Devour: Can you also draw entries from clone projection worlds?

When you returned to Taihu Lake, it was already autumn.

"Is the matter concerning the Western Xia princess settled?" Wang Yuyan asked.

"It's done."

"Did Xu Zhu really marry the princess?" Mu Wanqing asked.

"Really, the two of them are doing very well now."

Mu Wanqing smiled, glanced at Wang Yuyan, and Wang Yuyan smiled back.

You don't know what they're laughing at, but seeing them laugh makes you feel good too.

That evening, the three of them were drinking tea under the osmanthus tree when Mu Wanqing suddenly said something unexpected: "I want to learn the Northern Darkness Divine Skill."

You paused for a moment, then asked, "You want to learn this martial art?"

"Yes." Mu Wanqing nodded. "You're getting stronger and stronger, and Yu Yan and I are finding it harder and harder to keep up with you. We don't want to be a burden to you."

Wang Yuyan nodded: "Although I know a lot of martial arts, it's all just theory, I've never actually practiced it. I want to learn too."

You were silent for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I'll teach you."

You really didn't expect that even Wang Yuyan would want to learn martial arts; it was truly beyond your expectations.

Next, you spent almost an entire winter teaching Mu Wanqing and Wang Yuyan the Beiming Divine Skill and the Lingbo Steps.

Mu Wanqing learned very quickly. She already had some martial arts skills and a decisive personality, unlike Wang Yuyan who was hesitant and indecisive.

In less than a month, the seed of Northern Darkness internal energy appeared in her dantian.

Three months later, she was able to absorb the "internal energy" of small animals using the Beiming Divine Skill. Of course, the small animals didn't have much internal energy, but it at least proved that she had indeed practiced it correctly.

Wang Yuyan learned more slowly. Although she knew a lot of martial arts, she had never actually practiced them and her physical foundation was too poor.

You start by teaching her the most basic breathing techniques, taking it one step at a time, without rushing or getting impatient.

Three months later, she finally grasped some of the secrets of the Northern Darkness Divine Art, and a trace of Northern Darkness internal energy condensed in her dantian.

"You are such a good teacher," Wang Yuyan suddenly said one day.

You smiled and said noncommittally, "It's because you all learned well."

Mu Wanqing snorted from the side: "Stop flattering me."

Your hearty laughter reveals a sight to behold.

[The nineteenth year has passed. Entry extraction in progress... It has been detected that the host has passed on the Northern Darkness Divine Skill to Mu Wanqing and Wang Yuyan, thus ensuring the continuation of the Free and Unfettered Sect's legacy...]

[Congratulations, host, on obtaining the white-level keyword: "Students Across the World"]

[Effect: When teaching martial arts, the teaching effectiveness is increased by 50%, and the student's learning speed is increased by 30%. The loyalty and favorability of the students being taught to the host are greatly increased.]

[System Prompt: Current term statistics]

[White entries: 35]

[Green entries: 4]

[Blue entries: 2]

[Purple entries: 3]

After the start of spring, you began to hear a rumor that Shaolin Temple was going to hold a grand meeting to invite heroes from all over the world to discuss important matters.

"What's the big deal?" Mu Wanqing asked.

"I don't know." You shook your head. "But it should be related to Qiao Feng."

Your hunch was right. A few days later, news came that Shaolin Temple was going to hold a heroes' assembly to discuss the matter of defeating the Khitans, and the leader of the Khitans was none other than Qiao Feng.

You remained silent for a long time, knowing that this was the most tragic scene in the original work.

Qiao Feng will be besieged by heroes from all over the world at the Shaolin Temple Heroes' Gathering, and he will commit suicide outside Yanmen Pass. He will use his death to bring peace between the Song and Liao dynasties.

In this lifetime, will you stop it?

You thought about it for a long time and finally made a decision: go to Shaolin Temple, but not to stop Qiao Feng's death.

Qiao Feng's death was his own choice, his way of ending the feud in his own way. You have no right to stop him, nor should you try to stop him.

But you can have a drink with Qiao Feng and say a few words to him before he dies.

You told Mu Wanqing and Wang Yuyan about this decision.

The two people didn't stop you, they just told you to be careful.

You mounted your horse and headed north.

When you arrived at Shaolin Temple, the mountain was already crowded with people.

Heroes from all walks of life, leaders of various sects, and wandering knights—a dense, dark mass—surrounded the gates of Shaolin Temple, making them completely impassable.

Instead of squeezing in, you found a big tree, sat on a branch, and looked down at everything in the field.

Qiao Feng stood in the center of the arena, dressed in gray, his back ramrod straight.

He was all alone, with thousands of enemies in front of him and sheer cliffs behind him. His gaze was calm and resolute, like a deep pool of water.

"Qiao Feng!" someone shouted. "You colluded with the Khitans and betrayed the Song Dynasty. Today, all the heroes of the world are here. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Qiao Feng did not answer, but just stared coldly at the man.

"Why waste words with him? Let's all attack and kill you!"

The crowd stirred; some drew their swords, some drew their knives, and some gathered their inner energy to prepare for battle.

Just then, a voice came from the crowd: "Wait."

You jumped down from the tree and landed next to Qiao Feng. The crowd parted to make way for you, not because they were afraid of you, but because your aura was so strong that people instinctively wanted to avoid you.

"Brother Wei?" Qiao Feng looked at you, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "What brings you here?"

"Come drink with me." You took out a gourd of wine from your pocket and handed it to Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng paused for a moment, then smiled. The smile was bitter and desolate, but it carried a hint of warmth.

"Alright." He took the gourd of wine, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp. "Good wine."

You took a sip too, then tossed the gourd of wine to Qiao Feng: "Keep it for the journey."

Qiao Feng took the wine gourd and hung it on his belt.

"Brother Wei, you should leave," he said. "This is none of your business."

"I know," you said. "I'm not here to help you, nor to advise you. I'm just here to say goodbye."

Qiao Feng looked into your eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.

"Thanks."

You turned around and walked into the crowd; no one dared to stop you.

You walked to the edge of the crowd, found a rock to sit on, and looked at everything happening around you.

What happened next was exactly the same as in the original story: Qiao Feng was surrounded and attacked, fighting against a hundred men single-handedly, resulting in a bloodbath.

His Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms were incredibly powerful; with a single strike, more than a dozen people would fall to the ground, but there were simply too many to kill.

His physical strength was declining, his internal energy was being depleted, and he was getting more and more wounds.

Just when he was in the most danger, two figures rushed out from the crowd.

Xu Zhu and Duan Yu.

The three brothers stood side by side, back to back, facing thousands of enemies.

"Brother, we've come to keep you company!" Duan Yu shouted.

Qiao Feng's eyes reddened, but he didn't speak, only nodded heavily.

The three brothers, when they join forces, are invincible. Their three peerless martial arts—the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, the Northern Darkness Inner Force, and the Six Meridians Divine Sword—are intertwined, like an invisible net that traps all their enemies.

No one could get within three steps of them.

The battle lasted a full day. When the sun set, the enemy finally retreated—not because they were driven back, but because they were too exhausted to fight anymore.

The ground was littered with wounded people, and their blood stained the gates of Shaolin Temple red.

The three brothers stood amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, their bodies covered in blood, yet none of them fell.

"Brother, are you alright?" Duan Yu asked, panting.

Qiao Feng shook his head, looking at Xu Zhu and Duan Yu with an indescribable light in his eyes.

"Second brother, third brother, thank you."

"What are you saying, brother?" Xu Zhu wiped the blood from his face. "We're brothers, no need to thank me."