Arhats Subduing Demons: Starting with The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber

Chapter 82 The Gathering at the Sacred Ground
The Yellow Crane Tower is located in Wuchang, atop Snake Hill, perched on the banks of the Yangtze River. From the tower, one can see distant sails and the mighty, surging Yangtze River, a truly magnificent sight.

Countless tourists and poets have visited this building, wielding their brushes and expressing their feelings while admiring the scenery. It is only here that one cannot help but feel a surge of nostalgia for the past and present, and a sense of pride in the rise of China.

But now, countless warriors have gathered here, eager to fight with swords.

As the sun rose in the east that day, the top of Snake Mountain was bathed in golden light, the mighty Yangtze River was tinged with blood red by the sunlight, and the Yellow Crane Tower was bathed in the morning light, looking like a small island floating on a red sea.

At this moment, many figures from various sects and gangs had already gathered on the mountaintop, fetching water and preparing meals. The cooks were busy preparing the dishes. In one corner of the mountaintop, wisps of smoke rose, giving it an air of mystery.

Many people arrive early, fearing they won't get a good spot and won't be able to witness this grand spectacle.

The sheer number of people who arrived surprised even Abbess Miejue. This, of course, had a reason.

The reason for this duel between Yun Changkong and Yin Tianzheng was that it had a profound impact on the martial arts world. It is worth noting that in the past, when Xie Xun, the Golden-Haired Lion King, held a grand ceremony on Wangpan Island at the invitation of the Eagle Sect, the Giant Whale Gang, the Sea Sand Sect, and the Divine Fist Sect, he killed many gang leaders and sect masters, and turned dozens of people into idiots.

Only two disciples of the Kunlun Sect possessed extraordinary internal strength, constantly muttering "Yin Susu," while Bai Guishou, the leader of the Xuanwu Altar of the Tianying Sect, was unharmed.

Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, and Yin Liting of the Wudang Sect went to Wangpan Mountain to survey the area. They saw the twenty-four large characters that Zhang Cuishan had written on the mountain wall with an iron pen. Since they could not find Zhang Cuishan's whereabouts on the island, they went to Bai Guishou to inquire.

Bai Guishou spoke rudely and started a fight, slapping Yu Lianzhou. Soon after, people from the Kunlun Sect also came to their door, but they suffered a great loss, with the Tianying Sect killing two of them, deepening the hatred between the two sides.

Originally, this was just about Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu, and the entanglement between the Kunlun and Wudang sects and the Tianying Sect. However, the Tianying Sect never mentioned Xie Xun's name. As a result, gangs and sects such as the Giant Whale Gang, the Sea Sand Sect, and the Divine Fist Sect all attributed the blood feud between their leaders and sect leaders to the Tianying Sect. The Tianying Sect became the target of everyone's hatred in the martial arts world, and this incident added to the bloodshed.

This wasn't over yet, and then another major event broke out in the martial arts world.

That was the story of the Golden Lion King killing many renowned heroes. This was originally a mystery in the martial arts world. The murderer left behind the name "Cheng Kun, the Mixed Yuan Thunderbolt Hand."

However, this one case has far-reaching implications, let alone more than thirty cases. But everyone knows that someone deliberately framed Cheng Kun.

Because Cheng Kun, the "Mixed Yuan Thunderbolt Hand," was highly skilled in martial arts, always maintained a clean reputation, and had an excellent image, and because several of the victims were his close friends, these cases could not have been committed by him.

But to find out who the murderer was, they had to find Cheng Kun, who had long since disappeared without a trace and was no longer active in the martial arts world. This matter had been a source of much trouble for a long time, and unexpectedly, it resurfaced after Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu went missing.

Some say that Xie Xun was a disciple of Cheng Kun and also the Protector of the Ming Cult, and that he was a sworn brother of Yin Tianzheng, the White-browed Eagle King.

This led to a conflict between the five major sects (Shaolin, Kunlun, Emei, Kongtong, and Wudang), nine other sects (including Shenquan and Wufengdao), and seven gangs (including Haisha and Jujing), totaling twenty-one sects and gangs. They fought five major battles and countless smaller skirmishes against the Tianying Sect in their search for the whereabouts of Xie Xun, Yin Susu, and Zhang Cuishan. Both sides suffered heavy casualties.

Although Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu later committed suicide, the hatred was never eliminated, and the whereabouts of Xie Xun, the Golden Lion King, remains a mystery to this day.

Therefore, some people from various sects came seeking revenge for the deaths of their relatives and friends at the hands of the Eagle Sect. Some also wanted to know Xie Xun's whereabouts.

Some people wanted to see what was going on and find out what kind of person Yun Changkong was, that he could stir up such a stir.

Therefore, the fact that the news spread so quickly was only a minor reason, as it was due to the prestige of Yun Changkong and Yin Tianzheng themselves.

Everyone involved harbored ulterior motives, spreading the word far and wide to ensure that everyone in the martial arts world knew. Otherwise, how could the Kunlun Sect, the Five Elements Banners of the Ming Cult, and the Five Wanderers, who were either located in the Western Regions or traveling around, have gathered in one place?
This isn't just something Zhao Min and Cheng Kun thought for their own purposes; it's just that people in the martial arts world love to join in the fun!
Therefore, the Yellow Crane Tower, originally a place for sightseeing, suddenly became a gathering place for martial arts masters and influential figures.

However, since the main figure had not yet arrived, countless people had gathered at the top of Snake Mountain. Among them were either sect leaders or groups of experts. Although they had grudges against each other, they did not speak to each other except for their own people, so the mountain was very quiet.

After all, no one wants to ruin the event and become the target of everyone's criticism!
As for going inside the Yellow Crane Tower to look down from a high vantage point, no one dared to do so.

This is because everyone here knows that in the world of martial arts, those who live on the edge and risk their lives must know two key secrets to maintain their prestige and avoid setbacks, in addition to martial arts skills: "knowing the situation."
The so-called "knowing the situation" means being perceptive and not doing anything that is inconsistent with one's status.

This gathering was not initiated by anyone; everyone came because they had heard about it.

If you go upstairs, and someone with higher martial arts skills or more power than you says, "We're all downstairs right now, we don't dare to stand on high, so why are you standing above me?"

If someone were to drag him out and beat him up, he would become a laughingstock. His journey through the martial world would then be a failure.

Therefore, the area in front of the Yellow Crane Tower is always crowded with people.

But there was no one in the building!
This has become an unprecedented spectacle.

As the morning glow faded, a long howl suddenly rang out, its high-pitched sound revealing that the person who uttered it possessed extraordinary inner strength.

At this moment, the wealthy guests sitting around all stood up, and suddenly someone said, "It's the Cloud Ladder Leap!"

"It's a Wudang hero!"

Then, figures flashed down the mountain. Seven figures rose up from the foot of the mountain. Three of them rose more than ten feet each time they rose. This Snake Mountain was not steep to begin with, and there were places to use for leverage, so it was not difficult. But the fact that they moved in unison was truly remarkable.

The other four used the same light-foot technique, but they were not as fast as the three, nor could they leap as high as the three.

As they were discussing this, they saw figures flashing up the mountain, and seven people appeared one after another.

The group of seven, three in front and four behind, included a tall, middle-aged man who clasped his hands in greeting and said, "Yu Er, Zhang Si, and Mo Qi of Wudang, along with their disciples, pay our respects to you all."

The sound was loud and clear, and everyone could hear it clearly.

"Greetings, Yu the Second Hero, Zhang the Fourth Hero, and Mo the Seventh Hero!"

The "Seven Heroes of Wudang" were famous throughout the martial arts world. After Yu Daiyan was crippled and Zhang Cuishan committed suicide, they were called the "Five Heroes of Wudang". However, the names of the others were even greater, especially Yu Lianzhou, who could almost rival the leaders of Shaolin, Emei and Kunlun!

Moreover, Wudang is a sect of chivalry, so people immediately rushed up to greet them with endless politeness!
After Yu Lianzhou and the others greeted their acquaintances, chairs were brought to the Wudang heroes. They sat down and waited, while several disciples stood behind them.

Zhang Songxi said, "Have seven tables set up in the building and place them in the center."

Soon, someone set up tables and chairs, but the seats were not used and no one came up to sit down.

Before long, a clanging sound drifted up to the mountaintop.

"Mr. Tieqin has arrived!"

The three heroes of Wudang rose up, and saw four children coming up the mountain, one carrying a long sword, one carrying an iron zither, and the other two each holding a whisk.

Four boys led the way, followed by two others!

Their movements were not like walking, but rather like floating freely on water.

A man dressed in yellow robes, with an elegant demeanor and a serene presence, was none other than Mr. Tieqin, He Taichong, who appeared to be the leader of a prestigious and righteous sect.

Walking beside him was a tall, middle-aged woman with gray hair, piercing eyes, and a fierce aura between her brows. One glance was enough to tell that she possessed extraordinary skill.

Upon seeing her, everyone recognized her as Ban Shuxian, the "Supreme Leader" of the Kunlun Sect, and also He Taichong's wife.

More than twenty disciples followed behind them, including Xi Hua Zi Wei Si Niang.

The three heroes of Wudang went to greet them. After exchanging greetings, the Kunlun Sect members moved to the side, and He Taichong and his wife sat down, with their disciples standing behind them.

After a while, a slight commotion arose among the people on the summit.

Then someone whispered, "The Five Elders of Kongtong have arrived!"

Five old men appeared on the mountaintop, all with steady steps. Before the five reached the center, a man from the group strode forward and knelt down, saying, "Greetings, Master! Greetings, fellow disciples!"

Everyone recognized him as Liu, the leader of the Poyang Gang.

"Get up!"

Guan Neng said something.

"Yes!"

Chief Liu withdrew. He was the leader of a gang, a powerful figure in the region, yet he was merely a nominal disciple of the Kongtong Sect.

After exchanging greetings with the Wudang and Kunlun sects, the Five Elders of Kongtong took their seats, ignoring the others.

He Taichong thought to himself, "Even the likes of the Five Elders of Kongtong dare to come and join in the fun!"

Suddenly, two gray shadows flashed by, and two nuns reached the summit.

Their movements were swift, and upon closer inspection, everyone realized that the newcomers were none other than the two nuns, Jingxuan and Jingxu, from the Emei Sect.

These two were highly renowned in the martial arts world, surpassing even the leaders of most gangs. The Three Heroes of Wudang and the Five Elders of Kongtong immediately rose to their feet.
The two women bowed, and Yu Lianzhou asked, "Two nuns, has our esteemed master arrived?"

Jingxuan said, "My master has already arrived at the foot of the mountain!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in uproar. Abbess Miejue was renowned throughout the martial arts world, yet few had actually seen her in person. Immediately, some began to head towards the mountain path.

Zhang Songxi said, "We must invite the nun." He was about to go down the mountain to greet her.

Jingxuan said, "My master said that this is not appropriate. She wishes to borrow a place for the Emei people to rest temporarily."

As soon as these words were spoken, someone immediately cleared out a cool and quiet spot.

Master Jingxuan said, "Thank you!" and bowed.

Together with Jingxu, they arrived between two large trees, drew their longswords, and threw them out.

With a whoosh, the longsword transformed into a rainbow, embedding itself in the ground and carving out a patch of land more than ten feet in diameter.

Everyone knows this is to tell others not to cross the line.

Jingxu turned and gracefully descended the mountain, his steps slow but his movements swift. The crowd exclaimed in amazement, "This is merely a disciple of Abbess Miejue, yet he possesses such martial arts skills. One can only imagine how formidable Abbess Miejue is!"

After a while of conversation, a group of nuns and women escorted a beautiful nun dressed in gray robes, with a frosty face and sharp eyes, up the mountain.

Some people thought to themselves, "The cold and aloof Abbess Miejue is actually a beauty."

Only the older generation knows that Abbess Miejue was once a famous beauty in the martial arts world.

Seeing Abbess Miejue leading her disciples up the mountain, the three heroes of Wudang, He Taichong and his wife, and the five elders of Kongtong all stepped forward to pay their respects.

Abbess Miejue was arrogant and looked down on gang members, exchanging only a few polite words with these people.

Ban Shuxian asked, "Master, where is Yun Changkong?"

Abbess Miejue calmly replied, "I don't know."

He floated gracefully to his seat at the Emei Sect. His disciples bowed and took their leave, without speaking to anyone.

Those who wanted to visit Ban Shuxian saw that she had been rebuffed, so they could only watch from the sidelines!
Little did she know that Abbess Miejue knew that Yun Changkong was going up the mountain at this time and would inevitably be disturbed. Even without fighting, he would be mentally exhausted!
Tell him to wait until Yin Tianzheng arrives before coming!

Yun Changkong was delighted!
Wei Si Niang whispered, "Master, it seems that the Emei Sect is helping Yun Changkong."

Before Ban Shuxian could speak, He Taichong said, "Just wait and see. When the Shaolin Temple arrives, there will be quite a show to watch."

"Yes!"

This silence did not last long.

"Amitabha!"

Then a Buddhist chant rang out, soaring upwards through the clouds, crystal clear, as if it were only three feet away. The assembled heroes were all startled.
This person's ability to transmit sound over long distances has truly reached an extremely high level.

"The Venerable Monk Kongzhi has arrived!"

The heroes of Wudang and the leader of Kunlun realized that the skill of transmitting sound over a thousand miles belonged to the Shaolin school, and that the person who spoke was no ordinary person, but was none other than the monk Kongzhi!
Apart from saying a few words upon arriving at the mountain, Abbess Miejue had been resting with her eyes closed, but upon hearing the Buddhist chant, she opened them. She knew this was a serious matter.

The surrounding heroes all stood up, and the entire place suddenly fell silent.

After a while, after seeing a protruding rock at the top of the mountain, more than ten monks filed out. They were of different ages, heights, and appearances, and they were none other than the Shaolin Temple, the number one martial arts sect in the world.

What's even more surprising is that it wasn't just the Venerable Kongzhi who came, but also Abbot Kongwen and his junior brother Kongxing.

Yu Lianzhou then said, "The three eminent monks have graced Hubei with their presence; I, Yu, have failed to greet them properly." As he spoke, he went to greet them.

Abbot Kongwen clasped his hands together and said, "Excellent! Excellent! You all have arrived early!"

He had a kind face and a friendly smile. His face was rosy and he looked very energetic. His white eyebrows covered his eyes, making him look like a long-browed Arhat.

Master Kongxing was a man of imposing stature, with a thick beard resembling a halberd, and an imposing and domineering appearance. Master Kongzhi, on the other hand, had a bitter face, with downturned corners of his mouth, and looked lifeless. Some people skilled in physiognomy thought this was the face of a short-lived person.

Little did they know that this was the wonder of Shaolin Kung Fu!

Abbess Miejue, He Taichong and his wife, and the Five Elders of Kongtong all stepped forward to pay their respects.

Many people initially thought that, given Shaolin Temple's status, the matter between Yun Changkong and Yin Tianzheng would at most involve a master of the "Kong" generation. However, they were surprised to find that the three great monks descended the mountain together, forming the same lineup as when they went to Wudang Mountain in the past.

As they were talking, they noticed three strange monks behind them. They were blind in one eye; they were Yuanyin, Yuanye, and Yuanxin.

This was the man who had been blinded by Yin Susu outside the Longmen Escort Agency. Everyone thought to themselves, "Yin Susu framed Shaolin Temple before she died, so Shaolin Temple had no choice but to come."

Just then, the sound of hooves came from the mountain path, and a horse galloped by, accompanied by a voice that cried out, "We beg you seniors to uphold justice!"

Each of the heroes was startled and turned to look at the scene without prior arrangement.

A tall, imposing man dismounted, dressed in mourning clothes and wearing a hemp crown. His eyes were red and swollen, indicating that there had been a funeral and a loved one had died.

He couldn't wait to leap off his horse and rush toward Kong Wen and the others. With a thud, he knelt down on the ground and said, "I am Zhang Cheng, a disciple of Huashan. I beg Abbot Kong Wen, the heroes of Wudang, the leaders of Emei and Kunlun to uphold justice for my Huashan Sect."

When Abbess Miejue saw him perform such a grand ceremony, she knew in her heart that something was wrong: "With the Huashan disciple pleading so earnestly, and the three great monks of Shaolin here, Yun Changkong is in grave danger!"

The assembled heroes, unaware of the truth, were all shocked. Famous figures and righteous sects in the martial arts world have always been extremely concerned about their image, and would never embarrass themselves in front of such a crowd unless forced to.

As everyone looked at each other in dismay, Master Kongwen flicked his sleeve and said, "Please stand up and speak, benefactor!"

Zhang Cheng then felt a gentle yet powerful force pull him up!
Master Kongwen was one of the three great monks of Shaolin. He was second in the "Knowledge, Awareness, Wisdom and Nature" category. His skills in acupoint striking, striking, and brushing were unparalleled in the world. However, no one expected that his internal strength was so profound.

Abbess Miejue, He Taichong, Yu Lianzhou and others are all top-notch masters, yet they all admit that they are inferior to them.

Zhang Cheng felt an invisible force lifting him up, and he was overjoyed. He cried and said, "I am Zhang Cheng, a disciple of the Huashan Sect. My master and thirteen fellow disciples died at the hands of Yun Changkong. The Huashan Sect alone cannot avenge this. I beg you seniors to take charge for the sake of our fellow martial arts practitioners."

Upon hearing the name Yun Changkong, the atmosphere became even more tense.

Kongzhi asked, "Benefactor Zhang, the Huashan Sect is a prestigious and orthodox sect, and your master is a virtuous and respected gentleman. What exactly happened between you and Yun Changkong? Please tell me in detail."

Zhang Cheng said with tears in his eyes, "A few days ago, Yun Changkong was attacked at the Han River ferry. My master saw that he was a young hero with superb martial arts skills and did not want him to be harmed. He kindly invited him to travel with our sect. However, this man was arrogant and refused my master. Instead, he accepted the wine from the Mongolian princess and left."

Suddenly, Xi Hua Zi said coldly, "Did everyone hear that? That scoundrel Yun Chang Kong has truly become a lackey of the Yuan court!"

Yu Lianzhou glanced at him and said calmly, "Daoist Master, please watch your words. Don't you think it's unbecoming of you?"

Xi Hua Zi gave a cold laugh, but remained silent.

The Huashan disciple continued, "Of course we were also indignant, but our master said that this is a blessing for our martial arts world."

"Because Yun Changkong is currently at odds with the Demonic Sect, Yuan Ting's actions are actually intended to frame him, so that some fools will believe the truth."

Xi Huazi's face turned as red as a pig's liver.

"Puch-"

Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Xi Hua Zi glared angrily. Zhou Zhi Ruo pretended not to see him and ignored him completely.

"He said that many people are jealous of talent and ability, which is human nature. But how can we, as chivalrous people, not understand such petty tricks to frame him? We should lend him a hand. If we stand by and watch him die because of personal honor or disgrace, we are not worthy of being called a righteous sect!"

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

"Master Xianyu is truly righteous."

Zhang Cheng said, "My master and I followed them by boat. As a result, Yun Changkong was indeed ambushed by the Demonic Sect halfway there. My master wanted to help, but when he heard Fan Yao say that the Princess was helping him, my master had no choice but to hold back."

Later, Yun Changkong disappeared. My master said that Young Hero Yun had been ambushed by a villain and might have been injured. He told us to go ashore and search for him. My senior brother Wang, my master, and I found Yun Changkong in a valley on Xiangyang Road.

Seeing that his face had turned black, my master told me and my senior brother to inform all the other disciples to guard all directions and to heal Yun Changkong, the Dharma Protector.

But by dawn, when Master still hadn't summoned us, we dared not leave. Senior Brother Wang had no choice but to summon a dozen or so fellow disciples to check, but they too disappeared without a trace.
I then went with a few fellow disciples to search again, and we found our master's body... Our master's body. He looked pained, clearly poisoned. More than a dozen of our fellow disciples had broken bones and tendons. One of my fellow disciples had good internal strength and was lucky enough to survive. Before he died, he said that the one who attacked him was a beautiful woman, probably a Hu woman.

However, Yun Changkong was nowhere to be seen. Apart from my master, no other elders from my Huashan Sect have come this time.

My fellow disciples and I know we are no match for that villain. He colluded with a Mongolian woman to harm our Huashan Sect. Such a wicked and vicious person deserves our venerable elders to uphold justice in the martial arts world!

At this point, he knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, then burst into tears.

"A beautiful woman?" Abbess Miejue was puzzled!
Yun Changkong didn't say anything?

Zhang Songxi said, "Nephew Zhang, please suppress your grief for now. I have met Yun Changkong. He does not seem to be a wicked, vicious, or reckless person. There must be some misunderstanding."

"I don't think so," Ban Shuxian said coldly. "My Kunlun Sect disciples went to Wudang Mountain to pay respects to our seniors, but because of a Mongolian demoness, they ended up losing their swords!"

Hmph, does Yun Changkong not take my Kunlun Sect seriously, or does he not take the Wudang Sect and Master Zhang seriously?

Zhang Sixiaman, why don't you let the heroes judge this matter?

The heroes were all surprised, thinking, "The lives of Yun Changkong's family were saved by Zhang Sixia. Even if they have a grudge against the Kunlun Sect, they shouldn't have made a move on the Wudang Sect's territory!"
Is this still a person?
They have absolutely no sense of gratitude!

No wonder she could commit such an unjust act of repaying kindness with enmity because of beauty!

Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, and Mo Shenggu exchanged glances and remained silent, all thinking to themselves: "This matter involves Qing Shu and Senior Brother, and is not just about your Kunlun Sect."

However, the eldest brother has already dealt with it, so it's inconvenient to elaborate!

Zhang Songxi, not wanting others to press him on the matter, said to Master Kongwen, "Abbot, once Young Master Yun arrives, he will surely be able to dispel our doubts. After all, such an important matter cannot be based solely on one side of the story!"

Abbot Kongwen, mature and prudent, clasped his hands together and said, "What Zhang Sixia said makes sense!"

"How can it be just one side of the story?" Xi Huazi glared and said, "Yun Changkong on Wudang Mountain is in cahoots with that Mongolian demoness. Brother Zhang also said that she was involved on the Han River. There are also beautiful Hu women who commit murder. It is clear that they are colluding with the Yuan court to harm our fellow martial artists."

First Mount Hua, then Kunlun, and perhaps Wudang as well, plus Yun Changkong uses Shaolin internal energy. Yu Sanxia was crippled by the Shaolin Vajra Finger technique, and the truth hasn't even been uncovered yet!
Now Yun Changkong is abusing his Shaolin skills again, and not only are we all unlucky, but Shaolin Temple is also losing face.

Zhang Cheng gritted his teeth and said, "Shaolin Temple is the pinnacle of the martial arts world, revered by all. Its monks are known for their integrity and peacefulness. How can they allow their divine skills to be passed on to the wrong people, who then commit evil deeds in the martial arts world? If Shaolin Temple cannot set the record straight, I'm afraid all the heroes in the world will be disheartened. What kind of orthodox martial arts school would that be!"

Upon hearing this, the three great monks of Shaolin all changed color.

Master Kongxing shouted, "Yun Changkong is using Shaolin martial arts, so naturally we will fight him to the death..."

Kongzhi's face darkened, and he said, "Junior brother, you must not be impolite."

He was thin and frail, while Kongxing was tall and imposing. However, he was honest and genuinely afraid of this senior brother. After hearing him speak softly twice, he fell silent.

Kong Wen and Kong Zhi exchanged a glance, both thinking, "If Yun Changkong is indeed using the internal energy of his sect, there will be even more turmoil in the martial arts world."

It should be noted that the three great monks of Shaolin would not normally have come down the mountain to get involved in this matter. However, as rumors spread in the martial arts world, some said he used Shaolin internal energy techniques, while others said he used the "Nine Yang Manual." Regardless of which method it was, they had to react.

However, given their status, they naturally couldn't rely on hearsay; they had to see for themselves. That's why they changed their minds and went down the mountain in person.

Kong Wen put his palms together and said, "Gentlemen, there are many different opinions about the internal energy practiced by Yun Changkong. My two junior brothers and I have come here to see for ourselves. We will discuss everything when Young Master Yun arrives." With that, he walked to a seat and sat down.

The disciples of the Huashan Sect did not dare to go too far and could only retreat to the side.

Zhou Zhiruo whispered to Abbess Miejue, "Master, is Young Master Yun using Shaolin internal energy?"

Abbess Miejue nodded slightly.

Zhou Zhiruo exclaimed in surprise, "What should we do? Should I go and inform him to hide my internal energy?"

Abbess Miejue said calmly, "What kind of person is Yin Tianzheng? How could we allow him to hide his internal strength?"

Zhou Zhiruo tugged at the hem of her dress and said, "How can Shaolin Temple let this go so easily? Look at how fierce Master Kongxing looks. Why don't we let him leave?"

Abbess Miejue said, "This is a hurdle he must overcome; we should just observe."

"Haha, damn it, you guys got here pretty early!"

As Zhou Dian spoke, the Five Wanderers and the Five Elements Bannermen all came up the mountain.

"Damn it, make room for me!"

"That old man with white eyebrows is too arrogant. Why isn't he coming? He's making me wait!"

Zhou Dian cursed and swore, and some people from small, humble households immediately made way for them.

The prestigious sects, recognizing the Ming Cult as their enemy, showed no respect in their expressions, merely maintaining the demeanor of a major sect and remaining silent.

Zhou Dian asked repeatedly, "Yin Baimei isn't here, and neither is Yun Changkong. Since the main characters aren't here, let's have a few fights first to warm things up!"

The righteous people were all frowning at him when suddenly a long, resonant roar came from the foot of the mountain.

Zhou Dian let out a strange laugh: "Yin Bai Mei, you wouldn't have watched me go up the mountain, would you?"

A booming voice said, "Zhou Dian, you're pretty fast!"

Zhou Dian looked down the mountain, put his hands on his hips, and said, "I'm waiting to collect your corpse, how can I not hurry?"

"It stinks! Are you farting again?"

Yin Tianzheng's words were like thunder, and everyone except the top experts felt a tremor in their hearts.

Zhou Dian was secretly delighted: "Old man with white eyebrows, it's been many years, your skills have improved a lot!"

As they were talking, another person suddenly appeared on the mountaintop. He had an extremely strange appearance, with sunken cheeks and a pale complexion.

What's even more startling is that so many people on the summit didn't notice him at all—how did he get there?

The man glanced coldly at the crowd, then suddenly his figure flashed like a ghost, disappearing more than ten zhang away. He arrived at a tree, and with the speed of a falcon soaring through the air, he leaped three zhang high, landing right on a horizontal branch. He leaned lazily against the tree and closed his eyes.

Seeing his extraordinary agility, those who knew his identity paid him no mind. Those who didn't recognize him, however, were visibly shocked, their expressions changing drastically as they all thought, "Who can match this person's agility?"

The newcomer was none other than Wei Yixiao, the Green-Winged Bat King.

Before the White-browed Eagle King arrived, he came first!
Since Yun Changkong hadn't arrived yet, the show hadn't started, and no one wanted to ruin the event, so naturally no one paid him any attention.

A voice said, "Haha, Brother Wei, you're getting thinner and thinner. Are you trying to claim to be the best in the world in lightness skill just because you're a few pounds lighter?"

Two figures strode up the mountain, followed by hundreds of Sky Eagle Cult members, their teeth clenched, heads held high, their expressions defiant.

The leader was a burly man with white eyebrows and a hooked nose, exuding an imposing aura. He was none other than Yin Tianzheng, the White-Browed Eagle King! Slightly behind him was his junior brother, Li Tianyuan, who had a worried expression and a pale face.

Wei Yixiao said in a sinister tone, "Brother Bai Mei, you've been roaming the martial world for over ten years, haven't you grown tired of the position of sect leader? Why not put it down and enjoy a peaceful and carefree life!"

Knowing how formidable Yun Changkong was, he specifically reminded the White-browed Eagle King not to let his lifelong reputation be wasted.

Yin Tianzheng knew exactly what he meant. He raised his two white eyebrows like a sword being drawn from its sheath and laughed, "I, Yin Tianzheng, am destined to be a busy man. I feel uncomfortable when I'm idle!"

With that, he raised his head, his eyes gleaming, and said loudly, "Young Master Yun, all the heroes of the world have gathered here, why don't you make your appearance?"

His shout, fueled by immense internal strength, reverberated throughout the surrounding area.

With a long laugh, Yun Changkong's voice descended from above: "I arrived long ago!"

The sound lingered, traveling through the mountain winds to reach everyone's ears. When they looked in the direction of the sound, they were all greatly surprised.

Some people even exclaimed "Ah!"

From afar, atop the Yellow Crane Tower, a figure in black robes faces the mighty Yangtze River, sleeves fluttering and long hair flying.

Unbeknownst to them, Yun Changkong had already arrived.

This method is just too deceitful!

Yun Changkong laughed loudly and leaped off the tall building.

Everyone was taken aback again.

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