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

Chapter 93 Sword God Zhuo Bufan (4/10)

Old Wu swallowed hard, suddenly feeling his mouth dry. He never expected that the little girl he had captured would have such a complicated identity, and even be related to the person he feared most in his life.

He then turned to look at the Unjust Taoist beside him. After seeing the Taoist nod with a complicated expression, Boss Wu said to Murong Fu, "Alright. Since Young Master Murong has spoken, I, Boss Wu, will naturally give him face. We won't disturb your reminiscing any longer."

After speaking, he clasped his hands in a fist salute and gestured for the people around him to disperse, but they subtly formed a circle around him and secretly notified everyone to get ready.

From afar came Boss Wu's voice again: "Hey you, Sang Tugong, I told you to detoxify our injured brother. Don't dawdle, hurry up!"

Murong Fu, Wu Xingyun, and the others recognized Boss Wu and his group at a glance. Although they claimed they wanted them to catch up,

They are actually preparing for a deadly battle.

They had been oppressed by the Heavenly Child Granny for a long time, and now that they had a chance to break free, and had possibly kidnapped someone important to the Granny, they naturally knew they had no way out and would never let them leave.

After all, nothing concerning the Child Granny is trivial.

But whether it was Murong Fu, Wu Yazi, or Wu Xingyun, they were all people who had experienced great storms, so they were not intimidated by this scene at all.

Seeing that the masters of the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands had all departed, the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny coldly addressed Murong Fu:

"Speak, young master of the Murong family, what exactly do you want?"

In just a few words, Tianshan Tonglao determined that her junior brother and the descendants of Li Qiushui were all listening to the excessively young Murong Fu, who was the core of this group.

She couldn't help but sigh inwardly. In her opinion, her master had never had any opinions of his own since childhood, otherwise he wouldn't have been so easily lured away by Li Qiushui. She never expected that he would still be like this even at nearly a hundred years old.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Senior, why don't you catch up with your grandfather Wu Yazi first? He will tell you the whole story, and after you hear it, you will naturally know what my purpose is."

Wu Yazi then sighed again, dismissed his disciple Su Xinghe, and had him place him on a stone slab. He then recounted his experiences over the years to his senior sister, omitting some details. He then focused on his recent search for a successor in the Valley of the Deaf and Mute, as well as his encounter with Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan, who helped him deal with Ding Chunqiu.

After listening, Wu Xingyun nodded and said, "I didn't expect that this little girl, who isn't very likable, would have such high talent."

Wu Xingyun and his junior sister Li Qiushui have a deep-seated hatred for each other.

And just now, when Wu Yazi was recounting his experiences over the years, although he omitted many topics related to Li Qiushui,

But Tong Lao was a very perceptive person. Even if Wu Ya Zi didn't say it, she could guess that Wu Ya Zi's setbacks were inextricably linked to Li Qiu Shui.

Naturally, her hatred for Li Qiushui deepened. From a young age, she felt that Li Qiushui was a troublesome and harmful person who had caused her to make a mistake decades ago, which resulted in a flaw in her Longevity Technique and prevented her body from growing any longer. That was when her hatred for Li Qiushui reached its peak.

Now that he knew that his junior brother had also been harmed by him, a murderous intent, solidified and materialized, appeared in his eyes.

She only regretted her soft-heartedness at the time.

Turning her head, Tianshan Tonglao said to Murong Fu, "If you want to learn my Everlasting Youth Skill, that's no problem at all. I can even teach you two my Tianshan Six Yang Palm and Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand."

But I have one request, the same as my junior brother's: I want you to kill one person, exactly one.

Murong Fu asked, "Senior, the person you're talking about isn't Li Qiushui, is she?"

He is my wife's dearest friend and relative; I won't budge even if I offer more money.

Moreover, Murong Fu looked at the island lords and cave masters on his left and right who had already begun to arrange the battle and were preparing to draw their long and short weapons, and said to Wu Xingyun with a playful expression: "Tonight I saved your life, senior. Is your life not worth as much as this so-called divine skill?"

Wu Xingyun snorted coldly, knowing that his life was indeed in imminent danger, and said, "Then when I go to seek revenge on Li Qiushui in the future, you two must not stop me."

Tianshan Tonglao believed herself to be a master of martial arts, and even though Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan displayed impressive skills, she did not think she would lose to either of them.

But if the two of them were to join Li Qiushui, it would naturally create more trouble.

However, upon further reflection, if I successfully overcome this ordeal of returning to childhood and calmly reflect for a few more years, perhaps I can attempt to reach that legendary realm.

She could easily suppress ten Li Qiushuis with one hand.

After the two reached an agreement, Murong Fu saw a person come stepping on a tree, then throw a few things on the ground, and then climb down himself.

Those nearby could see clearly that what lay on the ground were several human heads, their faces contorted in agony, blood trickling from their bases. Keen observers could discern that these heads had been severed with an incredibly swift sword strike.

The blood vessels and bones were unusually smooth, as if there was no resistance at all.

The hair of the several people was tied together in a knot.

"Island Master Qu, Cave Master Liu...: Ah, this!"

Everyone tensed up, fearing that it was the Child Granny's people coming to take their lives.

The unscrupulous Taoist priest exclaimed, "Sword God Zhuo, your swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary!"

Everyone then realized that this person was Mr. Zhuo, who had spoken earlier, and they felt much more at ease.

The man, Mr. Zhuo, was dressed in a blue robe, appeared to be around fifty years old, with a long, flowing beard and handsome features. He casually spoke:

"Those who desert in the face of battle deserve to be killed by everyone. Lords of all caves and islands, please do not blame me."

Everyone suddenly realized that Mr. Zhuo had killed someone for their grand plan. They all said, "Fortunately, the Sword God eliminated the traitor, otherwise our great undertaking would have been ruined. How could we blame him!"

Seeing that everyone else was praising his actions, Mr. Zhuo nodded and stroked his beard. Then, with a whoosh, he drew his long sword. The sword flashed coldly, and with a few soft sounds, he sliced ​​the heads into four pieces, just like slicing a watermelon.

"My name is Zhuo Bufan. Don't take the title of Sword God seriously."

"But I have a blood feud with the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny. Those present here today are all unfortunate people like me who have a grudge against her. However, if there are any loyal lackeys or henchmen of the Child Granny, then don't blame me, Zhuo, for my sword being too sharp and taking lives!"

Then, he straightened his longsword, and a half-foot-long, flickering blue light suddenly appeared at the tip of the sword.

More than ten of the demons cried out in unison:

"Sword light! Sword light!"

The sword light, like a long snake, stretched and contracted unpredictably, yet it was awe-inspiring.