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

The lake water flows gently, shimmering in the sunlight. The sounds of summer insects echo in the woods along the lakeside. Fireflies gather together like sand floating in the air near the shore, scattered by passing boats, only to regroup at the stern.

Yunze, with his white eyebrows drooping, took a greedy breath and said with rapture, "The air in Qiantang is truly intoxicating."

Beside the demonic monk was Xia Jingzhe, the vice leader of the Five Poisons Sect. In the past, at the Wujiang Wharf, he fought against Miejue with his bare hands, but now he carried an ancient-looking longsword on his back.

On the day the demonic monk was defeated and retreated from Mount Emei, he made a threatening statement, saying that he would visit Mount Emei again after finding a divine weapon. Yunze did not seek out Miejue, but now he also had a long sword with a ferrule hanging at his waist.

Upon hearing Yunze's words, Xia Jingzhe asked, "What do you mean by that, Master?"

Yunze squinted: "Back then, my senior brother and I robbed 101 tombs in Qiantang and Shaoxing. The sound of knocking on the emperor's skull was truly intoxicating and addictive."

Xia Jingzhe suddenly realized, "What refined taste you have, Master."

"Qiantang and West Lake are good places," Yunze murmured to himself, squinting at the distant pagoda.

"I would like to hear the details."

"Does Vice Leader Xia know why there is a poem that says, 'West Lake is to be compared to Xi Shi, the legendary beauty of the West Lake'?"

"This refers to the magnificent scenery of West Lake."

"More than that, from Xizhao Mountain across West Lake to the Qiantang River, it's like a reclining beauty, with West Lake being the beauty's heart. The feng shui of water gathering at the heart of heaven, how can one not be captivated?" Yunze said this in a voice that was almost a murmur, and even the dignified vice leader of the Five Poisons Sect felt a chill run down his spine and got goosebumps all over his body.

Hu Yunze looked toward the lakeside. Xia Jingzhe looked over and saw Cheng Wei walking quickly along the shore. As he got closer, he jumped onto the boat.

"Vice Leader, Master," Cheng Wei said, clasping his hands in greeting. "That brat Chen Yu has arrived in Qiantang."

Xia Jingzhe's spirits lifted: "Is the news reliable?"

"Reliable, there is a conflict between Emei and Kongtong sects."

"They had a fight in Emei County," Yunze said.

"I see." Xia Jingzhe changed the subject. "Please continue, Master Cheng."

"Chen Yu injured Jian Jie of the Kongtong Sect and disciples of the Qinghai Sect at the Misty Rain Pavilion, and then invited the two sects to the Liuhe Pagoda."

"Is the old nun Miejue here?" Yunze asked.

"Master, he did not appear," Cheng Wei replied.

Yunze immediately lost interest.

Xia Jingzhe, however, was delighted. "The Emei Sect's arrival in Qiantang is a pleasant surprise, saving us a lot of trouble."

"I'll go and capture that kid."

"Chen Yu's martial arts skills are not weak; Master Ba died at his hands."

Cheng Wei understood the implication: the vice-coach was going to personally intervene.

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A gentle breeze and bright moon embraced them as Elder Ape and Chen Yu finished their gourds of wine. Elder Ape then announced, "Someone's coming."

Chen Yu looked around and saw several figures rapidly approaching through the bright moonlight. They were Ding Minjun, Bei Jinyi, Su Mengqing, Tang Zhihu, Li Mingxia, and others.

"It's my fellow disciple and sect member. This junior is coming down from the tower."

"Go."

Chen Yu, sword in hand, flipped down from the top of the tower, his figure like a crane. As he fell, he used the eaves to dissipate the force, and landed on the ground after a few leaps.

"How is Junior Brother?" Su Mengqing stepped forward and asked.

"Everything is normal."

"The Kongtong Sect and the Qinghai Sect should return soon," Bei Jinyi said.

Chen Yu estimated the time, "About right."

"Junior brother, conserve your energy. We will protect you." Li Mingxia began to take the initiative to think of Chen Yu's needs.

"Senior sister, there's no need to be nervous." Chen Yu said this, and seeing his calm and composed expression, Li Mingxia felt reassured.

The moonlight reflected on the great river. After a short while, several figures swept in from the riverbank, and a voice rang out, "Young Master Chen."

Chen Yu inwardly scoffed; it was Wu Lie and his daughter.

Wu Lie was no ordinary fighter; his feet moved with incredible speed, and he arrived in just a few breaths. He cupped his hands and said, "I was honored by your assistance in Hanyang, young hero. I have come here to lend my support."

"Thank you for your hospitality, Master, but if we really have to fight later, please just stand by and watch."

Bei Jinyi said, "Junior Brother is right. When I saw the arrogant and domineering Qinghai Sect disciples at Yanyu Tower, I guessed that the experts in the sect were not easy to get along with. Zhu Wu Lianhuan Manor and Qinghai Sect are both in the Western Regions, so to avoid conflicts that could harm your manor."

Wu Lie's mind was made up, so how could he change his mind? He said, "Thank you for your kind words, Miss Bei. In fact, Zhu Wu Lianhuan Manor and your sect have some history. How can we sit idly by?"

"What do you mean?" Bei Jinyi, Su Mengqing, and Ding Minjun were all curious.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you slowly after the Liuhe Pagoda incident is over."

"Mm." Bei Jinyi nodded.

Chen Yu thought to himself that Wu Lie's resolute decision to stand with Emei was to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, but it would also make it easier to find the Nine Yang Manual later.

The startled birds took flight, drawing everyone's attention to what was happening in the direction of the city.

"People from Kongtong and Qinghai have arrived," Ding Minjun said.

"There are quite a few." Li Mingxia was a little nervous.

The dozens of figures in disarray closed the distance in an instant. The Emei Sect members looked over and saw that Tang Wenliang, Chang Jingzhi, Jian Jie, Xian Yutong, and others were all there.

There were also six or seven unfamiliar people with unfriendly expressions; they were likely from the Qinghai faction.

Several more people followed behind, and in the blink of an eye they arrived at the venue, which included both Taoists and laymen, men and women, whose sects and factions were unknown.

Xianyu Tong, seeing that Miejue was not present, let out a slight sigh. Without the upright and unyielding abbess, he had room to maneuver. He gently shook his folding fan and walked towards Chen Yu.

"I wasn't at the Misty Rain Pavilion that day, who knew the young hero would come knocking? All that youthful impetuosity caused trouble. Where is the nun?"

"My master is not with us."

"I see." Xianyu Tong changed the subject and said to Chang Jingzhi, Tang Wenliang, and the middle-aged man who followed closely behind, "Junior Brother Tang, Junior Brother Chang, Brother Ma, since the abbess is not here, how about we discuss this matter later? Emei, Kongtong, Huashan, and Qinghai Sects are all prestigious and righteous sects, and should be united. Let's not damage our harmony."

"You insulted my disciple; this enmity cannot be resolved." The man surnamed Ma had a sinister expression.

"Master, this is the boy who injured me."

"Junior brother, this is the person who plotted against me and injured senior sister at the Misty Rain Pavilion."

The disciples from the Qinghai School, including Li Mingxia, spoke up in unison.

The man surnamed Ma's face darkened: "Boy, draw your sword."

Before Chen Yu could respond, a short, stout Taoist priest from the group that had followed the Kongtong Sect said, "A disciple of the prestigious Emei Sect comes to the Misty Rain Pavilion to provoke trouble. Are you so arrogant?"

"Who are you?"

The Taoist priest, impatient, didn't answer but instead asked, "Who is your master? Master Jingxuan or Abbess Jingxu?"

"Junior brother is the successor of my master," Bei Jinyi stepped forward to reply first, then said to Chen Yu, "west Huazi of the Kunlun School."

"I was originally a junior brother of the Kunlun Sect, my apologies." Chen Yu was the junior leader of the Emei Sect, so according to seniority, this form of address was not inappropriate.

west Hua Zi was taken aback, not expecting that Chen Yu was the successor of the Extinction Mandate. He was stunned for a moment and did not know how to refute it. He simply snorted coldly and stopped talking, crossing his arms to watch Chen Yu make a fool of himself.

"Boy, why aren't you drawing your sword yet? Are you too weak to fight back?"

"Young hero, this is Ma Fatong from the Yuzhen Temple in Qinghai." Wu Lie recognized the man and stepped forward to speak to Chen Yu in a low voice. He then clasped his hands and said loudly to Ma Fatong, "Master Ma, what Master Xianyu said makes sense. We are all from reputable sects. Why should we let such a trivial matter ruin our harmony?"

"Master, he is Wu Lie from Zhu Wu Lianhuan Manor," said the disciple from the Qinghai Sect who had insulted Wu Qingying.

"I know about Zhu Wu Lianhuan Manor," Ma Fatong said to Wu Lie. "You should assess your own capabilities. See if Zhu Wu Lianhuan Manor is qualified to intervene. If they are, then so be it. If you feel it's not enough, leave immediately."

Wu Lie let out a long sigh, "Zhu Wu Lianhuan Manor and the Emei Sect have some history, so I'm afraid I can't comply."

"Very well, when we get back, I will pay my respects to the temple myself." Ma Fatong said, then looked at Chen Yu. "Boy, if you're scared, just kowtow and say that Emei is no match for my Yuzhen Temple, and I'll let you go."

Chen Yu smiled. "Please make your move."

Ma Fatong laughed, "I wonder if your sword is as tough as your mouth."

Chang Jingzhi warned, "Brother Ma, this kid is cunning."

"No need to worry, I'll take down this kid within ten moves. I'll let him have three moves so he won't be accused of bullying the weak."

"Junior brother, be careful," Bei Jinyi and Su Mengqing warned, and then stepped back.

Xianyu Tong sighed and stepped back.

Ma Fatong accepted the longsword offered by his disciple and said arrogantly, "Boy, draw your sword."

Chen Yu vaguely remembered that Ma Fatong was one of the Three Swords of Qinghai. The real experts of Yuzhen Temple were several elders who, together with the River Fiends and others, were able to fight the Three Shaolin Elders for a long time. They were not to be underestimated.

As for the Three Swords of Qinghai, what is there to fear?

Chen Yu strode forward, and with a clang, the sword flashed.