Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

"That was so satisfying?"

As soon as Wei Wu saw Hua Baifeng finish speaking, she moved closer to him, her eyes full of seductive charm. She gently parted her clothes with her fingers, revealing her snow-white skin and a bodice embroidered with orchids. She tilted her head back, making a gesture of "please take what you want," and unceremoniously reached out to examine her.

Hua Baifeng's fair face flushed with a rosy hue like a ripe apple, but she wasn't entirely satisfied with Wei Wu's gentle touch, and she intentionally or unintentionally flashed the whip at her waist.

However, Wei Wu found the whip in the way and tore it off and threw it aside.

Hua Baifeng looked at Wei Wu with resentment and said in a low voice, "The Holy Sect believes that the capable rise and the mediocre fall. My father killed my grandfather and inherited the position of sect leader and my mother by relying on his martial arts skills."

So I vowed from a young age to find a man who could defeat him to be my backer. Originally, I wanted to see "Invincible Divine Blade" Bai Tianyu, who defeated my father outside the pass, forcing him to stay outside.

However, before I could even set off, my father sent me to the Central Plains to scout out the situation and, incidentally, to cause you some trouble.

"But who would have thought that you would be the man I've been looking for!"

Hua Baifeng's eyes held no ambition, only burning desire and twisted emotions. Her tone gradually rose, and she spoke excitedly:

"Take me!"

"Let's go beyond the Great Wall together and kill my father. Then you can lead the Demonic Sect into the Central Plains, with the sacred flame shining brightly and the holy light blazing. First, we'll destroy Shaolin, then we'll annihilate Wudang!"

"The demon has fallen from grace in the Central Plains and will reign supreme!"

Hua Baifeng held Wei Wu's hand tightly, her tone so intense that even the bold Sun Xiaohong couldn't help but take two steps back, turning her head to look at Wei Wu. Her round eyes seemed to say, "Is she sick?"

Wei Wu returned an affirmative look, then pushed Hua Baifeng aside and said:

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"No, I wouldn't dare."

The cold tone hit her face, and the blush on Hua Baifeng's face deepened. She was both reserved and excited, and her raised face showed longing.

Wei Wu took a deep breath, feeling a sense of powerlessness, like punching cotton.

You can't hit or scold this kind of person, because you're afraid that if the punishment is too light, they won't learn their lesson, and if the punishment is too heavy, you'll treat it as a reward. It's really difficult to deal with them!

What the hell!

If it's too difficult, then don't do it!

Wei Wu suddenly said, "Take your men and come with me to Shaolin."

Hua Baifeng picked up the whip and put it in her mouth. Just as she was looking up, she heard Wei Wu's order. Although she looked puzzled, she nodded and stretched her neck to push the whip forward.

Wei Wu took the whip, gave it a couple of perfunctory lashes, and asked, "Do you know which masters Shaolin has?"

Hua Baifeng felt that these two moves were like scratching an itch through a boot, but she didn't dare to urge Wei Wu. After thinking for a moment, she shook her head and said:

"Since being driven out of the Central Plains, the Holy Sect has become extremely lax in its operations, and its management of the spies sent by the Central Plains is even more lax. They are allowed to operate with intelligence or without intelligence, and are completely left to their own devices."

"But actually, there's no need to worry about them. Even though Shaolin has a long history, there aren't that many masters in the temple. At most, those who are hiding can only come up with a move that will destroy everything. Just avoid them."

She proudly proclaimed, "The Holy Sect possesses a peerless martial art that is so powerful it could shake the heavens and move even the gods to tears. Legend has it that when this martial art was created, blood rained down from the sky, ghosts howled from the earth, and even the creator vomited blood and died on the spot."

"However, this martial art has been divided into seven parts. Now I only have one, the 'Heaven and Earth Shifting Great Acupoint Shifting Technique.' Once mastered, it can shift the acupoints on the body by one inch, making the meridians in the body different from ordinary people, and can catch the opponent off guard."

Wei Wu had already mastered this martial art when he met Hua Baifeng, but this martial art was indeed very strange, and even with his talent, he couldn't master it in a short time.

At this moment, Hua Baifeng brought it up herself, but he pretended not to know. After listening to Hua Baifeng explain the cultivation method in great detail, as if she were showing off a treasure, he quickly grasped the basics and then shook his head, saying:

"Wrong."

"This martial art is used to assist in learning other internal martial arts. Once you learn this martial art, you can freely adjust your acupoints and meridians to make various martial arts compatible. When you fight, you can also use the meridian shifting and acupoint shifting to unleash greater power."

"Using pressure point techniques to defend against others is like buying the box and returning the pearl."

Hua Baifeng was taken aback. "But that's how my father taught me."

"So he deliberately taught you the wrong thing," Wei Wu said without explanation, then tossed aside his whip.

"Prepare the horses."

"what?"

"Slay Shaolin first!"

……

"What arrogance! What a presumptuous junior!"

Shaolin Temple learned of the news earlier than Wei Wu had imagined. Whether it was his plan to be the first to enter Shaolin or Hua Baifeng's plan to kill Shaolin first, both were now on the desk of Abbot Xinhu of Shaolin.

At this time, there were not many Shaolin masters of the "Xin" generation in the abbot's meditation room. There were only Xinmei and Xinzhu, who had dealt with Wei Wu, and another person, Xinshu, who was guarding the Sutra Pavilion.

However, eight old monks, who were considered to be the foundation of the sect, actually came!

Five of them were high-ranking monks of the "Xu" generation, who were the grandmasters of the "Xin" generation. They looked to be around eighty years old, but in reality, they looked younger because of their high level of internal strength.

But compared to the three people sitting on the bed—three fleshy, golden-glowing "living Buddhas"—they appeared exceptionally withered.

Unfortunately, these three mummified Buddhas are the only senior members of Shaolin Temple. They are so old that they have forgotten their seniority and are usually referred to as "Arhats".

The most imposing figure on the left is the Arhat Subduing the Tiger, with golden light emanating from his body and a ferocious face. A scar runs from his left temple to his right chin, but what makes him even more ferocious is that his face is covered with a tiger head tattoo, making him look like a tiger descending a mountain.

The fattest one on the right is the Sleeping Arhat. Even now, he is sitting cross-legged on the couch with his hands on his lap, his round head drooping, and faint snoring sounds can be heard.

The man with the thick, black eyebrows and an imposing, dignified expression was none other than the Arhat Subduing Dragon. He was shirtless, with a golden dragon covering his back and reaching down to his chest, so lifelike that it seemed to be staring at the monks in disbelief.

He was the one speaking at that moment.

"Even when the 'King of Kyushu' came back then, he paid his respects with incense and left some as a parting gift. Truly, each generation is worse than the last, and each generation is more arrogant than the last!"

Her brows furrowed as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Xinzhu lowered her eyelids, but a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes.

They're already relics of the old era. Wouldn't it be better for them to peacefully lie in their coffins and pass away peacefully? Why do they have to come out and make their way here? Aren't they afraid of ruining their meditation and losing their lives?

Xinshu, a graduate of the Hanlin Academy who had once been highly valued but later became disillusioned and joined Shaolin, pondered, "This boy's record is terrifying, and his martial arts are complex and diverse. It would be best to make plans as soon as possible."

Xinmei chimed in, "Junior Brother Xinshu is right. Since Wei Wu entered the martial world, everything he has said has come true."

"So what?"

The Sleeping Arhat suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes. He looked honest and simple, but his words were even more domineering than those of the Dragon-Subduing Arhat:

"He's the real challenger!"

"I should avoid his sharp edge? Why don't you ask him if he fears me?"