng Bagong.

Although Zhou Zhiruo didn't say a word, her gaze was calm, like the cold river water in winter. She showed no fear of ordinary people when facing a martial artist who had returned to the Innate Realm. Instead, she was indifferent.

Normally, the two can show their naive side, but that's because they are around Gu Shaoan, Abbess Miejue, and Abbess Juechen.

But that was only limited to in front of Gu Shaoan and others.

When facing outsiders, both Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan displayed completely different temperaments and demeanors.

The blunt words instantly froze the politeness on Deng Bagong's face, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched violently.

"Little girl! How arrogant!"

Sha Tianjiang, who was already short-tempered, couldn't help but darken his face upon hearing Yang Yan's words.

Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo completely ignored Sha Tianjiang's words, instead exchanging glances.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo looked up at the same time.

Yang Yan said with a hint of frustration, "Senior brother, it would be fine if it were just one person each, but now there are three of us. You're not planning to let my senior sister and I deal with these three late-stage cultivators from the Songshan Sect by ourselves, are you?"

Upon hearing Yang Yan's abrupt words, Deng Bagong and the other two, who had just shown displeasure, were stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned their heads to look in the direction of Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo's gaze.

When they saw Gu Shaoan leaning against the eaves on the roof, the three of them changed their expressions at the same time.

Senior brother? There's another person?

Almost as a reflex, the three of them instantly followed the gaze of Yang and Zhou Ernu and shot their eyes toward the shadowy eaves of the roof.

Beneath the eaves, the leaning figure seemed to move slightly.

He slowly straightened up, and the warm light of dusk slid across his profile, clearly illuminating a handsome but extremely young face.

What's even more striking is that there's a sword casually placed at his feet—no, it looks more like a heavy, dark metal door panel!

At the same moment, Deng Bagong, Sha Tianjiang, and Zhao Sihai felt as if their hearts had been gripped tightly by a cold, giant hand.

All three of them were martial artists at the level of returning to the innate realm, and their five senses were extremely sharp.

Logically speaking, within a radius of ten zhang, no movement or rustling should escape the notice of the three.

Who would have thought that there was another person on the roof so close to them?

Moreover, the person in my eyes was just leaning there casually, and his breathing, heartbeat, and even the slightest fluctuation of energy that might have inadvertently emanated from his body were perfectly integrated into the surrounding environment, silent and still, like a cold rock.

If Yang Yan hadn't spoken up and pointed it out, they would never have realized there was another person around them.

There is only one possibility to achieve this.

That was the young man in their sight; his strength was even greater than theirs.

On the rooftop, Gu Shaoan looked down at the three people whose expressions had instantly changed, and at Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo's resentful and helpless eyes, and shook his head gently in resignation.

To be honest, he really didn't expect this to happen.

With the deaths of Zuo Lengchan, Ding Mian, and others, only these three martial artists who had returned to the Innate Realm remain in the Songshan Sect.

Logically speaking, even if someone needs to go out due to an emergency, at least one person should remain in charge of the Songshan Sect. Gu Shaoan, Zhou Zhiruo, and Yang Yan had considered that one or two martial artists from the Songshan Sect might come after reaching the Innate Realm, but they never expected that the three remaining martial artists from the Songshan Sect would all come at once.

Even Gu Shaoan felt an urge to vent his frustration.

"Are these three guys really that reckless? They'd abandon their home at the slightest trouble?"

The thought flashed through his mind, and Gu Shaoan slowly stood up.

Immediately afterwards, in the eyes of Deng Bagong and the other two, the figure on the rooftop suddenly vanished from their sight and perception.

Silent! Without a sound! Without a trace!

But the next moment, Zhao Sihai below felt a blur before his eyes, and Gu Shaoan, who should have been standing on the roof just a moment ago, suddenly appeared in front of him.

As he fell, his clothes billowing wildly, Gu Shaoan pressed his right hand directly onto Zhao Sihai's shoulder.

Even before his hand landed, Zhao Sihai already felt an overwhelming pressure.

Seeing Gu Shaoan suddenly appear beside him, Zhao Sihai felt every hair on his body stand on end. Instinctively, he channeled the pure true energy he had cultivated for decades into his shoulders, and lowered his waist to sit upright, attempting to use his true energy to push Gu Shaoan's hand away.

However, the moment the hand landed on Zhao Sihai's shoulder, it seemed to fall with immense force.

The true energy that Zhao Sihai gathered on his shoulder to try to resist was like thin ice meeting the scorching sun in spring. It couldn't even create a ripple before it crumbled and collapsed the moment the palm touched it.

Then, an overwhelming force flowed down my shoulder without any hindrance.

In an instant, Zhao Sihai felt half of his body go numb and stiffen, as if his bones and tendons were being squeezed and locked by an unimaginable force.

His rock-solid lower body collapsed instantly, and his magnificent physique slumped uncontrollably.

A sweet taste rose in his throat, and he immediately vomited up a mouthful of blood.

"How is this possible?"

Zhao Sihai never imagined that the seemingly casual palm strike from the young man beside him would contain such terrifying power.

He, a dignified Protector of Songshan, possessed profound inner energy cultivated over decades, yet before this young man, he was as weak as a sheet of paper, easily shattered at the slightest touch.

Immediately afterward, before Zhao Sihai could react or struggle, Gu Shaoan's hand on his shoulder suddenly bent, like five indestructible iron hooks, instantly digging into the vital acupoint between his collarbone and shoulder blade!

"Ugh!"

Zhao Sihai finally couldn't help but let out a short, painful groan, all his strength dissipating due to the sudden, intense pain.

Like a venomous python whose vital spot has been precisely pinned down, it instantly lost all power to resist!
Then, Gu Shaoan gripped Zhao Sihai's shoulder with one hand, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and, as if carrying a shadow, darted back to the eaves where he had been.

At the same time, he raised his hand and pressed several acupoints on Zhao Sihai's back, sealing Zhao Sihai's power and rendering him unable to move, leaving him stiffly standing on the roof tiles.

"Look, now that it's divided evenly, one for each person is fine, right?"

His tone was light and casual, as if the people being discussed were not three martial artists who had returned to the Innate Realm, but just three ordinary people.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched the shadows on the ground and walls into distorted and eerie shapes, reflecting the extreme fear and horror on Sha Tianjiang and Deng Bagong's faces, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

When facing this young man, Zhao Sihai, the dignified Protector of Songshan and known as the "Songyang Sword," couldn't even draw his sword, let alone draw it.

This is enough to show that if the boy on the roof were willing, he could take them both down in one move, just like he did with Zhao Sihai.

Thinking of this, Deng Bagong, regaining his senses, couldn't help but ask, "Which sect are you a disciple of? What has my Songshan Sect done to offend you?"

Gu Shaoan lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over Deng Bagong and Sha Tianjiang, whose faces were clearly filled with apprehension, but he did not respond.

Gu Shaoan's patience and gentleness are selective, depending on the person he is dealing with.

They didn't come here today to make friends, and Gu Shaoan had no interest in wasting words with Deng Bagong and the others.

After sitting down, he leaned back against the eaves of the roof, completely ignoring the two of them.

Gu Shaoan, Zhou Zhiruo, and Yang Yan did not come here to make friends.

If that's the case, why waste so much time talking?
Seeing Gu Shaoan remain silent, Deng Bagong and Sha Tianjiang felt even more uneasy.

If Gu Shaoan were to speak up, there might be room for discussion, no matter what the matter is.

But Gu Shaoan seemed too lazy to pay attention to the two of them, clearly having no intention of talking or discussing anything.

Realizing that things were unlikely to end well, Deng Bagong suddenly turned his head to look at Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan.

The next second, a ruthless glint flashed in Deng Bagong's eyes. In the instant his true energy surged, his right hand swept to his waist, and the long whip in his hand instantly coiled towards Yang Yan in the distance like a black snake.

However, sensing something was wrong, he wanted to subdue Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan as soon as possible, using them as a shield to escape.

As for the impact this would have on the Songshan Sect, Deng Bagong didn't care at all.

Unlike the other Thirteen Protectors of Songshan, who were all disciples of the Songshan Sect and had lived there since childhood, he was different.

Deng Bagong was not a disciple of the Songshan Sect. He only joined the Songshan Sect because he wanted to have powerful backing.

Otherwise, how could he be the only one among the Thirteen Protectors who is skilled in either palm techniques or sword techniques, but skilled in whip techniques?
Zuo Lengchan also publicly claimed that Sha Tianjiang was a branch of the Songshan School.

But anyone with eyes can see that the Songshan Sect has only been a second-rate force for a hundred years, so where are there any collateral branches?
The Songshan Sect gave him money, women, and status in return, and he worked for the Songshan Sect. The relationship between the two was essentially a transaction, so there was no question of loyalty.

The two women had been keeping an eye on Sha Tianjiang and Deng Bagong.

Almost the instant Deng Bagong set off, the two women reacted immediately.

Yang Yan held her sword horizontally in the air. As the long sword was about to be drawn, it suddenly stopped and then flicked upwards. The tip of the sword pierced the end of the long whip precisely, neutralizing the force contained in the whip.

Then, with a series of witty remarks, she left behind the words, "Senior sister, that bald guy is yours to handle," before using her lightness skill to head towards Deng Bagong.

Deng Bagong never expected that Yang Yan, this little girl, would actually dare to come forward in the face of his actions.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Just right!"

With a sudden flick of his wrist, the long whip, as thick as an adult's thumb and gleaming with a dark luster, transformed under Deng Bagong's control into a wild black storm that covered an area of ​​several feet in radius. The fierce and incomparable force of the whip, woven into a net, swept wildly toward Yang Yan, who was rushing toward him.

Faced with this fierce net of whips, powerful enough to shred boulders and snap a horse in half, Yang Yan's expression changed slightly.

The "Three Appearances of the Divine Dragon" movement technique was activated, and the figure continuously flashed and moved within a small space, trying to avoid the net of whips formed by the intertwining of countless whip shadows.

In Gu Shaoan's eyes, Yang Yan had made great progress in her performance of "The Three Appearances of the Divine Dragon".

At this rate, in at most another year, I'm afraid I'll be able to master "The Three Appearances of the Divine Dragon" to the point of "perfect and satisfactory".

It must be said that even Gu Shaoan had to admire Yang Yan's talent in light-footed skills.

"However, it's probably not that easy to win just by relying on agility."

As Gu Shaoan had expected, Deng Bagong had been immersing himself in whip techniques for decades, and his whipping motions were continuous.

Before Yang Yan could even get close, the whip's shadow, like a leech clinging to her bone, forced her to retreat, effectively shutting out all her room to maneuver.

Several times the tip of the whip almost grazed the hem of her clothes, and the strong wind it generated made her cheeks sting.

She struggled to parry the pursuing whip with her longsword, the impact numbing her tiger's mouth and preventing her from unleashing her full sword potential. She was completely suppressed in a narrow area and could only dodge awkwardly with her swift movements.

Zhou Zhiruo, standing to the side, wasn't much better off.

As Deng Bagong made his move, Sha Tianjiang also reacted and rushed towards Zhou Zhiruo.

Unlike Yang Yan's fierce and powerful response to Deng Bagong's whip technique, Sha Tianjiang's palm strikes were extremely strange. When he struck out with both palms, the edges of his palms turned a strange bluish-black color, the air temperature dropped sharply, and a chill instantly spread.

(End of this chapter)