The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 199
“Ah, who is it? Is she the only one who can command Mount Huang? What about the other descendants who subdued the Vermilion Bird evil spirit? ”
Mo Ran did not answer him directly. Instead, he said, “A thousand years ago, the one who subdued the Vermilion Bird evil spirit was called Song Qiao. His courtesy name was Xingyi.”
Xue Meng turned pale with fright. He blurted out, “Hua Bi Supreme, Xingyi?!”
“Yes.”
“He, he is the last person in the history of cultivation who could become a Grandmaster. He is the Butterfly Bone Beauty!”
Mo Ran said expressionlessly, “That’s right. Therefore, the last person who could open the gate to Mount Huang died in the sea of fire of the Confucian Wind Sect. It was Song Qiutong. ”
Xue Meng’s mouth involuntarily opened wide. Just as she was about to say something, there was a sudden commotion in the distance. A large group of green-robed cultivators from Jade Pool Manor suddenly surrounded the barrier at the foot of Phoenix Mountain.
“Manor Master Li!”
“Manor Master!”
Chu Wanning’s expression changed slightly. He walked over and pushed through the crowd. He saw Li Wuxin being supported by his disciples. His face was as white as paper and he spat out blood. The smelly blood stuck to his white beard. His lips were pale and his eyes were rolled up. He was already unconscious. He said in a trembling voice, “He is the first … he is … he is the first …”
Because Li Wuxin withdrew his power, the remaining Sect Masters suffered even more backlash from the barrier. Huang Xiaoyue was the temporary Hall Master of Jiang Dongtang. Her mana was weaker than the other Sect Masters. At this time, she could not take it anymore. Even turning her head was difficult.
Jiang Xi, on the other hand, looked at Li Wuxin even though his face was pale. He said, “He is under the influence of the Phoenix Nightmare.”
The barrier of Mount Huang was imbued with the curse of the Phoenix. Once someone tried to tear open the crack and attempt to climb up the mountain, they would be easily swallowed by the nightmare.
This was similar to the illusion of Jin Chengchi’s Heart-Picking Willow. However, the Phoenix Nightmare was hard to get rid of. Those who were affected would not wake up again.
Seeing this, the Jade Pool Manor disciples knelt on the ground. Some of them even began to cry, “Manor Master! Wake up, Manor Master — — ”
Li Wuxin laughed and talked in his sleep. Suddenly, he broke free from his disciple Zhen Congming. He lay on the ground and began to dance, laughing, “First! First! First! ”
Among the disciples of other sects, someone whispered, “What is number one?”
Li Wuxin, however, was not going to answer them. Immersed in the joy of the nightmare, he opened his mouth, revealing two rows of teeth that were sticky with blood and saliva. He laughed in an extremely intoxicated manner. After a while, as if the nightmare had suddenly turned around, his old face that was as dry as a dead tree stiffened and revealed an expression of anger.
.. You………. ……… You promised to return the Secret Scroll of Bi Tan Village to me! …. you. You…….
After a while, it turned into a sorrowful face.
Li Wuxin had always been an old Daoist priest who cared a lot about his reputation. He was also the head of a manor. He had never shown such a face in front of others before…
He didn’t look like a Sect Leader or a Daoist priest.
He didn’t even look like a man.
His face was contorted in grief, as if he was trying his best to stuff his dignity into the wrinkles that covered his face. He begged, “Eight billion gold is really too much. That secret scroll of swordsmanship originally belonged to Blue Pool Manor, it belonged to my great master. But at that time, the sect was destitute and had no money left. I had no choice but to sell it to you … Sect Master … I beg you, just a little less …”
Everyone looked at each other in dismay.
Eight billion gold?
Sword technique scroll?
Then someone suddenly remembered that the former Sect Leader of Jade Pool Manor had a strong temperament and spoke out righteously. He had attracted the attention of many sects in the cultivation world and suffered a great disaster. No one was willing to help him. After that, the entire Jade Pool Manor declined day by day. They couldn’t even allocate enough money to subsidize their disciples for three years. Then, for some reason, they suddenly became rich again. But inexplicably, after that generation, the Water Cutting Sword Technique of Jade Pool Manor, which was once famous in the Nine States, fell into decline. The disciples who came after could not use the essence of it.
Because of this, there were always people in the Jianghu who ridiculed Li Wuxin. They said that it was because he didn’t teach well that the Jade Pool Manor, which used to be the Sword Saint’s Manor, fell to the bottom of the cultivation world.
But now, everyone was shocked to realize that things might not be as simple as they thought. Could it be that the Jade Pool Manor survived the great disaster by selling the sword technique scroll?
This kind of profiteer who took advantage of the situation, some people immediately thought of Lonemoon Ye, and many gazes secretly swept over Jiang Xi’s face.
“Could it be Lonemoon Ye …”
“Could be Sect Master Jiang’s Grandmaster …”
Li Wuxin was still struggling and rolling on the ground in pain. Zhen Congming couldn’t even hold him. He cried and screamed, and then he simply got up and kowtowed to the people around him. Blood and snot flowed down together.
“Give it back to me. I’ve been collecting it for most of my life. I only have 5.1 billion gold in total.” Li Wuxin wailed, “It’s only 5.1 billion gold … I’ve tried my best, but I really don’t have that much money. I can’t kill, rob, or do all kinds of bad things for money, can I? Your sect earns tens of thousands of gold coins a day, but the Jade Pool Manor really doesn’t have that much money … I beg you … ”
Hearing that his sect earns tens of thousands of gold coins a day, those who hadn’t looked at Jiang Xi before began to look at Jiang Xi. Jiang Xi’s Xuanyuan Pavilion was the biggest black market in the cultivation world. Who else could it be other than him?
A young disciple of the Jade Pool Manor was so angry that his eyes were already red. He shouted at Jiang Xi, “Sect Master Jiang! So the three most important scrolls of our Jade Pool Manor’s Broken Water Swordsmanship are in your hands, Lonemoon Ye?! You want eight billion gold coins, you … how can you be so shameless?! ”
Before Jiang Xi could speak, someone on his left said in a hoarse voice, “The truth hasn’t been revealed yet. How dare you accuse Sect Master Jiang?”
The person who spoke was actually Huang Xiaoyue, who was almost out of breath.
This old guy’s hands were trembling as he held the barrier. He still wanted to speak to Jiang Xi to show his loyalty. His intentions were clear as day.
The Jade Pool Manor disciple was so angry that he rushed up to scold Huang Xiaoyue. However, he was firmly held back by his fellow disciples, who advised, “Zhen Fu, don’t provoke them.”
Hearing this name, Mo Ran was stunned.
If it was in the past, he might have thought that this name was the same as being really smart, making people laugh their heads off. But now, as he looked at the rotten old man who kept kowtowing in the mud, he suddenly felt very bitter.
He couldn’t laugh at all.
“If five billion gold coins isn’t enough … then … then 5.5 billion gold coins?” Li Wuxin was crying. He kept wiping his tears with his sleeve. “5.5 billion gold coins. I’ll go to Yi Zhou’s Chang Clan and sell some magic tools and spirit stones. I’ll still be able to get 5.5 billion gold coins … Sect Master, please do me a favor and be merciful … Just return the sword manual to me.”
He bent his head and kowtowed. In the end, his forehead was cut and bleeding.
“The Broken Water Swordsmanship is the soul of Jade Pool Manor …” he cried. “Before my late master passed away, his only wish was for me to redeem the sword manual. I’ve tried my best all my life … All my life, I’ve turned from black hair to white hair. I’ve also begged you instead of your father … I’ve even begged Luo Fenghua …”
“Ah!”
Everyone suddenly turned pale.
Luo Fenghua?!
Li Wuxin had begged Luo Fenghua?!
It wasn’t Lonemoon Ye … it was … it was …
They all turned around, but no one was moving. However, they immediately parted ways, because almost all of the people from the various sects were turning their heads to look at Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi in the corner.
“It’s the Confucian Wind Sect!”
This time, there was no need to whisper. Someone yelled.
“How shameless!”
“I was just wondering how the Confucian Wind Sect’s swordsmanship suddenly improved so much in the past few decades. They even have the style of a Sword Saint! Beasts! ”
“Back then at the Spiritual Mountain Conference, they even gave Nangong Si third place! What kind of swordsmanship is that?! ”
“This is so disgusting!!”
Nangong Si stood in place with a stupefied expression. Of course, he didn’t know about the evil scandals of the Confucian Wind Sect. The evil that his father and ancestors had committed should have fallen on the heads of the seventy-two cities of the Confucian Wind Sect. Now, he had to bear all of it alone.
He didn’t run away, nor did he make a sound. His expression was ashen as he stood there silently.
Ye Wangxi wanted to shake his hand, but Nangong Si quietly pulled it away. He stood in front of Ye Wangxi.
“He actually has the face to come …”
“His father is such a beast. What kind of good do you think his son is?”
The people of Jade Pool Manor were the most indignant. They shouted at them, “Scram! Why aren’t you scramming?! ”
“The Confucian Wind Sect is no longer among the Ten Great Sects! What are you standing here for?! Scram! ”
“Adulterous couple, shameless!”
Impassioned voices rose and fell from the surroundings. They were cursing and spitting, and their faces were filled with clear hatred.
Suddenly, someone rushed over. It was a disciple of Jade Pool Manor. That person grabbed Nangong Si by the collar. Ye Wangxi immediately shouted, “Ah Si!”
Nangong Si only managed to push her away in the time it took for a spark to fly off a piece of flint. Then, that Jade Pool Manor disciple pressed him to the ground. Fists rained down on his face, chest, and abdomen. Fist after fist, they didn’t use spiritual energy, but they were heavy, fierce, and crazy.
At this time, another cold voice suddenly said sternly, “Stop.”
A heavy punch landed on Nangong Si’s handsome face. Nangong Si coughed up a mouthful of blood. His hair was disheveled, and he lay on the ground covered in mud.
That angry disciple wanted to wave his fist again, but his arm was grabbed by someone.
He angrily turned around and spat, “Beast! I don’t want you- ”
He didn’t say anything.
Because the person standing in front of him was the world’s number one Martial Scholar, Chu Wanning.
“Stop.”
Chu Wanning’s eyes were like a cold spring. He looked down at him with an indescribable expression. It seemed like there were many emotions on his face, but it also seemed like there was nothing.
He just tightly held the youth’s arm and pursed his lips. After a while, he said, “Stop fighting.”
Nangong Si coughed up another mouthful of blood on the ground. Ye Wangxi hurriedly tried to help him up, but he was waved away. “Don’t worry about me. I should take responsibility for the Confucian Wind Sect in place of my father.”
That youth became even angrier. He struggled to break free from Chu Wanning’s hand and wanted to fight again.
Chu Wanning’s sword-like eyebrows rose. “Stop fighting!”
“It’s none of your business! You’re someone at the pinnacle of life and death. It’s none of your business! “That youth also went crazy. He roared at Chu Wanning,” Why are they treating my master like this? Why?! Why are they treating Jade Pool Manor like this?! Jade Pool Manor has been acting like an ox or a horse for the Confucian Wind Sect for so many years!! Why … why?!! ”
He began to wail.
Behind him, Li Wuxin was moaning and begging.
Li Wuxin was still begging Nangong Liu, who didn’t actually exist in his consciousness. “Luo Fenghua said he was willing to exchange the sword manual for mine … but I don’t know where he put it … you promised me … Sect Master … you promised me …”
“I’m 79 years old this year. I don’t have many years left to live. In this lifetime, my cultivation level isn’t high enough. Maybe I won’t be able to become an immortal and see my master … but I can’t fail to do the one thing he entrusted me with.” Li Wuxin’s every word was like a blood clot that had been dug out of his throat. He was also wailing, “I can’t not do it, Sect Master … give it back to me … give the Jade Pool Manor … back to this old man …”
“I beg you …”
The Jade Pool Manor disciple was trembling. Chu Wanning’s hand was also slightly trembling.
The youth’s eyes were filled with tears, hatred, and confusion.
But he couldn’t break free. In the end, he spat on Chu Wanning’s face and said, “What Grandmaster? They’re all beasts.”
“Shizun!”
“Mo Ran, stand there and don’t move. Don’t come over.”
Chu Wanning let go of the youth’s hand. The youth regained his freedom and immediately went to beat up Nangong Si, who was already covered in cuts and bruises. But unexpectedly, a ray of golden light fell and Haitang’s enchantment opened, firmly protecting Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi.
Chu Wanning was originally half-kneeling on the ground. At this moment, he slowly stood up and looked at the blurry faces that were watching the commotion.
At one end of the crowd was him, while at the other end was Li Wuxin, who was weeping blood and tears.
Li Wuxin’s old voice was heard. It was like the winter’s branches piercing the blue dome of heaven. “Is 5.5 billion not enough …”
In the dreamland, this old man was still trying to bargain with Nangong Liu.
He was lowly and dead.
Extremely lowly.
So lowly that his old face had turned into sand.
“5.8 billion?”
His voice was trembling.
Chu Wanning closed his eyes.
His hands were also curled and trembling under his wide sleeves.
But he still said word by word, “Nangong Si, son of the old friend Rong Yan, Madam Rong.”
In front of the huge Phoenix Mountain, there were more than a thousand people. It was so quiet that they could only hear Li Wuxin’s howling and Chu Wanning’s cold and stern voice.
On one end, Li Wuxin said, “5.8 billion should be enough, right? Those are only three sword manuals … ”
On the other end, Chu Wanning said, “When I left the mountain, I didn’t bring any money with me, so I don’t know how to ask for it. It was Madam Rong who gave me a meal and allowed me to temporarily stay in the Confucian Wind Sect. ”
He paused. Thus, only the sound of Li Wuxin’s sobbing could be heard.
“Madam Rong once ordered me to accept her son Nangong Si as my disciple. Because I was young, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to fulfill the task, so I didn’t agree. But that year … ”
Chu Wanning slightly turned his face and glanced at Nangong Si, who was lying on the ground. He finally and slowly revealed the truth that Nangong Si didn’t remember, word by word.
“That year, Madam Rong brought her young son and kowtowed to me three times in front of the ancestral temple. She said that Nangong Si’s ceremony as master was complete. If I was willing to stay in the Confucian Wind Sect for a long time in the future, Nangong Si should treat me as a master.”
Chu Wanning raised his eyes.
“Nangong Si is my disciple.”
Hearing this, Xue Meng’s face instantly turned ashen!
Mo Ran and Shi Mei’s complexions weren’t very good either, but they didn’t say anything. They just looked at Chu Wanning.
“If it’s true that a son should repay his father’s debt, then a teacher for a day is a father for life. Since I’ve accepted Nangong Si’s three kowtows, he can call me master. “Chu Wanning said,” His master is still here. Therefore, whether you want to seek revenge or beat me … I won’t resist as long as I’m here. ”
“Shizun!”
“Shizun –!!”
Mo Ran, Xue Meng, and Shi Mei all knelt down. Nangong Si also struggled to get up from the ground. The blood in his mouth hadn’t stopped yet, and he could only mutter, “No … I won’t kowtow … I haven’t kowtowed … I don’t have a master … I don’t have a master …”
However, at this time, Li Wuxin suddenly let out a long howl. He raised his head to the sky, his hair and beard fluttering like snow. His eyes were wide open, and blood continuously flowed out from his eye sockets.
He howled, he cried, he choked, he stammered.
“5.9 billion, that should be enough, right? Sect Head Nangong … 5.9 billion … Just take the extra as pity on this old man and leave me some money for my coffin … Okay, okay? ”
He raised his neck in a posture as if he was about to be killed. Finally, he screamed, his veins bulging.
“Okay!!!”
Three ‘okay’ in a row. Li Wuxin suddenly vomited blood again. Blood spurted wildly. Deathly silence.
Then, he fell to the ground with a thump.
This was the Lord of the most inferior sect in the Upper Cultivation World. This was the old man who had always deliberately curried favor with every sect he could, wandering everywhere like a clown. This was the big joke who had spent most of his life, but was still mediocre and couldn’t even redeem three sword manuals.
A good-for-nothing, a mediocre person.
Just like that, he fell into the gray dust with his eyes wide open.
Dead.
The wind whistled. Everyone had different expressions on their faces, and no one said anything.
But Mo Ran suddenly remembered that there were treasures on Jiao Mountain, enough to revive the sect. This was something that even Jiang Dongtang knew.
Since Blue Pool Village and Confucian Wind Sect were so close, there was no way they wouldn’t understand what this meant.
After Nangong Liu’s death, many large and small sects chased after Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi alive. They said it was for revenge, but in their hearts, they were all thinking about those mountains of gold and silver.
But Blue Pool Village didn’t.
Blue Pool Village just clumsily thought of stupid ways to make friends with the Life and Death Summit and Lonemoon Night, hoping that they could look after each other and help each other in the future.
Li Wuxin didn’t even think about the Confucian Wind Sect’s gold and silver treasures.
He was clearly the one who had been bullied and oppressed by the Confucian Wind Sect all his life.
Perhaps, it was because he had been bullied and oppressed for so long that this old man understood that he could take money, but not injustice.
Mo Ran looked at Li Wuxin’s dirty old face in the dust, dirty to the point that it was somewhat funny.
He suddenly understood why on that day when the Confucian Wind Sect was in a state of panic, when everyone was running for their lives, this old man wanted to escape, but he was so timid that he didn’t leave.
He obviously didn’t have any great skills, but he braced himself and stayed in the sea of fire.
A single sword saved dozens of lives that had nothing to do with him.
People said that Blue Pool Village’s grandmaster had a set of water-breaking sword techniques that could break the flow of water and break the sky. He was known as the Sword Saint in history.
Li Wuxin lacked three books, so he couldn’t learn this amazing sword technique, so he couldn’t become the Sword Saint.
The only thing he could do in the end was to use an enlarged flying sword to send those people he didn’t know at all, even the disciples of the Confucian Wind School, out of the sea of fire, and bring them back to the human world one by one.
