"You're transported to another world at the same time? What the hell is King Arthur?"

Master Mo was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down his face. He recalled how he had once been young and impetuous, wanting to achieve what the previous thirteen leaders of Hengshan had failed to do: to strengthen Hengshan and make it comparable to Shaolin and Wudang.

But reality later slapped him in the face.

Let him know what it means to be in a vast world, and what it means to be surrounded by experts.

At that time, Mount Hua was like the sun shining brightly in the sky.

Not only are there many top-notch experts.

There was even a Feng Qingyang who aspired to the title of Sword Saint.

After finally outlasting Huashan and Feng Qingyang, and with his own martial arts skills greatly improved, he was no longer afraid of being underestimated in his middle age. However, he then encountered Zuo Lengchan, who was determined to improve his career, and had no choice but to swallow his anger and be forced to accept the adage of not being underestimated in his old age.

Mo Da had thought that everything was going to fall apart and that he should just accept his fate, but unexpectedly, the disciple he had taken in out of kindness gave him such a big surprise.

Not only did he master the Hengshan Secret Hundred Transformations and Thousand Illusions Cloud and Mist Thirteen Styles, but he even transformed the sword into a palm, forging his own path that even he himself found difficult to counter.

This was back then.

Even Master Zhang is nothing special!

"Great! Great!!"

Mr. Mo was thrilled and agreed to Zhang Tian's request to personally deliver the message to Liu Zhengfeng and discuss the details.

The other party has arrived at the foot of Mount Heng.

Tonight is the night to eliminate the traitor within!

Zhang Tian secretly admired the other party's decisiveness in taking action, acknowledging that he was the only one of the Five Mountains Sect leaders to survive to the end.

He then descended the mountain overnight.

The lightness skill he learned from Wang Qinian, combined with the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique and the Swift Boots, made him move like a ghost across the steep mountain wall, disappearing as quickly as he walked on flat ground.

"You've arrived."

Under the moonlight.

Liu Zhengfeng looked up at the moon. Compared to before, his appearance had not changed much, but he was completely different.

He was lost in thought, after all, the person he was going to kill tonight was his second senior brother, Lu Lianrong, with whom he had a long-standing friendship, so he naturally had some hesitation.

Just then.

He heard the sound of someone stepping on and breaking tree branches behind him. He initially thought it was Mo Da, but when he turned around, his expression was one of utter astonishment.

There he saw his junior apprentice Zhang Tian standing silently on the tree, his hands clasped around his sword. A branch fell down beside him, the one Zhang Tian had just broken off, clearly done on purpose.

If that's not the case.

You may not even have noticed the other person's arrival.

What incredible agility!

Liu Zhengfeng was terrified when he saw the other person float down from the tree and land in front of him.

Zhang Tian bowed with his sword, "Greetings, Uncle Liu. My master sent me to deliver orders. Today, as planned, I will eliminate the traitors within the Demonic Sect."

After the deed is done, I will immediately descend the mountain and meet my nephew at our base in Hengshan, West Lake.

"Let us go together to find Tian Boguang, who has traveled ten thousand miles alone, and kill him!"

"One can absolve oneself of any involvement."

"Secondly, it can enhance the reputation of Hengshan and deter those who might secretly spy on us."

Liu Zhengfeng showed no unusual expression, after all, Mo Da had already informed him of these matters. He was still in shock at what had just happened. "Nephew, you just now..."

His face was full of suspicion. "Have you also practiced that harmful cultivation method?"

He discovered that Zhang Tian's martial arts skills had improved by leaps and bounds in just a short period of time, to such an exaggerated degree.

You should know that the last time the two of them fought, they did so...

The other party wouldn't go that far.

He immediately had a bad feeling that Zhang Tian had succumbed to temptation and gone to practice the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual. He was filled with blame and anger at Zhang Tian's lack of self-control.

Liu Zhengfeng is over fifty years old, surrounded by children and grandchildren, and has enjoyed the joys of family life. But Zhang Tian? At such a young age, he chose to sever his family's lineage. It's truly... truly...

Liu Zhengfeng didn't know what to say.

Zhang Tian did indeed practice the evil-repelling sword manual, but he used a different method, which allowed him to succeed without castration.

Of course, this cannot be said aloud.

Otherwise, it would definitely hurt the other person's feelings.

So Zhang Tian made a high-EQ statement, simply mentioning that he had been cultivating on Mount Heng these days, immersing himself in the library, reading extensively, and that he had suddenly gained some enlightenment, which was why his martial arts had improved so much. "I suppose it is the blessings of the ancestors of Mount Heng in the dark."

Liu Zhengfeng naturally didn't believe it.

After all, he had lived in Hengshan for so many years, but he had never encountered any talk of ancestral blessings. Besides, when has Hengshan ever produced such a powerful figure?

But when he saw Zhang Tian perform a set of so-called Cloud and Mist Scattered Hands, his movements were as invisible as the wind and as unrestrained as the clouds, and his palm shadows were numerous, transforming into wind, rain and clouds.

This made him gasp in shock on the spot.

Just like Mr. Mo Da, they were shocked one after another.

A very long time.

Liu Zhengfeng, just emerging from his shock, spoke with a bitter tone, "The Yangtze River's back waves push the front waves forward, and new people replace the old in the world. The ancients were truly right!"

"Hengshan will have a leader like you in the future."

"I'm relieved now."

He suddenly realized that his senior brother was absolutely right.

Incompetent older generations like them should retire from the martial arts world and leave Hengshan, handing over the sect to the younger generation to take charge.

The so-called "disaster at Mount Song".

The so-called Shaolin and Wudang.

The so-called evil cult.

There's nothing to be afraid of anymore.

In the blink of an eye, everything vanished.

As if sensing something, Liu Zhengfeng took the flute from his waist and began to play it in the night wind: "A laugh echoes across the vast sea, the tides surge on both shores."

It was a masterpiece he had created with his close friend Qu Yang, two great music theorists, some time ago. It was already excellent, but now it has been polished to an even higher level.

In his youth, Zhang Tian studied ancient music for a period of time in order to win Mo Da's favor and become a disciple of Hengshan. He even came to appreciate it for a while.

He sensed the emotions emanating from Liu Zhengfeng's flute playing.

Savor it carefully.

Suddenly realized the truth.

He had always felt that the Cloud and Mist Scattered Hand technique he learned from Zhang Tian in Joy of Life was missing something, and now he finally understood.

On a whim.

They danced and waved their hands under the moonlight.

As he swung his sword through the clouds, a strong wind rose from all directions, sometimes light, sometimes heavy. At first, it sounded like the howling of ghosts and wolves, completely unpredictable. But as it moved on, the sound of the wind began to subtly match the sound of Liu Zhengfeng's flute.

The palm strikes themselves appear unsteady.

At this moment, the Cloud Mist Scattering Hand truly grasped the essence of Ye Liuyun's Cloud Scattering Hand, truly obtaining three-tenths of its spirit, rather than merely possessing its form.

Seeing this, Liu Zhengfeng's eyes widened in surprise. As if he had remembered something, he quickly said kindly, "Nephew, your palm technique is missing something."

"We don't lack anything."

"It's missing! It's missing the sheet music I was supposed to play!"

Liu Zhengfeng was skilled at playing musical instruments, but he only had a superficial understanding of the flute. His eyes were filled with longing, after all, music was ultimately a niche genre, and how many people in the world could even hear of it?

If it can be integrated into martial arts.

Just like the poem Li Bai wrote for Wang Lun back then.

This will surely become a beautiful story for all time.

Even in death, a person leaves a name behind!

"Could you please name this move, my martial uncle?"

"It's called The Smiling, Proud Wanderer."

"Is it alright?"