269: Chapter 49 Fulfilling the contract? Clearly a trap!

Facing Meng Li's questioning, Jiumozhi was a bit flustered.

However, this was only momentary; in an instant, he thought of a response.

Jiumozhi said solemnly, "This humble monk only made a verbal agreement with your late father back then; there was no written proof. But this humble monk had a deep friendship with your late father, and I am also the Imperial Preceptor of Tibet and the Abbot of Dalun Temple. Even if I yearn for your estate's Huanshi Shuige, I would definitely not speak falsely."

"The agreement between your late father and this humble monk is absolutely true."

By the end, he felt somewhat helpless.

Jiumozhi had not expected Meng Li to question him repeatedly.

Furthermore, he had stated that he and Murong Bo were friends during his lifetime, so logically, he was of the same generation and considered an elder to Meng Li.

Yet, he was being questioned repeatedly by this Junior, Meng Li.

If not for the fact that Meng Li's questioning was understandable, and that he felt he couldn't defeat him, Jiumozhi would have wanted to discipline this suspicious son on behalf of Murong Bo.

Meng Li heard Jiumozhi's words and nodded slightly, "What the Great Master says is indeed reasonable; it is this one who has overthought it."

"I wonder, Great Master, have you brought the manual for the Six Veins Divine Sword?"

Jiumozhi smiled and said, "Naturally, I have brought it."

"Where is it now? May I borrow it to take a look?" Meng Li asked.

Jiumozhi pointed to Duan Yu beside him, "This Young Master Duan is it."

Meng Li looked displeased, "Great Master, are you not joking? This Young Master Duan is clearly a living person; how can he be a sword manual?"

"Young Master Murong, there is something you do not know." Jiumozhi said softly, then recounted the sequence of events.

The situation was basically the same as the original plot: Jiumozhi went to Tianlong Temple under the pretext of challenging the temple to seize the Six Veins Divine Sword manual. Relying on the Flame Blade he had practiced for many years and Shaolin Monastery techniques, he successfully cleared the Tianlong Temple dungeon, but Duan Yu appeared halfway to intercept it.

The Ku Rong Monk took the opportunity to burn the manual.

While secretly annoyed, Jiumozhi was unwilling to return empty-handed and wanted to capture the newly ordained Baoding Emperor, Duan Zhengming.

Duan Yu stepped forward to stop him and accidentally unleashed the Six Veins Divine Sword.

Thus, Jiumozhi immediately changed his target, captured the poorly skilled Duan Yu, and headed straight for Suzhou.

After finishing the story, Jiumozhi took the opportunity to state his next plan.

"The Six Veins Divine Sword manual has been destroyed, and only this Young Master Duan knows this supreme art. However, along the way, no matter how this humble monk tried to persuade him, he was unwilling to rewrite the manual. But that does not matter; since Young Master Duan knows the Six Veins Divine Sword, he is a living sword manual."

"I only need to burn him before the grave of the old gentleman Murong Bo, and this humble monk will have fulfilled the agreement from back then."

However, just as Jiumozhi finished speaking, he sensed a strong wind whistling towards him. A sense of alarm flared in his heart, and he instinctively leaped to dodge.

Just as he left his original position, the large tree beside him let out a muffled bang.

Jiumozhi steadied his stance not far away and looked closely, discovering that there was a hole the size of an index finger that had pierced all the way through the tree.

If he hadn't dodged in time just now, this hole would have appeared on his head.

This made him feel lingering fear, cold sweat breaking out on his back, while simultaneously feeling shocked and furious.

"Six Veins Divine Sword?!"

"It is the Mixed Finger Technique." Meng Li corrected him.

Although he knew the Six Veins Divine Sword, he did not intend to expose it; what he had just used was indeed the Mixed Finger Technique.

Jiumozhi thought carefully and realized that the move was indeed different from the Six Veins Divine Sword he had seen at Tianlong Temple. Moreover, he remembered that Murong Bo had indeed mentioned that the Murong Family had a supreme art called the "Mixed Finger Technique," whose sophistication and power were not inferior to the Six Veins Divine Sword.

Now it seemed, it was indeed so, but...

"Young Master Murong, what is the meaning of this?!" Jiumozhi asked in a deep voice, his face filled with anger and confusion.

"What is the meaning of this?" Meng Li's expression turned cold, and instead of answering, he retorted, "I should be the one asking what you mean! You keep saying that you were close friends with my late father and came specifically to pay respects, yet in the end, you want to trap my Murong Family in injustice and bring disaster and trouble upon my Murong Family!"

Jiumozhi denied it without thinking, "This humble monk has absolutely no such intention! There must be a misunderstanding!"

"A misunderstanding?" Meng Li sneered, pointing at Duan Yu and asking Jiumozhi, "Who is he?"

Jiumozhi replied without hesitation, "Duan Yu, the only person in the world today who knows the Six Veins Divine Sword."

Meng Li's eye twitched.

He was worthy of being called a Martial Arts fanatic; he only had eyes for Martial Arts.

He had to ask again, "Who is his father?"

Jiumozhi: "The Dali Town South King, Duan Zhengchun."

Meng Li: "And his uncle?"

Jiumozhi: "The Dali Kingdom monarch, Duan Zhengming."

Meng Li: "Does Duan Zhengming have any offspring or other brothers?"

Jiumozhi shook his head and said, "No."

Although he was a Martial Arts fanatic, he had some understanding of the situation of the Dali royal family, after all, he wanted to seize the Six Veins Divine Sword.

Meng Li sneered, "Then how dare you say you have no intention to harm my Murong Family?"

After saying this, he pointed out another Mixed Finger Technique.

The invisible finger force of the Protective Aura shot over rapidly. Jiumozhi could not dodge in time and had to mobilize his True Qi to form a shield to block in front of him.

However, the finger force of the Protective Aura was a point, and the True Qi shield was a surface. A point breaking a surface has a natural advantage, not to mention that Meng Li's internal strength surpassed Jiumozhi's. After the two collided, they only stalemated for an instant before the finger force of the Protective Aura pierced through the True Qi shield, continuing to shoot towards Jiumozhi with undiminished momentum.

Jiumozhi was terrified in his heart and hurriedly forced himself to shift his position, avoiding his vital points and letting the finger force of the Protective Aura land on his shoulder.

In an instant, blood splattered.

The monk's robe on Jiumozhi's shoulder was quickly soaked in blood red.

Seeing Meng Li preparing to strike again, he was scared out of his wits and hurriedly called for a stop, "Young Master Murong, what did you mean by your words just now? Even if you want to kill this humble monk, at least let this humble monk die understanding why."

"What do I mean?" Seeing that he really seemed not to understand, Meng Li was a bit puzzled, then said directly, "Duan Zhengming has no offspring or other brothers. If there are no accidents, after he abdicates, the successor to the Dali Kingdom throne can only be chosen between Duan Zhengchun and Duan Yu."

"And these two are father and son!"

"So no matter what, Duan Yu will become the Dali Kingdom monarch in the future."

"Yet you want to use the name of fulfilling an agreement with my late father to burn this future Dali Kingdom monarch to death before my late father's grave."

"If this matter spreads, the Dali Duan Clan will definitely fight my Murong Family to the death."

"Tell me, if this isn't trapping my Murong Family in injustice and bringing disaster and trouble upon my Murong Family, then what is it?"

Jiumozhi's expression froze.

He really hadn't thought of this point.

He was a Martial Arts fanatic, and this trip's objective was only the Six Veins Divine Sword and the Huanshi Shuige.

What Meng Li said was not within his scope of consideration.

Jiumozhi came from the Tibetan esoteric sect and was gifted. After learning the Flame Blade supreme art, he swept through a sect alone and terrified the western frontier, making him invincible in that region. This experience made him believe that so-called powers were all empty, and only one's own formidable Martial Arts were the Righteous Path.

At Dali's Tianlong Temple, he again defeated the monks with his own power and captured Duan Yu in public, with no one able to stop him.

This further confirmed his thinking, making him feel that Tianlong Temple and Dali were nothing.

A mere Dali prince, even if he might become the Dali Kingdom monarch in the future, was not worth fearing.

If there was a real need, he would burn him.

Projecting himself onto others, Jiumozhi felt that the renowned Murong Family would likewise not care about Duan Yu's life or death, who would have thought...

Understanding where the problem lay, Jiumozhi looked at the cold-eyed Meng Li, ignoring the blood dripping from his shoulder and the waves of pain, and hurriedly admitted his mistake, "This matter was indeed this humble monk's lack of consideration; please forgive me, Young Master Murong."

Then, he changed the subject: "However, this humble monk only wanted to fulfill the agreement with your late father."

"Back then, when your late father made the agreement with this humble monk, he was very calm. This humble monk thought that the Suzhou Murong clan did not fear the Dali Duan Clan, I never thought..."

"This humble monk has spoken out of turn."

Meng Li sneered, "You don't need to provoke me. My Murong Family indeed does not fear the Dali Duan Clan, but we also do not want to provoke them for no reason and create enemies for nothing."

Then, he pointed directly to the essence of the matter...