Chapter 6

Hidden in the dark, Mu Gaofeng, due to his ugly appearance and physical disability, had long been discriminated against, which gradually twisted his personality, making him narrow-minded. He and Lin Pingzhi, both hidden in the dark, had seen everything that had happened. When Mu Gaofeng saw Chen Ang's hidden weapons so sharp, he quickly thought of a wicked plan.

He made Lin Pingzhi go and curse, while he himself stirred up trouble in the dark, aiming to make Chen Ang and Yu Canghai face off, and ideally, drag the Five Mountains Sword Sect into the mess, making the waters of Hengshan City even murkier.

His continuous cursing and stirring up trouble made Yu Canghai's anger rise. If not for Liu Zhengfeng and Dingshi's intervention, he would have torn Lin Pingzhi, the little hunchback, to pieces. But Lin Pingzhi had already regarded Chen Ang as his only hope for revenge, and his hatred for Yu Canghai ran deep. His curses became more and more vicious, and eventually, he forgot about stirring up trouble, only wanting to vent his anger, thinking that even if he were killed on the spot, it would be worth it.

Chen Ang looked at him and sighed, pointing at him, "Why do you not cherish your own life? Your parents risked their lives to save you, hoping you would live a peaceful and happy life, away from this murky water. You want to avenge them and save others, which is a filial act, and no one can blame you. But now, you haven't avenged them yet, and you are about to throw away your life in a fit of anger. That is truly a great pity."

Lin Pingzhi, his blood boiling from cursing, was suddenly cooled down by Chen Ang's words. Thinking of his own filial shortcomings, he couldn't help but kneel on the ground, tears streaming down his face, "I, Lin Pingzhi, in my youthful arrogance, killed Yu Laoquan's evil son. If he wants to settle accounts with me, even if he kills me, I have no regrets. I consider it a just retribution!"

"But my parents, how innocent they are! He seeks revenge for his son's death, causing my family to be destroyed. How can I not hate him? I hate this old villain for his cruelty and countless evils, and I hate myself for my youthful ignorance, which harmed my family. If he kills me, it will also be a form of revenge for them!"

Chen Ang shook his head and sighed, "You only know one side of the story. If you really think Yu Canghai wants to kill your whole family just to avenge his son, you are greatly mistaken!"

What? When these words came out, not only was Lin Pingzhi shocked, but others were also stunned. Yu Canghai, whose secret had been exposed, turned pale and was about to attack, but before he could, he was stopped by a hideous, hunchbacked man who lifted his disheveled hair and laughed, "Abbot Yu, no need to rush to kill and silence him!"

It turned out that Mu Gaofeng, upon hearing this news, couldn't help but reveal himself.

Yu Canghai looked at Mu Gaofeng, then at Chen Ang, knowing that he couldn't withstand the two of them working together. In this situation, Liu Zhengfeng and Dingshi would not help him, and given Dingshi's hatred of evil, it would be a stroke of luck if she didn't come after him once she knew the truth.

He grunted and waved his left hand, "Let's go!" and led his disciples away.

Left behind were Dingshi, Liu Zhengfeng, the group of nuns from Hengshan Sect, and the disciples of Hengshan City. Additionally, there was Yip Buqun, hidden nearby, unknown to anyone except Chen Ang.

Lin Pingzhi, suddenly hearing the hidden truth, couldn't care about anything else. He struggled to plead with Chen Ang, "Please, sir, tell me the reason, tell me the reason!" His voice was so pitiful that it made people sigh.

Linghuchong, standing beside Chen Ang, seeing this, quickly helped him up. Known for his chivalrous heart, he also pleaded with Chen Ang on Lin Pingzhi's behalf, "Brother Chen, if it's not a problem, you might as well tell him!"

"Since I've brought it up, I won't keep it from him. But the whole story needs to be told from the beginning," Chen Ang said slowly. "Do you know that there are five and a half supreme martial arts in the world, unparalleled, and few can withstand them. Mastering any one of them, while not guaranteeing dominance over the martial world, can certainly bring fame and power for a time!"

"Oh?" Linghuchong asked in confusion, "Besides the Shaolin Temple's 'Yijinjing' and the Wudang Sect's 'Taijiquan Jing,' which are the twin pillars of the current martial world, what other martial arts can rival them?"

"Shaolin and Wudang are indeed the twin pillars of the current martial world, and the 'Yijinjing' and 'Taijiquan Jing' are indeed among the five and a half supreme martial arts I mentioned. But to say they are unparalleled is not necessarily true!" Chen Ang raised his wine cup and refilled it for the two of them.

The crowd sneered, not believing any martial art could rival the twin pillars of the martial world. They thought Chen Ang was just a young man boasting. However, Yip Buqun, hidden nearby, narrowed his eyes and listened intently.

Chen Ang smiled and said, "The former leader of the demonic sect, with his great reputation, practiced one of the five and a half supreme martial arts!"

Linghuchong shook his head in confusion, "Ren Woxing, the former leader of the demonic sect, is indeed a powerful martial artist, unmatched by few, but no one knows what martial art he practiced. Even if it is very profound, it is unlikely to compare with the 'Yijinjing' and 'Taijiquan Jing.' Brother Chen, your words are indeed exaggerated."

The disciples brought by Liu Zhengfeng and Dingshi whispered among themselves, clearly disdainful of Chen Ang's words. They mocked him quietly, while the more experienced Liu Zhengfeng and Dingshi looked at Chen Ang with serious and wary expressions.

"Brother Linghuchong, you underestimate this divine martial art too much! While it may not be as profound as Shaolin and Wudang, its power and terror after mastery are even greater than the two!" Chen Ang said with a slight smile.

"What kind of terror?" Linghuchong asked curiously.

Chen Ang raised his wine cup and pointed to it, "We ordinary people practice martial arts like filling this wine cup with water. We must practice diligently every month and year to accumulate some internal energy, just like using a cup to catch a few drops of dew each day. It takes a long time to build up internal energy!"

"Of course, cultivating internal energy has no shortcuts. Even a genius with excellent talent and high insight must practice daily to gradually increase their power!" Linghuchong replied matter-of-factly.

"But what if there is a martial art that can steal others' internal energy and refine it into one's own cultivation? Would such a skill not be considered a divine martial art?" Chen Ang said calmly.

When these words were spoken, the disciples of Hengshan and Hengshan Sect were shocked, and even the usually carefree Linghuchong stood up nervously. Only Liu Zhengfeng and Dingshi remained calm, not because of their deep cultivation, but because they already knew this information. When they first heard it, they were no better off than Linghuchong.

In the martial world, internal energy is considered one's lifeblood. Losing one's internal energy is worse than being killed. Ren Woxing's demonic skill caused a great stir in the martial world.

If Ren Woxing were still alive, every disciple of the Five Mountains Sword Sect would be warned by their masters about the power of the 'Xingdaifa.'

After a long while, the disciples of the Five Mountains Sword Sect came to their senses. Some wanted to refute Chen Ang's 'nonsense,' but seeing their masters' serious expressions, they believed it to be mostly true.

Dingshi clasped her hands and recited a Buddhist chant, then said solemnly, "Sir, you are right. I wonder what your relationship with the former leader Ren Woxing is, and why you know so much about these old matters?" These matters were secrets of several major sects, and the new leader of the Sun Moon Sect would not easily reveal such information about the former leader, making Dingshi suspicious of Chen Ang's background.

After all, a sudden appearance of a high-level expert who could force Yu Canghai to retreat was hard to believe he had no background.

"Ren Woxing? He's not even worthy to be related to me!" Chen Ang's tone was shocking, completely dismissing Ren Woxing. In fact, he had never taken Ren Woxing seriously, considering the 'Xingdaifa' a third-rate martial art.

Although Chen Ang listed the 'Xingdaifa' as one of the supreme martial arts, in his heart, it was not even worthy to be mentioned alongside the 'Yijinjing' and 'Taijiquan Jing.' For him, martial arts were a path to elevate the essence of life, refine the spirit and vital energy, and evolve. Internal energy was a mysterious force that developed human potential and balanced the five elements and yin-yang.

Any martial art that focused on increasing power and enhancing combat effectiveness without involving human evolution was considered evil and not worth mentioning. Others might find the power of martial arts impressive, but to Chen Ang, who came from the modern world:

No matter how powerful martial arts are, can they compare to fighter jets? Can they compare to space warships? Can the 'Xingdaifa' that steals internal energy compare to a Barrett rifle that can kill from 3,000 meters away? With the treasure of the human body unexplored, not pursuing longevity and spiritual cultivation, but chasing after these minor skills, is truly laughable!

In Chen Ang's view, the human body is a deep well that can never be fully explored. Every time you think its potential is exhausted, it surprises you. When Chen Ang was in his overclocked state, he could control every tiny nerve and muscle in the human body, understanding every detail, but even then, he had not mastered the power of cells and genes.

Not to mention the internal energy and mental energy, which he had been exploring for months and still found confusing.

The 'Xingdaifa,' which uses others' impure energy to pollute one's own potential, was a foolish skill that Chen Ang always dismissed. Otherwise, he wouldn't have left Ren Woxing imprisoned in Meizhuang.

But when these words came out, they drew many curious glances.