Quick Transmigration: The Supporting Character Just Wants to Die a Natural Death

It turned out he was a veteran master. Yao Feiran suddenly realized that he had stopped many conflicts in the martial arts world. Back then, the master of the Wanxiang Sect killed the emperor, causing turmoil in the country. The princes fought each other, resulting in countless deaths and injuries. He was imprisoned by this monk for more than ten years, who forced him to atone for his sins and turn over a new leaf.

He is said to be the best martial artist in the world.

In the past, this villain in the martial arts world would use physical means to make people lay down their weapons. In recent years, he has been living in seclusion and has not appeared. However, he has now come out of seclusion again and has sought out Yao Feiran.

"Master, you've come too late. When the Yao family was wiped out, you didn't appear to persuade the murderer to lay down his knife, and now you can't persuade me either."

"Amitabha Buddha, if you insist on going your own way, then this humble monk can only take you away until you let go of your obsession."

"Enough with the rambling, let's start fighting."

Yao Feiran drew her Mofeng sword, and countless ripples of silver sword light appeared in the air. Master Huiding stood there without changing his expression, golden light emanating from his body. When the sword energy landed on him, it actually produced a crackling sound like metal striking metal.

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Hui Ding's clothes came undone, revealing his bronze muscles and skin that looked as if it were coated with gold powder.

Yao Feiran was somewhat surprised. The monk looked thin on the outside, but he was actually very muscular, as thick as an iron shield. He didn't look like he was over sixty years old at all.

The two engaged in a fierce battle, leaving the entire hall in ruins. Ordinary disciples kept their distance, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire, while only experts at the highest level and above dared to approach and watch.

Chu Chan exclaimed, "I was worried that this old bald monk would kidnap the sect leader, but now I realize that the sect leader has already reached a level we can't even imagine. Martial Aunt, should we go and help?"

The Supreme Elder Xiao Ru said with a solemn expression: "No need. Master Huiding is at a disadvantage. It seems that the Sect Leader is not using his full strength. It's as if he is toying with him."

"What?" Chu Chan's eyes widened. "You're actually at a disadvantage, just playing around?"

Meng Xiyun and the others were also shocked as they looked up. Over the years, no one had ever dared to make fun of Master Huiding.

At this moment, a change occurred on the field. Yao Feiran took out the Flowing Cloud Zither: "You monk do have some skill. After fighting with you for so long, it's time to end this."

Hui Ding was somewhat exhausted. His Golden Bell Shield technique was extremely taxing on his internal energy, and the opponent's attacks were fierce, causing him a dull ache in his lungs.

hum-

The strings vibrated, producing a long, deep tone. The vibrato intensified, like the booming of a bone bell. His blood and qi began to surge. In an instant, a high note burst forth, like a cold blade piercing the air. Master Huiding experienced tinnitus and dizziness. His golden bell shield was broken, and blood seeped from his ears. He instantly looked decades older.

"This humble monk is ready."

"Master, I'm quite interested in your Golden Bell Shield technique. Why don't you teach me, and I'll let you go?"

"The Golden Bell Cover technique is a secret skill of Huayan Temple, which this humble monk cannot reveal."

"You're already the sect leader, why are you still talking about unpassed skills? These rules are dead."

Master Dinghui's face darkened slightly, and he closed his eyes, not wanting to look at Yao Feiran.

"I cannot agree to that."

Master Dinghui closed his eyes, appearing indifferent to life and death. Yao Feiran said leisurely, "I quite like that mountain peak of Huayan Temple. Why don't we have Xianmiao Valley move there? As for the disciples of Huayan Temple—"

"This humble monk can teach you, but I cannot pass it on to a second person. Moreover, the Golden Bell Cover is an extremely yang technique, and women need to use yin-level techniques to harmonize it in order to avoid going astray."

"I know. Although you have double standards, you've saved quite a few people, so I'll still give you this face."

Master Dinghui choked up and remained silent for a long time.

"Just tell me the formula."

Master Dinghui used his internal energy to drive the two of them, so that no one around could hear them talking. They began to recite the mantra of the Golden Bell Cover. Yao Feiran quickly memorized the contents of the technique. After digesting the technique, she began to practice it. A golden blush appeared on her body.

Master Dinghui's pupils shrank suddenly, as if struck by lightning, and after a long while he sighed.

"It seems you have already entered the path of cultivation. It is a rare talent in this world. I hope you will have a kind heart. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Master Yao was also a good man in the past and would not want his daughter to be stained with blood. Your maternal grandfather was a doctor who saved countless lives."

"Alright, you've been long-winded enough. I'm not some ruthless killer; I just repay kindness with kindness and settle scores with scores."

Even if he was worried, there was nothing he could do because he was not as skilled as the other master. Master Dinghui left dejectedly.

Yu Fengyuan was so anxious that bubbles were forming at the corners of her mouth. Yao Feiran was actually going to practice the Golden Bell Shield. When that bald monk activated the Golden Bell Shield, his clothes were torn to shreds and his muscles were exposed. Just thinking about how Yao Feiran had done the same thing sent a chill down her spine.

"Sect Leader, I've heard that this technique is for body tempering and requires mixing with medicinal liquids, which is extremely painful. Perhaps we shouldn't learn it."

"It's okay, I like to endure hardship."

"...But you're a girl, what if you become broad-shouldered and muscular after learning this?"

"Then I must be really good."

"..."

Prince Ding's Mansion

A pigeon landed in Li Fei's hand, and he opened the note.

Li Fei's expression changed drastically.

"Your Highness, Master Dinghui has failed."

"What?"

Yao Hanjin's face darkened. Master Dinghui had never been defeated in all these years, yet he had returned in defeat. His father had paid a great price to persuade Master Dinghui to come out of seclusion.

The wound on her arm was still throbbing, and Yao Feiran seemed to have become her nightmare.

Yao Ruohuan walked over nervously.

"Even Master Dinghui is no match for my sister, my husband. Don't worry. She hasn't made a move all these years. Perhaps she has let go of her hatred."

"Impossible—"

Unless she's dead, how could she possibly let go of her hatred now that she's at the height of her power?

"Just focus on your pregnancy, you don't need to worry about these things."

Yao Ruohuan nodded, patted her belly, and the worry on her face did not subside.

.....

The emperor also learned of the news and paced back and forth in his study.

"That woman is like a persistent ghost; we shouldn't have left any survivors when we sent people to kill her!"

The emperor sent many people as spies, and it seemed foolproof, but the woman still discovered them, resulting in the loss of many of their men.

Chief eunuch Wang Yong said, "Your Majesty, why not strike first and send men to attack Immortal Valley?"

"Wait a little longer."

The emperor had long had this idea. Lingyun Pavilion was that weapon before, but unfortunately, that weapon was ruined. Xianmiao Valley has developed too rapidly, and so far no one has been able to find out any information about it, which makes it easy for them to be in a passive position.

Wang Yong: "I heard that the Duchess of Yue and the Princess Consort of Ding are both relatives of Yao Feiran. Why don't we invite Yao Feiran back in their names and catch her like a turtle in a jar?"

"You're thinking too simply. Back then, Shen Qiumei neglected Yao Feiran, which is why Yao Feiran left the Duke's mansion. She has no feelings for these relatives at all." The Emperor rubbed his temples. "A bunch of useless good-for-nothings. Yao Feiran was still under control. Perhaps, for Shen Qiumei's sake, there was still room for maneuver."

"I will kill Yao Feiran sooner or later; even a thousand cuts would not be enough to quell my hatred."

At that moment, a voice drifted over.

"Stop plotting. Tell me the truth about what happened back then, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse."

The emperor froze, a chill instantly spreading through his body. He looked sharply in the direction the sound came from, not knowing when it had appeared behind him.

It's Yao Feiran.

Wang Yong shouted, "Where are the Imperial Guards! Where have they all gone? There are assassins!"

Yao Feiran kicked him, and Wang Yong's fat body rolled several times, not recovering for a long time.