Chapter 102 I laugh at the abbot's arduous cultivation, the abbot laughs at me for not having a Land Rover

"Song Xingwu? Why is it you?"

Wen Yong, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly looked up at the newcomer, filled with shock and suspicion.

"Song Xingwu? He is Song Xingwu?"

The onlookers in the distance were astonished.

"Who is Song Xingwu? Do you know him?"

"He was the number one Genius of the Cold Blade Sect in the past. The Old Sect Master originally intended for him to be the successor, but later, because he tried to misconduct himself with a fellow female Disciple and was caught in the act, he betrayed the Sect and left."

"What? Such a thing can be caught in the act? His experience is too poor! Why didn't he find a place with no one around?"

"..."

The man in white carrying a blade, who was Song Xingwu, ignored the discussions in the distance. He stared coldly at Wen Yong and said, "Why can't it be me?"

"You have been hiding on Mount Cangyun for three years, and I have been waiting outside the Sect for you for three years!"

"You treacherous dog who deceived your Master and destroyed your ancestors, you are devoid of conscience! Today, I will avenge my Master and Xuemei and kill you with my own hands!"

As he spoke, he drew the large blade from his back with a clang. It was also a famous blade; its light was bright as snow, and its chill was piercing.

Wen Yong was stunned, then gave a sinister smile and said, "That's not right, Junior Brother? The one who deceived their Master and destroyed their ancestors and is devoid of conscience is clearly you!"

"Who doesn't know that you, Song Xingwu, betrayed the Sect and your Master? There is still a bronze statue of you kneeling outside the mountain gate to apologize to the Master!"

Song Xingwu gripped his large blade and asked, "Senior Brother, if Master had agreed to pass the position of Sect Master to you from the beginning, would you still have poisoned him?"

"That... of course not!"

Hum!

The same cold blade light was even more formidable in Song Xingwu's hands.

This strike was launched with hatred, carrying decades of grievances and resentment. Before the blade light even fell, the surface of the Yang River had already split in two, and the blade light landed on Wen Yong.

"I've been waiting for you!"

Wen Yong, who was kneeling on the ground, laughed wildly and suddenly leaped up. A white talisman flew out from his sleeve, activated by his Divine Sense, and he flung it forward.

"A talisman from Qingyang Palace?!"

Song Xingwu, who had already unleashed his strike, turned pale and hurriedly retracted his blade to retreat.

But the talisman was activated and exploded instantly; he could not react in time.

Countless dense Qi arrows shot out, each capable of piercing through city walls, covering both Yan Chu and Song Xingwu.

"Three Points Returning to Origin Qi!!"

Yan Chu pushed his palms forward, and countless river water was sucked in by him, forming a huge circular protective shield in front of him.

In the letter from the Commander of the Six Fan School, he mentioned that Wen Yong was ordered by the Marquis of Annan's Estate and likely had a trump card bestowed by the Marquis's Estate.

Yan Chu had been guarding against him all along!

Thud, thud! Thud, thud!

The Qi arrows shot onto the water sphere shield, making dull explosive sounds, blasting countless waves into the surrounding river water.

Many of the Jianghu people watching from a distance covered their ears and screamed, with blood seeping out from between their fingers.

When all the Qi arrows dissipated, the protective shield remained motionless.

"How is it possible?!"

Wen Yong was truly shocked this time!

It is a consensus in the Jianghu that the talismans of Qingyang Palace can kill a Grandmaster.

That wave of Qi arrows just now, even if he defended with all his might, would have left him seriously injured. Didn't you see Song Xingwu spitting blood and falling into the water?

What kind of Cultivation Technique is this that Yan Chu uses? He had never seen it before.

Yan Chu withdrew his hands and asked indifferently, "Do you have any more talismans like that?"

Wen Yong smiled sheepishly and shook his head, "No more!"

"Then you can die!"

Roar!

A Dragon shadow burst forth, baring fangs and brandishing claws, transforming into a ten-zhang large Dragon, bringing with it boundless Divine Might.

"Spare me—"

Wen Yong yelled while retreating rapidly.

Boom!

The Mighty Dragon Divine Palm was incredibly domineering. The golden Dragon shadow instantly rushed forward, blasting him into a mist of blood, which mixed into the rising river water, staining the river blood-red.

【Killed the Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect, very gratifying, Experience +10000】

"Cough, cough! Cough, cough!"

Yan Chu looked back and saw Song Xingwu floating on the water, his Face pale, covered in blood, and his aura weak.

At this moment, any ordinary person could take his life.

The power of the Qingyang Palace talisman was indeed extraordinary.

Although it didn't kill Song Xingwu, he was not far from death.

Yan Chu picked him up, grabbed Wen Yong's personal precious blade, stepped lightly on the water surface, and disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye.

"The Sect Master of the Cold Blade Sect is also dead! Yan Chu is invincible!"

"This is simply a god of slaughter!!"

The many Jianghu people remaining on the spot were still incredibly shocked, not only because they saw a battle between Grandmasters, but also because one Grandmaster crushed another.

The key is that the crushed Grandmaster was not a weakling.

"No matter what happens to Yan Chu in the future, he has already left a brilliant mark on the Cangzhou Prefecture Jianghu!"

"Yes! Why don't we go and join the Raging Flood Dragon Gang now?"

"But... what shall we use as our initiation gift?"

"Isn't your woman quite good-looking? I heard Great Hero Yan likes that sort of thing..."

"Get lost!"

"..."

A moment later, a breeze blew by.

Yan Chu landed on the shore with Song Xingwu.

"Cough, cough! Many thanks... many thanks to Great Hero Yan for avenging my great grudge. I, Song, am endlessly grateful!"

"Don't speak!"

Yan Chu said indifferently, placing his palm on Song Xingwu's head. Three Points Returning to Origin Qi was injected into Song Xingwu's body to help treat his injuries.

Three kinds of Origin Qi with different attributes flowed in his body, and his injuries improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Three Points Returning to Origin Qi integrates attack, defense, and healing into one; it is an extremely profound Divine-Grade Cultivation Technique.

In the Wind and Cloud world, excluding those Divine-Grade figures, Xiongba was one of the top existences. Even in the era when he was rampant, not even the thousand-year-old demon Di Shitian dared to come out and stir up trouble.

When it comes to healing effects, Three Points Returning to Origin Qi is even stronger than the Nine Yang Divine Art.

After a while, when the other party's aura became stable, Yan Chu withdrew his hand.

"I have avenged your great grudge and saved your life. How should you repay me?"

Song Xingwu was stunned upon hearing this and asked, "My life was saved by Great Hero Yan. How do you want me to repay you? I would not hesitate even if it meant death!"

"Very good!"

Yan Chu nodded, "I want you to join the Raging Flood Dragon Gang and serve as a Protector for three years. After three years, you are free to stay or leave!"

Having experienced the incident with Wen Yong, Yan Chu had to consider the safety of Su Zhirou and the others.

If the enemy couldn't deal with him, they would think of other ways.

The biggest problem with the Raging Flood Dragon Gang is that, apart from him, there is no expert who can hold the fort.

It just so happened that Song Xingwu delivered himself to the door.

Having a Grandmaster sitting in charge could put his mind at ease.

After all, he couldn't stay in the Raging Flood Dragon Gang all the time!

"Good! Let alone three years, ten years is not a problem!"

Song Xingwu nodded heavily and added, "But Great Hero Yan, can you wait for me for two days?"

"I want to go to the graves of my Master and Junior Sister to pay my respects, to comfort their spirits in heaven, and let them know that their enemy is dead."

"Two days later, I will go to the Raging Flood Dragon Gang to pay my respects!"

"Very well!"

Having received permission, Song Xingwu bid farewell and left.

He was a person who kept his word. Since he had promised Yan Chu, he would definitely do it.

Yan Chu watched him walk away, then turned his back to the forest behind him and said coldly, "Come out!"

"Following me for so long like a fat rat, did you think I hadn't noticed?"

"amitabha! Well done, well done!"

From behind a large tree in the forest, a big fat monk walked out, with his chest exposed and his Face oily and shiny.

Beside him followed a huge black tiger.

It was fierce and awe-inspiring, making one feel terrified.

"You are Abbot Xin Yong?"

"Left hand a bun, right hand a sutra, failing neither the Tathagata nor you?"

Yan Chu looked the fat monk in front of him up and down, then glanced at the huge tiger, his expression unchanged.

Ever since he learned that the Six Doors had invited the Abbot of Dalin Temple, he had specifically inquired about the Abbot's strength and deeds.

If he had been a bit unsure before, after these few days, his strength had surged repeatedly, and he no longer regarded this fat monk as a threat.

However, the rumors were indeed true.

The monk's mount was also different from ordinary people's; it looked expensive at first glance, and it was estimated that money couldn't buy it.

"amitabha! These are just the excessive praises of friends in the Jianghu. This poor monk is devoted to the Buddha and has never dared to be arrogant because of this!"

Abbot Xin Yong's tone was full of pride.

"Heh, you really are a Great Master!"

Holding a beauty while reciting sutras, failing neither the Tathagata nor you.

I laugh at the Abbot's bitter cultivation, the Abbot laughs at me for lacking a road-tiger.

Once upon a time, Yan Chu had also thought about becoming a monk.

Not for anything else, just to fulfill the wishes of the believers.

Unfortunately, the temples required a bachelor's degree to start, and he was only a third-tier university student.

As everyone knows, a third-tier university is not a bachelor's degree, so he naturally couldn't get in.

After his Transmigration, this idea could only be like a dream or bubble, cast to the back of his mind.

Yan Chu shook his head, abandoned his distracting thoughts, and said, "Since you have followed me for so long, let's do it now!"

"Let me see exactly how much strength the famous Abbot Xin Yong of the Jianghu has!"

"Benefactor, wait!"

Abbot Xin Yong hurriedly raised his hand, "This poor monk did not come today to fight with the Benefactor, but to present a great fortune to the Benefactor!"

"Does the Benefactor know that you have caused a great disaster?"

"Oh? What great disaster?"

Abbot Xin Yong's Face was full of smiles, like a Maitreya Buddha. He laughed and said, "You killed several people from the Fu Family and have already offended the Fu Family thoroughly. They are the confidants of the Marquis of Annan, and the legitimate daughter of the Fu Family is called to warm the bed by the Old Marquis Sima Tao every day."

"The reason why Wen Yong was ordered to deal with Great Hero Yan this time is because the Fu Family woman whispered in his ear."

Yan Chu frowned upon hearing this and said with some impatience, "What's the use of saying these things? Tell me something I don't know!"

A look of displeasure flashed in Xin Yong's eyes, but the smile on his Face remained unchanged. He said, "The Marquis's Estate has stood in Cangzhou Prefecture for decades. With the Emperor far away, this Cangzhou Prefecture has almost become their private territory."

"Benefactor Yan is so reckless and has repeatedly rejected their Face, so the Marquis of Annan, Sima Yutang, is already dissatisfied with the Benefactor."

"You killed Wen Yong, and they will definitely send more powerful Guest Elders to deal with you. When necessary, Sima Yutang may even take action himself!"

Yan Chu frowned even deeper, "Get to the point!"

Now the smile on Abbot Xin Yong's Face faded a lot, and a trace of coldness hung on it unconsciously.

"Do you know that the Marquis's Estate belongs to the Emperor's faction?"

"The current Emperor is weak in the court, and the ones who truly hold the power of the government are the Empress Dowager and the Prime Minister Xiao Hanwen. And I, along with the Commander of the Six Fan School in Cangzhou Prefecture, Hong Wei, were both once Imperial Guards. It was the Empress Dowager who arranged for us to come to Cangzhou Prefecture, just to disintegrate the power of the Marquis of Annan in Cangzhou Prefecture."

"Relying on your solitary strength, now that you are targeted by the Marquis of Annan's Estate, do you think you have any hope of escape?"

"As for the current plan, apart from defecting to the Empress Dowager, no one can save you!"

"The Empress Dowager is thirsty for talent. When she learned that there was a young Prodigy who could kill a Grandmaster, she specially ordered us to recruit you."

"As long as you join the Empress Dowager's command, even if the Marquis's Estate hates you, they will never dare to take action against you again!"

"And when the time comes, you will be promoted and ennobled; isn't that much better than being a Jianghu ruffian now?"

Yan Chu listened quietly, his Face devoid of any expression, and asked, "Are you done?"

Abbot Xin Yong was stunned and nodded subconsciously, "Done."

"So the Empress Dowager just let you come to recruit me empty-handed? Without any benefits or treatment?"

"This... as long as you defect to the Empress Dowager, Medicinal Pill and Cultivation Technique will naturally be countless, it just depends on your performance!"

As he spoke, Abbot Xin Yong took out a Medicinal Pill from his sleeve and smiled, "Benefactor Yan, as long as you take this Seven-Insect Brain-Eating Pill to prove your loyalty, the Empress Dowager will never be stingy with..."

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Yan Chu, who waved his hand with a cold Face, "I ask you, what does the Empress Dowager look like?"

"This..."

Abbot Xin Yong didn't understand what Yan Chu meant for a moment, but still said with a Face full of awe, "Although I was an Imperial Guard, I have never had the chance to see the Empress Dowager's true appearance. However, according to rumors in the streets, Her Majesty was once ranked third on the beauties ranking list, known as peerlessly graceful. I don't need to say much about what she looks like, right?"

At this moment, Abbot Xin Yong suddenly realized, and his eyes became somewhat dangerous, "Why are you asking this?"

Yan Chu sneered and said, "Do you know? When you just took out this Medicinal Pill, the Empress Dowager only had two outcomes with me!"

"Which two outcomes?"

"One is to vent my fire, the other is to ascend to heaven!"

"Audacious!!!"

A rare look of shock and anger appeared on Abbot Xin Yong's fat Face, "Yan Chu, you are simply rebellious!"

"Do you think you can run rampant in the world just because you have achieved the rank of Grandmaster? As long as the Empress Dowager moves her little finger, she can make you die without a burial place!"

He was a notorious lecherous monk in Cangzhou Prefecture, but he dared not be disrespectful to the Empress Dowager, even in his thoughts.

Nothing else, as a former Imperial Guard, he knew best what terrifying power the royal family possessed.

And the current Empress Dowager is the most noble person in this world.

A mere Grandmaster is no different from an ordinary person in front of her. With just one word, Great Grandmasters and even supreme Grandmasters would be at her beck and call.

"Yan Chu! It seems you are determined to go your own way!"

Abbot Xin Yong's eyes were solemn, his monk's robe flowed like water, his True Qi was raised, and he slowly retreated, waiting in battle array.

Having witnessed the battle where Yan Chu killed Wen Yong with his own eyes not long ago, Abbot Xin Yong still had some confidence in his heart.

Having witnessed the battle where Yan Chu killed Wen Yong with his own eyes not long ago, Abbot Xin Yong still had some confidence in his heart.

If Yan Chu's strength was only what he had shown.

Even if he couldn't kill the other party, the other party couldn't do anything to him either.

Yan Chu wore a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "I asked you for benefits, and you drew a big pie for me!"

"It's not enough to draw a pie, you also want me to swallow a poisonous pill!"

"Do you know? Your Face reminds me of some capitalists!"

"You are as hateful as them!"

"What are you talking about?"

Abbot Xin Yong's monk's robe was tightly pressed against his body, killing intent in his eyes, but his expression was somewhat puzzled.

"Great Master Xin Yong, a friend left me a message. He said that you fulfilled all his wishes, and he wants you to die a little more miserably!"

"For the sake of this friend, just go die!"