The deepest affection in Gu Long's world

Chapter 155 The Poetic Title of the Master of Tianji Tower

"Godmother, everything is taken care of!"

The Five Poison Child looked confident. Although he was wearing a mask so that others could not see his expression, his deliberately amplified voice still attracted the attention of some people on the mountaintop.

They made no comment, only coldly staring at the Five Poisons Child.

Those with keen insight have already noticed that the Five Poisons Child's disciple, the Four Colors Child, is nowhere to be found. Moreover, as the leader of the Miao Jiang Paradise Cave, he clearly has some disciples who are proficient in poison arts under his command. Setting up an ambush along the way would be a difficult task that would require a lot of manpower.

Judging from the many traps on this mountain, the number of disciples he has recruited this time must be considerable.

So where are they now?

Some martial arts experts who were just there to watch the spectacle and had not been privately invited by the three major sects began to feel a little regretful.

Even if they wanted to leave, the growing number of people gathering there made it impossible for them to swallow their pride and slink away.

Those who are shameless would have turned back as soon as they realized the dangers of the journey upon first setting foot on Mount Lu, rather than enduring hardships and obstacles to finally reach the summit before choosing to leave.

The Great Joyful Bodhisattva was very satisfied with the Five Poisons Child's answer.

She seemed to be about to pat the other person's head, but because of the huge difference in their sizes, and because the Five Poison Child, who was as thin as Xiao Biga, looked like a little chick that could be crushed by her large hand when it came over.

This led her to simply nod in the end.

"You did a great job, you truly are your godmother's good son!"

"Hehe~"

The Five Poison Child was so pleased with the praise that he couldn't tell that he had taken hundreds of lives. He once boasted that he had killed 392 people. If all the deaths and injuries along the way to Mount Lu were attributed to him, he could easily reach four figures with a little effort.

In the Western world, where killing a dozen people is considered a major evil, he could be regarded as a world-destroying demon king.

Then, the Five Poison Child began to recount his past killings with great enthusiasm, as if it were a source of pride for him. This made the Great Joyful Bodhisattva laugh heartily, while some of the other spectators could no longer bear to listen.

In this world of martial arts, the passion for justice has not cooled.

Some people travel thousands of miles to Mount Lu not just to watch the battle. After hearing the fearsome reputation of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva and learning about the evil deeds of the Five Poisons Child, they naturally want to punish the wicked and restore peace and order to the martial world!
"To take pleasure in killing is truly despicable!"

Such a righteous and awe-inspiring voice drew everyone's attention.

The man who spoke was unusually thin and unusually tall. His face, which was longer than a horse's face, had a blue mark the size of a palm, which was probably why he was one of the few people at the scene who was not wearing a straw hat and a mask.

He wasn't carrying a sword, but there was a noticeable bulge around his waist, clearly indicating that he was carrying a very thick and long soft weapon.

"You are Ximen Rou! Ximen Rou, the Whip God!"

Someone recognized Ximen Rou's identity. As someone who had come not by invitation of the three major sects, but as a person of ambition who had come here to punish the villains, he raised his neck and walked calmly toward the mountain of flesh not far away, facing those gazes full of complex meanings.

He had only taken a few steps when he was stopped by a figure.

"You're committing suicide."

Ximen Rou frowned slightly as she looked at the man in black clothes, black pants, and a black hat. She tried to dart past him, but he simply moved aside and blocked her path.

At the same time, the pair of dark, bright eyes hidden under the straw hat looked at Ximen Rou, putting her under great pressure.

"Are you helping her?"

"I'm helping you."

At this moment, Ximen Rou also noticed the other party's sword. The blade matched his clothes well, and it was also jet black, without any luster. Even though the blade was not yet drawn, its chilling sword aura was already pressing down on people.

There are very few sword masters in the martial arts world with such skill.

This made Ximen Rou quickly realize the other party's identity.

"You are Guo Songyang, ranked seventh on the Weapon Ranking?"

Guo Songyang frowned. Compared to his previous fourth place on the Weapon Ranking, this seventh place was clearly a bit of a letdown. However, considering that the person in front of him was the former seventh on the Weapon Ranking, and that the person couldn't even get into the Weapon Ranking now that the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion hadn't selected any replacements, he was still impressed.

He couldn't help but feel much more at peace.

"Since you know that I am currently ranked seventh on the Weapon Ranking, what about her?"

Following the direction Guo Songyang's longsword pointed, Ximen Rou looked over. The fat women and male concubines who were either laughing foolishly or concentrating on massaging stopped what they were doing and all looked at Guo Songyang, who had made the provocative move.

At this moment, a tense and murderous atmosphere filled the air!
The intimidating effect of this gaze is considerable, especially since it includes a master like Supreme Treasure, who would rank among the top thirty in the current weapon rankings, and the figures of those fat women already bring a heavy sense of pressure.

But this was just the appetizer. Several burly, fat women moved aside, revealing the small figure of the Five Poisons Child. Even though the other party was wearing a mask, Ximen Rou could still feel two sinister gazes coldly fixed on her.

Then he looked up, and then up again, to a forty-five-degree angle, and finally saw a bodhisattva of great joy, like a majestic mountain peak, facing the early winter sun, her features completely hidden in the dazzling light.

This also stretched his shadow even longer, and the overwhelming shadow, with its unparalleled sense of oppression, made Ximen Rou subconsciously hold her breath.

"Looks like you understand."

Guo Songyang stepped in front of Ximen Rou, blocking most of her view. As he gripped the hilt of his sword, a sharp sword intent soared into the sky.

In Ximen Rou's eyes, Guo Songyang seemed to have transformed into a towering mountain. Although the rock walls on the mountain exuded a chilling aura that cut to the bone, a warm feeling rose in his heart.

Because the other party had just intercepted him, which undoubtedly saved his life, their current attempt to intervene was also to protect him.

This standoff lasted only a few seconds before an even more domineering aura broke through the increasingly unfavorable pressure on Guo Songyang.

The winds are suddenly blowing! Something dramatic seems to be about to happen!
The martial arts practitioners who had been quietly observing the scene stopped talking and all turned their gazes toward a certain spot.

There appeared a figure. He walked slowly, calm and composed, his movements as light as floating clouds, not disturbing the falling leaves, his feet as light as a breeze!

Unexpectedly, it seemed to take root as soon as it landed, and its steps were as powerful and resounding as drumbeats, forming a unique rhythm with the people behind it. Its momentum was like the rolling eastward flow of a great river, unstoppable!
The sheer power emanating from just the two of them not only shattered the standoff between Guo Songyang and the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva, but also subtly suppressed the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva, whose ancient beast aura was becoming even more rampant.

Guo Songyang, who was thus freed, was soaked through, as if he had just been pulled out of hot water. The back of his clothes was completely drenched.

Although he seemed to exhale a breath of stale air in a disheveled manner, his eyes were bright as he looked at the two figures in front and behind him.

The former wore a copper coin mask, which covered his face, but everyone knew his identity. Such a domineering person could only be Shangguan Jin Hong, who ranked second on the Weapon Ranking!
The man behind her was very tall, wearing a golden shirt with short hems that only reached his knees, but the cuffs were tightly bound. His fingers were thin and long, with prominent bones, giving him a powerful appearance.

Although he also wore the same bamboo hat as Guo Songyang, his name is now known to everyone in the martial arts world. He is none other than Jing Wuming, who is hailed as the gatekeeper of the new weapon ranking.

Guo Songyang never imagined that there could be two people in the world whose auras were so perfectly matched.

As he quietly observed the confrontation between the two sides, he also heard Ximen Rou's words of gratitude.

"You don't need to thank me. I just don't want the martial arts world to lose an interesting person, and I don't want another innocent person to die here."

"A wronged ghost?"

Ximen Rou was puzzled, while Guo Songyang sighed inwardly.

As the strongest among those invited by the three major sects to participate in this siege, he knew some of the details, such as the methods and means by which he could mobilize each master of the weapon ranking.

In the new ranking of weapons, the second brother signed a series of unequal treaties with the three major factions, the third brother is hiding outside the pass, the fourth brother is too expensive to invite, the fifth and sixth brothers are happily fighting each other, the eighth and ninth brothers are elusive, and the tenth brother listens to the second brother.

This forced the three major factions to continue referring to the original weapon rankings. He and Lü Fengxian were forced to take action this time because of family favors, and when they plotted against Ximen Rou, who was originally ranked seventh.

The three major factions stated that as long as they conveyed some of the evil habits of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva to her ears, they could lure her to Mount Lu. Without any promises, they would make their move at the appropriate time.

It should be noted that the three major sects all paid a price to invite a master ranked fiftieth on the original weapon ranking list, but Ximen Rou was given away for free.

Given the other party's unwavering commitment to justice, he probably couldn't see the true, sordid nature of this underworld. Considering how he himself was also caught up in the complexities of human relationships, he stepped forward at the opportune moment, not wanting such a naive person to die in such an unworthy place.

"You should see this clearly; this is not a battle you can participate in."

Ximen Rou remained silent.

This trip to Lushan, even before the official duel began, had already taught him a real lesson.

He originally considered himself one of the strongest in the world, and his ranking of seventh on the original Weapon Ranking made him feel that even if someone was stronger than him, their strength was limited. However, in his perception just now, if Guo Songyang hadn't stepped in and blocked his way...

He was probably stunned by the overwhelming aura emanating from the Great Joyful Bodhisattva.

The aura of a master that Guo Songyang had just exuded made him feel as if he were looking up at a towering mountain, a despair that he could never reach in this lifetime.

But before he could lose heart, Shangguan Jin Hong's appearance dealt him another heavy blow. Even someone as strong as Guo Songyang could only retreat in the face of the combined aura of Shangguan Jin Hong and her companions, as well as the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva's side.

What has happened to this martial arts world?
He truly felt that in the original ranking of weapons, the gap between Guo Songyang, who was fourth, and himself, who was seventh, was as vast as the difference between a human and a dog. And the gap between Shangguan Jin Hong, who was second, and himself, who was seventh, was even greater, to the point that he was not even as good as a dog.

No one told him that the combat strength standard classification was exponentially rising.

Just as he was about to share his thoughts, the atmosphere took a new turn.

Shangguan Jin Hong, making a domineering entrance, seemed to have calculated that the Great Joyful Bodhisattva would not suddenly have a brain fart and fight him first before fighting Tianshan Xueyingzi, so he unleashed his powerful aura without any restraint.

Jing Wuming, who had a tacit understanding with him, gave him a helping hand.

This allowed the two, despite being outnumbered, to gradually overshadow the divided and disunited Da Huanxi Nu Bodhisattva side.

But the Great Joyful Bodhisattva was also a serious person. The fierce and savage aura she had suppressed, as she stood up, filled the entire mountain peak like a collapsing mountain. When she took a step with great force, it seemed as if the entire mountain peak trembled three times.

Such a tense clash of forces made the faces of the onlookers, who were originally just watching for fun, increasingly grim!

At that very instant, a third aura entered!

It was like a barely perceptible breeze that, after blowing away the two opposing forces and squeezing out a gap, swept away at an astonishing speed into a raging storm, and this storm seemed to be mixed with scattered beautiful petals!
The flowers were beautiful, yet full of murderous intent, especially as the raging wind gradually turned them black, when a clear poetic verse reached everyone's ears.

What plans can one have in this life, to consult the vast ocean? The stars are the chess pieces for the nine realms. A single thought can shroud heaven and earth in darkness; even a banished immortal sighs, his sleeves embracing the rivers and mountains!

With the sound of barely audible footsteps, everyone's attention shifted to the two people who gradually appeared from another path leading to the mountain peak.

These two are not Shangguan Jin Hong and Jing Wuming who appear one after the other; they enter side by side, but the audience will subconsciously regard them as one person.

The figure whose body was completely wrapped in a wide white robe and whose face was completely covered by a hood seemed to be the companion of another white-clad gentleman.

Just like Shangguan Jin Hong and his shadow, everything was so harmonious it was almost unbelievable.

The white-robed young master was even more powerful, exuding an aura of complete and seamless integration. The appearance of the two of them could be considered as a more complete existence.

It was also at the time when this tripartite balance of power was formed.

Having been repeatedly shocked by reality to the point of mental breakdown, Ximen Rou was surprisingly clever this time, exclaiming in surprise.

"The meaning of this poem title... It seems there are very few people in this martial arts world who match it. Is the visitor the Master of Tianji Tower?"

The sudden intrusion of the voice caused Shangguan Jin Hong and the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva to falter, and the loophole created by the momentary mistake was immediately destroyed by Fang Yunhua.

Without giving the other two sides a chance to retaliate, Fang Yunhua had already taken the initiative to restrain his momentum.

The folding fan in his hand suddenly unfolded, revealing the four large characters "天机莫测" (Heaven's secrets are unpredictable), which confirmed Ximen Rou's conjecture.

This also shocked all the heroes present, since one of the biggest unsolved mysteries in the martial arts world is the true identity of the Tianji Tower Master. To everyone's dismay, the Tianji Tower Master was also wearing a mask.

(End of this chapter)