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

Meng Fei was about to explain that he was not Linghu Chong, but he suddenly stopped himself. Judging from the six people's jubilant expressions, they were clearly convinced that he was Linghu Chong.

If I deny it now, I might anger them. Given the unpredictable nature of these six people, they are capable of anything. I am currently seriously injured, and it would be difficult to escape from them.

Hearing them mutter "take her to see the little nun" again, Meng Fei quickly made up his mind.

Although these six people acted absurdly, they had no intention of harming "Linghu Chong". Now that he was planning to leave Mount Hua, why not go with the flow and temporarily accept "Linghu Chong's" identity and go down the mountain with these "Six Immortals of Peach Valley"?

With this in mind, Meng Fei stopped struggling and arguing. He simply let the six men carry him, his face showing a mixture of surprise and helplessness. In his mind, however, he began to plan his next move after descending the mountain.

The Six Immortals of Peach Valley were overjoyed to see that Linghu Chong was so obedient. They carried him noisily down the mountain path and soon arrived at a lively inn in a small town at the foot of the mountain.

"We're here!"

"Little nun! Little nun! Come out quickly! We've brought your Linghu Chong!"

The six people made a lot of noise and ignored the astonished looks of the other guests in the inn. They rushed straight up to the second floor, and the one in the lead even pushed open the door.

Inside the room, Yilin, a young nun from the Hengshan Sect, was sitting and talking to a tall, burly monk with a bushy beard.

The door suddenly opened, and Yilin looked up at the sound. A hint of anticipation flashed in her eyes at first, but when she saw the person being carried in by the Six Immortals of Peach Valley, her anticipation instantly turned into astonishment and disbelief. She couldn't help but exclaim softly, "Young Master Meng... Young Master Meng? How is it you?"

Meng Fei was put down by the six people. He staggered a step to steady himself, then a calm smile appeared on his face. He cupped his hands slightly to Yi Lin and said, "Little Master Yi Lin, I didn't expect to meet you here in this way."

Then his gaze shifted to the imposing monk beside Yilin, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The monk was physically robust, with prominent temples and a sharp glint in his eyes, clearly possessing profound inner strength. Moreover, he had a wild and unrestrained temperament, which immediately gave me a guess.

That great monk—Yilin's biological father, the "Unrestrained Monk" with extraordinary martial arts skills and eccentric behavior!

Upon seeing that the person brought by the Six Immortals of Peach Valley was not Linghu Chong, whom his daughter had been longing for day and night, but a pale-faced young man with a sickly appearance, he was immediately enraged!

"What? Not Linghu Chong?"

Monk Bujie abruptly stood up, his copper bell-like eyes glaring fiercely at the Six Immortals of Peach Valley, and roared, "You six idiots! I sent you to Mount Hua to invite Linghu Chong down, and what are you doing bringing back this irrelevant pretty boy? Are you trying to play me for a fool?"

Upon hearing this, the Six Immortals of Peach Valley exchanged bewildered glances, and then an uproar ensued.

"What? He's not Linghu Chong?"

"Did we arrest the wrong person?"

"But Tian Boguang clearly stated that Linghu Chong is at the Cliff of Contemplation!"

"Who else could this kid be but Linghu Chong in the Repentance Cliff cave?"

"Never mind! They arrested the wrong person, making us come all this way for nothing and lose face! Tear him to pieces!"

The six men grew angrier the more they thought about it, yelling and snarling, and they actually started to clench their fists, ready to pounce on Meng Fei!

The six of them combined their strength, which was immense. If Meng Fei were to be grabbed and torn apart by his limbs, given his current condition, he would have no chance of survival.

Meng Fei's heart sank, and he secretly gathered his strength, preparing to fight to the death!

"stop!"

Just at this critical moment, Yilin's clear and anxious voice suddenly rang out.

She quickly stepped forward and stood in front of Meng Fei, spreading her arms wide. She urgently pleaded with the Six Immortals of Peach Valley, "Seniors, please hold your hands! This young hero Meng is a good person! He... he and Senior Brother Linghu saved me from that villain Tian Boguang at Huiyan Tower! You mustn't harm him!"

The monk Bujie was initially furious, but upon hearing his daughter's words and seeing her so protective of the stranger, he was taken aback.

Although he acted rashly, he loved his daughter the most, and when he heard Yilin say this, his anger subsided considerably.

"Oh? You were with Linghu Chong, saving my daughter too?"

Seeing this, Meng Fei cupped his hands to Monk Bujie and said, "This junior, Meng Fei, was indeed fortunate enough to be there that day. I joined forces with Brother Linghu to fight against Tian Boguang and helped Little Master Yilin escape her predicament. It was just a small favor, and I dare not take credit for it."

Monk Bujie snorted, his expression softening slightly. He turned to the still indignant Peach Valley Six Immortals and said gruffly, "Alright, alright! Since it's a misunderstanding, and this kid saved my daughter, consider him lucky! You guys failed this time, but next time keep a closer eye on things!"

Although the Six Immortals of Peach Valley were incoherent, they knew that Monk Bujie was not someone to be trifled with, so they had no choice but to give up, only complaining that Tian Boguang had made them arrest the wrong person.

After the Six Immortals of Peach Valley left, Monk Bujie sat down again with an air of nonchalance. His gaze swept over Meng Fei, and suddenly he exclaimed "Eh!" His thick eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Boy, your face is pale with a bluish tinge, and your breathing is long but labored... More importantly, there seems to be an extremely cold and vicious aura circulating within you, incompatible with your own true energy, yet deeply entangled. Are you injured? And poisoned?"

Meng Fei felt a chill run down his spine. This seemingly rough and uncouth monk had such sharp eyesight and perception!

He then nodded frankly and said, "Senior has insightful eyes! I was poisoned by the 'Bone-Eating Heart-Piercing Needle' during a previous fight, and then I was hit by a powerful palm strike, which aggravated the remaining poison and damaged my lungs and meridians. Although I received help from others, the poison is already deeply rooted and difficult to remove with ordinary methods."

"A bone-piercing needle?"

The monk Bujie touched his smooth chin.

"I think I've heard of this name before... It's something from a branch of the 'Five Poisons Sect' or 'Hundred Poisons Sect' in the Miao region. It's really sinister! This poison slowly erodes the foundation of your meridians. You're lucky you've lasted this long!"

Upon hearing this, Yilin's face immediately showed worry and sympathy: "Young Master Meng, you...you've been poisoned with such a potent poison? What should we do! Although our Hengshan Sect has healing pills, I'm afraid we're helpless against such a rare poison..."

Meng Fei nodded slightly to Yi Lin to express his gratitude for her concern, then looked at Monk Bujie and said in a calm but resolute tone: "Thank you for telling me the origin of this poison. Since this poison is not native to the Central Plains, its antidote will probably have to be found at its source."

The monk Bujie glanced at him sideways: "You want to go to Miao territory to find that damn 'Five Poisons Sect'? Heh, those people are incredibly wicked. Even if you find them, they might not give you the antidote. They might just turn you into a medicine man!"

"I know that the Miao region is dangerous, and the clues are slim."

Meng Fei shook his head, then changed the subject: "However, although Miao territory is dangerous, it is not completely isolated from the world. There are tribes or masters there who speak Chinese and even have some contact with the martial arts world in the Central Plains. If we inquire, we might be able to find some clues."

Seeing his resolute attitude and lack of fear, the monk Bujie looked at him with newfound respect and laughed heartily, "Good lad! You've got guts! With that kind of ruthlessness, you might actually find a way to survive in Miao territory. But let me make this clear: I have no connections with those drug addicts, so I can't help you much. You'd better take care of yourself!"