Seeing Yan Ting had already fled far away, the Azure-Robed Scholar relaxed. Just then he suddenly felt killing intent from behind. He quickly turned around to see “Song Divine Blade” had silently approached his side. Earlier, Gao Tianwei and Old Madam Zhu had shown shameless behavior by breaking their word, but this “Song Divine Blade” hadn’t joined the attack, only quietly observing from the side. Looking at his extraordinary bearing, he must be a formidable enemy.

The Azure-Robed Scholar smiled slightly: “Master Song, the Azure-Robed Scholar is known for unparalleled lightness skills in the martial world. If I wanted to leave, could you people stop me?” Song Gongmai shook his head: “Not to mention the Azure-Robed Scholar’s outstanding integrity—even the former Right Phoenix Military Advisor was renowned throughout the world. How could he be one to break faith? Since you’ve admitted defeat, you won’t flee in bad faith.”

The Azure-Robed Scholar laughed heartily. His figure flashed and he was already back on the platform. Everyone seeing his movement so fast, like entering an uninhabited realm, felt horrified.

At this moment, eight Divine Blade Sect disciples surrounded the platform, each channeling their power to maintain the tilted tower’s stability. Song Gongmai slowly walked back onto the platform and pointed at the tower: “Azure-Robed Sect Leader, according to our agreement, if you had won this round, we would naturally escort you away respectfully. But you unfortunately lost just now, so you must return with us to the capital to meet Minister Jiang. Come with us!”

As he spoke, over ten skilled fighters approached, all raising blades toward the Azure-Robed Scholar. If he moved even slightly, they would strike with chaotic blades.

The Azure-Robed Scholar stepped forward two paces and looked up at the tall tower built from bone tiles, saying grimly: “You break your word and harm innocent girls. I could leave with a flick of my sleeve, but today, right now, if I don’t solve this puzzle, you might think too little of the three words ‘Nine Flower Mountain’!” He looked up to heaven and gave a long whistle. With a flick of his sleeve and his power unleashed, the bone tiles shook and the tilted tower seemed about to collapse. The disciples were greatly alarmed and scattered to avoid it.

Song Gongmai thrust out both palms and called: “Down!” A stream of gentle protective energy pressed down, and the bone tiles actually fell back down, restoring the tilted tower to its original state. The two briefly competed in strength without clear victory, each secretly admiring the other.

At this time, Gao Tianwei had also returned to the platform and sneered: “Azure-Robed Scholar, what else do you want to do? Keep stubbornly resisting?”

The Azure-Robed Scholar was so angry he laughed instead. His sleeve flicked out and swept a bone tile from the iron box. He said coldly: “Watch clearly. If the ‘Azure-Robed Scholar’ can’t beat you, then let ‘Tang Shiqian’ break this puzzle!” Song Gongmai shook his head: “At this point you still don’t know repentance—don’t you know you’ve already fallen into the demonic path?”

The Azure-Robed Scholar scoffed: “Demonic path? What is the demonic path? The court being vicious and cruel, harming virtuous people—that is demonic! Today you’ve planted evil causes, and the world will eventually see rebels gather as evil fruit.” He picked up the bone tile and said sternly: “This move I make now represents the blood and tears of all the world’s heroes! Take this!” Hearing his fierce words, Gao Tianwei instead burst into laughter.

Song Gongmai pressed his hand to the ground, his internal energy activating to take over the situation. The eight disciples who had been responsible earlier were exhausted and quickly left the platform to rest. Now the tower was stabilized by internal energy, keeping the bone tiles firmly fixed and never falling. If the internal energy was withdrawn, the tilted tower would immediately collapse. Victory or defeat was entirely determined by Song Gongmai. If the Azure-Robed Scholar wanted to win this round, there was absolutely no chance.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated, wanting to see how the Azure-Robed Scholar would respond.

Suddenly there was a light whistle. The Azure-Robed Scholar flicked his finger and the bone tile shot toward the sky with a “whoosh,” instantly disappearing from sight.

Everyone looked confused, not knowing his intention. Gao Tianwei laughed heartily: “For someone called Phoenix Feather, how can you be so foolish? Brother Song, let’s collapse the tower!” As he spoke, Song Gongmai raised both hands, relaxed his internal energy, and the tower immediately collapsed.

The Azure-Robed Scholar’s mouth curved sideways, his handsome face showing rare killing intent. He flicked his sleeve and shouted: “Heroes of the world! All rise!”

Where the sleeve wind passed, all bone tiles floated up. Countless tile dots danced in mid-air, then fell down one by one in perfect order. The first bone tile lay flat on the ground, then the second, third, fourth… layering and falling down. In an instant, over a hundred bone tiles were all arranged horizontally, neatly stacked into a seven-foot-tall “Heaven-Reaching Tower”!

The Azure-Robed Scholar looked up and said softly: “Come down!” Just then, a bone tile fell from mid-air, landing precisely on top of the tower. This bone tile wasn’t lying horizontally but was inserted diagonally at a sharp angle, standing inverted. Under the sunlight, the tile’s pointed corner gleamed faintly, making everyone in the venue amazed beyond words.

Gao Tianwei was shocked and horrified, saying tremblingly: “You… what kind of martial arts is this?”

The Azure-Robed Scholar paid no attention, only squinting and saying calmly: “I have placed my bone tile—now it’s your turn.”

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Everyone in the venue looked closely at the tower before them—about seven feet high with the top tile slanted and standing upright like wearing an official hat. It was truly incredible. This bone tile was made from Sichuan red cypress, covered with red lacquer, hard as iron yet slippery as oil. They didn’t know how the Azure-Robed Scholar had accomplished this. The various experts thought it over—the bone tile must have been imbued with the Azure-Robed Scholar’s profound internal energy to pierce through the tiles below and establish a stable base. As everyone speculated, they heard Yan Song sigh: “Remarkable, remarkable! To comprehend the ‘Golden Horn Awl’ without a teacher—the Azure-Robed Scholar truly deserves to be called the world’s strategist.” Hearing his praise, the onlookers thought the “Golden Horn Awl” must indeed be an extremely difficult ultimate technique. Whether Song Gongmai took the field or Gao Tianwei made a move, the situation would definitely be difficult.

At this moment, the tower’s top had become a sharp point. To place anything on it would require positioning it on the sharp corner, but these bone tiles were slippery to handle. Placing anything on the sharp corner would immediately slide and fall to the ground. There seemed to be no solution. The Azure-Robed Scholar smiled: “Gentlemen, who is willing to take the field and play a round?”

Gao Tianwei made a “hey” sound, never expecting such a strange thing to exist in the world. Not knowing how to respond, he remained silent.

But Song Gongmai snorted and said in a deep voice: “This old man will take your move.” He picked up a bone tile and stood beside the tower. His tall stature was as great as Demon Gold’s height. Standing beside the tower now, he was actually half a head taller than it. He raised the bone tile, his fist channeling strength and gripping tightly, about to make his move.

Everyone was secretly amazed. At this moment the tower’s top was like an awl—it simply couldn’t hold any object. According to the rules, Song Gongmai definitely had to place a bone tile, but they didn’t know how he would proceed. Could he make the bone tile float in mid-air? Several quick-thinking people were urgently pondering solutions. Xing Xuanbao thought for a long time without finding an answer and coughed, asking Yan Song: “Sect Leader Yan, is there a way to handle this situation?” Yan Song nodded: “Previous generation masters of our sect practiced divine strength and could use ‘Curved Bowl’ to break ‘Golden Horn Awl.'” Everyone heard about “Curved Bowl” but didn’t know what kind of miraculous technique it was, their hearts full of speculation.

However, Gao Tianwei on the platform wasn’t in such good spirits, secretly lamenting his hardship. Though Song Gongmai’s blade technique was formidable, he only excelled at external martial arts. How could such a bear-like strong man gain advantage in this delicate work of stacking towers and building blocks? Just as he was about to speak to stop him, he heard Song Gongmai roar toward heaven: “Divine Blade Energy!”

He raised his hand and hammered down with a thunderous crash. The tile tower shook violently, swaying precariously. Song Gongmai immediately raised his voice to count, then shouted: “Azure-Robed Sect Leader, I’m done! Now it’s your turn!” Everyone seeing him finish placing in just a few moves felt amazed and quickly looked at the tower top, immediately crying out in surprise.

They saw the bone tile at the tower’s top had been bent into a curved shape by Song Gongmai’s vigorous internal energy, molded into a bowl form. The tile rested on the sharp corner, still swaying unsteadily. Everyone exclaimed in wonder and praised, finally understanding what Yan Song meant by “Curved Bowl.” It seemed that to place a tile on the sharp corner shape, it must be curved into a bowl or hook shape, otherwise it would be impossible. But this bone tile was made of red cypress, hard as walnut. To bend and curve it without tremendous strength would be absolutely impossible.

Seeing Song Gongmai’s grip strength far exceed ordinary people, comparable to Shaolin’s hard martial arts, everyone was greatly impressed.

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The situation had reversed. Earlier, the Azure-Robed Scholar’s inverted bone tile with the sharp point upward was already an unsolvable ultimate technique, but this Song Gongmai was truly incomprehensible—actually using external hard martial arts to pinch the bone tile into a bowl shape. The slippery bowl resting on the tower point, curved on the back—no one could place anything on top of it anymore. This puzzle was already unsolvable.

Xing Xuanbao knew Yan Song was skilled at “Heaven-Reaching Tower” and quickly asked: “How is it? Can this situation still be saved?” Yan Song coughed: “Once ‘Golden Horn Awl’ is broken by ‘Curved Bowl,’ it’s usually game over.” Hearing this, the onlookers nodded one after another. Seeing Yan Song’s experienced knowledge, and even he said this situation was unsolvable, the Azure-Robed Scholar’s side seemed beyond rescue.

Song Gongmai sneered coldly, thinking: “Azure-Robed Sect Leader, no matter how deep your schemes, you have no strategy at this moment, right?”

This “Curved Bowl” technique was truly bizarre—not only solving the difficult problem the opponent had set, but also turning the tables on the enemy. Soon when the Azure-Robed Scholar tried to place his bone tile, no matter what method he used, he would definitely lose. Though the Azure-Robed Scholar was extremely intelligent, at this moment he could only hold the bone tile and stare blankly. It seemed that though his wisdom was high, he couldn’t solve this difficult problem either.

Gao Tianwei loved sarcastic remarks and immediately laughed: “What else do you want to maintain? Quickly admit defeat. Must you embarrass yourself and collapse this tower before you understand submission?” The Azure-Robed Scholar smiled bitterly. He lowered his head to carefully examine the bone tile and sighed: “With the situation as it is, I have no choice but to try my best.”

Hearing he still wanted to try again, Song Gongmai couldn’t help but make an “oh” sound: “If the Sect Leader insists on responding, I have no objection either. Please proceed.”

At this moment the tower’s top was curved and slippery like a bowl. If the Azure-Robed Scholar placed a bone tile on it, it would immediately slide and collapse. If he truly had a clever solution, Song Gongmai also wanted to see it. He extended his hand in formal invitation for him to take the field and make his move.

The Azure-Robed Scholar sighed lightly and said no more. In an instant, without even looking, he casually threw the bone tile in his hand toward mid-air, then closed his eyes.

This time the bone tile shot toward the sky—it wasn’t thrown toward the tile tower at all but fell toward a corner of the courtyard. Not only was Song Gongmai surprised, even Gao Tianwei, Yuan Yi, Yan Song and others were greatly amazed. In their confusion, everyone watched the Azure-Robed Scholar, not knowing what trick he was playing. But the Azure-Robed Scholar seemed oblivious, only closing his eyes without speaking.

Song Gongmai made a “hey” sound and frowned: “Didn’t you say you were going to break this puzzle? Why are you fooling around?” The Azure-Robed Scholar closed his eyes and said: “Manor Lord, don’t be impatient—this bone tile will return shortly.” Hearing this, everyone made “oh” sounds, not knowing what scheme he had. Below the platform, Gao Tianye and others couldn’t stand the annoyance and immediately roared loudly: “If you’re going to move, do it quickly—stop playing mysterious there!” No matter how much everyone scolded, the Azure-Robed Scholar only closed his eyes to rest his spirit, like an old monk entering meditation.

Song Gongmai frowned: “Master Yan Song, the Azure-Robed Sect Leader hasn’t collapsed the tower, but he also hasn’t placed a bone tile on the tower top. How should this victory or defeat be calculated?” Yan Song had always been full of schemes and eloquent, but at this moment his expression was awkward as he shook his head: “I… I don’t know either… I’ve never seen such a thing before.”

This was undoubtedly the truth. Since ancient times, who building tile towers wasn’t trembling with fear, carefully and cautiously placing bone tiles on the tower top? Yet who would throw and toss them around like this? Yan Song regretted it deeply, only hating that he had proposed this “Heaven-Reaching Tower” competition method. In front of these martial world geniuses, strange techniques emerged endlessly, making people shout in disbelief, forcing him, the proposer, into shameful embarrassment.

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When the Azure-Robed Scholar suddenly threw out the bone tile, Qin Zhonghai was also secretly shocked, not knowing what life-saving ultimate technique he had. Just as he was thinking, something suddenly fell on the back of his neck—cold and quite hard. Startled, he quickly reached behind his neck and grabbed an object. Looking at it, he saw something shaped like a straight bar with four pointed corners—it was a bone tile!

Qin Zhonghai’s heart tensed as he thought: “The Azure-Robed Sect Leader knows I’m here—he’s asking me for help!”

Xiang Tianshou beside him looked over in surprise: “What is this thing?” Qin Zhonghai chuckled: “This is the blood and tears of our stronghold brothers!” Chang Xuehen was surprised: “Blood and tears? What’s that?”

Qin Zhonghai looked toward the platform and saw hundreds of people inside and outside the platform—orthodox eight sects and Four Great Families—closely surrounding the platform’s edge. Many people were openly cursing, making the Azure-Robed Scholar appear isolated and alone. Qin Zhonghai gritted his teeth: “Damn! This group claims to be famous orthodox sects yet dares to bully our mountain brothers like this. With me, Qin Zhonghai, here, I absolutely won’t forgive them!” Remembering how Old Madam Zhu had earlier insulted his mother, he became even more furious. With a tiger’s roar, he leaped from the wall and pounced toward the platform.

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Everyone saw the Azure-Robed Scholar sitting in meditation with a very leisurely manner, and couldn’t help but feel secretly angry. Just as Gao Tianwei was about to open his mouth to curse, there was suddenly a tremendous crash. A person descended from heaven, landing straight on the platform like a flying general, holding a bone tile in his hand and still laughing heartily: “Damn! Finally my turn to take the stage!”

Everyone on the platform was shocked and quickly scattered to avoid. Only the Azure-Robed Scholar continued meditating as if unaware.

People inside and outside the venue were both shocked and angry, not knowing who the newcomer was. Song Gongmai looked completely surprised: “This… this person is…”

The Azure-Robed Scholar slowly stood up: “Manor Lord, don’t be surprised. Because this tile concerns fate and fortune, Tang doesn’t dare make decisions arbitrarily, so I invited this hero to come substitute for one move. Please don’t blame me.” Song Gongmai was startled and asked: “Hero?”

The Azure-Robed Scholar said calmly: “Among the common people, heroes often hide. Though the court is severe, it ultimately cannot suppress them all.” He lightly pushed the person’s back: “General Qin, with orthodox heroes of the world present, please make your move this time!”

The newcomer had a bold expression and mighty bearing, but still wore an iron foot—who else could it be but the court’s rebel son and current Nu Cang Mountain leader Qin Zhonghai?

Qin Zhonghai walked to Song Gongmai’s side and clapped this old man’s shoulder in a seemingly friendly manner: “Old fellow, hearing the three words ‘Qin Zhonghai,’ you finally recognize me, right?” Song Gongmai’s face was ugly as his Divine Blade energy activated, shaking Qin Zhonghai away. He coughed reluctantly for a while: “Among Liu Sect’s two generals, literary Yang and martial Qin—who in the martial world doesn’t know? I’ve long heard General Qin Zhonghai is brave in battle, courageous and strategic. Meeting your tiger countenance today brings me great joy.”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the venue began shouting loudly. Gao Tianwei, Old Madam Zhu and others, hearing the three words “Qin Zhonghai,” couldn’t help but be greatly shocked. Qin Zhonghai usually stayed with the army and rarely moved in the martial world. Except for the leaders, the onlookers didn’t all recognize him. Now they whispered to each other, asking about Qin Zhonghai’s background.

Qin Zhonghai’s sudden arrival—this person was Nu Cang Mountain’s leader. This time he was like a moth flying into flame, seeking his own death. Gao Tianwei was not alarmed but pleased, immediately sneering: “Qin Zhonghai, if you want to throw yourself into the net, don’t blame me for capturing you back.” Qin Zhonghai laughed heartily: “Old brother, when you fight you’re like a three-legged cat, but when you talk you’re like a lion with a big mouth. Quickly shut up and get lost! Save me from killing your disciples and grand-disciples to vent my anger.” Gao Tianwei, noble as one of the Four Great Families’ leaders, never expected Qin Zhonghai to speak so contemptuously. His face immediately turned iron-blue.

As they spoke, Xiang Tianshou had also flown over and come to Qin Zhonghai’s side to guard him.

Qin Zhonghai looked toward the tower and tossed the bone tile in his hand: “Master Tang, do you want me to play this hand?”

The Azure-Robed Scholar nodded: “To climb Mount Everest, the Nine Provinces Sword King gathered old stronghold heroes—Shi Gang, Lu Guzhan, Li Tieshan assembling in Loyalty Hall. The great momentum is quite promising. Today heroes of the world crane their necks and look expectantly, all waiting for your good hand.”

Though Song Gongmai didn’t understand the Azure-Robed Scholar’s intention, at this moment the situation was entirely under control. No matter who came, the result would be the same. He spoke without losing courtesy and bearing, immediately nodding: “I hear the General is descended from Nu Cang Mountain’s old stronghold master. If General Qin responds this time, that would be most appropriate. Please, General Qin, make your move!”

Qin Zhonghai laughed heartily: “Don’t rush! If you want to admit defeat, are you afraid there won’t be a chance?” He imitated the Azure-Robed Scholar’s manner and threw the bone tile toward mid-air. Everyone looked up and saw the bone tile shoot straight into the clouds, actually disappearing from sight.

Everyone made “eh” sounds, not knowing what trick Qin Zhonghai was playing. Just then they saw a strange “ga” sound from mid-air as a swallow rushed down and caught the bone tile in its beak. It called “ga ga” a few times, circled in mid-air for a while, then was about to fly away. Seeing this, everyone couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

But Qin Zhonghai showed no shame. In everyone’s loud laughter, he suddenly sank his qi to his dantian and actually raised his voice in a mad roar.

The roar was like thunder, like dragon chants and tiger howls. In the past when Qin Zhonghai campaigned in the Western Regions, his angry roar among ten thousand troops could shake enemy chiefs. At that time his divine skill was incomplete, yet he had such heavenly might and momentum. Today, having opened his mysterious gates with all his body’s yin and yang six meridians operating freely, his roar was even more like ten thousand tigers roaring, shaking the platform until it trembled slightly. Everyone’s weapons clattered and rang. Except for masters like Yuan Yi, Song Gongmai, and the Azure-Robed Scholar, everyone else had covered their ears and was struggling to endure.

Qin Zhonghai’s roar continued endlessly. The swallow was startled, its beak loosened, and the bone tile fell down again.

In the tide-like roaring sound, Song Gongmai was heard saying calmly: “General Qin, forgive me for reminding you. According to our previous agreement, if you collapse the tower, the Azure-Robed Sect Leader must return with us to the capital. Please be careful.” At this time, though Qin Zhonghai was roaring toward heaven, Song Gongmai’s words were clearly audible. Even more remarkably, his voice was calm without any sign of domineering temperament. This person’s position among the Four Great Families indeed showed extraordinary cultivation.

Qin Zhonghai stopped his whistling and thought: “This old dog indeed has some ability—he’s not just for show.”

Just then the bone tile came flying down. Qin Zhonghai reached out to catch it and roared: “Fire Greed Blade!”

In complete silence, Qin Zhonghai stood eight feet tall, higher than the tower. His right hand raised high above the tower. In the silence, everyone suddenly heard dripping sounds, one after another, as if water drops were falling. Song Gongmai was greatly puzzled and walked closer to the tower. Being tall, he lowered his head slightly and could already see the tower top’s condition.

Seeing the situation, Song Gongmai made a “hey” sound, his face becoming extremely pale as he cupped his hands: “Divine skill! Divine skill! I am utterly impressed.” Hearing this, everyone else in the venue felt amazed. Gao Tianwei, who never admitted defeat, immediately sneered upon hearing this. Being short in stature, he used an iron spear to support himself and climbed up to look at the tower top.

With just this one look, even Gao Tianwei sucked in a cold breath and immediately fell back down. The disciples below the platform were greatly curious, and many formed human pyramids to crane their necks and look.

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Everyone looked intently and couldn’t help but exclaim loudly. They saw red smoke swirling and hot air filling the tower top. The red cypress bone tile in Qin Zhonghai’s hand had already melted from burning, with red lacquer dropping down in large drops, hitting right on the tower top.

The red lacquer had burned into a sticky state and stuck to Song Gongmai’s curved bowl, immediately congealing into beads like melted candle wax. Qin Zhonghai gently placed the bone tile in his hand down, and relying on the burned sticky red lacquer, it immediately stuck to the curved bowl. After swaying for a while, it finally held firm like a candle. In everyone’s astonishment, they didn’t know what to say. To say Qin Zhonghai had cheated would still follow the rules—he hadn’t collapsed the tower one bit and had also steadily placed the bone tile. He seemed to have passed.

Qin Zhonghai’s internal energy was terrifyingly powerful—the heat in his palm could actually melt red lacquer. His palm temperature must have been as hot as a branding iron. Song Gongmai knew he couldn’t match him and shook his head, sighing: “I never imagined such martial arts existed in the world. I’ve truly had my eyes opened. General Qin, since you’ve surpassed everyone present, please take your people and leave.”

Qin Zhonghai laughed heartily: “Old brother speaks straightforwardly—Qin quite admires that. When I encounter Divine Blade Sect disciples in the future, I’ll kill two fewer people.” Song Gongmai made a “hey” sound, anger flashing in his eyes. But having already agreed to let them leave, he couldn’t go back on his word. He closed his eyes and waved his hand: “General, no need for more verbal sparring. Just go.”

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In Qin Zhonghai’s loud laughter, the three were about to leave the platform. The Azure-Robed Scholar walked to Yuan Yi’s side and suddenly said: “Dao Brother, when this great difficulty came, you consistently defended our mountain. Though you couldn’t save my disciple, Tang Shiqian accepts your kind intentions.” Hearing him use his old name and seeing him leave with Qin Zhonghai and others, Yuan Yi couldn’t help but be shocked: “You… you’re going to join Nu Cang Mountain?”

The Azure-Robed Scholar smiled faintly: “Orthodox people are nothing special. In the past when Zhuo Lingzhao was alive, though he killed people like hemp, he wasn’t the type to add insult to injury. To associate with this group—wouldn’t that shame the gods?” Having spoken, he flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.

Yuan Yi felt guilty in his heart, knowing he couldn’t persuade him. He only lowered his head in silent speechlessness.

The orthodox eight sects were unwilling to break faith, and Song Gongmai had already agreed to let the other party leave. Only Old Madam Zhu screamed shrilly alone. Hearing her lifelong enemies about to swagger out of the manor, how could she not be furious beyond measure? Qin Baxian’s group had killed her three sons—they were her mortal enemies. Her hatred reached the point where every pore on her body seemed to stand up. She rushed forward screaming: “Everyone watch these thieves! Don’t let even one escape!”

Qin Zhonghai recognized this old woman—it was this person who had earlier insulted his birth mother. In wild fury, he touched down with his iron foot, his figure flying up and shooting straight toward Old Madam Zhu. The onlookers, seeing his fierce momentum, were all greatly shocked. Though Old Madam Zhu was injured, with her enemy approaching, how could she have any reason to fear? She roared angrily: “Thief! I’ll kill you!”

Seeing Qin Zhonghai flying toward her, Old Madam Zhu raised her iron spear and struck fiercely at Qin Zhonghai. There was a “clang” sound as sparks flashed and red flames blazed—the blade edge chopped down and had already shattered her iron spear. Where the blade edge reached, it slashed toward her chest again. If this blade struck true, this Old Madam Zhu would probably be cut in two and die horribly. Gao Tianwei, Xing Xuanbao, Yuan Yi and others wanted to rescue her but were all a step too late.

A yellow shadow flashed as someone arrived first despite starting later, forcibly pulling her away. The blade edge was seen chopping into the ground, actually carving out a three-foot-deep long groove. Seeing someone intervene to block him, Qin Zhonghai said no more and immediately slashed again with a fierce blade—the hot flame-filled “Fire Greed Void Wind Slash,” an ultimate technique passed down by Fang Zijing.

The person opposite flicked out his sleeve with a “swoosh” sound. Air current transmitted and pushed the flames to both sides. Fire light flashed past with abnormally pressing heat, but it also neutralized Qin Zhonghai’s Void Wind Fierce Slash.

Everyone quickly looked at that person and saw him wearing monk’s robes with a dignified Buddha-like appearance—it was Songshan Shaolin Abbot, one of the Four Great Vajras, Master Lingzhi! Seeing his sudden arrival, everyone in the venue whispered and discussed among themselves. Master Lingzhi’s dharma name had the character “wisdom”—usually he seemed pedantic, but actually he was considered a strategic figure among Buddhist disciples. At this moment his sudden appearance made the Azure-Robed Scholar, Qin Zhonghai, and Xiang Tianshou in the venue all feel surprised, not knowing what medicine he was selling in his gourd. Even orthodox figures like Yuan Yi and Xing Xuanbao, and family masters like Gao Tianwei and Song Gongmai, all felt puzzled.

Master Lingzhi pressed his palms together and said: “General Qin, this female benefactor spoke hastily and doesn’t deserve death. Please, General, show mercy.”

Before Qin Zhonghai could answer, the old woman was already furious, shouting: “Watch your mouth! Zhu Family Manor has deep enmity with these people—you want us to spare them?” She tried to break free from Lingzhi, but under this high monk’s restraint, she couldn’t exert even half her strength and could only gasp with a red face, showing extreme anger.

Qin Zhonghai didn’t know why Lingzhi had come. Though secretly wary, he said coldly: “Since the old hag doesn’t appreciate the Abbot’s kindness, draw your line now—whether you want it soft or hard, Qin will accompany you to the end.” His figure flashed and he leaped back beside the Azure-Robed Scholar, kicking down three Zhu Family Manor members along the way.

Everyone seeing him come and go at will with supernatural martial arts were secretly shocked. In the vast venue, only Old Madam Zhu remained shouting loudly and cursing incessantly.

With Lingzhi’s sudden arrival, the situation changed again. The Azure-Robed Scholar stepped forward and said sternly: “Master Lingzhi, are you also going to block us?” Lingzhi pressed his palms together and smiled: “Shaolin disciples are compassionate by nature—how could we have such intentions? It’s just that seeing you benefactors compete with tile towers has moved this monk’s heart. Could Shaolin monks also play a round? Consider it fulfilling our temple’s desire to remember the Sect Leader.”

At this moment, with Lingzhi proposing to take the field, everyone was amazed. Earlier, all the heroes had fought with all their might—inserting tiles upside down, strange bowls suspended in air, red lacquer dripping—that the tile tower could drag on until now while remaining intact was already remarkable. The Azure-Robed Scholar didn’t know why Lingzhi wanted to enter this sea of suffering, so he smiled and nodded: “If the Abbot can solve this puzzle, I would also be delighted to see it. Please take the field.”

Lingzhi smiled, pressed his palms together, and called out: “Brother Lingzhen, please come over.”

Everyone heard that Shaolin had more experts present and quickly craned their necks to look. Indeed, several monks stepped up from below the platform—Lingding, Lingyin, Lingzhen and others of the Four Great Vajras. Song Gongmai was secretly amazed, not knowing when they had arrived without his awareness. It seemed that as long as there was still a Shaolin Temple in the martial world, the Four Great Families wanting to dominate would still find their strength insufficient.

Just as he was thinking, Lingzhen had already pressed his palms together and walked up, bowing to everyone: “Azure-Robed Sect Leader, it’s not that I want to trouble you, but the Nu Cang Mountain group commits all manner of evil. Our Abbot fears you’ll be led astray, so he sent me to act. Please don’t be angry.” The Azure-Robed Scholar, seeing his sincere expression that didn’t seem false, also pressed his palms together respectfully: “Master, please proceed—I await with anticipation.”

In complete silence, everyone waited to see Lingzhen’s methods. They saw him pick up a bone tile and slowly walk to the tower’s side. At this moment, the tower top had a curved bone tile with sticky residue holding an unrecognizable ruined tile. Before long, this tower would collapse on its own. Everyone knew Lingzhen was a simple-minded monk without clever debating skills, not knowing how he would resolve this situation.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated. They saw Lingzhen step forward and slowly place the bone tile down, its bottom end immediately connecting with the ruined tile Qin Zhonghai had placed. His movements were slow and gentle, his lips murmuring continuously, his face faintly showing black qi. Though in broad daylight, he seemed to be speaking with ghosts. This person was usually straightforward and bold, but his current appearance made people’s hair stand on end. Everyone was secretly afraid and each stepped back one pace.

The tower had suffered much damage—the slightest disturbance would cause it to collapse. In such a situation, they didn’t know what else Lingzhen could do, but seeing his serious manner, he didn’t seem to be toying with everyone. Just as they wondered, suddenly someone exclaimed: “Cracks! The tower is cracking!”

Before the words ended, another person cried out in alarm. Everyone was shocked and quickly looked at the tower, seeing countless tiny cracks indeed appearing at the tower top, spreading downward like a spider web in all directions.

The Azure-Robed Scholar said tremblingly: “Narakaya?” Lingzhi smiled and nodded: “Exactly Narakaya. The benefactor is indeed well-informed—this monk admires you.” Song Gongmai was also a martial world elder. Hearing their exchange, his face immediately changed drastically as he said tremblingly: “Are you speaking of Shaolin’s forbidden divine skill?”

Seeing Lingzhi neither confirm nor deny, Song Gongmai’s forehead broke out in sweat and he actually stepped back.

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“Narakaya” was Sanskrit, meaning “Hell” in Chinese. Its full name was “Narakaya Eighteen Hells Sutra,” one of Shaolin’s five great forbidden divine skills. Seeing Lingzhen’s face showing faint black qi, his lips chanting sutras softly, his internal energy flowing endlessly, he actually made all the red cypress bone tiles shatter completely. The sinister energy transmitted, and the bone tile in his hand had already been shaken to wood chips. The aftershock affected even the Azure-Robed Scholar’s Golden Horn Awl, Song Gongmai’s Curved Bowl, and Qin Zhonghai’s ruined tile—all scattered like powder from the tower top. Though Lingzhen’s internal energy was overwhelmingly powerful, the tiles below still remained standing as a tower, not falling or scattering at all, standing straight up from the ground. Seeing this internal energy so sinister and vicious, no wonder it was called by such an ominous name as “Narakaya.”

Everyone in the venue had never seen such a strange phenomenon and couldn’t help but shiver. Though Yan Song was an expert in this field, he never dreamed this Heaven-Reaching Tower could be played to such a level. Needless to say, at this moment he was already muttering to himself with a confused expression.

Lingzhi smiled, pressed his palms together, and turned to the Azure-Robed Scholar: “Brother Lingzhen has already stacked bone tiles—please make your move, benefactor.”

The Azure-Robed Scholar made a “hey” sound. Having worn a mask for years, his complexion was naturally pale, but hearing these words, he became even more bloodless.

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After the Narakaya internal energy, the tile tower was like a sand tower—the slightest external force would cause it to collapse to the ground. Not to mention bone tile collisions, any wind or rain, clouds or haze would probably make the tower collapse. Under Shaolin’s five great forbidden divine skills, opponents truly had no chance of survival. Seeing all three Nu Cang people silent, Lingzhi smiled: “Azure-Robed Sect Leader, my martial uncle has no other intention. This time he ordered us down the mountain only wanting to invite the Sect Leader to the temple for a chat to properly conclude past affinities. What does the Sect Leader think?”

The Azure-Robed Scholar looked at the situation. Now Shaolin warrior monks gathered, with Lingzhi and Lingding being supreme experts. These two’s martial arts were sufficient to compete with the Four Great Grandmasters. If they joined forces in attack, even with his supreme lightness skills, he would find it difficult to fly away and escape. Moreover, there were also orthodox experts like Song Gongmai, Gao Tianwei, Yuan Yi, and Xing Xuanbao watching like tigers. How could the three of them escape alive from here?

The Azure-Robed Scholar sighed. He faced only two paths: either fight to the death and let Qin Zhonghai and Xiang Tianshou accompany him to burial at Zhu Family Manor, or follow the Shaolin monks back to Songshan and let Tianjue decide his fate. Wolves ahead, tigers behind—the Four Great Families were vicious and sinister, while Shaolin’s Tianjue was cold and ruthless. Both sides were not easy to deal with—how could they escape to safety?

The Azure-Robed Scholar briefly assessed and had a plan. He pressed his palms together and bowed: “Abbot Master, please show great compassion and let General Qin and Hall Master Xiang leave. I will return to the mountain with you. How about it?” Before Lingzhi could speak, Gao Tianwei was already shouting: “Bold! This is Zhu Family Manor—who dares give orders here?” Hearing this, Lingzhi’s brows furrowed slightly, knowing the Four Great Families would definitely compete with them for people.

The Azure-Robed Scholar sighed: “The Abbot’s integrity is renowned throughout the world. As long as you can agree to my request, I will naturally leave with your temple’s monks.”

Before Lingzhi could answer, Gao Tianwei and others were already cursing, roaring: “What wishful thinking! Nobody goes anywhere—you can only go see Grand Tutor Jiang!” In the cursing and shouting, suddenly someone said coldly: “Azure-Robed Sect Leader, why bother begging these bastards! I, Qin, traveled through countless hardships to come here to take you away—how can I allow others to bully you with a single finger!” Everyone quickly turned to look—it was Qin Zhonghai, holding a steel blade in his left hand and a bone tile in his right, looking at the tower with an extremely murderous expression.

Seeing his murderous expression, Lingzhi immediately smiled slightly: “If the General wants to solve this puzzle, that’s not impossible. How about we also make a bet…” The Azure-Robed Scholar, hearing about a wager and fearing Qin Zhonghai would fall into a trap, quickly said: “General Qin, this matter has nothing to do with Nu Cang. You don’t need to concern yourself with this puzzle—quickly take Hall Master Xiang and leave…” He was about to say more when suddenly Qin Zhonghai roared like thunder: “Burn!”

He raised the bone tile in his hand and threw it forcefully at the tower. In an instant, he drew his blade, and within five feet around him, fire sparks flew with dazzling light in a perfect circle, surrounding him at the center. The tower, affected by the sparks, immediately caught fire and burned. The bone tile thrown earlier had already burned to nothing midway, not even leaving ashes.

Everyone on and off the platform, seeing such a strange phenomenon, couldn’t help but cry out in unison. Only then did they understand that Qin Zhonghai’s blade contained deep internal energy, and his powerful force transmitted out actually made the tower burn violently. Everyone in the venue was shocked and dismayed, suddenly thrown into chaos.

This move was exactly the Fire Greed Blade’s twelve forms’ “Heaven-Opening Great Fire Wheel.” With the tower destroyed, orthodox people’s foreheads dripped with cold sweat, not knowing what to do. Gao Tianwei shouted: “Cheating! This kid broke the rules!” Qin Zhonghai paid no attention to others. He crossed his arms and looked coldly at Lingzhi: “Old Abbot, starting from when you fought my father thirty years ago, no matter what we do, you always find it displeasing. Why don’t we have a fierce battle today and fight to the death for satisfaction? What do you say!”

Everyone seeing his arrogant words and behavior, completely disregarding orthodox people, the entire venue was shaken.

That Lingzhen had originally been standing guard nearby. Seeing Qin Zhonghai so arrogant, he couldn’t help but fly into a rage, loudly saying: “Bold rebel! In front of the Abbot, you dare speak such mad words! Let this Buddha master teach you, this maniac!” He roared, and instantly all the monks drew their weapons and rushed into the pavilion. The hundreds of orthodox experts below the platform also shouted loudly, surrounding Qin Zhonghai and others completely.

Qin Zhonghai looked sideways at those below and sneered: “I’ve made it clear—you thieves have many people and can naturally kill all three of us. But I, Qin, make a life-and-death pledge here—heh heh, today I’ll go on a killing spree regardless of men, women, old or young, making three hundred of you my burial companions!” By the end, his beard and hair stood on end, his expression like a demon king. Everyone meeting his gaze felt fear in their hearts.

Hearing this, Xiang Tianshou immediately kicked with his toes, stirring up many stones from the ground. The stones leaped to chest height as Xiang Tianshou’s middle finger continuously flicked, sending countless stones flying toward those below the platform. He knew orthodox experts were numerous, and if they couldn’t kill one or two people first to establish authority, it would be difficult to intimidate everyone. Dozens of flying stones infused with his life’s internal energy shot like meteors into the crowd, immediately forcing those below to scatter in panic.

The scene was in great chaos when suddenly Qin Zhonghai roared and his body flew out, chopping straight at Gao Tianwei’s head.

Gao Tianwei hadn’t expected him to suddenly attack and injure people. Shocked, he crouched low and quickly rolled backward. With a thunderous crash, the theater platform was already chopped in half, and everyone on the platform fell down. Instantly there was cacophony of voices and chaos.

In the confusion, a great fire exploded from the manor’s rear, inexplicably bursting into flames. Qin Zhonghai knew Chang Xuehen had succeeded and was overjoyed, immediately shouting: “Nu Cang brothers! Today we fight bloody battle at Zhu Family Manor!”

At this moment with great fires burning and multiple forces in chaotic battle, Qin Zhonghai and others fought desperately to break out. The Four Great Families each sent experts to resist. Qin Zhonghai’s blade technique was vicious, the Azure-Robed Scholar moved like a ghost, and even Xiang Tianshou’s fists and feet were ruthless, making the scene extremely dangerous.

Qin Zhonghai’s eyes red with killing, he charged straight into the crowd and immediately dragged out someone—it was Old Madam Zhu. Qin Zhonghai said sternly: “Old hag! You insulted my mother earlier—today I’ll first use you, this cheap woman, as an opening sacrifice to my innocent mother and brother who died unjustly!” Old Madam Zhu’s face was full of panic as she screamed continuously. People around wanted to rush forward to rescue her but feared Qin Zhonghai would kill her with one blade. Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

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In this chaotic moment, suddenly someone called out clearly: “Everyone, please stop fighting! Listen to my words!” This voice was crisp, elegant, and pleasantly melodious, immediately drowning out the sounds of killing. Everyone in the venue, hearing this unhurried speech, turned to look urgently and saw someone entering from the manor gate. This person’s appearance matched his voice—clear and melodious like a noble young master.

Seeing this person, Qin Zhonghai couldn’t help but be stunned. The newcomer was his former Liu Sect colleague, known as the “Refined Medical Officer” Yang Suguan. Yang Suguan walked to his front and bowed: “General Qin, for my sake, please stop the killing.”

Last year when Yang Suguan visited the prison at the Ministry of Justice, it was their final meeting. At that time Qin Zhonghai was at death’s door, barely breathing and unable to recognize people. Now he was full of vigor, wildly fighting numerous heroes with his companions. Though the two had only been apart half a year, this reunion felt like a lifetime.

Suddenly seeing an old friend, Qin Zhonghai slowed his hand and stopped fighting. He snorted and sealed Old Madam Zhu’s acupoints, pushing her toward Xiang Tianshou. The other Four Great Families still wanted to advance and seize the person, but Shaolin monks immediately blocked the way, separating both sides’ forces.

At dusk, Yang Suguan stood in the center of the venue with sunset clouds illuminating him, making him appear even more elegant. He looked around the venue, cupped his hands toward Qin Zhonghai, and sighed: “General Qin, after our hurried parting in the capital, have you been well?”

Qin Zhonghai pointed to his own iron foot and sneered: “Medical Officer Yang, have you also come to capture me?”

Yang Suguan shook his head: “As an old friend, how could I cut off your way of survival? I’m here on my master’s orders—today I have something to present to the General.”

The Tianjue Monk bore enmity with our mountain—what good thing could he send me? Qin Zhonghai laughed heartily: “What does your master want to give me? A bloody blade?”

Yang Suguan shook his head and sighed: “General, don’t be suspicious—we have absolutely no malicious intent.” He reached into his robes and took out an envelope, presenting it with both hands to Qin Zhonghai.

Qin Zhonghai suspected nothing and took out the letter, reading aloud:

“A gentleman in danger does not go to an enemy country. Recently hearing you raise your blade in rebellion, intending to occupy mountains and compete for supremacy throughout the realm, this poor monk, adhering to Bodhi Buddha-mind, pleads for the world’s common people, hoping you will come to Songshan’s Bodhidharma Courtyard to study Buddhism together and seek proper fruition. Shaolin Tianjue bows.”

Qin Zhonghai read until his mouth was dry and immediately made an “eh” sound: “What is he saying?” His literary education was limited—though not illiterate, this passage was quite difficult and left him completely confused. Hearing it, the Azure-Robed Scholar couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows. There had been countless grudges between Nu Cang Mountain and orthodox martial sects in the past. For Tianjue to step forward with an invitation now, he definitely wanted both sides to settle things once and for all.

Over there, Xiang Tianshou had once been captured by the Tianjue Monk. Now hearing the four-character dharma name “Shaolin Tianjue,” his body actually trembled slightly. Others watching couldn’t tell if he was shocked or afraid, sad or resentful.

Qin Zhonghai looked at the letter repeatedly several more times before finally understanding. Tianjue was inviting him to the mountain to study Buddhist scriptures—he probably had some conspiracy. He laughed heartily: “Medical Officer Yang, your master wants me to study Buddhist texts? Damn! If he’s so kind-hearted, why doesn’t he go enlighten the emperor and Jiang Chong, those dim-witted rulers and treacherous ministers, instead of specifically bothering me, a bandit?” He pointed at Yang Suguan and shouted: “Go back and tell your old man—I, Qin, don’t buy this!”

Yang Suguan shook his head: “General Qin, please don’t be angry. According to my master, there’s someone in your mountain who has long listened to Buddhist teachings in our mountain. Because he has ties with your mountain, he has a few words he wants to say to Brother Qin, so this invitation was made. Please do honor us with your presence.”

Qin Zhonghai snorted mockingly: “We have someone studying Buddhism at Shaolin Temple? Who is that? Could it be Yan Bamiang?”

Yang Suguan smiled faintly and turned to look at Abbot Lingzhi: “Senior Brother Abbot, this matter is inconvenient for me to say much—please tell them.” Lingzhi sighed. He looked at the Azure-Robed Scholar and said leisurely: “Azure-Robed Sect Leader, monks don’t lie. This person has ties with you—in the past you were even called Dragon and Phoenix together. You should remember these old events, right?”

The Azure-Robed Scholar’s expression was stern as he only nodded without reply. Over there, Xiang Tianshou was already greatly shocked, saying tremblingly: “Military Advisor Zhu is at Shaolin Temple?”

Nu Cang Mountain’s Hidden Dragon and Phoenix Feather once assisted the mountain lord and wisely retreated ten thousand troops—they were truly strategists who shook the world. But twenty years ago when Nu Cang Mountain was defeated, Phoenix Feather became a monk seeking the Dao while Hidden Dragon’s whereabouts were unknown. Now they had finally found Tang Shiqian with the title “Imperial Bestowed Phoenix Feather,” yet heard Hidden Dragon was in Shaolin’s hands. The three Nu Cang people’s hearts tensed, feeling the situation extremely thorny.

Yang Suguan said no more and cupped his hands toward Qin Zhonghai: “My master sincerely invites you—please lead all your mountain brothers to worship Buddha and pay respects. Our temple will receive you with utmost sincerity and dare not show the slightest discourtesy.”

Qin Zhonghai thought: “Damn! So Hidden Dragon is in the hands of these thieving monks—now there’s going to be a fight.” Though troubled in his heart, his face remained unmoved as he said calmly: “Medical Officer Yang, this appointment—do you want us to return to the temple with you right now?”

Yang Suguan bowed and cupped his hands: “My master said your mountain has many capable people. If we only invited a few, it would be discourteous. He wants to invite all brothers from your stronghold to stay at our temple for several days before leaving.”

Hearing this, everyone from Nu Cang Mountain was furious. According to the Tianjue Monk’s meaning, he actually intended to challenge and topple the entire stronghold in one move. Qin Zhonghai sneered: “Your master has quite an appetite—but we have a lot of meat on us. Can he swallow it all in one bite?”

Yang Suguan smiled: “If Brother Qin is worried and afraid, then you need not come.”

Qin Zhonghai silently calculated. The stronghold’s revival was only just over a month—its foundation wasn’t yet stable. Heroes from all directions scattered across the world, and many didn’t know about Nu Cang’s restoration. To boost prestige now, they definitely needed to fight and establish authority. For Shaolin to invite battle according to martial world rules was actually a convenient way to publicize—first, it would reduce many military casualties, and second, they could bring back our mountain’s military advisor. Why not?

After his martial arts achievement, Qin Zhonghai had long wanted to compete with heroes of the world. Thinking of this, he immediately laughed loudly: “Good! Please tell Medical Officer Yang to pass word back—on July first when the ghost gate opens, we Nu Cang brothers will naturally come to Shaolin to pay respects and discuss martial arts and literature with your master, talking ancient and modern!”

Yang Suguan bowed: “Brother Qin speaks straightforwardly—I thank you here on behalf of my master.”

With both sides having made their appointment, Yang Suguan cupped his hands formally: “Everyone may leave now.” Gao Tianwei and others, seeing him usurp the host’s role, couldn’t help but show angry expressions. Song Deguang even shouted loudly: “These thieves are so detestable—how can we let them leave?”

Yang Suguan nodded slightly and pointed at Old Madam Zhu: “Gentlemen, since we’ve made an appointment, there’s no need for more disputes now. Could you all show my master some face and spare this old lady?”

Qin Zhonghai laughed heartily: “Good! For Medical Officer Yang’s face! Today I’ll let this thieving woman go back!” He deeply hated this old woman for insulting his mother with her words and intended to severely punish her. He grabbed her collar and threw her forcefully with a swing of his arm. In the old woman’s screams, her body flew straight toward Gao Tianwei and others.

Seeing Old Madam Zhu flying straight at them with such force, Gao Tianwei and others dared not catch her directly and stepped aside. Lingzhi stood nearby and, seeing the dangerous situation, lightly flicked his sleeve. Where his energy reached, the momentum was dissipated and the old woman’s body fell to the ground. Though she had martial arts, Qin Zhonghai’s casual grab had transmitted internal energy directly into her meridians, making her fall in an utterly embarrassing manner like a dog eating dirt.

Qin Zhonghai shouted: “This old thieving woman speaks without restraint—she deserved this lesson! Everyone, let’s go!”

The orthodox people, seeing Qin and Yang had made their appointment and knowing orthodox forces would soon fight Nu Cang Mountain—when both sides fought like dragons and tigers, it would probably be a rarely seen great battle in the martial world—all stepped aside and no one came forward to block them anymore.

Old Madam Zhu hated the Nu Cang bandits most. Thinking of her three beloved sons dying at these people’s hands, her heart was like weeping blood. She crouched alone in a corner, her face showing bitter sorrow, murmuring quietly, but no one knew what she was saying…

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Seeing that his casual request had made Qin Zhonghai release the hostage, Yang Suguan thought he still remembered their old friendship. He watched Qin Zhonghai’s retreating figure and, seeing him about to leave the manor, suddenly called out: “Zhonghai!”

Hearing him use the old familiar address, Qin Zhonghai’s heart stirred and he couldn’t help but stop and reply: “Medical Officer Yang, is there something else?”

Yang Suguan said nothing but slowly stepped forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

At dusk, both men had their own thoughts as they gazed at the sunset clouds together.

“Liu Sect’s two generals, literary Yang and martial Qin”—how many times in the past had they stood shoulder to shoulder looking out together? From now on, the two would be enemies, not friends. Life’s vast seas and mulberry fields, tides rising and falling, were truly like a spring dream. Those nearby who recognized both of them couldn’t help but secretly sigh.

Yang Suguan said quietly: “Zhonghai, do you resent me?”

Qin Zhonghai shook his head and smiled. He patted his iron foot: “To borrow a saying from your monk temple—we each have our own destinies. I don’t envy or resent. You have your difficulties, I have my fate. Even if I die under your sword, I won’t blame you.”

The infinite beauty of the setting sun and evening clouds reflected on their faces, actually making it hard to keep their eyes open. Yang Suguan squinted his handsome eyes and suddenly said: “Do you remember that little wine shop in the capital?”

Qin Zhonghai laughed heartily. That night Yang Suguan had invited him, and they drank until completely intoxicated—it was their first time drinking together since meeting. Who knew that fate would diverge—the first time was also the last. From then on, Qin Zhonghai left the capital with his broken and disabled body to face hardship, only meeting again after half a year. Qin Zhonghai patted his shoulder teasingly: “Forget everything else—your alcohol tolerance was really poor. You vomited everywhere and got completely filthy, and I had to send you home. How embarrassing.”

Yang Suguan made a “hey” sound and pretended to be angry: “No such thing—don’t make up stories.”

Remembering the past, both men laughed together. Qin Zhonghai, missing old brothers like Lu Yun and Wu Dingyuan, asked: “How is everyone these days? Do you still often drink with Brother Lu and Commander Wu?” His words seemed somewhat eager.

Yang Suguan smiled faintly: “Commander Wu was posted to Liaodong, and Prefect Lu got engaged too. Everyone’s very busy—where’s the time for drinking?”

Hearing that old friends were all well, Qin Zhonghai’s face showed a smile: “What about that kid Wei Zizhuang? Did he have another son?”

Yang Suguan said: “He asked me to tell you that the five hundred taels of silver you owe him—you don’t need to repay it.” Qin Zhonghai laughed heartily: “Good thing he still remembers—I had completely forgotten.”

After chatting for a while, Yang Suguan suddenly sighed. His gaze turned downward as he said softly: “Take care. We’ll meet again at Shaolin Temple.” He turned around and, seeing Lingzhi and others waiting for him, walked over to them.

Qin Zhonghai looked up and saw the Azure-Robed Scholar and Xiang Tianshou also waiting for him. He stepped toward them when suddenly light flashed before his eyes. The sunset’s remaining glow fell on his face, and for a moment it seemed like he was back in familiar Beijing—just pass through the alley ahead, turn right around the corner, and he could reach Liu Angtian’s residence, hear that hearty, bold laughter, and see those familiar brothers…

In the haze, tears were already brimming in his eyes.

Qin Zhonghai slowed his steps and turned to look at Yang Suguan. At this same moment, Yang Suguan happened to turn around and gaze at him intently.

The green mountains remained, the setting sun remained, the clouds at heaven’s edge remained—the only things different were you and me…

The twin heroes gazed at each other and nodded. In an instant, without prior agreement, they both turned and walked away.

Among all heroes under heaven, only you and I…

This was the thirty-third year of Jingtai, June—on the eve of the Shaolin campaign.