The Young Swordsman: The Taoist Priest of Qingcheng Has Descended the Mountain

Many people abstain from meat and have shaved heads, yet they do despicable things behind the scenes.

But I know that the true Buddha is here, not in the stomach.

Wuxin pressed his heart, where there was a Buddha statue, unlike any other Buddha statue.

The Buddha in his heart has the Dharma name "Forget-Worry".

Wen Liang's eyes lit up: "Not bad, not bad, monk, you are more like a monk than many others. I, Wen Liang, am truly fortunate to know someone like you."

Of course, to be able to meet the Immortal of Freedom is a blessing earned through ten lifetimes of good deeds.

Zhou Zhenhuan listened to the youngsters chatting about interesting things in the martial arts world, holding his wine glass, and looked at Old Master Tang, who had already made his decision.

Old Master Tang seemed to sense his gaze, his face resolute.

"Master, could you exchange my life for the reputation of the Tang Clan?"

Upon hearing this, even Wuxin fell silent, and everyone turned to look at him.

Zhou Zhenhuan raised an eyebrow: "It seems that the old master has already made a decision."

"I had no choice, did I?"

Old Master Tang was filled with sorrow. He thought he had planned everything, but he never imagined that the final outcome was already predetermined.

Zhou Zhenhuan smiled and said, "Perhaps you have no choice, but this time you can choose to be a good person."

Upon hearing this, Old Master Tang smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you for your magnanimity, Master. From now on, my Tang Clan will certainly uphold our principles and safeguard the righteous path of the martial world."

Zhou Huanzhen raised his glass: "Come on, everyone, don't sit down, let's toast the old man."

After drinking his wine, Old Master Tang turned and walked out.

"Tang Xuan, Tang Huang, Tang Qisha, what are you bastards doing?"

The Dark River actually tried to massacre the righteous martial arts world during the Heroes' Banquet!

"Quickly follow me to uphold justice in the martial arts world!"

The old man's voice boomed in the darkness, filling the universe with righteous energy.

Chapter 138 The Real Killer: Su Muyu

Su Changhe stared in disbelief at his chest, where a thin sword pierced his heart.

He turned around with difficulty and met Su Muyu's face, which seemed to never change its expression.

"Why... why?"

Xie Qidao's sword was completely broken, riddled with holes by Tang Lian. Without his dominant hand to wield the sword, coupled with his fallen cultivation level and advanced age, he was the first to die.

As for Xie Jiu, who was known as the Little Killing God, he was charred black, a result of being roasted by Sikong Qianluo's Fiery Spear.

The group that set up the formation lost their lives the moment they were sacrificed.

Su Changhe truly lived up to his reputation as a master. Even though he hadn't fully recovered from the injuries inflicted by Dao Jianxian, he still managed to fight Lei Yunhe to a standstill.

The blood sacrifice formation they set up was designed to suppress strength.

But to his utter surprise, Su Muyu, who was locked in a fierce battle with a group of juniors, turned on him and stabbed him in the back.

This sudden turn of events caused Lei Wujie and the others to instinctively stop what they were doing, their eyes filled with confusion.

Lei Yunhe frowned and reached out to stop the little ones who were about to rush forward.

"Don't move, let's see what happens."

In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through Lei Yunhe's mind, and he even suspected that this was a conspiracy by the Dark River.

However, the price is a bit too high.

"Elder, haven't you figured it out yet?"

I disagreed with your decision from the very beginning.

But I have no choice. I am the head of the Su family, and the Su family is also part of the Dark River.

It wasn't until Su Changli died that I became certain of my own thoughts.

By doing this, you will only drag the Dark River into the abyss.

Su Changli is your younger brother, and also a member of my Su family.

But you remained unmoved, thinking he was useless and hadn't completed the task.

Your mind is only focused on the task at hand.

I can't help but think, if you treat your own brother like this, what about us?

Is it also a pawn that can be discarded at any time?

Of course, assassins don't value their lives, but Su Changli is different.

You should know that he's more like a swordsman than an assassin.

I don't want any future members of the Su family to live like this.

Assassins are fearless, but they also have families. The Dark River is what makes it the Dark River; it is because these families are united and willing to fight to the death.

What is their purpose in fighting so desperately?

I just wanted to make this family better.

But you trampled on their reason for fighting so hard.

Furthermore, what makes you so convinced that the carefree immortal wouldn't make a move?

That guy always does whatever he wants. Maybe tomorrow he'll suddenly remember this and destroy the Dark River in the blink of an eye.

This was never a wise plan.

Su Muyu slowly drew his sword. Only he knew that the Dao Sword Immortal had shown him mercy back then.

The so-called intention to kill him was nothing but a play.

Su Muyu naturally wanted the Dark River to move towards the light, but definitely not through this method, otherwise how would it be different from the Dark River before?

Therefore, Su Changhe must die.

Such a patriarch leads his people not toward light, but toward destruction.

Su Changhe stared at Su Muyu with a complicated expression, and finally slowly collapsed to the ground, losing all vitality.

However, he died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Su Muyu, what tricks are you playing now?"

Su Muyu dropped the sword from her hand, her face calm.

"There are no tricks involved; this is a matter for our Dark River."

This operation stemmed from one person's wrong decision.

And I want to correct this decision.

I am very clear about one thing: if the whole world fears a power, then that power is not far from destruction.

I've talked a bit too much today.

"May I leave now?"

Lei Yunhe frowned, while Sikong Qianluo was somewhat annoyed.

"You just want to leave? Then all the hardships we've endured along the way have been for nothing?"

Who knows if you're plotting something?

Su Muyu stared at Sikong Qianluo for a long time, then sighed.

"If the three of you weren't disciples of that person, do you really think you could have safely arrived here?"

"Your strength is indeed quite good among the younger generation, but you don't really think my Dark River has no experts, do you?"

Sikong Qianlu frowned: "What do you mean by this?"

Xiao Se sighed: "What he meant was that from beginning to end, this was actually a test, a test for us. The people of Dark River never intended to kill us. This was because of Master's face."

"You're quite clever. You must be Xiao Chuhe. You have a good master."

However, you should be aware that someone really wants to kill you, so be careful.

The underground river is currently rife with internal affairs; farewell.

Su Muyu left, and Lei Yunhe did not stop her.

"This Su Muyu is no ordinary person; her strength is much greater than I expected."

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves rang out; it was the Eight Steeds of Leimen who had gone out to search for Lei Wujie and his group.

"Uncle-Master? Junior Brother Lei Wujie, we've finally found you?"

When the group returned to Lei Family Fortress, they realized that the atmosphere there seemed a bit off.

Inside the courtyard, many corpses lay scattered about, most of them dressed in black and masked, assassins from the Dark River.

Tang Ze, holding Old Master Tang's corpse, looked somewhat out of place among the pile of bodies.

Just now, Tang Ze and Tang Xuan from the Tang Clan, under the witness of that carefree immortal, reached a deal with the Thunder Clan.

Despite falling victim to the Dark River's scheme, the old patriarch still went on a killing spree, joining forces with the Lei family to thwart the Dark River's plot.

When the guests woke up, they learned of the attack from the underground river. Unfortunately, everyone had been poisoned and was weak and powerless. By the time they recovered, they found that the situation was already hopeless.

"Old Master Tang is a true hero!"

Although the Lei family members felt uncomfortable, they also knew very well that this matter could not be brought up in person.

The Tang Clan is, after all, the Tang Clan. If they were to truly overturn the table, the Tang Clan would surely be disgraced. However, in that case, the strength of Snow Moon City would be greatly weakened.

With the old master gone, the next successor will inevitably be Tang Lianyue.

Tang Lianyue naturally favored the faction of Snow Moon City.

As for Tang Xuan and his group, even if they had their own intentions, Zhou Zhenhuan believed they were no match for Tang Lianyue.

Therefore, it should be regarded as a farce.

The Tang Clan's reputation was preserved, and Snow Moon City's strength was not weakened.

Lei Men naturally suffered a loss, but Tang Men also provided substantial compensation.

With the banquet for heroes turned out like this, no one had any appetite left, and they all took their leave.

The entire Raimon Gate was in chaos and utter confusion.

Zhou Zhenhuan had eaten and drunk his fill, and his disciples, along with Tang Lianye and Ruoyi, who were not interested in the food, all gathered in the small courtyard where he was resting.

“You’ve all been working so hard these past few days, why aren’t you resting? What are you doing here?”

You're disturbing my peace and quiet.

"Master, I don't understand." Sikong Qianluo, holding two rabbits, sat down opposite Zhou Huanzhen.

Qingfeng and Mingyue jumped onto the table and quickly climbed onto Zhou Huanzhen's shoulder, gesturing as if to complain about the hardships they had endured along the way.

Chapter 139 The Tragic Lone Sword Immortal

Zhou Zhenhuan calmed Qingfeng and Mingyue down before glancing at his eldest disciple and then at Lei Wujie, Xiao Se, and the others.

These youthful, innocent faces seem to have matured a bit after going through this ordeal.

Zhou actually felt quite gratified.

People cannot teach others, but things can teach them once.

That's how it is when you're wandering the world; you can't teach someone how to do it.

What about you? What do you think?

Zhou Huanzhen's gaze fell on Xiao Se, whose heart tightened. He tentatively said, "Master thinks that whether the Tang Clan is destroyed or not is actually unimportant. But not destroying it would be more beneficial than destroying it."

At least, the martial arts world will be more stable.