The orthodox martial world has Four Heroes and Four Powers.

There are countless martial sects in the world, but the orthodox Eight Sects are most famous. The “Four Heroes” are Shaolin, Wudang, Kunlun, and Huashan. The “Four Powers” are Nine Flower, Kongtong, Dian Cang, and Emei. Among the world’s four great grandmasters, three come from these eight sects, showing the extraordinary status of the Four Heroes and Four Powers as leaders of the martial world.

However, with treacherous ministers dominating, the orthodox martial world was not entirely under control. In the thirty-third year of Jingtai, Ning Bufan retired early in the year, and Zhuo Lingzhao died fighting in the capital at year’s end. The Kunlun and Huashan sects had conflicts with treacherous ministers and grew distant. From then on, Jiang Chong became suspicious of the eight major sects and no longer trusted them heavily. The Four Heroes and Four Powers no longer held their former glory.

The court nurtures all people under heaven, and beneath the throne are countless capable people. How could the fall of Huashan and collapse of Kunlun damage imperial might?

The Four Great Families pacify the realm for the throne!

In the fifteenth year of Jingtai, when the court pacified Nu Cang, the current emperor, mindful of his ministers’ contributions, besides rewarding orthodox sects, also posthumously granted noble titles to the Four Great Families who suffered heavy casualties. The Grand Historian recorded as follows:

“Shandong’s Song Divine Blade, Huaixi’s Gao Heavenly General, Hebei’s Zhu Iron Spear, Lingnan’s Zhao Awakened Lion.”

The loyal heroic souls’ spirit tablets are enshrined in ancestral temples, revered by all people for generations.

The surviving meritorious members of the four families were all enfeoffed as hundred-li marquises, additionally granted a thousand mu of good farmland, their descendants exempted from taxes and duties, and given honored seating when visiting provincial and county government offices.

Now with Nu Cang rising again, Jiang Chong urgently sent letters to the four families’ descendants. Zhu Family Manor and Heavenly General Manor had already been drawn into the conflict. Whether the Four Pacifying Families would unite in expedition naturally drew much attention.

Great winds arise and clouds fly—perhaps the day when mighty warriors from all quarters return to the martial world is not far off…

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The Nu Cang heroes traveled through the night heading straight for Zhu Family Manor. Everyone thought of how orthodox experts would surely gather in great numbers, while their side had only five skilled fighters: Qin Zhonghai, Xiang Tianshou, Yan Er’niang, Tao Qing, and Chang Xuehen. Except for Qin and Xiang, the others had limited martial arts. If they faced enemy sect leaders in battle, they probably couldn’t last even the time of one incense stick. Thinking of their difficult situation, everyone felt uneasy.

On the road, when asked about Zhu Family Manor’s background, Xiang Tianshou said: “General, having long served the court, you surely know the reputation of ‘Hebei’s Zhu Iron Spear.’ During the great battle at Ghost and Demon Pavilion, the Four Great Families united to campaign, and the three Zhu brothers naturally followed orders to attack. Unexpectedly, the eldest and second Zhu brothers both died in battle, with only the youngest brother Zhu Hong escaping disaster. Some days ago, I heard Master Zhi Guan say that this Zhu Hong was depressed and, after returning home for only two years, committed suicide, leaving only his grandson Zhu Kang as the bloodline. Old Madam Zhu, heartbroken, simply moved to northern Shaanxi and no longer involved herself in martial affairs.”

Qin Zhonghai sighed, thinking: “Back then when the court battled fiercely with father, both sides suffered extremely heavy casualties.”

Thinking that in the future when the stronghold would dominate the world, he didn’t know how many heroes would have to be killed. When old friends became involved, he would have no retreat. Qin Zhonghai grew somewhat troubled thinking about this. Yan Er’niang knew his thoughts and moved closer, whispering in his ear: “Don’t be troubled. Those friends of yours are mostly upright people who won’t fight against us.”

If only it could be as Er’niang’s golden words suggested—then there would be nothing to worry about. Qin Zhonghai sighed lightly and remained silent.

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After traveling ten li, dawn was breaking. Summer dawns came early—by the time of the Tiger hour, daylight already appeared. They saw more and more travelers on the road, and these people’s pace showed they possessed martial arts. Qin Zhonghai didn’t want to encounter martial world figures face-to-face, so he led everyone to hide in tall grass and wait for them to pass.

The heroes crouched in observation. Half an hour passed with over a hundred people going by. Each person carried swords and blades, dressed in different colors, apparently from various affiliations. Everyone secretly felt apprehensive, knowing that Zhu Family Manor’s gathering was no small matter. If they wanted to rescue the Azure-Robed Scholar, it would be extremely difficult.

In the dawn mist, they suddenly saw an elderly man walking quickly on the road. This person had furrowed brows and a stern face, short in stature. The other travelers, seeing him, all hastily made way with very respectful attitudes. Qin Zhonghai’s heart tensed and he quickly asked: “Hall Master Xiang, do you recognize this old man?”

Seeing this person’s figure, Xiang Tianshou’s body actually trembled slightly: “Even Gao Tianwei has come. If the Four Great Families unite again, the situation will be quite troublesome.”

Chang Xuehen, crouched between the two, showed no fear upon hearing this. He giggled: “Brother Xiang, what Heavenly General Manor or Earthly Treasury Manor—our Twin Dragon Stronghold went there last month and made a scene, beating them until they were utterly disgraced. You’re being too timid.”

Xiang Tianshou didn’t argue back, only whispering: “I hope it’s as you say—that the enemies are vulnerable and will let us retreat unharmed.”

Xiang Tianshou was steady in his actions. For him to speak this way, the situation must be tense. Chang Xuehen snorted, and though he acted nonchalant, he also secretly became alert.

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After another half hour, no more travelers passed on the road. Everyone emerged from the grass. Qin Zhonghai, seeing the unfavorable situation where they were outnumbered, knew they must use surprise tactics to win. He pondered and said: “Brother Tao, Er’niang, don’t enter the manor later. Please prepare a hundred fast horses in the outskirts and wait three li south of the city.” Tao Qing was startled: “A hundred horses? Why so many?”

Qin Zhonghai said solemnly: “If we can rescue someone later, large numbers of pursuers will surely chase us out. A hundred fast horses fleeing in eight directions might somewhat divide the enemy forces.” Tao Qing heard his reasoning was sound and quickly agreed. Yan Er’niang walked to Qin Zhonghai’s front, and the two clasped hands, staring at each other.

Qin Zhonghai knew she worried about him and embraced her slender waist, saying gently: “Er’niang, don’t be afraid. Though the eight sects have many people, they lost Zhuo Lingzhao and Ning Bufan has retired—their best fighters are gone. The remaining Kongtong, Dian Cang, and Emei people have no real ability. Watch your husband beat them until they’re scattered like fallen flowers, making these thieves regret their presumption.”

Hearing him joke, Yan Er’niang’s face showed no trace of smile. She gripped Qin Zhonghai’s large hand and whispered: “Zhonghai… Zhonghai… promise me… no matter what happens, you’ll send word to me.”

Qin Zhonghai kissed her face and pulled her into his embrace, smiling: “When I, Qin Zhonghai, go to war, I always return home alive. Don’t worry about me—I’m not Xiao Lubu and won’t disappear forever.”

Yan Er’niang sighed. She was normally quite shy, but at this moment under everyone’s gaze, being held by Qin Zhonghai felt completely natural. She closed her eyes and leaned against his chest, as if the two would have no more chances for intimacy after this.

Qin Zhonghai stroked her hair, feeling a vague sense of unease. Earlier he had mentioned Emei, Dian Cang, and Kongtong sects but deliberately omitted Shaolin, not wanting Er’niang to worry about him.

In this hard battle, if the Heavenly Absolute Divine Monk led people personally to Zhu Family Manor and joined forces with the Four Great Families to surround them, his life might indeed be hard to preserve.

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After Qin Zhonghai gave instructions for Yan Er’niang and Tao Qing to arrange the retreat route, the remaining three disguised their faces and slowly proceeded. Soon they reached Zhu Family Manor. Everyone stopped and looked from afar at the manor. Though it was dawn, lanterns still burned at the manor’s four corners, and morning smoke and lamplight showed the Zhu family’s wealth.

Within a hundred paces, they could hear voices and commotion. The constant stream of people at the entrance numbered in the hundreds. Qin Zhonghai sneered: “Damn! Good news doesn’t travel far, but bad news spreads a thousand li. If today were the Azure-Robed Scholar’s birthday banquet, probably not even half these people would come.” Though harsh, this was undoubtedly true. Nine Flower Mountain’s wealth rivaled nations, and ordinary martial world figures had long been envious. Now with ready-made profits to grab, how could they not join this excitement? That Xie Qi who came all the way from the south was one example. Human warmth and coldness can only be tasted in winter’s depths.

After looking around, Qin Zhonghai saw that outside the manor, every three zhang there was a water vat filled with water. This arrangement was identical to the capital, probably because northern Shaanxi was dry and prone to fires, so these water vats were placed to prevent fire disasters and prepare for emergencies. Qin Zhonghai formed a plan and instructed Chang Xuehen: “Brother Chang, later sneak to the manor’s back courtyard. When I give the signal, set fire to the stables and main residence. The fiercer the fire, the better.” Chang Xuehen was delighted, knowing he wanted to rescue people in the chaos. He grinned: “Don’t worry. For killing and arson, finding the Nine Lives Madman is right. Watch me not roast a few suckling pigs or I’ll take the damn surname Pig like Old Turtle Zhu.”

Qin Zhonghai laughed heartily and patted his shoulder. Seeing Chang Xuehen leave sneakily, he led Xiang Tianshou toward the manor.

Qin Zhonghai’s strategy of dividing forces had a clear purpose. The enemy had too many experts—all top martial world figures. If they fought head-on, Yan Er’niang and Chang Xuehen’s limited martial arts would be hindrances. Besides himself and Xiang Tianshou, the other companions had no ability to protect themselves. For this reason, he found excuses to send them away to avoid having to protect them while fighting.

Reaching the entrance, they saw the venue packed with people. Xiang Tianshou whispered: “How about it? Should we mix in?”

Qin Zhonghai shook his head. Coming from the court, most orthodox figures knew him. If he wandered in the crowd, he’d be recognized in moments. He looked up seeking a place to hide, suddenly seeing the manor’s surrounding walls were tall—about one zhang high with yellow tiles and red eaves, spacious in layout. This could accommodate their concealment. He quickly beckoned Xiang Tianshou and they slipped out of the manor.

The two walked along the wall. Seeing no guards outside, they quickly climbed over and hid among the red eaves.

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Once the two were hidden, they suddenly heard a cold voice from the venue: “Azure-Robed Sect Leader, according to our agreement, if you lose this Heaven-Reaching Tower game, you must return with us to the capital and never again strategize for bandits. You cannot break your promise.” Hearing this, Qin Zhonghai quickly peeked out toward the venue. From this high vantage point, he could see everyone’s words and actions clearly.

In the center of the plaza stood a platform about five feet high, shaped like a theater stage. Two men stood facing each other on the platform, five feet apart. The man on the left wore a scholar’s cap and yellow robe, his face smiling—it was Emei Sect Leader Yan Song.

This Yan Song had helped Zhuo Lingzhao compete for martial alliance leadership at Huashan and was a formidable figure. Seeing this person, Qin Zhonghai felt troubled. He looked right and indeed saw a man in flowing robes wearing a human skin mask—the Nine Flower Mountain Sect Leader, Azure-Robed Scholar.

Each man had a large iron box at his feet filled with bone tiles, though their purpose was unclear.

Yan Song smiled: “Azure-Robed Sect Leader, will you play this game or not?”

The Azure-Robed Scholar sighed and looked toward a young girl below the platform, shaking his head: “Do I have a choice? Please, proceed.”

Hearing this, Yan Song immediately burst into laughter. He took a large handful of bone tiles from the iron box, his hands opening and closing. With continuous clattering sounds, countless bone tiles danced in his hands. With a sudden “snap,” dozens of tiles formed a long line. Yan Song called out: “Heaven-Reaching Tower, first round—stand!”

He roared and thrust his hands downward with a great crash. The ground showed a tile tower—dozens of bone tiles layered and stacked vertically, already half a person’s height. This must be his “Heaven-Reaching Tower.” The crowd below, seeing this masterful technique, immediately applauded, with Emei disciples cheering loudly. Qin Zhonghai didn’t understand, watching Yan Song’s strange behavior like playing with building blocks. He exchanged glances with Xiang Tianshou, both feeling bewildered.

Just as they wondered, Yan Song’s voice came from the venue: “Azure-Robed Sect Leader, our sect’s disciples excel at ‘Heaven-Reaching Tower,’ a tradition of a hundred years. If you wish to concede defeat, that’s acceptable—no one will laugh at you.” The Azure-Robed Scholar sighed: “Sect Leader Yan mocks me. Though I lack talent, for Nine Flower Mountain’s survival, I cannot but try my best.”

Yan Song tossed a bone tile over, laughing: “Sect Leader, don’t underestimate Heaven-Reaching Tower. Though tile-stacking seems a small skill, it actually involves strategy and learning. I warn you in advance.” The Azure-Robed Scholar caught it and gazed at Yan Song’s erected tile tower, nodding: “Victory and defeat are determined by heaven. If I can win this round later, I hope the Sect Leader will keep his word and no longer harass my mountain.”

Yan Song, full of confidence, smiled: “Sect Leader, rest assured—Yan always keeps his word.”

Hearing their exchange, Qin Zhonghai and Xiang Tianshou suddenly understood they were using “Heaven-Reaching Tower” as a gambling contest to decide victory.

So-called “Heaven-Reaching Tower” was an Emei exclusive trick using bone tiles for entertainment. Participants took turns placing tiles from their hands, with each placement needing to be above the lower tiles. One person per turn, like stacking blocks, until the tower collapsed. Additionally, after a participant moved, they counted to three—if the tower didn’t fall, the next person took their turn. Naturally, they couldn’t touch tiles placed by others. There were no other rules.

Some days ago during Dragon Boat Festival, there was a legend that eggs could stand upright at noon on that day. The stronghold heroes, while drinking and celebrating, had also tried standing eggs on the ground. Qin Zhonghai tried several times but failed due to his rough hands and heavy movements. Looking at the stage’s bone tiles—thin sheets about one finger long, half a finger wide, and only three copper coins thick—they were extremely delicate. Yet Yan Song could make them layer and intersect, standing vertically on the ground. This was truly difficult. This person must either have amazing skills or practiced some cheating technique.

Xiang Tianshou sighed: “Emei Mountain’s martial arts lean toward the soft and gentle path. Female disciples in the sect are especially skilled at embroidery. Having Yan Song play this Heaven-Reaching Tower is most appropriate.” Hearing this, Qin Zhonghai thought: “No wonder this Yan fellow would use ‘Heaven-Reaching Tower’ as stakes. Seeing how skilled he is, he’s basically guaranteed to win. This person is truly treacherous.”

Though Yan Song called this a gamble, it was actually just a pretense. With his familiarity and reliance on the world’s rare soft internal energy, making bone tiles stack and stand was as easy as turning his hand. There was absolutely no chance of failure. The gambling talk was just to silence critics and prevent people from saying the orthodox famous sects bullied the few with many or the weak with strength.

Qin Zhonghai saw the Azure-Robed Scholar acting normally with no sealed acupoints. With his unparalleled lightness skills, he could leave freely, yet didn’t know why he would accept this dangerous gamble. He glanced around and saw Yan Ting sitting not far below the platform, immediately understanding. Though orthodox experts were numerous, they could hardly stop the Azure-Robed Scholar with his supreme lightness skills. This time they must be using Yan Ting as hostage—otherwise they couldn’t force him to remain at the venue.

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With the agreement made, the Azure-Robed Scholar said no more. He held a bone tile, pondering how to place it.

The tower swayed precariously—if disturbed by wind or movement, it would inevitably collapse. Qin Zhonghai and others sweated for him. The onlookers were mostly orthodox sect disciples. Seeing the Azure-Robed Scholar hesitate to move, they immediately roared: “Surrender quickly! You can’t beat Sect Leader Yan!” In the clamoring, the Azure-Robed Scholar remained completely undisturbed, only lowering his head in thought, turning a deaf ear to the shouts.

After a very long time, the Azure-Robed Scholar sighed: “Sect Leader Yan, I have a question—could you answer it?” Yan Song, holding a winning hand, was quite relaxed and nodded: “As long as it’s unrelated to court righteousness, Azure-Robed Sect Leader, please ask.”

The Azure-Robed Scholar looked at the tall tile tower and sighed: “I became a monk twenty years ago, and my identity and background have always been secret. How did you learn this information for this joint capture?” Yan Song laughed heartily and was about to answer when suddenly someone said: “Senior Brother Azure-Robed, don’t blame others. Your identity was leaked by our mountain’s Master Yuan Qing.”

The Azure-Robed Scholar turned to look and saw the speaker’s face full of apology—it was Wudang Mountain’s Yuan Yi.

Seeing Yuan Yi’s arrival, Qin Zhonghai couldn’t help but be shocked, thinking: “Wudang experts have also arrived. Could Shaolin forces already be gathered too?” He quickly scanned the venue and saw several familiar faces below the platform—Kongtong’s Xing Xuanbao, Dian Cang Seven Heroes’ Hai Chuanzi, Chi Chuanzi, Yu Chuanzi, and the previously seen Gao Tianwei among others. However, he didn’t see Huashan or Songshan sect members.

Seeing no Shaolin disciples in the venue, Qin Zhonghai felt slightly relieved. However, without the world’s number one major sect present, the current lineup was still extraordinarily difficult. If they were to fight later, with only two Nu Cang Mountain reinforcements, it would be far too presumptuous. Though Qin Zhonghai’s martial arts were high, under siege by numerous experts, he probably couldn’t escape either. As for Xiang Tianshou, there was even less hope.

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At the Huashan gathering, Yuan Yi had represented Wudang in criticizing Zhuo Lingzhao as unjust and unrighteous. Who would have known he now admitted Wudang Mountain was the source of the leak? The Azure-Robed Scholar shook his head and sighed: “Brother Yuan Yi, we had some friendship—why do you undermine me? Has Nine Flower Mountain somehow wronged your Wudang?”

Yuan Yi shook his head and cupped his hands: “Sect Leader, you misunderstand us. This time Senior Brother Yuan Qing revealed your identity absolutely not to harm you, nor to covet Nine Flower Mountain’s treasures. It’s because Nu Cang is rising again and the world will be in chaos. Between righteousness declining and evil flourishing, our sect’s Master feared you might again go astray, so he used this strategy. Please forgive us.”

The Azure-Robed Scholar smiled faintly: “So Brother Yuan Yi is doing this for my good?”

Yuan Yi nodded: “Dao Brother’s years of cultivation have borne fruit. Don’t be like my teacher Qin… ahem… unable to extricate yourself.”

Yuan Yi had been speaking steadily, but mentioning the character “Qin,” he quickly stopped as if stuttering. The crowd naturally found this puzzling, but Qin Zhonghai understood—Yuan Yi had nearly mentioned Qin Baxian in his haste. Many orthodox figures here didn’t know of Qin Baxian’s connection to Wudang. If this spread, it would cause countless disturbances, so Yuan Yi quickly changed his words.

Hearing Yuan Yi’s words, the Azure-Robed Scholar only smiled faintly. He turned to look at the high stack of bone tiles and said no more.

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At this moment, the crowd was silent, all waiting for the Azure-Robed Scholar to place his tile. He pondered silently, using his fingernail to draw several lines on the tile. After a long while, he raised the bone tile in his hand and slowly lowered it. This time he didn’t stand the tile upright but placed it horizontally, laying it crosswise above the lower tile.

In the complete silence, two tiles—one horizontal, one vertical—slowly approached, about to touch at any moment. The Azure-Robed Scholar’s palm seemed frozen, descending only fractions at a time. In an instant, the horizontal and vertical surfaces met. The lower tile tower, receiving external force, immediately shook violently and seemed about to fall. Amid the crowd’s cries, the Azure-Robed Scholar withdrew his hand. The horizontally placed tile swayed precariously like a children’s seesaw, rocking left and right continuously.

During the swaying, Yan Song began counting: “One… two…” When “three” was spoken, the horizontal tile finally stabilized. It balanced perfectly with equal weight on both sides, steadily supported by the lower tile as its center point. Though the crowd were all on Yan Song’s side, seeing this divine skill, they still burst into applause. Yan Ting, sitting nearby, saw her master escape danger and color immediately returned to her pale face. With such a dangerous situation, no wonder her heart raced.

Qin Zhonghai secretly admired this. The Azure-Robed Scholar’s escape from danger relied not on any miraculous martial arts but on superior mathematical calculation. He first used his fingernail to mark the tile’s horizontal surface to find the center of gravity, repeatedly examining the vertical tile to carefully calculate whether the base was stable. Seeing such divine calculation, he truly deserved to be called “Imperial Bestowed Phoenix Feather.”

Seeing his escape from danger, Yan Song immediately laughed: “Clever, clever! You truly deserve to be the great military advisor the world competes for. In moments you found the key to ‘Heaven-Reaching Tower.'”

When Yan Song’s turn came, the situation was much more relaxed. He picked up a tile and again placed it vertically on the Azure-Robed Scholar’s tile. He lifted it as if weightless, placing it steady and firm, treating the tower as nothing. This Emei soft energy, gentle and skillful, was truly extraordinary.

Yan Song smiled: “Azure-Robed Sect Leader, your turn again.” The Azure-Robed Scholar nodded slightly: “Sect Leader Yan’s skill is truly excellent, truly eye-opening.” He took a bone tile from the wooden box, this time also placing it horizontally on Yan Song’s tile. With the previous practice, this move was much faster. The tower now had three new tiles—bottom horizontal, middle vertical, top horizontal—not letting Yan Song monopolize the glory.

In complete silence, the two competed without yielding. In just the time of one tea serving, the tiles alternated horizontal and vertical, already stacked higher than a person with forty-some pieces. Looking at this bone tile construction reaching toward heaven, it truly resembled a heaven-reaching tower.

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Fighting intensely, it was already past the Chen hour, and the bone tiles had long stacked nearly a zhang high. Placing tiles now required standing on tiptoes. Under the morning light, the “Heaven-Reaching Tower” swayed precariously as if about to collapse at any moment, looking extremely eerie.

Yan Song stood on tiptoes and carefully placed his tile, smiling: “Azure-Robed Sect Leader, your turn again.” The Azure-Robed Scholar looked up—dozens of bone tiles arranged unevenly were already more than two heads taller than himself. To place a tile now would require leaping up, but any shock to the tower would cause its collapse. The situation had become extremely perilous.

The Azure-Robed Scholar held his bone tile and took a deep breath. After a long time, he still hadn’t moved.

The crowd below began clamoring loudly: “Azure-Robed Scholar! Surrender quickly and stop delaying!” The roar was thunderous, making people cover their ears and frown, but the Azure-Robed Scholar remained silent, only lowering his head in thought.

Just then, a man rushed out angrily: “Don’t let this treacherous fellow delay time! If he doesn’t move, let’s kill his disciple with one blade!” The speaker looked furious with bandages on his chest—it was Song Deguang, who had been injured by the Azure-Robed Scholar days ago. Harboring resentment and wanting only to kill the Nine Flower Mountain master and disciples, seeing this opportunity, he came forward to shout and incite. People around him joined the uproar: “Yes! Stop watching him play tricks! Kill him quickly! Kill him!”

Hearing the thunder-like roar, Yan Ting felt only fear in her heart as tears rolled around, about to fall. But born with strong character, in this adversity she only desperately held back her tears, absolutely refusing to show weakness before enemies.

Just as she endured, she suddenly heard a voice behind her: “Don’t be afraid. With me here, no one dares touch you.”

This person’s voice was very childish, coming from right behind Yan Ting. He bent down, looking at Yan Ting from the side. His oily hair and powdered face were very fashionably dressed—it was the youth who had been captured by Master on the mountain earlier. However, this Zhu Kang had significant background—his grandmother was Zhu Family Manor’s master, making him half a host. If he wanted to preserve Yan Ting’s life, it wasn’t impossible.

Zhu Kang smiled. Seeing Yan Ting’s cheeks blushing red as fire, his heart stirred with emotion and he actually lowered his head to lightly kiss her cheek.

Yan Ting screamed from his kiss and shrank back. Zhu Kang, seeing her fear, reached out to embrace her shoulders, smiling: “Don’t be afraid of me—I won’t harm you.”

If not for this great disaster to her sect, how would Yan Ting, a proper orthodox sect disciple, end up captured here unable to move? With tears brimming in her eyes, she tightly gripped a token in her hand. The token was inscribed with “Ministry of War Geographic Department”—it was what Yang Suguan had given her at Changzhou’s Earth God Temple. Her whole body trembled, upper and lower teeth chattering against her tongue. If anyone came to violate her, she would immediately bite her tongue and kill herself, absolutely refusing to live shamefully in this world.

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With his disciple repeatedly humiliated—this was Nine Flower Mountain’s great shame. But the Azure-Robed Scholar wore a mask, so others couldn’t see whether he was shocked or angry. After a long time, the Azure-Robed Scholar suddenly gave a clear whistle, immediately gathering his true qi and floating toward the tower’s top.

The tower was taller than a person—to place a tile required leaping up. The Azure-Robed Scholar’s feet didn’t touch ground, like a coiling heavenly dragon flying higher and higher. He spun once in mid-air and finally placed the bone tile atop the tower before descending. Seeing the Azure-Robed Scholar remain airborne so long, truly like having wings, the orthodox people were dumbfounded and even forgot to voice their amazement. Yan Song was also speechless with shock, thinking: “The rumors of this person having the world’s best lightness skills are indeed true. I might be at a disadvantage.”

Just as he wondered, the Azure-Robed Scholar stepped forward and cupped his hands: “Sect Leader Yan, I yield.”

Everyone in the venue exclaimed “Eh?” in unison: “What did you say?” The Azure-Robed Scholar continued cupping his hands but said nothing. Yan Song frowned: “Azure-Robed Sect Leader, though the tower is high, it cannot overcome me. Don’t underestimate Emei.” The Azure-Robed Scholar shook his head: “Sect Leader Yan, don’t be angry. Please leave the stage.”

Yan Song sneered and said no more, walking to the tile tower’s side. Yan Song was exceptionally tall and thin, giving him a great advantage in this “Heaven-Reaching Tower” game with his height. But now the tile tower was so high that standing on tiptoes to place tiles was quite difficult. He snorted, drew his long sword from his waist, and thrust it forcefully into the ground, then leaped to stand on the sword handle. Being eight feet three inches tall with a four-foot sword made him higher than the tower again. He picked up a bone tile to place on top.

The sword blade was flexible and the handle only an inch square, yet Yan Song could stand on it. This display of lightness skills made everyone secretly nod in approval. However, having just witnessed the Azure-Robed Scholar’s aerial divine technique, seeing Yan Song’s lightness skills now seemed ordinary. Among the crowd, only Emei male and female disciples cheered loudly with scattered applause. Yan Song’s face reddened, thinking: “This Azure-Robed Scholar is so arrogant! I must make him completely convinced later, or where will Emei’s dignity go?”

When Yan Song originally learned this “Heaven-Reaching Tower,” his intention was only to train patience and practice soft energy. Who knew the more he played, the more profound mysteries he found. Later, through painstaking research, he felt unmatched in the world. Yet today, competing with someone on the same stage, someone actually dared look down on him. Yan Song knew that if he lost, his martial world status would definitely plummet. Thinking of Jiang Chong’s expectations made him even more passionate.

Standing on the sword handle, his body now higher than the tower, he was about to use underhanded tactics when suddenly his heart filled with shock. He actually fell from the sword handle. Emei disciples were alarmed and rushed out asking: “Master, what happened?”

Yan Song trembled all over, already disheartened. He cupped his hands toward the Azure-Robed Scholar: “Azure-Robed Sect Leader, my skills are inferior—I willingly admit defeat.” Everyone was shocked and dismayed. From beginning to end, Yan Song had been relaxed and confident, as if the Heaven-Reaching Tower was already in his grasp. Why did he suddenly concede? Could there be some mechanism at the tower’s top?

Dian Cang Sect Leader Hai Chuanzi quickly rushed forward, urgently shouting: “Sect Leader Yan, isn’t this Heaven-Reaching Tower your signature skill? How can you inexplicably concede? Quickly go up and place bone tiles!” This Hai Chuanzi was usually mediocre and cowardly, but in his anxiety he spoke as if lecturing nephews, causing the Emei disciples to show displeasure.

Yan Song only sighed continuously. He sat on the ground covering his face and cupped his hands: “Daoist Master Hai Chuan’s criticism is correct. I lack talent—which expert is willing to take my place? All of Emei would be infinitely grateful.” Hearing him say this, the onlookers were even more puzzled, not knowing what strange thing was atop the tower. Many people, curious, kept jumping to see the situation above clearly.

Suddenly someone laughed loudly: “The Emei Sect Leader is inadequate—let me come!” As he spoke, a short old man stepped forward—it was Gao Tianwei, master of the Twelve Heavenly Generals of Huaixi. He glanced sideways at Yan Song and sneered: “After a few years away from the martial world, even monkeys can become kings. These trivial skills can actually determine superiority?”

The Emei disciples, hearing his rude words, were all furious, but Gao Tianwei only smiled contemptuously. Suddenly blade light flashed—everyone saw clearly that his curved blade swept out, already picking up a bone tile from the iron box, standing straight on the blade’s back. Gao Tianwei borrowed an iron spear from Zhu family members and with a “hey” sound gave a sharp shout. The iron spear was thrust inverted into the ground, and his body shot up like pulling onions from dry earth, instantly flying high over the tower. Just then, the blade passed over the tower’s top with a “swish” sound, and the bone tile on the blade’s back was delivered with the blade, already steadily placed atop the tower.

Gao Tianwei often joked that he was “a blade cutting tofu—smooth on both sides.” Though meant humorously, he was actually showing off his blade technique. With his family’s inherited blade technique’s three great secrets of slow, absolute, and light, a mere bone tile was nothing to him. The venue was full of friends and associates of the Four Great Families—seeing this masterful skill, everyone cheered thunderously.

Gao Tianwei, pleased with himself, retreated to the platform’s edge and looked at Yan Song, smiling: “Sect Leader Yan, children’s toys—you Sichuan people actually treasure them? This truly makes the whole world laugh, eh?” Hearing his arrogant words, Yan Song only wiped away cold sweat and cupped his hands, smiling: “Thank you, Master Gao, for resolving the situation. The responsibility for letting the Azure-Robed Scholar escape should be borne by you—Emei cannot bear such blame.”

Gao Tianwei glared at him sideways and spat. This Yan Song had inexplicably implicated him—with Gao Tianwei’s proud nature, how could he not be angry? Just as he was about to curse angrily, he suddenly heard light crackling sounds from behind. Gao Tianwei’s hearing was exceptional and he detected these sounds came from within the tower. He quickly turned around and was shocked to see the previously straight tile tower had already tilted and could collapse at any moment!

Gao Tianwei was greatly shocked: “Impossible! My hand strength has always been steady—just placing one bone tile, how could something go wrong?”

Yan Song sighed: “Brother Gao, look clearly. The Azure-Robed Sect Leader had already set a trap, just waiting for you to jump in.”

Gao Tianwei made an “eh” sound and quickly focused his gaze. The more he looked, the stranger it seemed. He quickly raised his index finger between his eyes as a sight, and in an instant his body actually shook violently!

Using his index finger as a reference point, Gao Tianwei sighted along and saw that the bone tiles placed by the Azure-Robed Scholar were arranged unevenly. Though each tile lay flat, each one was positioned slightly more to the right than the last. Though the difference was only fractions, with dozens of tiles placed, the entire tower’s center of gravity had long shifted right. If not for Yan Song’s tiles being placed straight as a line, the tower would have already toppled.

Only now did Gao Tianwei understand that the bone tile he had just placed was the last straw—no matter how large this camel, it must now vanish into smoke! Only then did he realize why Yan Song had suddenly given up earlier and why the Azure-Robed Scholar was confident of victory. These two had deep schemes and used him, a crude man, as a sacrifice. In his embarrassment, Gao Tianwei couldn’t help but smile bitterly without speaking.

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At the platform’s edge, Xiang Tianshou and Qin Zhonghai hid and observed. Seeing the Azure-Robed Scholar defeat the strong enemy, they could rescue him without effort, and their hearts were filled with joy. The two were about to speak when they saw a white-headed old man walk onto the platform. This person was extremely tall, no less than tiger generals like Lu Guzhan and Demon Gold. Qin Zhonghai whispered: “Who is this old turtle?”

Xiang Tianshou took a deep breath and said tremblingly: “Heaven help us—Shandong’s Song Divine Blade is taking action!”

Hearing the three words “Song Divine Blade,” Qin Zhonghai also made an “ah” sound and nodded: “Good fellow, so he is Song Gongmai.”

Among the Four Pacifying Families, besides Huaixi’s Gao Heavenly General, this Song Divine Blade was the most formidable. Song Gongmai inherited his father and grandfather’s enterprise, making the “Divine Blade Sect” extremely prosperous. Among the Four Great Families, only Divine Blade Song family still walked the martial world. Because Song Gongmai was old and had not concerned himself with worldly affairs for several years, he was considered retired. Unexpectedly he appeared at this time—probably eight or nine times out of ten he was incited by treacherous ministers specifically to deal with our mountain’s heroes. Xiang Tianshou shook his head and sighed: “When the stronghold was besieged, there were many skilled fighters, and this Song Gongmai was one of the main generals. It seems the outcome is still undetermined.” Hearing this, Qin Zhonghai only sneered coldly. He gripped his blade handle, waiting for the right moment to go down and display his divine might.

Song Gongmai walked onto the platform. At this moment the bone tiles slowly tilted and the tower was about to collapse. Song Gongmai suddenly roared like a tiger, pressed both hands on the low table, and shouted: “Divine Blade Energy!”

Incomparably dominating internal energy poured in—the tower that was about to collapse suddenly froze as if supported from within by the transmitted internal force. The bone tiles at the top, originally sliding continuously, now seemed glued in place. The entire tower tilted to the right side, fixed and motionless—a spectacular sight.

Song Gongmai, using internal energy, couldn’t speak. He glanced at Gao Tianwei, signaling him to speak for him. Gao Tianwei was delighted and quickly counted aloud, then turned to look at the Azure-Robed Scholar and sneered: “Azure-Robed Sect Leader, I have placed my bone tile—now it’s your turn.”

The Azure-Robed Scholar snorted: “Three of you taking the field together against me alone—is this fair?”

Gao Tianwei laughed: “If you think it’s unfair, call some companions to help! Or bring your disciple over—that works too! Ha ha! Ha ha!” Qin Zhonghai, nearby, heard Gao Tianwei’s extremely shameless words and couldn’t help but rage. Xiang Tianshou held him back and whispered: “Stay calm and watch the Right Military Advisor’s methods.”

The situation in the venue had taken a sharp turn. Gao Tianwei and Song Gongmai joined forces—one using deep internal energy to stabilize the tilted tower, one responsible for stacking tiles. With Song Gongmai’s power, no matter how Gao Tianwei placed bone tiles, under internal energy support this tile tower would absolutely not fall. Instead, it was extremely difficult for the Azure-Robed Scholar. As soon as he placed a tile, if Song Gongmai withdrew his internal force, the tilted tower would collapse on its own in no time, and the Azure-Robed Scholar would lose.

With only defeat and no victory possible, the Azure-Robed Scholar wore a human skin mask so others couldn’t see his panic. Gao Tianwei sneered: “You brought this on yourself—blame no one else. Surnamed Tang, when you set countless schemes and harmed our Four Great Families, did you think we’d let you live?” As he spoke, his face showed killing intent as if bearing endless blood vengeance. Orthodox figures like Yuan Yi and Xing Xuanbao, hearing these words, were secretly shocked.

The reason orthodox figures revealed the Azure-Robed Scholar’s identity was absolutely not because of any grudge against him. Their entire intention was only to rein in at the cliff’s edge, preventing this orthodox sect leader from being persuaded back to the mountain to become a bandit again. Who knew the Four Great Families had ulterior motives this time, intent only on borrowing the opportunity to kill? It seemed that if the Azure-Robed Scholar lost this round, according to the wager, his life would be in great danger.

Seeing the Azure-Robed Scholar was bound to lose this round, an old man stepped out from the crowd and urgently advised: “Azure-Robed Sect Leader, while everyone’s feelings aren’t hurt, quickly concede defeat. Anyway, you’ve already reformed these past years. When the time comes, this old man will step forward to intercede and ask ministers to speak for you to save your life. These people probably can’t do much either. Just abandon this gambling match and come with us!”

Everyone quickly turned to look at the speaker—white-haired and about eighty years old, it was Kongtong Sect Leader Xing Xuanbao. This person was skilled at fence-sitting, extremely adept at playing both sides. When Ning Bufan retired, orthodox figures had witnessed this person’s ugly behavior. Yet at this crucial moment, he actually stepped forward to plead for the Azure-Robed Scholar—already a rare act of chivalry in his life. Those who knew him were even more astonished.

Xing Xuanbao speaking this way also had his private motives. With Nu Cang rising again, the Four Great Families would definitely return to the martial world. These people, deeply trusted by the court, would inevitably lord it over orthodox sects in the future. The eight major sects had lost Zhuo Lingzhao and Ning Bufan—if they lost the Azure-Robed Scholar too, talent would be even more depleted. Xing Xuanbao, worried about this, came to give a reminder.

Hearing him speak this way, the Azure-Robed Scholar only sighed, raising and lowering the bone tile in his hand, his heart extremely undecided. If he agreed to Xing Xuanbao, he would never again have freedom. If he fought to the end, even Yan Ting might perish here. Xing Xuanbao knew Yuan Yi was his friend and wanted him to come persuade. Yuan Yi stepped forward but didn’t know how to persuade—he only frowned in silence.

Seeing his continued delay, Gao Tianwei immediately laughed: “Sect Leader’s prolonged stalling serves no purpose and is not the behavior of a true gentleman. Let me urge you along.” He immediately raised his voice and shouted: “Come! Bring out his disciple!”

The Azure-Robed Scholar’s body shook as he turned to look. He saw Heavenly General Manor people step out from the crowd. Gao Tiancheng and Gao Tianye brought out Yan Ting and sent her to the platform. Gao Tianwei smiled: “Azure-Robed Sect Leader, I told you—in the past, whenever our Four Great Families caught female bandits from Nu Cang Mountain, we stripped and burned them alive for public display. If you don’t know your place now and get classified as a demon bandit, you know what your disciple’s fate will be.”

That Zhu Kang had feelings for Yan Ting. Seeing her frightened and tearful, her expression painful, he quickly stepped out and bowed, pleading: “Uncle Gao, please consider nephew’s face and spare this girl?”

Gao Tianwei smiled: “You fancy her?”

Zhu Kang’s face reddened slightly: “Uncle Gao mocks me. Nine Flower Mountain is orthodox martial world—why must we exterminate them completely?”

Just then, a sharp voice suddenly rang out: “Spineless thing! Demons and devils—we must exterminate them all!” This angry shout was extremely sharp, like scraping an iron pot. Everyone turned to look and saw the crowd part as an old woman walked out from among them. She carried a walking stick, walking bent over, but her face was full of hatred and fury. When Yan Ting met her ice-cold gaze, she couldn’t help but shiver. Even orthodox figures like Xing Xuanbao and Yuan Yi showed slight color changes, thinking this old woman must be extremely vicious.

Zhu Kang sighed: “Grandmother.”

The old woman forcefully slapped him and cursed: “Useless! How did your father, uncle, and second uncle die? Seeing a pretty woman, you forget your own name? The Zhu family has no use for worthless beasts like you!” Zhu Kang, struck by her slap, nearly fell to the ground. A nearby instructor rushed to support him and whispered: “Madam, don’t be angry. Just watch Masters Gao and Song’s methods.”

The old woman raised her voice and called: “Tang Shiqian! Listen well! I give you one incense stick’s time to move—otherwise watch this old lady personally strip your disciple naked just like Qin Baxian’s slut wife! Let the whole world see!”

Hearing her publicly insult the Qin family matriarch, Xiang Tianshou was shocked. In his panic, he quickly looked at Qin Zhonghai, seeing him lower his head without speaking, only staring with wide eyes at the ground. Xiang Tianshou, seeing him still composed, felt slightly relieved.

Just then, he suddenly saw Qin Zhonghai’s body tremble, and two lines of clear tears actually fell from his eyes. Blood even seeped from the corners of his mouth. Xiang Tianshou was greatly alarmed, realizing that in his grief and anger, Qin Zhonghai had actually bitten his gums until they bled.

Xiang Tianshou’s whole body trembled slightly, knowing Qin Zhonghai’s killing intent was aroused. With this person’s martial arts, once he decided to kill, at least half the people in today’s venue would die. When heads rolled in chaos and corpses littered the ground, the grudge between both sides would probably grow ever deeper.

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Qin Zhonghai’s grief and hatred were boundless, while the Azure-Robed Scholar’s heart was like dead ashes. He saw Old Madam Zhu looking toward the platform with a face full of hatred, while Yan Ting beside her was covered in tears, her delicate body trembling constantly, appearing extremely fragile.

The Azure-Robed Scholar sighed deeply, knowing that if he defied orders today, this group would definitely kill Yan Ting. He slowly put down the bone tile in his hand and sighed: “I have long seen through life and death personally. Whether this round is won or lost makes no difference to me—I only fear Nine Flower Mountain will end in my hands. Gentlemen, today the Azure-Robed Scholar concedes defeat to you. Kill, cut up, imprison, confine me as you wish. I only ask that you spare my disciple.” These words had no tears, no hatred, no sorrow, no joy—one could hear no grief, anger, or pain, and his voice didn’t tremble with fear.

Seeing his composure, Gao Tianwei secretly admired him. He smiled slightly: “What would I do with this girl? As long as you obediently come with us, we’ll naturally release her.”

Everyone hearing the Azure-Robed Scholar admit defeat cheered loudly. Gao Tianwei signaled, and a man with bandages walked up from below the platform—it was Gao Tianye, who had been shot by Jie Tao. He laughed loudly: “They say the Azure-Robed Scholar’s schemes are unparalleled—turns out he’s nothing special.” He held ox sinew and walked up, roaring: “Since you know you’ve lost, surrender yourself!”

The Azure-Robed Scholar lightly breathed out and shook his head: “Give me some face—bring my disciple up so I can say a few words to her.”

Gao Tianye sneered: “A defeated general still asks for face? Obediently stretch out your hands.” He was about to step forward when Yuan Yi became furious and blocked him, saying coldly: “Gao Tianye, it’s not your turn to be presumptuous here.”

Gao Tianye snorted and turned to look at his sect master. Gao Tianwei smiled slightly, knowing these orthodox figures were like lips and teeth—when the lips are gone, the teeth feel cold. They were at the end of their strength. Zhuo Lingzhao was dead, Ning Bufan had retired, and this Azure-Robed Scholar would soon fall as well. When the court issued orders to campaign against Nu Cang in the future, it would again be the Four Great Families’ domain. Thinking of this pleasant prospect, he immediately waved his hand, signaling his subordinates not to clash head-on with these people.

The Azure-Robed Scholar nodded to Yuan Yi in gratitude. Once Yan Ting was free, she immediately threw herself into Master’s arms, crying loudly: “Master! You’ve acted chivalrously and saved so many villagers in your life—quickly tell them you’re not some rebel!” In her agitation, she only hoped this was all false, that Master was still the respected sect leader of before, and she was still a carefree girl. She tightly embraced her master, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

The Azure-Robed Scholar extended both hands to gently stroke her hair, sighing: “Master’s real name is Tang Shiqian, originally a court official, a metropolitan graduate of the fourteenth year of Wuying. Because Master defended and pleaded for Qin Baxian in memorials, I was demoted to commoner status by Emperor Jingtai and exiled to serve in Guizhou—thus today’s events…” Yan Ting cried loudly: “Master! I don’t care about these things—I just want to go home!”

It was approaching noon with brilliant sunshine. Hearing his disciple’s cries, the Azure-Robed Scholar naturally felt sorrow in his heart. He looked up at the blue sky and said softly: “Child, oh child, these past years Master has lived under an assumed name, worrying day and night, always fearing exposure of identity. Even when your martial uncle died, I couldn’t stand up for him. Master has failed Nine Flower Mountain…” As he spoke, his voice grew more sorrowful, and the eyes beneath the mask could no longer contain themselves, actually shedding tears.

Yan Ting had been raised by Master since childhood. Usually she only saw his resourcefulness and deep composure—who knew he could weep with grief? Master and disciple were overwhelmed with sorrow, and Yan Ting began crying loudly.

The Azure-Robed Scholar sighed without answer. He gently stroked Yan Ting’s back and turned to Yuan Yi: “Dao Brother, I ask a favor of you.” Yuan Yi, having deep friendship with him, immediately stepped forward upon hearing the request: “Sect Leader, what are your instructions?”

The Azure-Robed Scholar said calmly: “Please, Dao Brother, for the sake of our past friendship, support and guide the Nine Flower lineage in the future.” Xing Xuanbao and others had known him for years—seeing him making final arrangements, they all felt emotional. Yuan Yi angrily said: “Sect Leader, don’t be alarmed! With Wudang protecting you, these villains wouldn’t dare touch a hair on your head!” Hearing this, the subordinates of the Four Great Families were all furious, shouting: “Who are the villains! Speak clearly!” Both sides’ people glared angrily at each other, each clamoring, and the venue immediately became chaotic.

Hearing Yuan Yi’s ready agreement, the Azure-Robed Scholar smiled faintly: “Hearing your words, my years of devotion to the orthodox path were not in vain. I thank you first.” He stood up and extended both hands toward Gao Tianye: “You may proceed.”

Gao Tianye laughed heartily: “Then excuse me.” He took the ox sinew and firmly bound the Azure-Robed Scholar. This ox sinew tightened into the flesh and gripped the wrists—no matter how great the Azure-Robed Scholar’s internal energy, he couldn’t break free in a short time. This effectively subdued him.

Gao Tianwei stepped forward and pointed to a prison cart in the distance: “Azure-Robed Sect Leader, please trouble yourself to take a trip to the capital—Minister Jiang has a few questions for you.”

Seeing Master about to be taken away, Yan Ting felt great sorrow and cried out: “Master! Master! What are they going to do to you?” She desperately clung to Master. Though Gao Tiancheng, Gao Tianmang and others tried to pull her away, they couldn’t separate them. She understood in her heart that master and disciple faced divergent fates—once separated today, they would probably never see each other again. She only held tightly to Master, reluctant to part.

Seeing this master and disciple so grief-stricken, everyone in the venue secretly felt pity. But at this moment, anyone speaking up for them would inevitably be labeled as sympathizing with rebels. Everyone was silent as cicadas, no one daring to make a sound. Even Yuan Yi was gritting his teeth in endurance.

The Azure-Robed Scholar’s gaze was full of love, but with his hands bound, though he wanted to caress his beloved disciple’s cheek, it was no longer possible. He bent down and whispered in Yan Ting’s ear: “When you escape danger, remember to open the silk pouch Master gave you. Remember that the Nine Flower Mountain lineage must never be broken.” Having finished his instructions, he said no more, slowly pushed Yan Ting away, and faced Gao Tiancheng and others sternly: “Gentlemen have waited long. Let’s go.” Seeing Master about to leave, Yan Ting immediately collapsed to the ground crying.

The Azure-Robed Scholar faced righteousness with magnanimity and composed bearing. Though the onlookers said nothing, they all secretly felt respect in their hearts.

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Just as the Azure-Robed Scholar was about to step into the prison cart, an old woman suddenly laughed toward heaven, then stepped out from the crowd—it was the Zhu old woman who had earlier threatened to kill Yan Ting. The Azure-Robed Scholar was startled and quickly stopped, not knowing what she intended.

Just as he wondered, the old woman suddenly pointed at Yan Ting and shouted: “Come! Arrest this woman too!” Footsteps clattered as over ten people surrounded Yan Ting. Seeing this formation, Yan Ting couldn’t help but change color and immediately cried out “Ah!”

The Azure-Robed Scholar was shocked and said tremblingly: “Didn’t you agree to release my disciple? How can you go back on your word?” Old Madam Zhu sneered: “Those were Gao Tianwei’s words and have nothing to do with our Zhu Family Manor.” She turned and shouted: “Come! Arrest this woman for me! ‘Wildfire cannot burn it all, spring wind blows and it grows again’—we must root out the problem completely!”

Though the Azure-Robed Scholar was a famous great military advisor, he never expected that as a respected elder, she would act so shamelessly. Both shocked and anxious, he quickly looked at Yuan Yi with pleading eyes. Yuan Yi was a Wudang elder who always kept his word and couldn’t sit by idly. He reached out to protect Yan Ting and said sternly: “With me, Yuan Yi, here, there will be no breaking of faith. Please, Your Ladyship, don’t make things difficult for this girl!”

Old Madam Zhu paid no attention and signaled with her eyes. Several subordinates responded and followed an instructor forward to arrest Yan Ting on the spot. Yuan Yi made a “hey” sound and lightly pushed with both palms, blocking the Zhu family members. He stood in the way protecting Yan Ting and shouted: “Wudang disciples keep their word! If you want to take this girl, you’ll have to kill me first!”

Seeing he wouldn’t yield at all, Old Madam Zhu immediately sneered: “Daoist Master Yuan Yi wants to die? Isn’t that easy? If you don’t step aside, don’t blame me for exposing Qin Baxian’s affairs—let’s see what face your Wudang Mountain has left to stand in the martial world!”

Yuan Yi was both shocked and angry, saying tremblingly: “You… you are truly vicious and despicable…” Seeing this situation, Gao Tianwei added insult to injury, laughing: “This is wonderful. The eight major sects want to join forces with Nu Cang Mountain—is there still a place for orthodox people to live in the martial world?”

Yuan Yi’s face was pale and his whole body trembled. The Dian Cang Seven Heroes, familiar with martial world stories, knew the situation. Several martial brothers quickly came over, everyone reaching out to pull Yuan Yi away, all whispering: “Forget it, let’s not wade into these muddy waters. Don’t bring trouble on ourselves.”

Yuan Yi’s martial arts were strong—his Taiji fist and sword were called peerless. How would he fear some Zhu Family Manor? But with Jiang Chong’s current power, if someone impeached him as a rebel, Wudang would face eternal damnation. Thinking of this, though extremely unwilling, he could only let people pull him away. The onlookers understood clearly—from now on, Wudang Mountain had formed a grudge with the Four Great Families. When both sides’ forces met on the road in the future, there would definitely be a fierce battle.

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Seeing Yuan Yi persuaded away by several fellow Daoists, only Yan Ting remained alone at the scene. With tears in her eyes, she said tremblingly: “Help me… please help me, won’t you?” Those among the orthodox with any sense of righteousness had their hearts cut like knives, but faced with court politics, if they rashly stepped forward and were unlucky, they might end up with their entire families executed. At this moment, hearing Yan Ting’s pleas, they could only ignore them and pretend not to hear.

Yan Ting’s face was miserable—there was no escape route. The Zhu family instructor laughed loudly: “Little girl, no one dares help you—just obediently come with us! Let the old madam properly teach you some principles and wash clean that rebellious nature of yours.”

Hearing his frivolous words, Yan Ting was so angry her face turned pale. Though she wasn’t born of noble blood, she was still a disciple of a famous sect. Even when she was at Shenji Cave, Zhuo Lingzhao had treated her with courtesy and she had never suffered frivolous insults from Kunlun disciples. Yet now, falling into the hands of orthodox sect disciples, she was instead subjected to teasing. Both urgent and angry, tears nearly burst from her eyes.

The man placed his five fingers on her shoulder and leered: “Let’s go!”

Just then everyone heard a “crack,” followed by a flash before their eyes. The man’s body suddenly trembled uncontrollably as a stream of blood shot from his chest. Everyone quickly looked and saw a blue figure blocking in front of Yan Ting—it was the Azure-Robed Scholar.

Everyone in the venue was shocked and amazed at the sudden reversal, not knowing what miraculous technique the Azure-Robed Scholar had used to rescue someone in an instant. Among the crowd, only top experts like Song Gongmai, Yuan Yi, and Qin Zhonghai could see clearly. In that blink of an eye, the Azure-Robed Scholar had first used internal energy to break the ox sinew, then with lightning-fast movement flew into the field. Breaking bonds, entering the field, and killing—three consecutive techniques. The precision of moves and accuracy of positioning had reached the realm of transformation.

The Azure-Robed Scholar had a stern expression, pulling Yan Ting behind him. His phoenix eyes were no longer gentle, only staring viciously at everyone in the venue with a very unusual demeanor.

The instructor collapsed limply on the ground, blood flowing profusely. Zhu Kang quickly rushed forward to hold him up. Old Madam Zhu pointed her halberd in anger and cursed: “Azure-Robed Scholar! With heroes of the world present, you dare injure someone—watch me not chop you to pieces or I swear I’m not human!” She cursed angrily while her hands weren’t idle—in an instant she raised her spear and thrust out, but this spear was aimed at Yan Ting.

The Zhu family was famous in the world for iron spears, and when their spear technique was displayed, it was indeed both sinister and vicious. Old Madam Zhu, being a woman, brought out the sinister and vicious qualities to their fullest. As soon as she made her move, she targeted the opponent’s weak point and struck viciously.

The Azure-Robed Scholar snorted, his figure flashed as he pulled Yan Ting to dodge sideways, then returned a palm strike through the air. This palm wind was extremely powerful, striking straight toward the enemy’s chest. Old Madam Zhu sneered: “How can mere empty palm force affect me?”

She was quite old with considerable cultivation. Her left hand held the iron spear while her right palm raised high to block the opponent’s palm wind with palm force. When the palms met, there was a light “hiss” sound. Mysteriously, sharp pain entered her palm heart, and blood actually sprayed from her hand. In the flying blood, Old Madam Zhu’s body was thrown back and fell to the ground, already spitting blood.

Everyone was shocked. Gao Tianwei quickly stepped forward and picked up a hidden weapon from the ground—it was a bone tile.

With one move, the Azure-Robed Scholar had completely defeated the previously invincible Iron Spear Zhu family. The disciples and subordinates of the Four Great Families were both shocked and angry, everyone drawing weapons and standing ready for battle. Yuan Yi, Xing Xuanbao and others were panic-stricken, not knowing whether to step forward to help.

The Azure-Robed Scholar looked up to heaven and gave a long whistle, shouting: “Though the world considers me a traitorous minister and rebel, Tang has never done anything harmful to heaven and reason. Whether in the past at Nu Cang Mountain or now at Nine Flower Mountain, this has always been so. Today you force me thus, not even sparing my disciple—don’t blame Tang for showing no mercy!” Having spoken, he wiped with his right hand and removed his mask, revealing the face hidden for many years.

His hair was graying at the temples, clear and handsome, but on his right cheek was tattooed a line of gold characters reading “Criminal Tang Shiqian demoted to commoner exiled to Guizhou”—twelve characters that made his fine scholarly face look like a criminal’s. Everyone suddenly understood, thinking: “So he wore a human skin mask all these years because of this line of gold characters on his cheek.”

The Azure-Robed Scholar flicked his robe sleeve and pointed into the distance, saying sternly: “Ting’er, just go—with Master here, no one dares stop you.” After removing his mask, his speech actually became much rougher, without any consideration. Yan Ting said tremblingly: “Master, then… then what about you?” The Azure-Robed Scholar shook his head: “Don’t ask so much—just go.”

Gao Tiancheng laughed heartily and loudly said: “No one may…” The word “go” hadn’t left his mouth when a blue shadow flew over—it was the Azure-Robed Scholar attacking. The Heavenly General Manor people, seeing the bad situation, immediately sent fire thorns and sky-net darts flying, trying to block the Azure-Robed Scholar.

But the enemy’s movement was simply too fast. When the hidden weapons were released, the Azure-Robed Scholar was already before them. His left hand held Yan Ting while his right palm struck out. Gao Tianwei knew the opponent’s martial arts were both sinister and high. Seeing the bad situation, he leaped up and used full palm force to take this strike for his martial brother. Suddenly hearing “hmm” and “hey” sounds, as Gao Tianwei’s palm force arrived, the Azure-Robed Scholar made a mid-air turn, sinking his qi to the dantian and using force to counter force. Under the combined force of two great experts, Yan Ting’s body was thrown far away, already flying over twenty zhang. While still in mid-air, Yan Ting continued crying: “Master! Master!”

Gao Tianwei suddenly understood that he was borrowing his own palm force to help his disciple escape. He gritted his teeth and shouted: “Someone capture that little girl!” The Azure-Robed Scholar had now fallen to the ground and was surrounded by the crowd. He casually knocked down a Heavenly General Manor disciple, seized a long sword, and said sternly: “Whoever dares trouble my disciple, Tang Shiqian guarantees their entire family won’t survive!” With a buzzing sound, the long sword in his hand opened dozens of cold flowers like a great ball of light.

The Azure-Robed Scholar suddenly called himself Tang Shiqian—this was the first time since entering the venue. Though surrounded by thousands of troops, he still showed no fear. These words were full of intimidation. Everyone saw his eyes full of anger with no trace of kindness, knowing he was definitely not bluffing. For a moment, hundreds of people in the venue dared not move, all remaining silent.

Yan Ting flew far out and soon fell to the ground. Where she landed, several martial world figures were standing, but these people: first, feared the Azure-Robed Scholar’s formidable martial arts and didn’t want to bring trouble on themselves; second, many among them were upright people who didn’t want to join Gao Tianwei and Old Madam Zhu in bullying an orphaned girl, so they stepped aside and some even signaled her to leave quickly.

Yan Ting looked around at the crowd in confusion, not knowing where to go, only standing there dazed. A crowd of experts watched her—no one stepped forward to block her, but no one offered comfort either. A Dian Cang disciple, moved by compassion, whispered: “Little girl, Nine Flower Mountain has already fallen. If you still don’t leave, how can you let your master die in peace?” At these words, Yan Ting immediately burst into tears, knowing that after today, Nine Flower Mountain’s fate rested on her shoulders. She wept bitterly, gracefully knelt down, and sobbed: “Master’s nurturing grace, Yan Ting cannot repay. I hope in the future to find my junior sister and raise her to adulthood, absolutely not letting Nine Flower Mountain’s incense be extinguished.”

Though the onlookers were uninvolved, hearing her speak so sadly, they all felt their noses sting.

Yan Ting got up, repeatedly wiping tears, walking two steps and looking back once, like traveling through a thousand mountains in a foreign land.

Just then, experts from both Heavenly General Manor and Zhu Family Manor had already arrived. The leader was Gao Tianye, who roared: “Brothers! Stop that girl!” Over ten experts divided into two routes to surround her. Most orthodox experts pitied Yan Ting’s lonely suffering and didn’t want her captured by enemies, so they stood firm and took advantage of the situation to block the pursuers. The Four Great Families’ forces shouted and pushed forward desperately through the crowd.

Seeing she really couldn’t delay any longer, Yan Ting cried loudly: “Master! Farewell!” She hurriedly used lightness skills and fled quickly northward. Her movement was extremely fast—once she employed lightness skills, her figure immediately disappeared. Gao Tianye and others couldn’t catch up and were blocked by the crowd, so they could only stand there helplessly cursing heaven and earth.