64: Chapter 64 The Art of the Kunpeng Fighting the Dragon!

Everyone immediately understood.

These were the Martial Arts Hall Master's personal feelings, having nothing to do with the rules of the Martial Arts Hall.

When the rules of the Martial Arts Hall conflicted with the Hall Master's will, the Hall Master naturally took precedence.

...The two exchanged a glance, feeling a sense of mutual appreciation.

"I have no Sect, no background, no family, and no friends!"

Ximen Chuixue spoke, his words astonishing.

In his heart, there was only the Sword!

"Then you need to find a partner first, and then make two friends before coming back!"

Su Rui sized up the still-young Ximen Chuixue and spoke slowly.

Everyone present was stunned by this.

This person was even going to meddle in the other's major life events?

However, a flash of understanding crossed Li Hanyi's eyes, as if she understood her teacher's intention.

Ximen Chuixue froze on the spot, not reacting for a moment.

Su Rui looked at the large group of people rushing over in the distance, waved his hand casually, and transformed with the others into the phantom image of a giant Roc, heading straight for the Snow Moon City Martial Arts Hall.

Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng and the others looked up at the sky, speechless for a long time.

After a good while, an exclamation finally came.

"It's so big!"

"Yeah, that bird is really big!"

"What bird? That's a Kunpeng!"

Some people even started arguing over it.

Only then did they realize the gulf between themselves and this Hall Master.

They were people who practiced martial arts, but he... was no longer a Mortal.

Such means were simply like the Immortal arts of mythology.

Upon returning to the Martial Arts Hall, Su Rui directly asked the four of them to leave.

"When are you leaving?"

Su Rui turned and asked Xu Weixiong.

"Huh?"

Xu Weixiong was momentarily stunned.

"When you return to Northern Liang, bring my disciple over."

Su Rui added.

"This..."

Xu Weixiong's face darkened.

So I was just an afterthought?

"I'll go back after I finish handling the Grand Competition matters. For now, I'll stay at the Martial Arts Hall."

"Haven't you already lost?"

Su Rui looked at him with a smile.

"..."

Can we not mention that part?

Xu Weixiong's eyes darted around.

"I still need to wait until I truly master the Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique. Didn't Teacher say that mastering it would allow me to easily surpass Li Chungang?"

Su Rui nodded: "Yes, then I will personally give you special training. Be prepared."

Xu Weixiong nodded in agreement, though he didn't take it too seriously in his heart.

Yin Luoxia, who was watching the excitement from the side, waited until Su Rui finally finished dealing with the miscellaneous matters. She lightly leaped, broke off a peach branch, walked slowly to Su Rui's front, and offered it to him.

Li Hanyi: ...

Qianluo: ...

Mu Liangyue and the other two: ...

Xu Weixiong: ???

Su Rui took the peach branch, smiled helplessly, tapped Yin Luoxia's hand three times, causing her cheeks to flush slightly. She turned and leaped over the wall.

Her crisp voice came from a distance:

"Teacher, I jumped the wall again. I owe you three taps, I'll make it up next time!"

Xu Weixiong stared in shock, watching the scene, his mind unable to process it.

When he saw the peach branch in Su Rui's hand, he subconsciously took two steps back, protecting his chest with both hands.

"Don't even think about hitting me with that!"

"Don't worry, I don't usually hit people. I only hit them when teaching disciples—oh, right, I still need to teach you how to practice the Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique later."

Xu Weixiong instantly felt like he had lifted a rock only to drop it on his own foot.

Snap, snap, snap!

Before long, the sound of a peach branch striking a palm could be heard from the small courtyard, along with Xu Weixiong's screams.

...Outside Snow Moon City.

Several people gazed from afar in the direction of Snow Moon City.

"Did you see that strange movement just now? That weird thing was most likely caused by the Martial Arts Hall Master again," said the White-Haired Immortal Mo Qixuan.

"Yes, Lord," replied a gloomy-faced man respectfully.

"Next, don't provoke that Martial Arts Hall unless necessary. Everything waits until the plan is complete."

Mo Qixuan retracted his gaze, his tone grave.

Su Rui hadn't struck to kill earlier; the Sword Intent within that Sword Qi wasn't strong.

Only now was he barely able to suppress it, and his movements had only just recovered their freedom.

The overall situation of the Holy Cult was paramount now; he had to step forward and take charge immediately.

"Yes, Protector Lord, I will arrange it."

"Mhm. The Grand Competition should end soon. Afterward, they will probably open the path to challenge the Ascending Heaven Pavilion, giving those who lost in the competition a chance to show their strength!"

Mo Qixuan continued.

"The time won't be delayed for long. You must act quickly, and also maintain secrecy."

"Understood!"

Mo Qixuan nodded in satisfaction, then his gaze fell on Murong Fu standing nearby.

"As for you, have you truly decided to join the Holy Cult?"

"Yes!"

Murong Fu nodded solemnly.

The Aura emanating from the white-haired youth before him sent a chill through his heart.

When he first met this person, he exuded a Sword Intent that seemed capable of slaying everything.

That Sword Intent was somewhat similar to that of the Hall Master.

Previously, when Su Rui faced the Wushuang City Lord Zhao Guyan, he displayed some of the power of the Grass Character Sword Art, leaving a deep impression on Murong Fu.

He originally thought the White-Haired Immortal and Su Rui were figures of the same level.

In reality, what he sensed was the Sword Intent left behind when Su Rui severely wounded the White-Haired Immortal.

This misunderstanding was never clarified by either side, so it was naturally overlooked.

This caused Murong Fu to overestimate the White-Haired Immortal's strength while underestimating Su Rui's true Realm.

"Since that is the case, then swallow this!"

The White-Haired Immortal tossed over a small vial. Murong Fu reached out and caught it, his expression slightly hesitant.

"This mission is extremely important. If you wish to participate, you must swallow this. After the plan is complete, I will take you to meet the Cult Master."

Murong Fu felt the gazes directed at him and understood he couldn't refuse.

"After the mission ends, I will naturally give you the antidote,"

Seeing Murong Fu looking somewhat nervous, Mo Qixuan added a sentence, which finally made him a little more at ease.

He opened the vial cap and poured out a Medicinal Pill glowing with a faint blue light.

He tilted his head back and swallowed it. A warm current rose from his abdomen, quickly spreading throughout his body.

Murong Fu's expression changed slightly; he actually felt his own strength increase in that instant.

"This medicine is quite good, isn't it? This boost won't disappear after you take the antidote,"

Mo Qixuan said with a light laugh.

"Thank you, Lord!"

At this point, some of Murong Fu's initial resistance faded.

To think there was such a miraculous Medicinal Pill; perhaps there were other methods?

"We have set up the Gu Xu Formation within a fifty-mile radius around Snow Moon City, covering an area of a hundred miles. Snow Moon City is precisely at the Formation's core. Once the Formation is activated, the entire city will be like falling into the netherworld!"

Mo Qixuan looked at Murong Fu and spoke slowly.

Murong Fu's heart jolted, and shock appeared on his face.

"And your mission is to eliminate the young talents of the major powers within the city after the Gu Xu Formation is activated."

Murong Fu's heart tightened.

"This might cause quite a bit of trouble."

"You don't need to worry about that. Just execute the orders. With the help of the Gu Xu Formation, it should not be difficult for you,"

Mo Qixuan said lightly. Seeing Murong Fu still hesitant.

"The Holy Cult has deployed heavy troops this time. Do you think we care about the reactions of those people?"

Murong Fu pondered for a moment and felt that it was indeed the case.

He nodded in agreement.

"Very good. You should return to the city first to prepare."

"Yes!"

Murong Fu responded, then used his movement technique and headed straight for Snow Moon City.

"Lord, this person is cold-blooded and ruthless. I just said that casually, and I didn't expect him to actually kill his own people that very night."

"It has nothing to do with us,"

Mo Qixuan replied calmly.

"As long as he completes the mission, what does it matter if I introduce him to the Cult Master? How far he can go depends entirely on his own ability."

"Subordinate understands."

That person said no more.

Murong Fu returned to the inn in the city.

He found that the rooms he had booked earlier were completely empty.

Even his last attendant, ABi, was nowhere to be seen.

After asking the waiter, he learned that ABi had gone in the direction of the Martial Arts Hall.

Murong Fu was so angry he almost spat blood.

Meanwhile, inside the Martial Arts Hall, Wang Yuyan led a green-clothed girl to Su Rui and knelt down respectfully.

Su Rui looked at the woman who, in the original story, had always followed the deranged Murong Fu, his expression slightly complex.

"Teacher, ABi also wants to stay at the Martial Arts Hall,"

Wang Yuyan said earnestly.

"You know too?"

Su Rui spoke slowly.

"Yes,"

ABi replied in a low voice, her expression downcast.

"Since that is the case, let her stay. She can handle some miscellaneous tasks for now."

"Thank you, Hall Master. I wonder... may I learn some martial arts?"

ABi suddenly looked up and asked cautiously.

A sharp glint flashed in Su Rui's eyes, and then he gently shook his head.

ABi's expression dimmed.

"Your Aptitude is insufficient, but Yuyan understands numerous martial arts. You can ask her for guidance."

Only then did ABi realize, quickly bowing in thanks, her gratitude overflowing.

"Alright, you two may withdraw now!"

"Teacher, Yuyan will leave now!"

Wang Yuyan took ABi's hand and turned to walk back to the rear courtyard.

Su Rui's gaze slowly fell upon Xu Weixiong.

"Continue practicing!"

Xu Weixiong's face tightened, but he dared not disobey.

In the inner city pavilion of Snow Moon City, Baili Dongjun and the others had already returned.

Everyone sat down, looking at each other, silent for a moment.

The entire pavilion was so quiet it seemed empty.

The scene of Su Rui transforming into the phantom of a divine bird and carrying everyone back to Snow Moon City in the air still shook the hearts of all present.

Now, everyone was gathered here, but no one was willing to speak.

The Aura displayed by the Kunpeng Dragon-Fighting Technique was lofty as the heavens, seemingly capable of soaring ninety thousand li, making it difficult for them to fathom or cope with.

That Aura alone had already surpassed their understanding.

"Truly breathtaking. This Hall Master's cultivation is far beyond what we can reach,"

The Scholar Sword Immortal Xie Xuan finally broke the silence.

The atmosphere in the pavilion eased slightly as a result.

Someone let out a quiet breath, the sound exceptionally clear in the silence.

Everyone exchanged glances, revealing wry smiles.

"This Hall Master is truly like an Immortal. Your Snow Moon City is truly blessed!"

One person sighed.

Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng exchanged a look, both puzzled.

"Previously, the City Lord of Luoshui helped Snow Moon City gain fame, and then City Lord Li shaped it into one of the four great famous cities of Northern Li.

Now, another figure like this has appeared. Who wouldn't be amazed?"

The person's words were full of envy.

Such an unparalleled expert, if they appeared in one's own territory, just by forging a slight connection, one could benefit endlessly.