Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

It seems that this long-haired monk felt that Murong Fu's martial arts were too high and he was helpless against him, so he turned around and thought of using Murong Fu's family as a hostage.

These so-called cave lords and island lords have absolutely no sense of chivalry or honor, and it's perfectly normal for them to use their families as hostages.

Murong Fu saw it, but made no move; he only had a half-smile on his face.

Seeing that Murong Fu made no move, two more burly men followed the long-haired monk. They assumed that Murong Fu was afraid to act rashly because he was hesitant to do anything. Among the group of family members, there was a fat man who seemed to have some skills, while the others were women, disabled people, old men, and pretty boys, who were not a threat.

"You mustn't hurt Miss Wang!"

Duan Yu flashed forward, about to block the long-haired monk's path.

But then a cold voice came from behind:

"Don't get in my way."

He then felt a tremendous force lift him off the ground, and he crashed into a pine tree.

Along the way, Wu Yazi taught Wang Yuyan and Murong Fu the method of circulating the Northern Darkness Divine Art. Wang Yuyan herself was a martial arts prodigy with extraordinary comprehension, so she easily mastered the method of circulating the art and gained a good grasp of the Northern Darkness True Qi.

Wang Yuyan already knew the cultivation path of the Six Meridians Divine Sword. When she had nothing to do, she controlled the flow of true qi and had already mastered the six divine swords.

With over sixty years of experience in the Northern Darkness Divine Art as her foundation and the ability to use the Six Meridians Divine Sword, Wang Yuyan's strength has already surpassed that of ordinary innate masters.

However, her delicate appearance and her age of not yet twenty led the people of the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands to mistakenly believe that she was Murong Fu's weakness.

Then the incident occurred where the long-haired monk attacked Murong Fu's family. Wang Yuyan, who was standing at the front and was the most beautiful, naturally took the lead.

She reacted quickly, her Shaoze Sword already aimed and about to strike, but Duan Yu, using the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), blocked her view of the enemy.

Although Wang Yuyan was not a seasoned veteran with extensive combat experience like Murong Fu, she was not indecisive either.

Instead of suppressing his attack, he channeled his inner energy to push aside the obstructing Duan Yu, and then unleashed the Six Meridians Divine Sword. In his haste, the attack went slightly off course, but it still pierced through the man's shoulder.

Although the two behind them did not know what had happened, they knew that there must be a master among the so-called family members.

"This idea is too difficult, let's retreat!"

She then disappeared into the woods, and Wang Yuyan also threw two more Shaoze swords in that direction, but she didn't care whether she made any contribution.

"The saying 'an eye for an eye' is indeed well-deserved. I admire the name of the Murong clan."

Young Master Murong, esteemed cave lords and island lords!

"We have no past grudges or present enemies, so why fight so fiercely and desperately?"

Everyone looked up and followed the sound. They saw a Taoist priest with a black beard standing on the top of a pine tree, holding a whisk. The branches under his feet bounced and swayed, and he moved in accordance with the movement, but his expression was elegant.

Illuminated by various lights, his face flickered in and out of focus. He appeared to be around fifty years old, a smile on his face, and said:

"The poisoned person's life hangs by a thread; it's best to treat them as soon as possible. Gentlemen, please spare me the trouble and let's calmly discuss the matter further."

Before anyone else could speak, Murong Fu said:

"Taoist priest, at this moment, I, Murong Fu, have won a great victory, yet you come out and say such things. I can hardly not suspect that you are taking sides."

The Taoist priest was visibly taken aback, a thoughtful expression on his face, before nodding and saying:

"Young Master Murong is right. My words at this time do indeed seem to be protecting them."

At this moment, a cold and arrogant voice drifted from the western peak, three or four miles away:

"Hey, what are you all dawdling about here for?"

Aren't they all here to kill Tianshan Child Granny?

Why are you fighting before you even get to Misty Mountain?

"Are you suggesting we choose the strongest one to have a fair duel with that Heavenly Child Granny in the arena?"

His voice was deep and powerful, and his martial arts skills were superb, which made many island lords and cave masters tremble with fear.

The man with the ghost-head knife pondered for a moment, then said to the Taoist priest:

"Master, you must be the Daoist Buping. It's better to meet you in person than to have heard so much about you. Thank you."

We, the people of these thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands, are all high and mighty outside, holding titles like cave lord or island lord. But in front of any lowly maid in Lingjiu Palace, we are not even as good as pigs or dogs.

Having suffered for decades, they naturally hoped to be freed from their suffering, which is why this Grand Assembly of Ten Thousand Immortals came about.

It was indeed an accident that I clashed with Young Master Murong...

I, Wu Laoda, am willing to apologize to Young Master Murong.

Please forgive me, sir.

Then he called out to the distance:

"Hey, Sang Tugong, hurry up and apologize to Young Master Murong, then detoxify the brothers. Don't let many of them die at your hands before we can even discuss important matters."

Murong Fu then looked closely at the man in front of him and realized that he was Boss Wu.

Wu Yazi, who was on Su Xinghe's back, frowned when he heard that these people had gathered together to rebel against his senior sister.

He naturally knew that his senior sister was highly skilled in martial arts. Compared to the Heavenly Child Granny, these people were like fireflies compared to the bright moon. But he also knew that they probably dared to be so presumptuous because they knew the Heavenly Child Granny's weakness of being able to return to youth...

Oh, senior sister, how could you be so careless?

At this moment, the Taoist priest descended lightly from the tree, but with Murong Fu's jade pendant in front of him, it did not cause too much of a shock.

The Unfair Taoist said, "Brother Wu, I know perfectly well what you're doing here. My friend just pointed it out, which was a bit presumptuous, but it was also very direct."

Your adversary is too strong, so the more help you have, the better.

The Murong family of Gusu are learned and knowledgeable, and they do not expect anything in return for their kindness, so you don't need to worry too much.

"Today's matter is simply to kill your enemy. If you fail to kill her this time, then everything is over. You've all witnessed Young Master Murong's martial arts skills just now; even this old Taoist priest is ashamed of his inferiority. Why didn't you invite such a great helper?"

Old Wu frowned, as if struggling with an internal conflict. He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, walked up to Murong Fu, bowed deeply, and said:

"Young Master Murong, the brothers of the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands have lived inhuman lives as slaves for decades. This time, they are risking their lives to kill that old demon."

I beg you to lend a helping hand and relieve our suffering. We will never forget your great kindness.

He asked Murong Fu for help, clearly out of desperation rather than from his own heart, but he loathed this life, and his words were obviously very sincere.

Murong Fu glanced back at Wuyazi. As expected of someone who had lived for decades, Wuyazi knew when to shut up and didn't cause him any trouble.

Their purpose in coming here was to find Granny Tong. Murong Fu knew that Granny Tong had already been mistakenly arrested by this old man Wu when the conference was held, so there was no need to waste any more time on her.

So he nodded and agreed to Boss Wu's request.

He naturally uttered polite words: "As the saying goes, it is the duty of us martial artists to draw our swords and help those in need when we see injustice..."

After all, the martial arts world is not just about fighting and killing; it's also about human relationships and social interactions.