Tianlong: Starting with Mantuo Manor as fertilizer

The sound of whistling echoed continuously from inside the awning boat, cutting through the waves and splitting the wind.

On the red boat to the east, Bao Butong frowned and shouted loudly.

"Who dares to trespass on Canhe Village?"

He channeled his inner energy into his dantian and then let out a long roar.

The roar was powerful and resounding, indicating an intention to overwhelm the opponent with one's own true energy and first blunt their momentum.

Just as the two howls were locked in a stalemate, neither giving way to the other.

The black ship, flying the Vulture Flag to the west, gradually approached.

Two clear, aloof female voices came from inside the boat.

"Yue Laosan, your apprentice Sun Sanba, along with Wu Liang and his gang of scoundrels, have some nerve to steal our things!"

"Hand them over immediately! If you hesitate even slightly, don't blame my sisters for being ruthless!"

The voices of the group carried far across the shore, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

Xie Buruo's heart sank: "Why would the Crocodile God of the South Sea come here?"

Then look at the Vulture Flag on the black ship, and listen to the confrontation between the two sides.

"The people from Lingjiu Palace have also arrived."

He looked down at Sun Sanba, who lay dead on the ground with his eyes wide open, and kicked him twice.

"You bastard, you got into trouble yourself, why did you drag me into it?"

He wanted to kick his senior brother again.

But considering that the other party had already thrown the body into the lake, and there would be no more chances, he could only give up in disappointment.

As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer.

These people on the lake weren't exactly immortals, but their martial arts skills were far superior to Xie Buruo and his group.

When several people compete against each other from afar, innocent bystanders are bound to suffer the consequences.

Thinking of this, Xie Bu Ruo led Wang Yu Yan and Mu Wan Qing to quickly hide in a distance.

Upon hearing Bao Butong's voice, Wang Yuyan was overjoyed and called out towards the lake, "Uncle Bao! Uncle Bao!"

However, the shore was far from the large ship, and she had no internal energy. Her voice was blown away by the strong wind on the lake as soon as she spoke, and it could not be heard at all.

Xie Buruo and Mu Wanqing each grabbed one of her arms and quickly dragged her towards the pavilion on the shore to avoid the brunt of the attack.

The voices of two women from Lingjiu Palace were heard.

A burst of boisterous laughter erupted from the awning boat, and Yue Laosan's arrogant voice resounded across the lake and sky.

"Who dares to touch my disciple, Yue Lao Er's disciple!"

"Two mere girls dare to act so arrogantly in front of me. Watch out, or I'll twist your heads off!"

As he spoke, his gaze swept toward the large, maroon ship where Bao Butong was, and his arrogance grew even stronger.

"So what if it's Canhe Village? I, Yue Lao Er, have always been someone who comes and goes as I please when I'm in the martial world."

"I've long heard of the legendary 'Northern Qiao Feng' and 'Southern Murong' in the Central Plains martial arts world, and I've always wanted to meet them!"

"Hey you, sir, are you Murong Nan? Come, let Yue Lao Er see how you repay me with my own methods! Hahahaha!"

The laughter was even more powerful than before.

He had previously let out a long howl only to search for the whereabouts of his disciple, Sun Sanba.

He burst into wild laughter, challenging Bao Butong to the east and Lingjiu Palace to the west, single-handedly challenging both sides simultaneously, his arrogance showing no fear whatsoever.

Bao Butong felt a chill run down his spine, recognizing the other party as Yue Laosan, one of the four notorious villains in the martial arts world and the evil god of the South China Sea.

Even though he knew the other party was an invincible villain, how could he back down and tarnish the reputation of the Murong family when the other party came to provoke him?

Moreover, Bao Butong is stubborn by nature and always competitive. He will argue even when he is in the right, and he will not give an inch now that he is in the right.

Bao Butong chuckled coldly twice.

"No, no! What north, south, and north? There's only Murong in the world!"

"I have always known about the life of Yue Laosi, the Crocodile God of the South China Sea."

"Your martial arts skills are mediocre, ranking last among the Four Evils. How dare you presume to have my young master take action against you?"

"I, Bao, can teach you a lesson!"

Having said that, he gathered his energy in his dantian, let out a loud laugh, and headed straight for Yue Laosan.

The evil god of the South China Sea always considers himself second in command, and anyone who dares to say he's third will have their head ripped off.

Now Bao Butong directly calls him fourth, placing him below Yun Zhonghe, which is truly a great disgrace.

Enraged, he laughed instead, channeling all his inner strength into a wild laugh as he retaliated.

Seeing this, how could the two women of Lingjiu Palace be willing to lag behind others?

The voiceless sound in the boat began again.

"Yue Laosan, you're stubborn and will only bring death upon yourself!"

"Hey you, surnamed Bao, this is none of your business, get out of here!"

Two sharp, melodious whistles echoed out simultaneously.

The two women combined their inner strength, their voices and breaths flowing together in a continuous and melodious manner.

In an instant, the wind howled across the lake.

Yue Laosan's laughter was arrogant and unrestrained, Bao Butong's laughter was deep, powerful and upright, and the two Lingjiu women's cries were clear and melodious.

The four internal energies transformed into sound waves, swirling and surging endlessly.

Ripples spread across the lake, and the reeds rustled along the shore.

On the other hand, Xie Buruo and the others were in a terrible predicament.

I felt a series of thunderclaps in my ears, and my eardrums throbbed with pain.

Yue Laosan and the others all possessed considerable internal strength.

Xie Buruo and the others could hardly withstand him alone.

Now that the three forces are combined, their power is multiplied, making it impossible for ordinary martial artists to withstand.

Wang Yuyan had no foundation in internal energy cultivation, and was immediately struck so hard that she felt dizzy and almost fell over.

Mu Wanqing tore off her clothes, shredded them into small pieces, and stuffed them into Wang Yuyan's ears, which slightly relieved Wang Yuyan's discomfort.

But this method is ultimately just a drop in the ocean.

The three masters' internal energy grew stronger with each push.

The Crocodile God of the South China Sea laughed more and more wildly.

The two women of Lingjiu Palace, their minds united, stood with their hands on their hips and let out a clear whistle, their aura as powerful as a rainbow.

Bao Butong's skill was slightly inferior, and he was already sweating.

Just when things were at a stalemate...

In the depths of Taihu Lake, a small boat drifts leisurely downstream.

Suddenly, two tinkling sounds of a zither rang out.

It is quiet and elegant, with a soft sound.

It lacked Yue Laosan's wildness, Bao Butong's gravitas, and Lingjiu Palace's chilling atmosphere.

However, these two faint notes of the zither pierced through the clamor and reached everyone's ears, causing everyone's heart to skip a beat.

Without making a sound, they suppressed the voices of the three parties.

All three parties on the lake were arrogant and proud.

Yue Laosan was arrogant and domineering throughout his life, and he never paid attention to anyone except his eldest brother, Duan Yanqing.

Bao was of a different temperament; he was unyielding and competitive.

The disciples of Lingjiu Palace acted even more domineeringly, always yielding to others; when had they ever bowed their heads and submitted?

All three were unwilling to give up, so they all activated their inner energy and added several units of their own power to forcefully generate the whistling sound.

Suddenly, the three-way dispute turned into a three-against-one battle.

The pianist who later became the target of public criticism.

Kang Guangling sat on the small boat, looking at the boatman who was foaming at the mouth from the sound waves, his brows furrowed and his heart full of doubt.

"What's going on!"

"These people are all skilled in internal martial arts, far superior to those who killed on the ship."

"How are things going for you young friends?"

"Where did they get so many demons? How can they possibly withstand these demonic sounds with their current level of skill?"

After seeing the boat full of corpses at Qin Yun Xiao Zhu, he was worried about Xie Buruo and the others, so he rushed over.

But unexpectedly, they stumbled into this chaotic battle.

The deafening roar had already knocked those with weaker skills unconscious.

Kang Guangling sighed softly, his fingers left the strings, and the music stopped abruptly.

He tore off two pieces of cloth and stuffed them into the ears of the boatman who was on the same boat as him.

The three groups led by the Crocodile God of the South China Sea were unaware of the true situation. They thought they had the other side under control, and each of them wore a smile, extremely proud of themselves.

But a moment later, the sound of the zither rang out again, and Kang Guangling began to play the unfinished piece, "A Song on a Reed".

Like the ancient temple bells resounding, echoing through the empty valley, carrying the compassionate ferry across the land, the Buddhist chants resound.