socalfunplaces Chapter 26 Yue Lingshan and Laudenuo
Chapter 26 Yue Lingshan and Laudenuo
Yu Canghai was already consumed by rage over the tragic death of his son, and now, seeing his disciple killed before his eyes by a demonic weapon, he could no longer suppress the fury in his heart.
His triangular eyes were bloodshot, and he exuded a murderous aura.
Actually, this tactic of sowing discord isn't particularly clever.
What's most feared about the Black Blood Needle is actually the deadly poison on it, but Zhao Yu's two needles are completely non-toxic.
Normally, Yu Canghai would only need to examine it briefly to see through the trickery.
But, of all things, Tong Baixiong was right in front of him.
Just as Yu Canghai was staring at his disciple's corpse, Tong Baixiong had already stormed into the courtyard.
He spotted the short Taoist priest in a robe standing in the courtyard at a glance. He was taken aback for a moment, then shouted sternly, "Shorty Yu? So it's you! That brat just now said you wanted to team up with him to kill me?"
Tong Baixiong now completely believed what Zhao Yu had just said.
The Qingcheng Sect is located far away in Sichuan. If it weren't for a premeditated trap set against them, would all the core disciples of the sect have nothing better to do than travel thousands of miles to this remote place, Fuzhou?
Moreover, he had been chasing him all the way here, and Zhao Yu had barged straight in. What else could it be but leading him into a trap?
Yu Canghai's heart sank even further at this moment.
He came to Fuzhou secretly to steal the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual; this was a clandestine affair.
Now, an elder of the Sun Moon Cult suddenly led a group of people to attack him, killing his disciple and saying that he was going to surround and kill him.
This method of framing someone else is essentially no different from the one used when Yu Canghai's son died; the only difference is that Yu Canghai's son actually died.
Judging others by his own standards, his first thought was: the Sun Moon Cult is also after the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual!
Although the Qingcheng Sect does not have the same deep-seated hatred for the Sun Moon Sect as the Five Mountains Sword Sect.
However, the legitimate and criminal paths are inherently at odds, and there is absolutely no room for them to sit down and explain things calmly.
Moreover, with his disciple dying tragically before his eyes and surrounded by his own disciples, if Yu Canghai didn't dare to utter a single word, how could he possibly remain the leader of the Qingcheng Sect in the future?
Yu Canghai, his face grim, gripped his longsword tightly and retorted sharply, "Tong Baixiong! Your Sun Moon Sect has trespassed into my territory without cause, killing my disciples and injuring my members! You must give me an explanation for this!"
Upon hearing this, Tong Baixiong was taken aback at first, then glanced around and immediately realized that something was wrong.
It was supposed to be an encirclement and killing operation, but apart from the Qingcheng Sect members in front of them, there were no other experts from the Five Mountains Sword Sect, let alone Zhao Yu.
Even if he knew something was wrong, Tong Baixiong had roamed the martial arts world for decades, and had never been questioned like this before.
"Hahaha!" Tong Baixiong laughed loudly, then his face darkened. "I'll kill you if I want, what can you do to me, you shorty Yu?"
"I have important matters to attend to today. If you know what's good for you, you'd better obediently lead your men and get out of my way, and I might let it go. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless; I'll wipe out your entire Qingcheng Sect today!"
Yu Canghai was so angry that he trembled all over, and his face turned as red as a pig's liver.
He couldn't understand why Tong Baixiong suddenly appeared out of nowhere when he was about to take over the Fuwei Escort Agency and get his hands on the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual.
But now that things have come to this, he has nowhere left to retreat.
"Insolence!" Yu Canghai roared, drawing his longsword, its tassel fluttering. He stepped forward, the tip of his sword pointing directly at Tong Baixiong. "I want to see just how much skill your Sun Moon Divine Sect has! And how you ruthlessly attack!"
"Kill! Kill these demonic cult members!"
At Yu Canghai's command, the Qingcheng disciples around them drew their swords and charged towards the Sun Moon Sect members.
Yu Canghai swayed, his longsword flashing with a cunning and ruthless attack, aiming straight for Tong Baixiong's vital points.
Tong Baixiong swung his palms, his movements fierce and domineering, carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, as he charged forward.
A fierce battle between dragons and tigers has begun.
On a rooftop not far away, Zhao Yu sat cross-legged, one hand supporting his chin, watching with great interest, occasionally offering a comment.
"Alas, what a pity. If Tong Baixiong's palm had struck a little lower, Yu the Dwarf's arm would have been ruined. But then again, being short has its advantages; when someone is timid and hesitant, it's really hard to make a move."
"Oh, so you've even used the Heart-Shattering Palm? It does look somewhat like the Heart-Shattering Palm from the Nine Yin Manual. It's a pity, though. The form is similar, but the spirit is different. The inner workings are worlds apart. I wonder if this unique skill of the Qingcheng Sect has any connection with the one in the Nine Yin Manual."
He watched with a leisurely air, as if the two groups of people fighting below, whose blood was flowing like a river, were nothing more than actors performing on a stage.
Just as they were enjoying the spectacle, Zhao Yu suddenly raised an eyebrow and said loudly, "You two over there, you've been squatting by the wall for ages, aren't you tired? Come out, stop hiding."
As soon as he finished speaking, all around fell silent, except for the sounds of weapons clashing in the distance; there was no other noise.
Zhao Yu shook his head helplessly, and with a flick of his finger, a silver needle appeared in his hand: "What? Do I have to call you out before you'll show yourselves? Tong Baixiong chased after me and caused such a commotion just now; any martial artist in Fuzhou with a modicum of knowledge should have come to see. Do you think I'm bluffing you?"
As soon as these words were spoken, two figures, one old and one young, finally emerged from the shadows of the street below.
The elderly man at the head of the group was hunched over, his face full of wrinkles, looking like an honest, simple farmer.
He bowed repeatedly to Zhao Yu, smiling obsequiously, and said in a humble tone, "Great hero, please spare our lives! My grandfather and I were just passing by when we heard the fierce fighting inside, so we dared not go any further. We would never dare to disturb you, great hero, and we beg you to show mercy and let us pass."
Zhao Yu looked down and his brows furrowed instantly.
The woman behind the old man had a pockmarked face and two huge buck teeth; she was so ugly it was almost an eyesore.
He secretly thought to himself that Yue Lingshan's mask was too ugly. He was really curious about how thirsty Yu Renyan was to be able to have such a flirtatious thought about a face like that.
Indeed, the old man and the young girl were none other than Lao Denuo and Yue Lingshan, disciples of the Huashan Sect, who had come to Fuzhou to gather information on Yue Buqun's orders.
At this time, with an old man and a young man appearing here, Zhao Yu could naturally guess their origins.
However, the two clearly thought that Zhao Yu hadn't seen through their disguise and were still putting on a show.
Zhao Yu found it amusing and, too lazy to waste words with them, lightly touched the roof ridge with his toes and instantly appeared in front of the two.
Laudenuo and Yue Lingshan only felt a blur before their eyes, and before they could even see each other's movements, the person was already in front of them.
Laudenau was horrified and instinctively raised his hand to defend himself, but another afterimage flashed before his eyes. He felt a soft force hit his chest and staggered back three steps.
When Zhao Yu looked up again, he had a human skin mask in his hand.
Zhao Yu held up the mask, waved it at Yue Lingshan, and nodded in satisfaction: "That's right. A young girl in the prime of her life, why bother wearing such an ugly thing to cover up? It's disgusting."
Yue Lingshan subconsciously touched her cheek, finding it smooth. Only then did she realize that her mask had been removed without her noticing.
Her pretty face instantly flushed crimson, a mixture of shame and anger on her face. She reached out and lunged at Zhao Yu, shouting, "What's wrong with you? Give it back!"