Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

Everyone looked up at the same time.

At the top of the sloping mountain path leading to the Bright Summit Square, one could see...

Standing there was a young man dressed in white, as white as snow!

His white shirt fluttered in the cold wind, and he looked relaxed.

Strangely, there was a young girl standing next to him.

The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old and was wearing a simple light green cloth shirt.

But she gave off an impression of being someone who didn't seem to have grown up in this filthy world.

It was an ultimate purity, vibrancy, and flawlessness.

Her round, full face had a healthy, natural rosy glow.

Her large eyes were as bright as the most dazzling stars in the night sky, clear and without any impurities.

The girl was holding a seemingly ordinary, bright green bamboo stick in her arms.

She stood quietly beside Lin Xuan.

"Young Master Lin!!!"

I saw the man on the hillside.

Whether it was the five righteous factions that were charging into battle, or the Ming Cult members who were ready to fight to the death.

Even the murderous Abbess Miejue couldn't help but blurt out the same title!

Young Master Lin!

The once noisy and chaotic square fell into an eerie silence in an instant.

All eyes were focused on the two figures.

In the instant that everyone was still stunned!

Lin Xuan made a move.

He didn't even make any effort to build up his strength.

He simply took the little girl's hand beside him and took a step forward.

Two afterimages, separated by only a few steps.

Blink your eyes a few times.

Lin Xuan and the girl.

They had already crossed the layers of human defenses from the hillside dozens of feet away.

Silent yet deeply moving.

It appeared smoothly in the very center of the square, in the open core area in front of the two armies!

This terrifying movement technique caused all the martial arts masters present to gasp in astonishment.

"This is his martial arts skill..."

Song Yuanqiao shook his head with a wry smile.

Lin Xuan's move was hard to understand.

"Young Master Lin!"

Yang Xiao, Yin Tianzheng, and the others quickly stepped forward.

Although Lin Xuan arrived a little later than the agreed time, at this moment, he saw the true arrival of this pillar of strength.

The despair they had felt about death gradually faded away.

"Young Master Lin, you've finally arrived."

Although Abbess Miejue held Lin Xuan in awe, she was now holding the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

She maintained her imposing presence as a sect leader and asked in a cold voice:

"Now that you have arrived, young master, the seven-day period has come to an end. I wonder where this so-called 'culprit of the conspiracy' you have been searching for so many days is?!"

"Master, there's no need to rush."

Lin Xuan turned around, calmly patted A Qing's small hand beside him, and comforted the girl who was a little nervous because she had seen so many strangers.

Chapter 361: Cheng Kun

At this moment, all the noise in the center of the square temporarily ceased.

The two groups of people separated like the tide, and countless suspicious gazes focused on Lin Xuan.

"Young Master Lin, has the mastermind behind this been caught?"

One of the five elders of Kongtong, known for his fiery temper, stepped forward and loudly demanded, "If you, young master, fail to find that person within these seven days, then we will abide by our previous agreement and raze Bright Peak to the ground today!"

Faced with such a subtly coercive question.

Lin Xuan remained standing with his hands behind his back.

"Please don't rush, everyone."

Lin Xuan's eyes quickly scanned the square.

Finally, a faint smile of interest appeared on his lips. "Before we find that person, why don't you all be patient and listen to a story first?"

"Tell a story?"

This statement came out.

Not only the people from the six major sects, but even the high-ranking members of the Ming Cult standing behind Lin Xuan looked at each other in bewilderment, completely clueless.

What time is it?

At this critical juncture of life and death, with swords drawn and crossbows ready to fire, isn't the goal to find the mastermind behind it all?

How come Lin Xuan has the leisure to gossip here?

but.

Because of Lin Xuan's terrifying and invincible prestige, no one present dared to interrupt, no matter how impatient they were.

Even Abbess Miejue could only suppress her murderous intent and listen with a stern face.

"It was about twenty years ago."

Lin Xuan's unhurried voice echoed in the empty square.

"Your Ming Cult's previous leader, Yang Dingtian, married a beautiful woman. However, before that, this woman had a childhood sweetheart and a senior brother with whom she had a very deep relationship."

Upon hearing the name Yang Dingtian, the faces of the Ming Cult members immediately turned solemn.

Yin Tianzheng and Yang Xiao listened intently, sensing that this long-buried past was also a mystery they had been searching for for many years.

"This senior brother's name is Cheng Kun."

Lin Xuan continued, "Cheng Kun watched helplessly as his beloved junior sister married Yang Dingtian, and his heart was naturally filled with deep hatred. So, he secretly had an affair with that lady, and even chose the secret passage of Bright Peak, an absolutely forbidden area of ​​the Ming Cult, as the location for their rendezvous."

Upon hearing these words...

A slight commotion immediately broke out in the square.

Such gossip and scandals concerning the former leader's changing color were a bolt from the blue for the members of the Ming Cult!

Zhou Dian almost jumped up and cursed Lin Xuan for slander, but Yang Xiao held him down firmly.

Lin Xuan did not pause.

He continued to reveal the tragedy that changed the landscape of the martial arts world in a calm tone:

"By chance, Yang Dingtian, who was cultivating the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth in a secret passage, stumbled upon this couple in their illicit affair. Enraged, the leader of the sect suffered a backflow of his inner energy, resulting in a qi deviation that caused him to die on the spot!"

"The lady felt guilty and committed suicide by Yang Dingtian's side, leaving only Cheng Kun behind."

"From that moment on, Cheng Kun frantically transferred all his resentment over his junior sister's suicide and the loss of everything onto your Ming Cult!"

Lin Xuan's gaze flashed like lightning, shooting towards the Shaolin Sect's location on the other side.

"He vowed to destroy the Ming Cult! So, he concealed his identity, joined the Shaolin Temple, became a disciple of the monk Kongjian, and adopted the alias Yuanzhen!"

boom!

The name was revealed.

The bald monks in the Shaolin Temple camp had a drastic change in expression!

The monks were so shocked that they could barely hold their prayer beads!

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Master Kongxing, the most hot-tempered of them all, immediately jumped out and loudly retorted, “Nephew Yuanzhen has always been compassionate and profound in Buddhist teachings! He has cultivated diligently in my Shaolin for many years, how could he possibly be such a wicked person who sows discord and harbors malicious intentions? Young Master Lin, even if you cannot find the murderer, you should not speak such nonsense and slander my Shaolin disciples!”

Lin Xuan smiled faintly at Kong Xing's question.

"Oh? Since Master says Yuanzhen is a good monk, then may I ask, Master, where is your 'compassionate' nephew Yuanzhen now, in this grand martial arts event of eradicating the demonic sect?"

Hearing Lin Xuan's question in return.

The anger on the faces of the Shaolin disciples turned into a trace of grief.

Abbot Kongwen stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and spoke in a deep voice:

“Amitabha. Young Master Lin, you may not know this, but my nephew Yuanzhen has unfortunately passed away and is no longer in this world.”

"Nirvana?"

Lin Xuan let out a long, sarcastic laugh.

"What a convenient excuse for his supposed passing away! Abbot, you've all been fooled by him!"

Lin Xuan stopped smiling.

"He didn't die at all! His supposed death in battle was just a trick he used to fake his death and escape in order to disappear into the shadows at a crucial moment!"

"If I'm not mistaken, he's still alive and well in this world! And he's been watching you two fight between good and evil!"

These words were like a thunderclap out of nowhere!

Not only the Shaolin Sect, but also the members of the six major sects and the Ming Cult present were completely aroused by the bizarre and shocking story told by Lin Xuan, which was full of earth-shattering conspiracies!

If what Lin Xuan said is true!

Weren't they all being used as puppets by this man named Cheng Kun, fighting each other to the death?

"Young Master Lin!"

Song Yuanqiao's expression was grave. He clasped his hands and asked loudly, "Since you say this person is not dead, then who exactly is he now? Where is he hiding?"

"Yes! Where is he?! Make him come out and confront us!"

The crowd's emotions were ignited, and they all asked loudly.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly, his eyes still scanning one spot.

Where else could he go?

Lin Xuan's tone was low and somber.

"This man hates the Ming Cult to the core. He has been plotting for twenty years, all for this day."

"Therefore, he will absolutely not hide thousands of miles away waiting for news. He will definitely be there in person! He wants to be on Bright Peak to watch your six major sects and the Ming Cult fight to the death! He wants to watch with his own eyes how the Ming Cult, which he hates the most, is wiped out!"

"So...this person..."

Lin Xuan's gaze suddenly locked on!

"He has actually been hiding right among you thousands of people all along!"

"what?"

People from both the righteous and the evil paths heard these words.

Like a herd of startled beasts, they all gasped in shock.

Everyone tensed up instantly, turning their heads warily and glancing around at their companions with fear.

They were terrified that the insidious and vicious mastermind was standing right next to them, ready to stab them in the back at any moment!

At this time.