Narration System for the Journey of Martial Arts

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Before he could draw his sword again, Gongsun Hong waved his hand, and dozens of Invincible Sect disciples in the back row raised their hands, sending a dense barrage of hidden weapons flying towards him like locusts.

Left with no other choice, Yan Chongtian could only swing his sword to protect himself. A circle of sword light deflected and bounced off the hidden weapons, instantly injuring dozens more Wudi Sect disciples. After Yan Chongtian deflected the hidden weapons, the Wudi Sect members, under Gongsun Hong's command, began firing hidden weapons at the Chongzhen Sect disciples in all directions. Yan Chongtian had no choice but to step forward to protect them.

Under Gongsun Hong's command, the disciples of the Invincible Sect fought and retreated. Yan Chongtian had no time to pay attention to them and hurriedly headed towards the main hall.

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Among the crowd, Chisong and Cangsong looked at each other in bewilderment as they watched Yan Chongtian display his divine power and wield his sword like a god.

"Was that the senior brother just now?"

"Should... should be."

"He...wasn't he supposed to be crippled in martial arts?"

I don't know.

The two exchanged a glance, a hint of fear creeping into their eyes, sensing that some conspiracy was brewing around them.

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Amidst the billowing dust, a muffled groan was heard, and the next moment, Qingsong's figure was thrown out like a cannonball, with Dugu Wudi's figure swiftly pursuing him.

Before he could land, Qingsong flicked his wrist, and five hidden weapons shot toward the pursuing Dugu Wudi. Dugu Wudi snorted coldly, yanked his cloak and flung it out, the flexible cloak swirling the hidden weapons toward the ground.

Qingsong had already landed, his toes barely touching the ground before a long sword flew up and landed in his hand. He moved like a wisp of smoke to Dugu Wudi's side, the long sword flashing as seven sword flowers pierced Dugu Wudi's seven acupoints.

Dugu Wudi retreated rapidly, his sleeves billowing out like steel plates, the powerful energy blocking his path. The sword tip struck the plate, making a "thud..." sound.

When Qingsong's sword strike failed to achieve its goal, his gaze sharpened, realizing that Dugu Wudi's internal strength had advanced further. He immediately raised his longsword, the tip of which was like a spear, as fast as lightning, and thrust it towards Dugu Wudi's eyes.

Dugu Wudi swayed and leaned backward, shifting his body in mid-air and rotating to the right. He drew his right hand from his waist, and a soft sword instantly straightened like a spear, meeting Qingsong's sword tip.

With a "clang," the two swords clashed, and the two men simultaneously took a step back before attacking each other. A flash of cold light appeared as the Green Pine Sword moved slowly but was actually fast, combining strength with gentleness. The true energy intertwined and guided the sword, deflecting Dugu Wudi's fierce swordsmanship.

Dugu Wudi knew he couldn't gain an advantage in swordsmanship, but fortunately his internal strength surpassed that of Qingsong. He immediately played to his strengths and avoided his weaknesses, using wide and sweeping moves. He wielded his soft sword like a broadsword, going straight and direct, only using his internal energy to injure people.

As a result, Qingsong became more constrained, and over time, he found it increasingly difficult to withstand the fierce and domineering true energy, and for a time, he was at a disadvantage.

After a few moves, Qingsong looked anxious, knowing he couldn't just sit and wait to die. After taking a direct hit from Dugu Wudi's sword, he ignored the trembling in his meridians and immediately rushed backward.

Dugu Wudi snorted coldly, his figure as fast as lightning, closely following behind Qingsong, his palms as hard as mountains, striking towards Qingsong; Qingsong had no choice but to turn around and meet the attack.

The four palms clashed silently. Qing Song's eyes widened as he felt a powerful surge of true energy flowing into his body. It was Dugu Wudi forcing his true energy to clash. Qing Song immediately mobilized his true energy to meet the attack, and for a moment the two were evenly matched!

Just then, Yan Chongtian had already reached the entrance of the main hall with his sword. Without hesitation, he moved like a flying catkin and thrust his sword into Dugu Wudi's back.

Facing attacks from both sides, Dugu Wudi grunted and forcefully channeled his true energy into Qingsong's meridians, instantly shaking off Qingsong's hands. He turned his body to the side, taking the full force of Yan Chongtian's sword strike to his left chest as he staggered forward.

The pine tree was suddenly infused with true energy into its meridians, and the balance it had been barely maintaining was instantly shattered. The two streams of true energy within its body, which were aligned to oppose the external forces, became entangled and chaotic. Faced with the external force that was annihilating its true energy, its meridians were instantly severely injured and on the verge of breaking.

While suspended in mid-air, Dugu Wudi struck Qingsong's chest four times with both palms, who was coughing up blood. Qingsong was caught off guard and never expected Dugu Wudi to be so reckless. Dugu Wudi broke through his defenses and struck him on the chest with a palm. "Pfft..." He spat out a mouthful of blood and then fell silent.

Dugu Wudi leaped over the pine tree, flicked his right hand to throw it toward the person behind him, and with a leap, he was already in front of Fu Yushu. Then he grabbed Fu Yushu's right shoulder and jumped onto the roof.

Dugu Wudi snorted coldly, knowing it was not a place to stay for long, and immediately grabbed Fu Yushu and left.

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When Chisong and Cangsong arrived with their men, they saw only a square that looked as if it had been ravaged by artillery fire and Qingsong and Baishi, who were seriously injured and dying.

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes lighting up with joy as they felt a golden opportunity had presented itself. The serious injuries of Jiang Tao and Guo Xiang were no longer of any importance.

The two quickly approached Yan Chongtian and saw that Yan Chongtian had one hand on Qingsong's wrist and the other hand continuously channeling true energy into his back.

"Senior Brother, you..." the two said hesitantly.

Yan Chongtian snorted coldly and shouted, "Get out of the way."

Chisong and Cangsong were so angry that they dared not meet Yan Chongtian's gaze and retreated to the side to direct the others to tidy up the square.

After a long while, Yan Chongtian released Qingsong with a dejected expression, walked quickly to Lun Wan'er's side, grasped Baishi's wrist, and instantly felt half of his heart turn cold.

"Master Uncle, where is Fei Yang?" Lun Wan'er asked blankly. Yan Chongtian's expression froze, and he realized that Yun Fei Yang had not appeared at all.

However, he had no time to think about this problem at the moment, because Chisong and Cangsong had already arrived in front of him, saying in a light tone, "Senior Brother, the Sect Leader and Baishi have both passed away! Look..."

Chapter 276 The Funeral Hall Farce

At this point, regret was useless. Yan Chongtian forced himself to calm down and return to the spirited, wise, and alert Yan Chongtian of his youth.

Facing the red pine and the old pine, Yan Chongtian made no attempt to hide his sarcasm: "So what..."

For some reason, even though Yan Chongtian didn't seem angry, Chisong and Cangsong felt a chill in their hearts and sweat poured down their backs as they faced his indifferent demeanor, as if they had been transported back to that distant era.

Back then, Yan Chongtian was so dazzling. He was the most dazzling martial arts master in the Jianghu, a famous hero of his generation, and the senior brother of Wufeng Mountain who was respected by everyone!

Chisong swallowed hard and said, "Big...Senior Brother, the Sect Leader is dead. Shouldn't we start preparing the mourning hall? After all...after all...the dead should be respected." Cangsong stood behind with his head down, not daring to say a word.

Yan Chongtian glanced indifferently at Chisong, then turned his head and said, "Stop having those inappropriate thoughts. Otherwise..."

"No... I wouldn't dare... I should congratulate Senior Brother on recovering his martial arts skills," Chishong said with an awkward smile.

At this moment, the elders from all the other branches had gathered around and bowed to Yan Chongtian, saying, "Congratulations, Senior Brother, on the full recovery of your martial arts."

Yan Chongtian nodded and instructed, "Gather your disciples, tally the casualties, and set up the mourning hall!"

After saying that, he glanced at the pine trees and white stones on the ground and said to Lun Wan'er, "Go to the back mountain and see if Feiyang is there. Call him here."

Lun Wan'er nodded and headed towards the back mountain. Chisong and Cangsong exchanged a glance, and Cangsong said with dissatisfaction, "Senior Brother, the most important thing right now is to arrange things for the sect leader and the dead and injured disciples. Why did you bring Yun Feiyang, a pig farmer, here?"

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Yan Chongtian said, his eyes narrowing.

"No...no...Senior Brother, please don't misunderstand." Cangsong's legs went weak instantly, feeling a murderous aura pierce his heart.

Yan Chongtian snorted coldly: "Get back to work."

Red Pine and Old Pine wiped their foreheads and quickly left.

Yan Chongtian has decided to promote you to succeed as sect leader. Young man, your luck has arrived!

Yun Feiyang, sitting in the rocking chair in the backyard, shook his head upon seeing the narration.

Then his ears twitched, and he sighed, "It's not time yet!"

As he spoke, clouds seemed to rise around him, and invisible true energy enveloped him completely. The next second, Lun Wan'er had already rushed into the courtyard.

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"Feiyang, Feiyang, where are you? Something's happened to the sect leader, Feiyang."

Lun Wan'er walked past the rocking chair, opened the wooden door and glanced inside. She then searched around the courtyard, ignoring Yun Feiyang who was right in front of her.

"Feiyang, where have you been? Do you know that the sect leader is in trouble?" Lun Wan'er squatted in front of the door and sobbed softly.

After a long while, she got up, wiped away her tears, closed the door, and headed towards the front of the mountain. Not long after she left, Yun Feiyang's figure slowly appeared on the rocking chair.

"Don't worry, whether we live or die depends on our fate in the next few days."

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Front mountain.

A makeshift mourning hall has been set up inside the main hall.

In today's battle, the Chongzhen Sect suffered heavy casualties, with the sect leader and the next sect leader's disciple dying one after another, and nearly a hundred other disciples killed or wounded.

Inside the mourning hall, Qingsong and Baishi lay in their coffins, while Yan Chongtian sat silently on a chair to the side, letting Chisong and Cangsong below exchange glances.

At this moment, Mu Shi and Tie Shi, dressed in mourning clothes, knelt to the side, ready to receive and pay their respects. As the remaining true disciples of the sect leader's lineage, Yan Chongtian had granted them the right to kneel before the spirit.

Compared to the genuine emotions expressed by the two, the others, though saddened, were much better off; only the Chisong and Cangsong lineages seemed somewhat gloating, and when Jiang Tao and Guo Xiang, who had already awakened, offered their prayers, they did so perfunctorily.

Yan Chongtian saw all of this, but remained silent.

It wasn't until Lun Wan'er entered in mourning clothes and kowtowed before the memorial tablet that she shook her head sadly: "Senior Uncle, I couldn't find Fei Yang."

Yan Chongtian frowned, said nothing, and gestured for her to stand behind him.

By this time, all those who were supposed to come to pay their respects had already done so. Those who couldn't come were either physically disabled or seriously injured and unconscious.

Chisong looked around, then stepped forward and said, "Senior Brother, should we arrange for someone to notify the other sects to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony? Please give your instructions, Senior Brother."

“Father, you…” Lun Wan’er said unhappily. Chi Song glared at her, signaling her to shut up.

Yan Chongtian glanced at him and said sarcastically, "Without an acting sect leader or a sect leader, how can we welcome guests?"

“Well… Senior Brother, you are highly respected and naturally the best candidate for sect leader. I am certainly willing to recommend you to succeed as sect leader,” Chisong said.

Yan Chongtian chuckled, his meaning ambiguous, and said, "Oh? You're willing? I thought you were going to volunteer, Junior Brother."

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"It should be elected by everyone," a voice below said.

The scene fell silent instantly as everyone looked at the man, who was none other than Jiang Tao, Chishong's eldest disciple.

Jiang Tao snorted coldly and said, "Nowadays, there are many complicated matters. We must recommend a mature and prudent person who is familiar with worldly affairs, otherwise we will make a fool of ourselves."

Lun Wan'er's face turned angry and she was about to stand up and refute, but Yan Chongtian pulled her arm and shook his head, so Lun Wan'er stopped talking.

The other elders exchanged glances, and the elder of the Enforcement Hall stepped forward and said, "Senior Brother Yan was the best candidate to become the sect leader. The reason he stepped down back then was because he had made a mistake while practicing his martial arts. Now that Senior Brother Yan has fully recovered his martial arts, it is understandable that he should take over as sect leader."

The other elders all stood up and nodded in support of Yan Chongtian.

Jiang Tao said, "Grand Master Uncle has been detached from worldly affairs for many years. It's not impossible for him to take over as sect leader. But what if Grand Master Uncle loses his martial arts skills again? We can't just change sect leaders again! It's better to take the position right away."

The disciples began to discuss among themselves, while the disciples of Chishong and Cangsong stood by, cheering and supporting the nomination.

Yan Chongtian remained motionless until the scene calmed down before asking, "Chisong, Cangsong, what do you think?"

Chishong remained silent for a moment, then simply smiled and said, "It's all up to Senior Brother to decide."

Yan Chongtian nodded and said, "Okay."

As he spoke, he got up to refill the incense and candles on the memorial tablet. Before Chisong and Cangsong could show any joy, Yan Chongtian rubbed his hands together, and a stick of incense broke into countless small pieces. With a wave of his right hand, these sticks of incense immediately turned into sharp swords and flew out.

Jiang Tao and Guo Xiang, who had been shouting the loudest just moments before, along with several other disciples, were instantly shot through the top of their heads, their eyes bulging out, and they were dead beyond any doubt.

The disciples all took a step back in fright. Yan Chongtian turned around, his face as cold as frost: "Chisong, Cangsong, have I been too lenient with you?"

Only then did Chisong and Cangsong remember that Yan Chongtian was also a ruthless killer back then. He not only killed Fu Tianwei's son, but also stormed into Xiaoyao Valley, imprisoned Fu Tianwei for life, and even destroyed Xiaoyao Valley.

At this moment, Yan Chongtian, who once made decisions with a single word, was decisive in killing, and was respected by everyone in Chongzhen, has returned!

With a thud, Chisong and Cangsong knelt down on the ground, cold sweat instantly soaking the floor: "Senior Brother, no...it has nothing to do with us, it was...it was Jiang Tao and Guo Xiang who made the decision on their own. We really didn't know."

Yan Chongtian ignored them, his cold gaze sweeping across the mourning hall. His killing intent made the air icy and chilling, causing everyone to tremble from the bottom of their hearts. All the disciples lowered their heads, not daring to look him in the eye.

Yan Chongtian turned to look at the memorial tablet. After a long while, when everyone felt that each day was an eternity, he said in a low voice, "I warned you before not to have any improper thoughts. Chisong and Cangsong, you have really grown up and have your own ideas now."

"Senior Brother, we are fellow disciples!" Cangsong cried.

Yan Chongtian suddenly turned around and struck out with his palm. With a "bang", Cangsong crashed hard into the pillar of the hall. Yan Chongtian pointed at them and said, "If we weren't fellow disciples, I should have killed you two pieces of trash just now."

Chapter 277: The Position of the Sect Leader

Cangsong sensed the weakening killing intent in Yan Chongtian's tone, immediately got up, knelt before the memorial tablet, and swore, "Senior Brother, I swear, I will obey you in everything, and I will never have any disloyal intentions."

Chishong nodded and said, "I will follow your instructions, Senior Brother."

Yan Chongtian snorted coldly and looked at them, saying, "Qingsong has been too lenient with you, which has given you the courage to act recklessly."

He glanced at the corpse on the ground with annoyance and said, "Jiang Tao, Guo Xiang and the others, disturbed the mourning hall, disrupted the sect rules, and attempted to split Chongzhen. Their crimes are unforgivable. Drag them away and throw them into the abyss behind the mountain."

The elder of the Enforcement Hall immediately stepped forward to receive the order, and then with a wave of his hand, disciples of the Enforcement Hall stepped forward and dragged the people away.

After a moment, Yan Chongtian asked, "Now, does anyone have any objections? Red Pine? Old Pine?"

Everyone bowed and prostrated themselves, saying in unison, "We will obey your command."

Yan Chongtian snorted coldly, looked at Chisong and Cangsong kneeling to the side, and said after a long while...

"If Chisong and Cangsong allow their disciples to covet the position of sect leader, they will be punished by being confined to the forbidden area and forced to copy the sect rules a hundred times. If any disciple leaves the forbidden area without the sect leader's order, it will be considered treason, and all disciples will be executed."

"As for the choice of sect leader, I will discuss it with the other elders. You may step down when there is nothing else to do. You can come to offer incense and prayers every day."

After saying that, he waved his hand impatiently, signaling the two to be taken away. A moment later, the mourning hall returned to silence.

After everyone else had left, Yan Chongtian said to Mu Shi and Tie Shi, who were kneeling in mourning, "Your master and senior brother have passed away. You must see them off properly. These past few days have been tough."

Mu Shi cried and said, "Thank you so much, Master Uncle, for making the decision."

Yan Chongtian nodded and said to the other elders...