A man in the martial world, a reincarnated sword immortal.

Chapter 96: After draining Murong Bo dry, how can two tigers share one mountain?

"Master Zhong!"

"We at Shaolin Temple have taken note of what happened today. We are grateful to Master Zhong for presiding over the affairs of the martial arts world."

"Shaolin will go first."

Xuanji looked towards Zhong Yuan, his face filled with undisguised sorrow.

Today, Shaolin Temple can be said to have lost both its wife and its army.

Not only did they fail to salvage their reputation, but they also lost the abbot, ruining Shaolin's century-old honor.

Xuanji knew that with his abilities, he was utterly incapable of causing any further harm to the Ming Cult today.

The most urgent task is to quickly transport Brother Xuanci's body back to Shaolin.

With the death of the Shaolin abbot, the entire Shaolin Temple will inevitably be plunged into unprecedented turmoil.

As the head of both the Vinaya and Nagarjuna schools, he certainly couldn't afford any more mistakes.

Immediately, he shouted to the Shaolin disciples, ordering them to lift Xuanci's body.

At this moment, Xu Zhu rushed forward, bursting into tears, embracing Xuan Ci's corpse, and loudly calling out "Father!"

Upon seeing this, Xuanji immediately stepped forward and shouted at Xuzhu, "Xuzhu!"

"Walk!"

After being shouted at by Xuanji, Xuzhu became a little more clear-headed. He raised his sleeve and wiped away his snot and tears.

He glanced at Zhong Yuan over there.

His father was Xuan Ci, and his mother was Ye Er Niang.

However, upon suddenly learning about my past today, I realize that we are now separated by death.

He looked at Zhong Yuan not out of hatred, but to imprint Zhong Yuan's image in his mind.

Because it was Zhong Yuan who made him aware of his background, this leader of the Ming Cult was like a nightmare to him.

Without saying a word, he carried Xuan Ci's body on his back.

Over there, Xuan Nan had already gotten up, supported by a Shaolin disciple.

Led by Xuanji, the group of Shaolin disciples descended the mountain.

After all the Shaolin disciples had left.

Xu Chongxiao, the elder of the Beggars' Sect, looked at Xiao Feng over there but ultimately did not speak.

Today's events have greatly damaged Shaolin's reputation.

On the contrary, it benefited the Ming Cult.

Although he didn't know why Xiao Feng had appeared at Bright Peak, he couldn't care less about that right now.

The Beggars' Sect would never allow the Khitan Xiao Feng to become its leader again.

Without saying a word, he led the Beggars' Sect disciples away.

The remaining people from various sects and factions in the martial arts world praised it highly.

In particular, Du Lingzi, the leader of the Penglai Sect, exclaimed, "Sect Leader Zhong is truly awe-inspiring!"

"In the martial arts world today, who else can match the attainments and magnanimity of Master Zhong?"

"Shaolin Temple is a place that seeks fame and fortune, and harbors filth and evil."

"This truly surprised us fellow martial arts practitioners."

"If Master Zhong needs our assistance in the future, our Penglai Sect will do everything in our power to help."

Turinko spoke.

Sima Wei, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect, as well as the leaders of the Kongtong Sect and the Kunlun Sect, all spoke up and began to flatter Zhong Yuan.

"Master Zhong's divine might upholds justice in the martial world!"

"A scoundrel like Murong Bo should be imprisoned at Bright Peak; that would be most appropriate!"

In the martial arts world of the Central Plains today, both Shaolin and the Beggars' Sect have greatly diminished in prestige.

On the contrary, the Ming Cult rose to prominence unexpectedly.

Zhong Yuan, the leader of the Ming Cult, was young but possessed unparalleled martial arts skills. It was foreseeable that in the next thirty years, the Ming Cult would become a pivotal force in the martial arts world of the Central Plains.

Therefore, it was natural for this group of people to curry favor with the Ming Cult.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuan remained calm and said loudly, "Fellow martial artists, today we have come to participate in the grand event of rebuilding the headquarters of the Ming Cult."

"Our Ming Cult has offered you a small feast. Please enjoy the wine before you descend the mountain."

Those people from the martial arts world naturally agreed.

At this time.

Xiao Yuanshan addressed Zhong Yuan in a loud voice: "Sect Leader Zhong."

"I want Murong Bo's life."

Upon seeing this, Zhong Yuan smiled faintly.

"Old Master Xiao, why the rush? After the banquet, in front of all these heroes of the martial world, I will make sure you personally end this old scoundrel's life."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuanshan raised an eyebrow.

He infiltrated Bright Peak for many days and learned that his son, Xiao Feng, was now a member of the Ming Cult.

Moreover, he looked down on everyone else in the Ming Cult.

But this young cult leader is truly extraordinary.

Murong Bo's skills are no less than his.

But they were still completely manipulated by the leader of the Ming Cult.

Therefore, he cannot act rashly.

We can only trust Chung Won.

He then loudly proclaimed, "Good!"

"I will trust Master Zhong this once."

Upon seeing this, Zhong Yuan immediately raised his hand.

"Men, tie up all the members of the Murong family."

Immediately, Fang Liu led his men forward and locked up Murong Bo and his son, as well as the four retainers of the Murong family.

Bao Butong immediately started cursing when the lock was put on.

"You son of a bitch!"

"Hey, you surnamed Zhong, if you've got the guts, let go of your grandpa and let him fight you for another three hundred rounds!"

Fang Liu raised his hand and slapped Bao Butong twice across the face, then took off his smelly socks and stuffed them into his mouth.

Bao Butong's face immediately turned a liver color.

As the Murong family members were taken away by Fang Liu.

Zhong Yuan raised his hand, signaling the people below to set up tables and chairs.

Bai Lixiao, the White Dragon Dharma King, led many prominent sect leaders from the martial arts world into the hall for tea.

Zhong Yuan then walked towards Xiao Feng and said to him, "Brother Xiao."

"Mr. Xiao is right in front of us."

"You two, father and son, should catch up."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng nodded slightly, stepped forward, bowed to Xiao Yuanshan, and said in a deep voice, "Your son greets Father."

Upon seeing this, Xiao Yuanshan's lips trembled slightly, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

He grabbed Xiao Feng's arms and said in a trembling voice, "Feng'er, good boy."

"Get up quickly."

Taking advantage of the reunion of the Xiao family father and son, Zhong Yuan signaled to Old Zhong to leave with him, heading towards the secret passage in the back mountain of Bright Peak.

When the father and son arrived at the hall outside the secret passage, Murong Bo had already been brought there.

Upon seeing the two arrive, Fang Liu immediately cupped his hands towards Zhong Yuan and said, "Master, Murong Fu and the others are locked up next door."

Zhong Yuan nodded slightly, signaling Fang Liu to leave the hall and lead men to guard it.

Fang Liu went out and left.

Zhong Yuan nodded slightly to Zhong Lieyang.

Zhong Lieyang immediately understood what Zhong Yuan meant.

Murong Bo had no chance to resist at the moment, as Zhong Yuan had already sealed all the major acupoints on his body.

Zhong Yuan walked towards Murong Bo. Murong Bo, with his old eyes fixed on Zhong Yuan, said coldly, "You little thief!"

"What are you going to do?"

Zhong Yuan smiled faintly.

"I won't do anything, just try to ease some of your pain."

"You forced yourself to practice the 72 Shaolin Arts, and your body has long been suffering from a chronic illness that is difficult to cure."

"The malevolent energy has already penetrated deep into the internal organs, becoming more and more hidden, and is a hundred times more potent than any external poison."

"Right now, all your skills have become a burden to you."

"When you practice your exercises every day, the three acupoints Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu feel like they are being pierced by a thousand needles, causing unbearable pain."

"No matter what kind of magic pills or medicines you take, they will have no effect whatsoever."

"As soon as you circulate your internal energy, the pain from the needles penetrates even deeper into your bones."

"Do you think I'm right or wrong?"

Wow!

These words were spoken.

This left Murong Bo stunned on the spot, and he looked at Zhong Yuan with disbelief on his face.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

How can I tell if I have internal injuries?

Zhong Yuan smiled faintly.

"I already said that the Venerable One sent me a dream."

Murong Bo did not believe in any ghosts or gods.

He assumed that Zhong Yuan's skill was so profound that it was beyond comprehension, and that he had already detected a hidden ailment within Zhong Yuan's body when he made his move.

"What exactly do you want to do!"

"As far as I know, your Ming Cult has always made a living by rebelling against the imperial court."

"If you release me..."

"In the future, when the Ming Cult rises up, my Murong family will provide support from the sidelines, and together we will overthrow the Great Song Dynasty, each of us reaping the benefits. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Why let those insignificant people ruin the grand plans of both our families!"

"If your intention is to win over Xiao Yuanshan and his son Xiao Feng."

"It doesn't have to be that big."

"The father and son were members of the Xiao clan of the Khitan."

"With just a few words, I can persuade them, father and son, to join us in attacking the Song Dynasty."

"Kill me."

"The Ming Cult will only have one more enemy."

"It won't do you any good."

"But if you release me, the Ming Cult will not only gain the friendship of the Murong family."

"It has also given us the capital to compete for the world in the future."

"Don't say you're not interested in conquering the world, Master Zhong. Today, even if you have to offend the Shaolin Temple, you must expose the dirty deeds that Xuan Ci has done to the world."

"It forced Xuanci to commit suicide in public."

"Isn't it all just to undermine Shaolin and enhance the prestige of your Ming Cult?"

"With the assistance of the Murong family, your Ming Cult's influence will only rise to new heights!"

Murong Bo looked at Zhong Yuan with hope, trying to persuade him with words.

At this time.

Zhong Yuan remained silent and stepped back.

Zhong Lieyang stepped forward, walked behind Murong Bo, and directly pressed down with his palm.

Then.

He activated the Northern Darkness Divine Art.

At first, Murong Bo did not realize that something was wrong.

But soon...

He felt the true energy within his body begin to converge into Zhong Lieyang's palm.

Moreover, the rate at which the true energy was being lost was getting faster and faster.

This time.

Murong Bo was completely panicked.

His face grew increasingly pale.

Her eyes were fixed on Zhong Yuan.

"you----"

"you----"

Zhong Yuan said calmly, "Murong Bo, how long has your Murong family been plotting to seize the world?"

"If it could have been accomplished, it would have been accomplished long ago."

Why wait until now?

"What you seek is nothing but a grand dream."

huh~~~

Thirty breaths later!

Murong Bo's expression quickly darkened, and he seemed to have been completely drained, his back becoming much more hunched.

He had painstakingly cultivated his inner strength for over fifty years, only to have it all drained by that Ming Cult member!

now.

He didn't even have the strength to hate anymore.

All that's left is confusion.

Endless bewilderment.

They no longer possessed martial arts skills.

He was even more of a useless person.

How can we discuss the great cause of restoring the Yan state again?

Zhong Yuan stepped forward and directly silenced Murong Bo by striking his acupoint.

Then, he looked towards Zhong Lieyang.

After a moment of recuperation, Zhong Lieyang stood up and nodded slightly to Zhong Yuan.

Upon seeing this, Zhong Yuan and Zhong Lieyang immediately went outside the hall and said to Fang Liu, who was waiting outside, "Take them, father and son, to the square."

"Tie him up."

Fang Liu nodded and immediately did as instructed, leading his men to escort the two Murong family members, father and son, out of the hall.

When Murong Fu was being led away, he saw the limp Murong Bo and immediately shouted at Zhong Yuan.

"The one surnamed Zhong!"

"What did you do to my father?!"

Zhong Yuan gestured to Fang Liu to gag Murong Fu as well. Fang Liu then took off Bao Butong's other smelly sock and stuffed it into Murong Fu's mouth.

It almost made Murong Fu sick to death.

After the crowd left.

Zhong Yuan then asked Zhong Lieyang, "Father, how are you feeling?"

Zhong Lieyang's eyes flashed, and he nodded, saying, "Alright!"

"Better than ever before."

"If I were to practice the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth again now, I am confident that I could break through to the fifth level."

Zhong Yuan shook his head.

"Not enough, far from enough."

"With your talent, Father, you would need to convert the power of either Tianshan Child Granny or Li Qiushui into Northern Darkness True Qi before you can cultivate the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth."

"That's the safest approach."

Zhong Lieyang was speechless upon hearing this.

However, he also knew that he was far inferior to his son in terms of aptitude.

He took a deep breath and said with a serious expression, "Yuan'er, this time, you have really offended Shaolin."

Zhong Yuan then said, "Father."

"With Xuanci dead, who among the Xuan generation of Shaolin Temple do you think can replace him, lead Shaolin, and reign supreme in the martial world?"

Zhong Lieyang frowned and said, "As far as I know, among the Xuan generation, Xuan Ci's martial arts skills are the best."

"No one else has his abilities."

Zhong Yuan said, "Shaolin has stood tall in the martial arts world for over a hundred years, holding a high position, and there are quite a few forces that rely on Shaolin."

"The Shaolin Temple has a truly profound history."

"But it is precisely because Shaolin Temple has such a profound history that it has suffered such a severe blow."

"In this way, Shaolin will retreat and give us enough space and time."

"We can win over ordinary small businesses."

"But for a martial arts giant like Shaolin, there is absolutely no possibility of appeasement and cooperation."

"Can two tigers share one mountain?"

"Since a struggle is inevitable sooner or later, why worry about when?"

"Right now, our Ming Cult is on the rise. If we don't suppress Shaolin now, when will we?"

"Are we going to wait until Xuanci dies of old age before doing these things?"

"Then it will be too late."

Zhong Lieyang said, "However, I'm afraid Shaolin Temple won't let this go so easily."

Zhong Yuan smiled faintly.

"Father, as long as you absorb all the power of Tianshan Child Granny or Li Qiushui into yourself."

"With you and me, father and son, joining forces, what is there to fear from Shaolin?"

"Moreover, Shaolin is smarter than you and I imagine. Shaolin has been able to survive to this day by never relying on brute force."

"Instead, it's about knowing when to hide."

"Xuan Ci's dirty deeds are enough to severely damage the prestige of Shaolin Temple."

"I am certain that Shaolin Temple will not only not attack my Ming Cult, but will also take the opportunity to go into seclusion to heal and recover, allowing the martial arts world to forget about Xuanci."

"Let time heal the wounds of these dirty deeds."

"Even if Shaolin is unwise and attacks my Ming Cult, with the strength of you and me, father and son, we are not afraid of Shaolin now."

"Chance!"

"It's for those who are prepared!"

"Opportunities are created by oneself!"

"father!"

Do you believe me?

Upon hearing this, Zhong Lieyang immediately laughed and said, "I believe you, because you're my son!"

Even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire.

"Your dad has to go through this with you!"

Zhong Yuan nodded slightly, gazed into the distance, and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Father, rest assured, our Ming Cult will surely rise to prominence one day."