A man stands before the heavens, his sword emerges from the Emei Mountains.

Chapter 114 Unrepentant Return to the Clan, Yin Liu's Hair Turns White

"No regrets, we've arrived at Mount Emei."

After the autumn rain, the sky was clear and blue, and the wind blew the leaves back and forth in the air, swirling endlessly.

"This is Mount Emei." Bu Hui looked at the scene of half the mountain covered in forest and half in clouds, her clear voice filled with admiration.

"Return, oh return! Where shall I return? My home is in Min and Emei, thousands of miles away. From now on, this will be my home without regrets," Chen Yu said.

"Yes, I will definitely practice martial arts diligently and punish evil just like my master, my elder brother, and my mother."

"Good ambition."

The carriage reached the foot of the mountain, and Ji Xiaofu and Bu Hui alighted. The three of them walked uphill, and after walking only about a mile, they heard shouts, "Senior brother and senior sister are back!"

At this call, two disciples from both the inner and outer sects leaped out from the woods and quickly stepped forward.

"Are the two heroes from Wudang, Yu, here?"

Chen Yu first escorted Ji Xiaofu to Luzhou, where they stayed for two days. Then he took Bu Hui to Emei Mountain. They traveled by car the whole way, so their pace was slow. He estimated that he and Yu Lianzhou would arrive at Emei Mountain in no more than a few days.

"No, Senior Brother."

"Yes, thank you for taking the carriage to the horse shop in the county town."

"Okay."

As one of the outer disciples departed, another female disciple, Dang Bu Hui, who was a girl who had become a disciple of Emei, praised, "This junior sister has beautiful features and bright eyes; she is clearly a natural talent for martial arts."

"Mother, my eldest sister praised me."

The female disciple from Emei was so frightened that she staggered.

Ji Xiaofu's body trembled slightly.

Chen Yu said, "Don't worry, Senior Sister, Master and Junior Brother are here for you."

Ji Xiaofu's consciousness returned to the scene in Changchun Valley in the past, "A mother's strength is boundless", "I have no regrets about my future", "My disciple has also had a difficult fate, I've made you suffer".

Chen Yu and Miejue's statements emerged one by one.

Even the autumn winds in Emei seem to carry warmth, and the yellowing and falling leaves all appear so serene.

"Yes, thank you, junior brother." Ji Xiaofu calmed down.

"Let's go."

Chen Yu walked forward, with Ji Xiaofu and Bu Hui following closely behind.

"Senior brothers and sisters are back."

Such sounds continued to echo from the mountains. Before even reaching Xijianping, Chen Yu saw Grandpa Ji, Ding Minjun, Su Mengqing, and their group.

Grandpa Ji had known Bu Hui for a long time, but from Dongting to Hengyang, he only regarded Bu Hui as a pitiful child who had been abducted. He had shown concern for her, but that was out of a sense of morality and benevolence. Now, however, there was a bond of kinship between him and Bu Hui.

The old man walked with remarkable agility.

"No regrets, that's Grandpa." Ji Xiaofu didn't say it was her maternal grandfather.

"grandfather."

Unfazed by her own familiarity, she flew away like a butterfly.

"No regrets, my dear granddaughter."

Ding Minjun suddenly stopped, staring incredulously at the scene before her. Su Mengqing and Bei Jinyi were also stunned.

"Is this girl the child of my junior sister and junior brother?" Ding Minjun blurted out.

Su Mengqing's mind worked quickly, and she snapped back to reality. "What nonsense are you talking about? Bu Hui is already ten years old, isn't she? Be careful, your junior brother might cut out your tongue."

Ding Minjun realized what was happening, quickly retracted her tongue, and tightly closed her mouth.

In everyone's sight, the old man picked up Bu Hui in his arms.

Ji Xiaofu greeted Su Mengqing and Bei Jinyi who came to meet her, saying, "Junior Sister, Senior Sister is here—"

"Senior sister, you have no idea how much we liked Bu Hui when we were in Hengyang. We should have brought her back to Emei long ago," Su Mengqing said.

Bei Jinyi smiled sweetly, "I will also share pastries with my junior sister. I will make pastries for her tonight."

Chen Yu gazed at this scene with a smile.

Peace of mind is home, and Emei Mountain truly feels like home. He looked at Ding Minjun, who was still in a daze in the distance.

Ding Minjun covered her mouth.

Chen Yu smiled.

Throughout the rest of the journey, Ding Minjun showed Bu Hui great care and concern, attending to her in every possible way.

After passing through the Sword Washing Ground, Su Mengqing and the others continued practicing martial arts as usual, while those who needed to teach their disciples continued to teach by example. Chen Yu, Ji Xiaofu, and Bu Hui continued on their way, arriving at Ciyun Temple.

"Master, your disciple has returned."

"Come in."

With a creak, Chen Yu pushed open the door and entered. Miejue, who was sitting on a stone bench under a tree in the temple, closed the scroll in her hand and looked over.

Bu Hui quickly stepped forward and kowtowed: "Bu Hui greets Grandmaster, thank you for saving my life."

Miejue sighed, as if she could see again the scene of rescuing Buhui from Wei Yixiao and Yang Xiao in Dongting Lake and Hengyang.

"Fate, fate, could it be that this is all part of my master's guidance? If I hadn't been investigating the child trafficking in Hanyang, how could I have become so close to her? How could I have saved her from that demon Yang Xiao?" Miejue's thoughts returned. "Get up."

"Thank you, Grandmaster."

"From now on, practice your skills diligently and avenge your mother."

Bu Hui didn't understand the meaning of these words, but she said earnestly, "Thank you for your teachings, Grandmaster. I will keep them in mind, practice martial arts diligently, and protect my mother and Emei."

"Hmm, that's ambitious." Miejue then said, "Xiaofu, from now on, Minjun will teach you the Unrepentant Martial Arts."

"Thank you, Master."

Chen Yu smiled to himself again, why not?

The dragon's spine is adorned with coins, and its silver hooves tread on white smoke.

The three riders approached from afar. The one in front of them appeared calm, modest, and refined, while the two riders behind him were young men, full of scholarly spirit. They were none other than Yin Liting and Song Qingshu.

The three of them walked down the mountain, dismounted, and tied their horses to stakes. After walking along the mountain path for a short while, a disciple of the Emei Sect leaped out.

The female disciple who had participated in the Battle of Evergreen Valley bowed and said, "Greetings, Sixth Hero Yin and Young Hero Song."

Yin Liting quickly returned the greeting, saying, "You're too kind, junior sister."

The middle-aged man said gently, "Please inform the nun that Song Yuanqiao from Wudang has come to visit."

"Master Song, please come up the mountain," the disciple said directly.

Thank you for your trouble.

With his disciple leading the way, Song Yuanqiao and his group followed. Yin Liting became increasingly excited, his emotions surging with each stone step they took.

Under the bright sunshine, amidst fluffy clouds, the branches were bent low with persimmons that looked like lanterns.

For the time being, Ji Buhui will live with Ji Xiaofu. Ji Xiaofu's journey to Dadu is a major matter and requires careful consideration. (Chen Yu)

Back in the courtyard, they fetched water to bathe and changed their clothes.

He headed towards Buddha's Palm Rock as soon as he left. He hadn't seen the spirit ape in a long time and missed it quite a bit. It should be very powerful now. He wanted to see who would win by comparing their speed with the white ape.

"Senior brother."

Yang An arrived with lightning speed, and before he even reached the summit, his voice rang out, "Great Hero Song of Wudang is coming up the mountain."

Song Yuanqiao has arrived. Chen Yu was not surprised. Zhang Sanfeng should no longer concern himself with worldly affairs, and Song Yuanqiao is practically the sect leader. The fact that the two sects exchanged their martial arts techniques and that the other party came in person shows his sincerity.

"Okay, I'll go take a look."

"Yes, Master Song is at Ciyun Temple."

"Thank you, junior brother."

Chen Yu thanked him and strode towards Ciyun Nunnery.

The fire in the stove emitted a bright light, and as the water boiled, the aroma of tea filled the temple. Miejue was actually a person who didn't care much about life; he simply put the tea leaves directly into the water to brew the tea.

Song Yuanqiao was quite proficient in the art of tea, but even more so in the art of interpersonal relationships. He accepted the teacup offered by Miejue with both hands. Yin Li—

Ting stood respectfully to one side. Song Qingshu was not there; no one knew where he had gone.

Song Yuanqiao accepted the tea and thanked him, taking a few sips before placing the teacup on the table and opening the bundle he had brought with him.

"This is the 'Wudang Nine Yang Skill' for your master to see."

"There's no need for that," Miejue politely declined, then handed Song Yuanqiao the "Emei Nine Yang Skill" that she had already memorized.

Song Yuanqiao didn't turn the page to check either, but his expression was clearly moved; Wuji was saved.

"Thank you, Master." Song Yuanqiao thanked her again, then changed the subject, "There's one more thing."

Extinction said in a deep voice, "Is it about my little disciple's marriage?"

Song Yuanqiao smiled and said, "That's right, please grant my request, Master."

Yin Liting's heart tightened; he could hear the pounding of his heart like a drumbeat.

"Ugh!"

Song Yuanqiao's heart skipped a beat.

"What's wrong, nun?"

"Now that things have come to this, we should be frank with each other."

Yin Liting's breathing became rapid, and the sound of extinction slowly drifted through the afterglow of the setting sun.

"It was also my fault. Seven or eight years ago, when I learned that the Eagle Sect was holding a gathering at Wangpan Mountain, I sent Xiaofu down the mountain to find out about Xie Xun."

Judging from the nun's tone, could it be that Ji Xiaofu has become entangled in worldly affairs during her descent from the mountain? Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but think this.

"Xiaofu had a hard life. On her journey, she encountered Yang Xiao of the Demonic Sect. The two fought, and she was defeated and captured, taken to Kunlun Mountain." Miejue paused. "Later, Xiaofu escaped by chance and gave birth to a daughter. How could Xiaofu still have the face to face Yin Liuxia? This humble nun could not hide it from her; she learned of this in Changchun Valley."

"Yang Xiao." Song Yuanqiao's expression changed drastically, and he involuntarily pressed his palm on the stone table. With a crack, cracks spread like a spider web along his palm.

Yin Liting felt a buzzing in his head, and his vision went dark instantly. The sounds of the outside world faded away in an instant, and his body seemed to lose its weight. Beneath his feet was an endless, dense abyss, and he plummeted straight down.

I don't know how long it lasted, but then I heard a faint shout.

"Sixth brother, what's wrong?"

"Yin Liuxia".

Feeling a return to consciousness, yet also a sense of death, Yin Liting opened his mouth, his right hand clenched in the air a few times, and cried out, "Xiaofu, my sister—"

As Chen Yu rushed forward, he was still about ten feet away from Ciyun Temple when he heard a low, sorrowful roar, like that of a wounded wild beast. Immediately afterward, with a loud boom, a figure rushed out with a thunderous roar, not knowing which direction to take, and sped away like lightning.

"Senior Brother Yin." Chen Yu gathered his energy and flew up the grass in eight steps to catch up with him.

The autumn wind is chilly, and yellow leaves are falling.

Whoosh! A figure moved with incredible speed, sending fallen leaves flying and trailing behind in a long, straight line. As the yellow leaves were about to fall, another swift figure swept past with a piercing whistle, like a hot iron being plunged into ice water. The wind tore the surrounding leaves apart like silk threads.

Behind the figures that had disappeared into the distance, Song Yuanqiao and Miejue stopped.

"With my apprentice here, Master Song, it's best not to go."

Song Yuanqiao looked grief-stricken. The seven members of his sect were like brothers. His fifth brother had mistakenly befriended his sister-in-law, and the couple committed suicide, leaving behind their son, Wuji, who was suffering from the torment of the cold poison.

Now that the Emei and Wudang sects have exchanged their martial arts techniques, Wuji's nephew can be reborn with a bright future. But Ji Xiaofu has been humiliated by Yang Xiao of the Demonic Sect. The Seven Sons of Wudang, under the guidance of their master, are to punish evil and uphold justice, seek benevolence and obtain it, and never regret even if they die nine times. But why are their fellow disciples suffering calamities one by one? Where is justice?

When Yin Liting appeared at Buddha's Palm Rock, Chen Yu had already closed the distance to less than a few feet. He saw the rolling clouds and mist ahead and Yin Liting rushed straight towards it.

He's gone mad.

Chen Yu stomped his foot heavily, the sole of his shoe scraping against the bluestone with a piercing sound, and he shot out like an arrow.

"Senior Brother Yin."

With a series of slaps, Chen Yu grabbed Yin Liting's shoulders from behind and then threw him to the ground.

"ah----"

"Yang Xiao, I swear to kill you."

"Xiaofu, I failed to protect you." Yin Liting stumbled in Chen Yu's arms, her handkerchief fell to the ground, her hair was disheveled, and strands of white hair bloomed like pear blossoms.

Yin Liting's black hair turned white as snow.