Zōng Wéixiá and Táng Wénliàng fell to the ground like torn sacks. They struggled a few times before getting up. Both were covered in dust and grime, without the nerve to say anything, and mutually supported each other as they retreated.
Yīn Tiānzhèng was about to rise and engage in a great battle when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, coughing uncontrollably. From the crowd, someone flew out and, upon reaching him, helped support Yīn Tiānzhèng.
It was that Zhāng Wújì. Seeing his maternal grandfather injured, he stepped forward to save him.
Zhāng Wújì whispered something to Yīn Tiānzhèng, who then sat down with a delighted expression, watching Zhāng Wújì stand in the center of the arena and speak loudly.
Soon, a group of experts took turns challenging him. Without the Heaven and Earth Great Shift, Zhāng Wújì was in peril, narrowly avoiding being run through by one of the experts' swords. Fortunately, Zhāng Wújì had incredible luck, with a red cloud enveloping him.
Every time he was in a critical moment, he would inexplicably evade. After several such inexplicable occurrences, Lín Píngzhī clearly felt that his luck had diminished significantly, and he no longer possessed his former spirited demeanor. Qian Qian Miao Yue.
At this point, it was the Emei Sect's turn. Relying on his fortuitous encounters, Zhāng Wújì snatched the Heavenly Sword (Yitian Sword) from Abbess Miejue's hand in a few moves.
The Emei Sect disciples were greatly astonished. How could they still concern themselves with one-on-one combat? With fierce cries, they all charged forward.
Zhāng Wújì's vision blurred. He felt gusts of fragrant breeze rushing towards him, completely stunning him. Just as he was lost in a pleasant dream, he was met not with his dream, but with a barrage of cold long swords.
Zhāng Wújì was furious. Like a wolf among sheep, he wielded the Heavenly Sword (Yitian Sword) and slashed at them.
The Emei Sect members' swords were merely ordinary long swords, nowhere near as sharp as the Heavenly Sword (Yitian Sword). As Zhāng Wújì's blade swept past, sword tips snapped off. Even Zhōu Zhǐruò's long sword broke into two pieces.
Dīng Mǐnjūn was enraged. She threw down her sword hilt and shouted, "Villain! Give back my Emei's Heavenly Sword (Yitian Sword)!"
At this moment, seeing Zhōu Zhǐruò, Zhāng Wújì was mesmerized. He suddenly recalled a scene from his childhood when his grandmaster, Zhāng Sānfēng, took him to the riverside. This caused him to ask involuntarily, "Are you Zhōu Zhǐruò?"
Zhōu Zhǐruò replied coldly, "Who are you? Why did you steal my master's Heavenly Sword (Yitian Sword)!"
Zhāng Wújì was taken aback, then shook his head and gave a bitter smile. Grasping the tip of the Heavenly Sword (Yitian Sword), he handed the hilt to Zhōu Zhǐruò.
Zhōu Zhǐruò was stunned and instinctively took it. She vaguely recalled the young man by the river but couldn't quite remember.
Seeing Dīng Mǐnjūn leading a group of nuns charging at him, Zhāng Wújì extended his palm and struck. The palm's force was scorching hot and fierce, filled with Pure Yang True Qi, a move from the Ninth Yang Divine Skill.
Dīng Mǐnjūn and the others were caught off guard and directly hit. They all felt a sharp pain in their chests and were sent flying by a powerful force.
Dīng Mǐnjūn's face turned ashen. Enduring the intense pain, she struggled to get up and stood beside Abbess Miejue, shouting to Zhōu Zhǐruò, "Junior Sister Zhōu, why aren't you attacking yet?"
Seeing Zhōu Zhǐruò's hesitant expression, Abbess Miejue coldly commanded, "Zhǐruò, kill him!"
...
"Why aren't you acting quickly!" came another urgent command.
Zhōu Zhǐruò was startled. She raised the Heavenly Sword (Yitian Sword) and thrust it towards Zhāng Wújì's chest.
Unexpectedly, at the last moment, she hesitated and her sword veered slightly to the side.
"Audacious demoness, stop harming people! Junior Brother Wújì, I've come to save you!"
A shout, like rolling thunder, struck the eardrums with pain. A graceful young man flew into the air, forming a claw with his hand, and used his internal energy to pull Zhāng Wújì towards him!
Zhāng Wújì's body suddenly became unable to move and was dragged forward by an invisible force. Coincidentally, he was stabbed right in the heart by Zhōu Zhǐruò's Heavenly Sword (Yitian Sword).
*Puchi!* ~
Zhāng Wújì's eyes widened in disbelief. He looked at the beautiful girl before him, a mouthful of fresh blood gushing out like a spring, and murmured, "Zhǐruò, you really want to kill me!"
Zhōu Zhǐruò was terrified. She held the Heavenly Sword (Yitian Sword) with trembling hands. It had veered to the side just moments ago, so how could he have run into her sword?
At this time, she didn't know that someone could pull people through the air and naturally didn't suspect Lín Píngzhī.
She stood there, speechless.
Lín Píngzhī, "shocked beyond measure," rushed forward with a look of grief and indignation, snatched Zhāng Wújì, and then struck Zhōu Zhǐruò with a palm, sending her flying back to Abbess Miejue's side.
He turned to Sòng Yuǎnqiáo and the others and roared, "Sect Leader Sòng, he is Zhāng Wújì, the son of Zhāng Cuishan!"
Sòng Yuǎnqiáo, standing at a distance, only heard clearly now. Upon hearing this, he was greatly astonished. He, along with Yīn Liting and Sòng Qingshu, rushed over. Looking at the barely breathing Zhāng Wújì, Sòng Yuǎnqiáo knelt down and asked in a low voice, "Are you Zhāng Wújì?"
"Wújì greets Martial Uncle, Uncle Yin the Sixth!~"
"It really is Wújì! So you're not dead!"
"Wújì, how are your injuries? I have Wudang secret remedies here, bruise powder, and wound medicine!"
Sòng Yuǎnqiáo saw Zhāng Wújì's pale face and his heart sank. He quickly took Zhāng Wújì's pulse and felt it. His expression then changed drastically. As soon as he looked up, he saw that Zhāng Wújì had stopped breathing!
*Ding!* ~
Congratulations to the host for completing Villain Mission 1: Hunt down the protagonist Zhāng Wújì. Reward: 15000 villain points, a copy of the Ninth Yang Divine Skill!
*Ding!* Ninth Yang Divine Skill found. Does the host wish to record it?
"Cultivate it to perfection!"
*Ding!* Congratulations to the host for spending 5000 villain points! Recording the Ninth Yang Divine Skill for the host...
Lín Píngzhī suddenly felt his internal energy become fiery and boiling hot. As his internal energy circulated, it flowed endlessly. After one circulation, his body felt as if it had been doused with sweet dew. The True Qi in his Dantian resembled wisps of smoke, leisurely and free, forming the "Misty Purple Qi."
After Lín Píngzhī mastered the Ninth Yang Divine Skill, his internal energy generation became astonishingly fast and inexhaustible. With a simple gesture, he felt that ordinary punches and kicks could unleash immense destructive power; his defense was unrivaled, automatically protecting his body and reflecting external attacks, turning him into an indestructible physique; it was also a supreme healing scripture, making him immune to all poisons and specifically capable of breaking all cold and Yin internal energies.
"System, open the panel."
*Ding!* Host: Lín Píngzhī
Identity: Qingcheng Sect Leader
Cultivation: Late Innate Stage (Near Perfection, Host, keep up the good work!)
Martial Arts: Imperial Sword Art (Mystical Sword Control Technique), Ninth Yang Divine Skill, Heaven and Earth Great Shift (Mystical Internal Skill), Bixie Swordplay (Evil Warding Swordplay) (Trash Swordplay, already deleted)
Weapon: Unparalleled Sword Box (Awesome Big Sword)
Lín Píngzhī was extremely excited. With a thought, the fifth sword in the Unparalleled Sword Box, Jade Ruyi, had loosened. Under his continuous urging of internal energy, the True Qi surged like a great river and sea, rushing directly towards Jade Ruyi. Under the ceaseless impact of the Ninth Yang Divine Skill, Jade Ruyi finally moved.
Lín Píngzhī rejoiced and shouted, "Rise for me!~"
*Boom!* ~
Yunsuo, Qingshuang, Fengxiao, Hongye, and Jade Ruyi, with whistling sounds, suddenly erupted from the sword box behind him. Beams of cyan, white, red, yellow, and green light, accompanied by the flying swords, soared and descended like dragons in the air, leaving trails of colorful light.
The sky roared continuously. Then, before the dazzled eyes of the crowd, they flew to Lín Píngzhī's back and stood arranged.
At this moment, bathed in the flashing sword light, he appeared like a sword immortal descended to earth, ethereal and transcendent, causing the expressions of the Six Great Sects' members to gape like egg yolks, lost in their own astonishment!