From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

Meng Fei slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was somewhat dimmed by the pain and poison, yet he still maintained a chilling calm.

He coughed twice, a trace of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse yet clear: "Cough cough... Thank you for your help, senior. I have already figured out the origin of this poison; its preparation method and toxicity are indeed not commonly seen in the Central Plains."

"It is already a stroke of luck that you were able to temporarily alleviate my injuries. Life and death are in the hands of fate, so please do not worry about it."

Feng Qingyang stared at him, then suddenly changed the subject, his tone filled with obvious doubt: "Since you know the potency of this poison, you must also know your own predicament. However… there is something I don't understand. These past few days, I've observed your sparring with that young Linghu, and your swordsmanship was so exquisite and ruthless that you've already glimpsed the essence of swordsmanship! However, your internal energy cultivation…"

Looking at Meng Fei, whose face was ashen and whose breath was weak, Feng Qingyang carefully chose his words: "But it is quite inconsistent with your amazing swordsmanship, and it can even be said that it is... unusually shallow."

Feng Qingyang looked Meng Fei up and down, as if trying to see right through him.

"Internal strength is the foundation of martial arts, while swordsmanship is its branches and sharpness. If the foundation is not solid, no matter how luxuriant the branches and leaves are, they will not last long. You are so young, yet your swordsmanship has already reached this level. Logically speaking, your internal strength cultivation should not be like this... unless..."

A glint flashed in his eyes, as if he had thought of a possibility, but he stopped himself from speaking.

Although the sword path of this young man was not entirely the same as the realm pursued by the "Nine Swords of Dugu" that I taught Linghu Chong, the core concept of pursuing ultimate efficiency and defeating the strong with the weak, as well as the tendency to "emphasize the changes of sword moves and neglect the accumulation of internal strength" to some extent, had a faint similarity to the "Sword Sect" of Mount Hua decades ago.

"Could he also be a member of the Sword Sect...? Or perhaps he received the inheritance of a master from the Sword Sect?"

The thought flashed through Feng Qingyang's mind, but he immediately dismissed it.

The young man before me has a mysterious background and is suffering from a strange poison. Although his swordsmanship has a vague resonance with the philosophy of the Sword Sect, the specific style is completely different. If I ask him further, it will probably lead to more trouble. Besides, I have long since stopped caring about worldly affairs, so why should I get involved in these disputes?

Thinking of this, the probing look in Feng Qingyang's eyes quickly disappeared, and he regained his composure.

"Enough. Everyone has their own destiny, and there is more than one path to martial arts. I have said too much."

Feng Qingyang waved his hand, no longer looking at Meng Fei, and turned to walk out of the cave.

"You'd better watch yourself. This Cliff of Repentance... it's probably not going to be peaceful anytime soon. If you can move, it would be best to leave as soon as possible."

Before the words were finished, a gray shadow flashed and disappeared around the corner of the cave entrance.

Gazing in the direction where the gray figure disappeared, Meng Fei sighed softly, then slowly closed his eyes, feeling the lingering poison within his body that had been temporarily suppressed by Feng Qingyang but was still stirring restlessly.

The next morning.

After a night of recuperation, although his internal organs were still aching slightly, he had managed to regain some mobility.

Last night, Yue Buqun returned defeated. Given his temperament, he would never easily give up the sword techniques in the secret cave. Thinking that Yue Buqun might attack again at any time, Meng Fei immediately got up and headed towards the secret cave.

Meng Fei's gaze swept over the exquisite sword techniques of the Five Mountains Sword Sect that had been lost on the stone wall inside the cave. He originally intended to study them carefully and master them, but the current situation was critical and he could not afford to take his time.

After a slight hesitation, a resolute look flashed in Meng Fei's eyes as he focused his attention on the Hengshan Sword Technique diagram on the stone wall.

"Sacrifice!"

In an instant, a light that only Meng Fei could see appeared, instantly enveloping the stone wall inscribed with the Hengshan Sword Technique.

As the patterns on the stone wall gradually disappeared, the light slowly dimmed.

[Hengshan Swordplay: Second-rate (Incomplete)]

[Number of chances to participate in the lottery: 1]

A cold, impersonal message surfaced in my mind.

"As expected..." After sensing the information in his consciousness, Meng Fei understood that this was the ten elders of the Demonic Sect's deciphering of the exquisite sword techniques of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, not the complete inheritance of the sword techniques of each sect.

Even so, the fact that one can directly obtain a chance to win a prize is enough to demonstrate the value of these diagrams.

Just as Meng Fei was preparing to sacrifice the sword techniques of the other four sects, he suddenly heard a commotion outside the cave.

The voice came from afar, sharp and strange, spoken at an extremely fast pace, mixed with arguing and laughter.

"Didn't Tian Boguang say that Linghu Chong was on the Cliff of Contemplation? How come we haven't seen a single trace of him?"

"It's not outside, it must be hiding in the cave, hurry and search!"

"Yes, yes, yes, drag him out and take him to see the little nun, then our bet will be settled."

"Why didn't Tian Boguang come himself? Why did we brothers have to make this trip?"

"Didn't he say there's a wicked star on this Cliff of Repentance who'll kill anyone who sees him? He was so scared he ran away with his tail between his legs, he wouldn't dare come back!"

"Haha! How strange! Even that flower thief Tian Boguang has someone he's afraid of? Or are you just kidding us?"

Meng Fei, who was inside the cave, heard it clearly and his heart tightened suddenly.

Tian Boguang? He really hasn't given up his evil intentions. I'm still seriously injured and if Tian Boguang sees me, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Immediately, he held his breath and listened intently. When he heard the sentences, "Why didn't that brat Tian Boguang come by himself?" and "Didn't he say that there's someone on the Cliff of Contemplation who would kill him if he saw him, so he didn't dare to come?", he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

It seems that Tian Boguang did not come here, and judging from the words of those people, they were looking for Linghu Chong, not for themselves.

Just as Meng Fei was thinking rapidly, he saw the light from the torch in his hand leaking out through the cave entrance.

"Huh? There's light inside! There's someone in the cave!"

A voice outside the cave cried out excitedly.

"Quick! Go in and check, it must be Linghu Chong hiding inside!"

The others immediately echoed, their footsteps becoming hurried and chaotic as they headed straight for the cave entrance.

Meng Fei realized something was wrong and hurriedly tried to extinguish the torch in his hand, but it was too late!

With a few whooshing sounds, several figures as swift as monkeys rushed into the cave.

In the dim light, Meng Fei felt a blur before his eyes, and his arms were firmly gripped by several iron-like hands.

The men moved incredibly fast and worked in perfect unison. Without a word, they lifted him up like cargo and rushed him out of the cave with shouts!

"Found it! Found it!"

"It's him! Linghu Chong!"

"Take him away! Take him away!"

Meng Fei was severely injured and powerless, and had no chance to resist. He was then carried out of the cave by these people.

Once outside the cave, Meng Fei could barely make out the appearances of the people who had come. There were six people in front of him, but their faces were strange. Some had pointed mouths and monkey cheeks, while others made faces. They moved erratically, jumping and leaping about without any order, yet they were unusually fast.

"Six people? Their appearance is strange. Are they looking for Linghu Chong? ...Could they be the 'Six Immortals of Peach Valley,' who act erratically but possess extraordinary martial arts skills?"

Meng Fei felt a chill run down his spine. These six people acted entirely on a whim, were ignorant of worldly affairs, yet possessed extremely high martial arts skills, and were even more difficult to deal with when they joined forces against an enemy.