From martial arts sects to immortality sects

Chapter 74 Qingxiao Lin

Upon hearing Wu Dingbei's words, Daoist Changming indeed couldn't recall who he was, but given the current situation, the past was no longer important.

"Xuandang stands in Guzhou and is revered by the people of Guzhou. Even if it means going through endless disasters for the sake of the people of Guzhou, we will have no regrets."

Master Changming said in a deep voice. He raised his left hand and pointed three times at his arm. Immediately, his right arm regained its strength. He picked up his longsword and walked forward, ready to continue the battle.

Wu Dingbei turned his head to look at him, his eyes behind the mask revealing anger.

"You don't know what's good for you? Then let you see what purgatory is like!"

Wu Dingbei roared angrily, raised his spear, and leaped up, charging towards Master Changming.

On another street, the Taihang Divine Monk from Chanding Temple was besieged by dozens of demonic martial artists. Many corpses lay on the street, including those of demonic martial artists and monks from Chanding Temple, with blood covering the streets and courtyard walls.

The Taihang monk had been fighting for some time, and his robes were torn. He was no longer able to lift the bronze bell and could only circle around it to fend off the relentless attacks from all directions.

The number of warrior monks at Chanding Temple was less than that of Xuandang disciples, and more and more people found themselves in a situation where they were outnumbered.

But no one was afraid; they all glared angrily at the demonic warriors, unafraid of death.

Jiang Kuotian and the other prisoners continued to be escorted. They looked at the figures fighting in the distance. They could even see their old friends, who seemed so close but now seemed so far away.

With their martial arts crippled, they were powerless to provide support and could only watch in despair as the martial arts heroes died one after another.

"Don't stop. Instead of worrying about them, think about what you're going to face next."

The demonic master on horseback cracked his whip and spoke, his tone filled with murderous intent, sending chills down one's spine.

The prisoners no longer paid attention to his threats; they moved forward numbly, their eyes involuntarily fixed on the figures still fighting in the distance.

Sudden.

Jiang Kuotian vaguely heard shouts of battle coming from afar. He looked up and the sounds that reached his ears grew louder and louder. He even heard the sound of horns.

This is……

The sound of the army?
Jiang Kuotian's spirits lifted; the distant shouts of battle gave him a strong will to survive, a hope that neither Xuandang nor Chanding Temple could provide.

How can martial arts sects compare to the imperial army?
Not only him, but the other prisoners were also awakened to their fighting spirit. They realized that this was their only chance, their only chance to escape.

The surrounding demonic warriors were also startled by the shouts of battle from outside the city in the distance, and they also thought that the imperial army was coming.

Conquering a prefecture and fighting against the entire Great Li Dynasty are two different things.

Just then, a figure rushed out from the alley next door. It was a young monk wielding a wooden staff. He charged in like a startled swan, knocking the demonic sect expert off his horse with a single blow, causing the spirited horse to overturn as well.

"escape!"

The young monk let out a low shout and then charged at the other demonic sect masters guarding the prisoner groups.

He severely injured one person with a single blow, demonstrating the skill of a top-tier master.

The prisoners awoke with a start and quickened their pace, running towards the city gate. Though they said they were running, they were actually walking briskly, as they were seriously injured and could hardly run fast.

Jiang Kuotian had only taken ten steps forward when the young monk had already defeated all the demonic sect masters nearby.

He glanced back at the young monk; he remembered him.

When Baidi Mansion invited the five sects, this young martial monk came with Chanding Temple. He remembered that the man's name was Xu Hong, and he followed the abbot of Chanding Temple. At that time, he did not show his martial arts skills.

He thought to himself, "As expected of Chanding Temple."

There is no one of such talent among the younger generation of the White Emperor's Mansion.

He turned back and continued forward, while Xu Hong, holding a wooden stick, began to escort them.

The demonic warriors, like vengeful ghosts, scaled the courtyard walls and rooftops to attack, but were all knocked down by Xu Hong and rendered incapable of fighting.

Xu Hong did not display any domineering internal energy or external skills; he relied entirely on his footwork and staff techniques, and no one could defeat him in three moves.

His impressive performance gave the prisoners more confidence, and they walked faster and faster.

After traversing street after street, Xu Hong had defeated more than two hundred demonic martial artists. He began to pant, for he was not defeating ordinary people who would stand still and let him hit them. Every strike he made was done with complete concentration.

The closer they got to the city gate, the more agitated the prisoners became. The torture they had endured during this time was painful to recall. The city gate that Xuan Dang had breached was like a straw in the water, and they were all drowning people.

Two figures landed on the street ahead, each wielding a long-handled broadsword. The blades were heavy and sharp, gleaming menacingly in the sunlight.

Xu Hong frowned, sensing that these two were not simple people, but he had no choice but to face the challenge head-on.

The long staff in his hand will help him vanquish all evil spirits in the world!
……

Inside the new courtyard of Qingxiao Sect, Yang Jueding was instructing a dozen or so disciples in martial arts. The disciples' moves were identical, clearly indicating that they had been training for a long time.

One of the disciples couldn't help but ask, "Elder Yang, the sect leader and the others have been down the mountain for half a month. Have they arrived in the prefecture by now?"

Li Qingqiu took away nearly three hundred disciples, leaving only Yang Jueding and a few new disciples to guard the mountain gate. During this time, they paid farmers from the foot of the mountain to come up and take care of the agricultural products in various places.

"Judging by the time, it's almost time."

Yang Jueding replied that he had no complaints about Li Qingqiu keeping him in the sect, since he was the eldest and most suitable to stabilize the rear.

Upon hearing this, the disciples began to discuss among themselves, worried about the safety of their sect leader and the others on their journey.

Yang Jueding didn't stop them; he was also worried, after all, this opponent was far superior to the Seven Mountains Alliance. "Something's wrong! Something's wrong!"

A female disciple rushed into the new courtyard, looking flustered.

Yang Jueding's heart skipped a beat, and he frowned, asking, "What's wrong?"

Could it be that the Demonic Sect has gone up the mountain?
Li Qingqiu took away the vast majority of his disciples for two reasons: first, he needed manpower to save the people; second, he was worried that the Demonic Sect might stray from their path and launch a surprise attack on Qingxiao Sect.

Yang Jueding had also been instructed by Li Qingqiu that if things went wrong, he could take his disciples and escape first.

The female disciple gasped, "Senior Brother Zhao Zhen... Senior Brother Zhao Zhen has turned into a dragon!"

"What the hell?"

Yang Jueding was furious, feeling like she had been tricked. The other disciples also looked at her in confusion.

The female disciple hurriedly said, "He really turned into a dragon! Even Senior Ku Yi and Senior Ku Er couldn't stop him!"

Seeing that she didn't seem to be lying, Yang Jueding immediately asked her to lead the way.

Zhao Zhen is Li Qingqiu's precious disciple, and he must not be allowed to make a mistake under his protection.

……

boom!
Xu Hong crashed into the city wall next to the city gate, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His long staff slipped from his hand, but he managed to grab it as he fell. When he landed, he quickly adjusted his posture, kneeling down so that he didn't fall completely to the ground.

A dozen or so feet away, Jiang Kuotian and a group of prisoners were intercepted by several experts from the Demonic Sect. Unable to get past the blades, they looked at Xu Hong with panic in their eyes.

Along the way, Xu Hong defeated one powerful enemy after another that they thought was invincible, but when he finally arrived at the city gate, he was seriously injured.

Ahead, a man wielding a knife stood alone, facing Xu Hong.

He stood ramrod straight, wearing a straw hat, a red scarf wrapped around his waist, and armor draped over his robe. He exuded a terrifying murderous aura, and his blade was still dripping blood.

Xu Hong's chest was a bloody mess, his vision became blurry, and the man in the straw hat appeared as a double image in his eyes, which plunged his heart into despair.

"Is this all that can be done...?"

Xu Hong gritted his teeth and thought to himself. He tried to stand up, but his hands, which were gripping the long stick, were trembling.

He saw the man in the straw hat walking towards him. He kept blinking, trying to clear the blood from his eyes and restore his vision.

"Isn't the Demon Emperor looking for alchemy talents? This boy is so young yet already possesses such skill. Killing him would be a complete waste!"

Jiang Kuotian gritted his teeth and shouted. If it were before, he would have thought that death would be a better outcome, but now that a large army has come to support him, he once again chose to believe that good will prevail over evil.

The man in the straw hat seemed not to hear him and walked step by step toward Xu Hong.

call out--

A whooshing sound came from the air, and then a sword descended from the sky, landing in front of the man in the straw hat and stopping him.

The man in the straw hat looked up and saw a figure standing on the city wall. The man was dressed in a blue robe, with a handsome face and a cold expression between his brows, looking down at him.

Jiang Kuotian and the other prisoners looked up, and when they saw the figure on the city wall, many of them were overjoyed.

"It's Jiang Zhaoxia from Qingxiao Sect, he's here!"

Someone exclaimed, their tone excited.

Many of them had attended the martial arts tournament several years ago and were deeply impressed by Jiang Zhaoxia.

Jiang Kuotian was also pleasantly surprised to see Jiang Zhaoxia, but then he was filled with worry.

"Why is this kid here... Could it be that others came too?"

Jiang Kuotian's face was grim. He knew that Qingxiao Sect had risen to prominence, but in his eyes, the people of Qingxiao Sect were all his brothers' disciples and grand-disciples. He did not want these young people to interfere in this calamity.

He felt both angry and somewhat relieved.

Lin Xunfeng's disciples did not disgrace his reputation or integrity!
Xu Hong shook his head. He saw the sword ahead and realized that someone was coming to his aid, but he dared not let his guard down.

The man in the straw hat looked up at Jiang Zhaoxia and said, "Jiang Zhaoxia of Qingxiao Sect? You've come at the right time, so I don't have to go all the way to Qingxiao Mountain to slaughter you."

The high-ranking members of the Demonic Sect had heard of Qingxiao Sect for a long time. Since the Demonic Sect was preparing to make a comeback, many experts had been killed by Qingxiao Sect. Naturally, the Demonic Sect regarded Qingxiao Sect as a major enemy. If they did not have a more important mission, they would have already gone to crush Qingxiao Sect.

Jiang Zhaoxia ignored him and instead looked into the distance, frowning at the dilapidated state of the prefecture.

The man in the straw hat was annoyed to see that Jiang Zhaoxia still dared to look in other directions. Just as he was about to use his lightness skill to rush forward, another whooshing sound came from the direction of the city gate.

A long sword pierced through the passage beneath the city gate, striking him like a bolt of lightning.

The man in the straw hat immediately raised his sword and slashed at it, intending to cut the sword in two.

Clang——

With the sound of swords clashing, the man in the straw hat was forced to slide backward. The long sword was pressed against his blade, and the terrifying force pressed down on him, preventing him from shaking off the sword. His eyes, hidden behind his mask, widened in shock and fear.

Before he could stop, he saw a figure rushing towards him like a ghost.

Xu Hong felt a gust of wind coming from the city gate passage next to him. Then, he saw a figure rushing towards the man in the straw hat at an incredible speed.

(End of this chapter)