The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun

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"Archery!"

Upon seeing the martial arts figures appearing on the opposite bank, Tong Baixiong frowned and raised his hand to give an order.

The rain of arrows forced the martial arts practitioners on the opposite bank to retreat.

“Master, the pool in front of us is blocking our way. There are no boats on the shore, and the demonic sect on the other side is also shooting arrows. We can’t cross.”

A martial arts practitioner said to Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning didn't say much, he just glanced at the spirit snake.

The serpent understood, and its massive body slowly submerged into the water. The blood-red color spread across the surface of the pool from it, washing away the bloodstains on the serpent's body.

The demonic cult members who were still swimming in the pool were terrified when they saw the spirit snake enter the water, and they swam frantically with all their might.

They were already terrified of the spirit snake, and now that both sides were in the water and the snake had disappeared underwater, their fear was amplified, as they were afraid that a gaping maw would suddenly appear beneath their feet.

At this moment, martial arts practitioners with bows and arrows also nocked their arrows and shot them at the members of the demonic sect in the water.

These members of the evil cult in the water are now sitting ducks, and no matter how many arrows the martial arts practitioners on the shore shoot, they cannot retaliate.

Under the barrage of arrows, many members of the demonic cult screamed as they sank into the water, while other members were forced to dive underwater to avoid being seen.

However, holding their breath underwater for extended periods forces them to surface for air, and they are instantly killed the moment they do so.

Seeing the martial arts practitioners on the other side shooting their followers so recklessly, Tong Baixiong's face turned extremely ugly, but there was nothing he could do.

Just then, Tong Baixiong suddenly felt a sense of unease and looked up at the opposite bank.

Jiang Ning suddenly produced a bow and arrow, which he was now drawing and aiming at Tong Baixiong.

The next second, the arrow shot towards Tong Baixiong with a piercing whistling sound.

Tong Baixiong was on high alert, but what terrified him even more was the speed of the arrow; it arrived in the blink of an eye.

Before he could react, Tong Baixiong instinctively drew his knife and held it in front of him.

when!

The arrow tip made contact with the blade, and in an instant, it passed right through the blade.

puff!

Tong Baixiong's eyes widened, his expression one of disbelief.

At this moment, an arrow was stuck in his throat.

Bang!

Tong Baixiong's body slowly fell backward with a muffled thud.

Elder Tong!

The other members of the Demonic Cult behind him were shocked to see Tong Baixiong die so quickly and shouted in alarm.

But at that moment, ripples suddenly appeared on the surface of the pool, and the spirit snake suddenly broke out of the water, opened its blood-red mouth, swam ashore, and began to kill.

"kill!"

After killing Tong Baixiong with an arrow, Jiang Ning put down his bow and said expressionlessly.

Seeing Jiang Ning's incredible prowess, the martial arts practitioners were energized and jumped into the water. Some masters used their lightness skills to skim across the surface of the pool and head towards the opposite bank.

At this moment, the Xuan Turtle finally broke through the stone walls and came over. After seeing the pool of water in front of it, the Xuan Turtle turned its head and roared softly at Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning understood and immediately climbed onto the tortoise shell. Yue Buqun and the other sect leaders, including Zhenshanzi, also jumped onto it.

After everyone had gone up, the black tortoise slowly went into the water.

After losing Tong Baixiong's command, the Demonic Sect fell into chaos. Coupled with the Spirit Serpent's rampage among them, the Demonic Sect was in turmoil. Once martial arts practitioners and masters from various sects arrived on the other side, the ultimate battle between the righteous and the demonic forces broke out.

"kill!"

The righteous martial artists shouted themselves hoarse and fought madly against the demonic sect.

They have waited too long for this day.

"kill!"

When the Xuan Turtle reached the shore, Yue Buqun, Zhenshanzi, and the others on its back drew their swords and began to fight, turning the entire Blackwood Cliff into a river of blood.

Jiang Ning did not make a move. After getting off the Xuan Turtle's back, he hurried up the mountain.

The demonic cult members along the way swung their swords at Jiang Ning upon seeing him, but they were all crushed by Jiang Ning's protective aura. Jiang Ning traveled swiftly and arrived at the summit of Blackwood Cliff in just a short while.

Seeing the empty hall before him, and still not seeing Dongfang Bubai, Jiang Ning frowned.

Just as Jiang Ning was about to search, he saw a member of the cult sneak past, the package behind him jingling, clearly containing a lot of good stuff.

Jiang Ning flashed and appeared in front of this person.

The follower was startled and, upon seeing Jiang Ning's face, was horrified and tried to run away.

Jiang Ning reached out and grabbed him.

"Master Jiang, spare my life!"

After being arrested, the man repeatedly begged for mercy.

Where is Dongfang Bubai?

After capturing the man, Jiang Ning frowned and shouted.

Jiang Ning was very puzzled as he had not seen Dongfang Bubai even at this point.

"I do not know either."

The captured member was panicked and at a loss.

Elder Tong said that the sect leader is currently in seclusion.

Jiang Ning frowned again and asked.

Where is he in seclusion?

"I do not know either."

The follower exclaimed in alarm.

Seeing this, Jiang Ning changed the question.

Where does Dongfang Bubai live?

The follower immediately revealed Dongfang Bubai's address.

"Master Jiang, please spare me, I beg you."

After revealing Dongfang Bubai's residence, the follower repeatedly begged for mercy.

With a snap, Jiang Ning casually broke his neck, then walked towards the back hall.

After passing through the corridor, Jiang Ning arrived at a garden with several stone houses. Following the instructions of the cult member, Jiang Ning went to a stone house, pushed open the door, and immediately saw an iron gate in front of him.

At this moment, the iron gate was locked. Jiang Ning frowned slightly, raised his hand, and violently broke the lock.

Squeak!

Pushing open the iron gate, a tunnel appeared before us.

Walking through the tunnel, Jiang Ning placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, wondering why Dongfang Bubai's residence was in this place.

But before Jiang Ning could have been puzzled for long, he suddenly heard a voice coming from afar.

It was Dongfang Bubai's voice, seemingly tinged with a hint of amusement.

"Feng Qingyang, what's the use of keeping me here? I'll still get out."

Chapter 788: The Distinguishing Right from Wrong

Dongfang Bubai looked at Feng Qingyang in the distance with a smile on his lips.

Feng Qingyang's face was ashen, he pressed his sword to the ground, and his white hair flew wildly.

Upon hearing Dongfang Bubai's words, Feng Qingyang remained silent, suppressing the injuries within his body.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Dongfang Bubai continued to smile.

"Decades ago, Senior Feng was unparalleled in the world with his Dugu Nine Swords. After I mastered the Sunflower Manual, I wanted to experience the power of the Dugu Nine Swords. Unfortunately, you disappeared after the Huashan Sword Qi Competition. I couldn't find you. I thought you were no longer alive after so many years. I never expected to see you here."

Upon hearing Dongfang Bubai's words, Feng Qingyang smiled faintly, but then Dongfang Bubai changed the subject.

"It's a pity you're too old, your vitality is gone. Twenty years ago I might have been interested in fighting you, but now..."

Dongfang Bubai shook his head, seemingly very dissatisfied with Feng Qingyang's current state.

Feng Qingyang remained calm and said indifferently.

"People will always grow old. Once they reach their peak, their vital energy will gradually decline."

Dongfang Bubai nodded, but with a hint of appreciation, he said, "However, it's already quite good that you were able to withstand a few of my moves in this state. The Dugu Nine Swords truly deserve to be called a peerless sword technique."

"It's a pity you're too old, otherwise I would really like to experience the power of the peak Dugu Nine Swords."

"Unfortunately, I probably won't live to see that day."

Dongfang Bubai shook his head slightly, looking regretful.

Now Feng Qingyang is too old. Even if he tries his best, he can only withstand a few moves from him, which leaves Feng Qingyang far from satisfied.

"You want to experience the Dugu Nine Swords at its peak?"

Feng Qingyang smiled faintly and said, "If you wait another twenty years, someone will master the Dugu Nine Swords."

You mean Jiangning?

Dongfang Bubai asked a question, then shook his head and said, "It's too late. I can't wait that long. Besides, with his level, the Dugu Nine Swords might not be of much help to him. It would just be icing on the cake. I only look forward to a battle with him at his peak."

"not him."

Feng Qingyang shook his head.

"I have passed on the Dugu Nine Swords to his senior brother Linghu Chong."

"Linghu Chong?"

Dongfang Bubai chewed on these three words, then shook his head.

"An unknown nobody."

He was not interested in Linghu Chong, nor in the vague battle twenty years later.

"All right."

Dongfang Bubai flicked his robes, his expression turning fierce.

"Feng Qingyang, I do not wish to continue this entanglement with you. If you retreat now, I may spare your life. Otherwise, if this stalemate continues, you will not live long given your injuries."

Feng Qingyang smiled faintly.

"I've lived this long enough, I've had my fill of life."

"Are you really going to keep stopping me?"

Dongfang Bubai said sternly.

"You can't stop me. If I really make a move, you will die."

"I really can't stop you."

Feng Qingyang nodded, but then pointed his sword at Yang Lianting, who was not far away.

"But I can take him with me when I die."

At this moment, Yang Lianting lay on the ground, his face full of anger.

When Yang Lianting heard that the righteous path was preparing to attack Pingding Prefecture, he planned to go there with Dongfang Bubai. However, an old man suddenly appeared and fought with Dongfang Bubai for several rounds. Although he was injured, he captured Dongfang Bubai and used him to threaten Dongfang Bubai not to leave the place.

Otherwise, how could Feng Qingyang, who wasn't even at the Innate level, have stopped Dongfang Bubai for so many days?

Yang Lianting had never hated himself for not having martial arts skills more than at this moment.

"The wind is clear!"

Yang Lianting spat out a mouthful of blood, his teeth itching with hatred, and said, "You were once a hero, how can you do such a despicable thing? Aren't you a laughingstock?"