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

Like a pebble dropped into a lake, breaking the stillness, a buzzing sound arose and continued to rise.

The Shaolin disciples largely agreed with Chen Yu's statement that "justice is not in people's hearts." Back then, the demoness Yin Susu's seductive words caused countless people of high standing and influence in the martial arts world to flock to Shaolin, both openly and secretly.

They pleaded and begged, or threatened, insisting on knowing Xie Xun's whereabouts, and no matter how much the highly respected abbot and his uncles explained, no one believed them.

"Benefactor Tang, perhaps we should put this matter aside for now. Young Hero Chen has already fought two battles," said a Shaolin monk of the Yuan generation.

"The Kongtong Sect is quite impressive with their 'relay battle' tactics." The Kunlun Sect and the Kongtong Sect were at odds, and Xihua Zi wasn't trying to help Chen Yu; he just liked to kick him when he was down and make a few sarcastic remarks.

At this moment, Yin Yewang's consciousness returned from the shock brought by Chen Yu's martial arts skills, and he gave the altar master a look.

The sect leader understood perfectly. The deeper the grudge between Emei and Kongtong, the more advantageous it was for the Tianying Sect. The young sect leader was worried that Xihua Zi would interfere, so Tang Wenliang decided not to take action.

"I hope you've been well, Daoist Master," the altar master interjected.

west Hua Zi had a grudge against Feng Tan Zhu, and upon hearing this, he was furious. "Back then, the Tianying Sect insulted my Kunlun Sect, saying that each generation was worse than the last. I was careless and stumbled at your hands. Fortunately, I have been practicing diligently these past few years and have improved my skills. I'm here to fight you."

"I couldn't have gotten it."

The two were exchanging words and getting ready to fight. Tang Wenliang, who was in the audience, ignored what others were saying. With a shout, he pushed his fists like grinding stones. Before the spectators with shallow cultivation could see the trajectory of his fists, a series of fist shadows were already in front of Chen Yu.

From his punching style to his speed, he far surpassed Chang Jingzhi.

Chen Yu's figure swayed, and his fists rained down on Tang Wenliang. From most people's perspective, the two seemed to freeze for a moment, and then seemed to float in the air. A thunderous roar suddenly rang out, and the air seemed to be filled with countless dragons and snakes churning.

"Huh?" Yin Yewang couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

He had witnessed the Seven Injury Fist of the Kongtong School, where the left and right fists struck out in succession with unparalleled power, leaving no room for defense. He was not surprised, but Chen Yu actually used speed to counter speed, taking more than ten punches from Tang Wenliang in one go. However, he did not recognize the opponent's fist technique. Emei was not famous for its palm techniques and sword techniques.

In fact, Chen Yu used a fragment of the "Beauty Boxing Technique" carved by Guo Xiang in the Buddha Palm Rock Cave, titled "Hu Ji Returns to Han".

This move is taken from "Eighteen Songs of a Nomad Flute," and it is a series of moves with a continuous and inexhaustible offensive.

Chen Yu and Tang Wenliang both moved with lightning speed, their heavy and fierce movements almost continuous without any pause. Suddenly, with two thuds, the two figures separated, each bearing a dusty gray fist mark on their body.

Chen Yu and Tang Wenliang paused slightly under the moonlight, then charged at each other with even greater ferocity.

bah...

The two fists collided, and the ground beneath their feet felt as if it had been hammered, sinking in the center and sending dirt flying. Chen Yu felt an inward force pulling at his internal energy, followed by two forces of both strength and gentleness rushing towards him from the gap.

These are the seven energies of the Seven Injury Fist, but Tang Wenliang seems to have only mastered three. After a dozen or so moves, they began to compete in internal strength, which suited my wishes. Chen Yu thought to himself, using his intention to guide his qi, and forced the Nine Yang Internal Force forward.

bang...

Like the sound of a water bladder shattering, Tang Wenliang groaned and took a step back. He felt as if his chest had been struck by a hammer, and a stench surged through him. Unable to maintain his balance, he somersaulted backward to dissipate the force and land on the ground.

"How is Senior Brother?" Chang Jingzhi hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

Tang Wenliang's face turned purplish-red. He opened his mouth, about to say he was fine, when he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Chen Yu had already disappeared from Tang Wenliang's sight, staggering along as if he were drunk.

"Junior brother."

Bei Jinyi and Su Mengqing leaned towards Chen Yu from the left and right respectively.

"How is my junior brother?"

"It's nothing." Chen Yu opened his mouth, and blood instantly flowed out.

"Chen Yu, prepare to die!"

Seeing Chen Yu seriously injured, Jian Jie drew his sword with a clang. Ding Minjun blocked his way with her sword, but Tang Wenliang suddenly roared, "Come back! Isn't this shameful enough?"

Jian Jie was stunned for a moment, then glared fiercely at Ding Minjun.

Ding Minjun's cheekbone muscles twitched, and she glared back.

"Let's go!" Tang Wenliang's face was grim. He glanced at Chen Yu, then looked away. He didn't utter any harsh words to Chen Yu. The Kongtong Sect had suffered one defeat and one draw in two battles. If they continued to argue, they would inevitably be ridiculed and humiliated. He immediately led Chang Jingzhi and the Kongtong Sect disciples out of the crowd and headed into the city. The Qinghai Sect disciples followed closely behind, carrying the still unconscious Ma Fatong.

Xianyu Tong's eyes flickered. The scene before him completely deviated from his initial assessment. After tonight, this kid Chen Yu would become famous, and the reputation of the Emei Sect would also be greatly enhanced.

The Huashan Sect can only gain an advantage over the Emei Sect if they obtain the Dragon-Slaying Saber. Miejue is straightforward but not difficult to get along with; Chen Yu is shrewd. With this old and young duo from Emei working together, one must be extremely cautious in dealing with them in the future.

Thinking this through, Xianyu Tong approached Chen Yu and asked, "Young hero, how are your injuries?"

Chen Yu coughed twice, "I can manage."

"Rest assured and recover from your injuries. I will persuade you two myself."

"Thank you, Master Xianyu," Bei Jinyi replied.

Xianyu Tong cupped his hands in greeting, turned around, and walked quickly away.

Yin Yewang secretly sighed with regret. The best outcome would have been for Chen Yu to die from his illness, in which case Emei and Kongtong would have been locked in a life-or-death struggle from then on.

With the Kongtong, Huashan, and Qinghai sects gone, Yin Yewang naturally had no need to linger.

On the Emei Sect's side, Bei Jinyi, Su Mengqing, Tang Zhihu, and Wu Lie protected Chen Yu and quickly withdrew.

……

Jing Shui Nunnery was newly built and there were not enough rooms available. During their two days in Qiantang, Chen Yu bought a house where Bei Jinyi, Su Mengqing, and Tang Zhihu lived and ate. Because the disciples of Yaowang Cave were arranged to stay in the nunnery, Ding Minjun and Li Mingxia also moved in.

Upon arrival, Bei Jinyi took out some pills. "Junior Brother, take these pills and circulate your qi to heal your injuries. Tonight, we will take turns keeping watch."

"Yes, Senior Sister is right. Although the Kongtong Sect suffered a setback, they wouldn't resort to sneak attacks. It's hard to say about the Qinghai Sect. We should always be wary of others."

Chen Yu exhaled a breath of stale air, and his previously listless spirits suddenly lifted.

"Thank you, Senior Sister. There's no need to take any pills."

"Ah," Bei Jinyi stared blankly at Chen Yu.

"Junior brother, you..." Ding Minjun looked at Chen Yu, who was full of energy, in disbelief.

"It's a fake injury. If the Five Poisons Sect members were in Qiantang and knew about it, they would definitely launch a night attack."

"Ha, haha..." Tang Zhihu initially looked both amused and exasperated, but eventually couldn't help but laugh. "Senior brother, you have some amazing skills. Junior brother is completely in awe."

Bei Jinyi then came to her senses and patted her chest, "That scared me to death."

Ding Minjun was still in a daze, with only one thought in her mind: back in Mount Emei, I didn't like my junior brother. If he used these methods to deal with me, wouldn't I be killed without even knowing it?

Su Mengqing was the first to calm down; she asked, "What should we do next?"

"The Seven Injury Fist of the Kongtong School can damage the internal organs. To outsiders, it seems that I have suffered such internal injuries and it will take a hundred days to heal. I can just stay at home and practice while I wait."

Wu Lie, who had remained silent, felt a pang of shame. Having roamed the martial world and witnessed its many trials, he had failed to discern Chen Yu's true nature. He realized Chen Yu was genuinely injured; the young hero's thoughts were unfathomable. Following Chen Yu and the others' words, he asked, "Did you just mention the Five Poisons Sect, young hero?"

"Does Master Wu also know?" Chen Yu asked.

"Know a little."

Su Mengqing asked curiously, "How does the Master know about the Five Poisons Sect in Miao territory when he is in the Western Regions?"

"I previously mentioned that Zhu Wu Lianhuan Manor and the Emei Sect have a close connection."

"That's right." Su Mengqing nodded.

"Please sit down, Master, and tell me slowly." Chen Yu knew only a few things about Wu Lie and Zhu Changling's backgrounds. There were only a few words about them in the world of Yitian Jianghu. Zhu Changling was a descendant of Zhu Ziliu, and Wu Lie was a member of the Wu Xiuwen lineage.

As for why they moved to live in Kunlun Mountain, it was mostly related to the fall of the Dali Kingdom, but for Chen Yu, there was too much information in this storyline.

Since Wu Lie brought it up, Chen Yu would not miss this opportunity. He wondered if the martial arts of the Dali royal family and Tianlong Temple had been passed down, and whether Zhu Wu Lianhuan Manor, which operated in the Western Regions, had any connection with the Kunlun Sect and the Ming Cult.

He poured tea, and Wu Lie thanked him and sat down at the table, while Wu Qingying stood behind him, looking obedient and clever.

As night deepened, the ancient trees in this courtyard, located in the suburbs with two courtyards, reached for the sky. When the wind blew, the branches and leaves swayed and made a rustling sound. Owls cawed. Wu Lie held a cup of tea, and the rising steam slowly unfurled like a scroll painting.

"I am sorry to bother you all, but my ancestors were disciples of Master Yideng of the Dali Kingdom. My grandfather became a disciple of Master Guo and once guarded Xiangyang with Master Guo and his wife. Later, Dali was destroyed and we moved to Kunlun Mountain to live in seclusion to avoid our enemies."

"Ah, the Master's grandfather was actually a disciple of the great hero Guo!" Bei Jinyi exclaimed in surprise. "The Five Poisons Sect operates in Hunan, Sichuan, Yunnan and Guizhou. No wonder the Master knows about this evil sect."

"I never imagined it had such a connection." Chen Yu then asked, "Please, Master, tell me more."

"Let me explain slowly."