Chapter 7

"Never mind, if I get it, it's my luck; if I don't, it's my fate. It's best not to force things!"

Ding Chunqiu gave a bitter smile, then unrolled the scroll, and the cultivation method of the "Lingbo Weibu" came into view.

"At least this trip wasn't in vain. I've obtained the secret light body technique, 'Lingbo Weibu'!"

Ding Chunqiu smiled and said, trying to improve his mood.

Looking around the Langhuan Fudi, Ding Chunqiu suddenly felt a surge of emotion.

"Fine, this must be Duan Yu's fortuitous encounter. It's best not to disrupt the pace of 'Heavenly Dragon'!"

Ding Chunqiu originally intended to take the secret manual directly, but then he thought that if he interfered with Duan Yu's encounter, the plot of 'Heavenly Dragon' would deviate from what he knew. In that case, he would lose his advantage of foresight. Thinking of this, Ding Chunqiu was startled.

He then tore a piece of cloth from a cannon, took out the prepared ink and brush, copied the secret manual from the scroll, and erased all the cultivation methods of the "Beiming Divine Skill" except for the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian, then returned it to its original place.

"Anyway, Duan Yu has only practiced the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian, so I'm not really betraying him!"

Ding Chunqiu thought shamelessly, keeping the copied "Beiming Divine Skill" and "Lingbo Weibu" close to his body, and then left the Langhuan Fudi.

He returned the same way, and the Wuliang Sword Sect people did not dare to follow.

He threw the rope down the cliff and said with a bitter smile, "It seems I still have to go to Jiangnan and get the 'Xiaowuxiang Skill' from the Manhua Manor!"

...

In the main hall of the Wuliang Sword Sect.

"Master, I have investigated. It seems that the old monster Ding Chunqiu has been searching for a way to the Wuliang Jade Wall in the forbidden area these past few days. This time, he is likely preparing to climb down the cliff with ropes and hooks. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If we cut the rope, he will surely die!" A young man in the hall spoke excitedly, making a chopping gesture that made Zuo Zimu somewhat tempted.

However, thinking of Ding Chunqiu's terror, Zuo Zimu shuddered and said, "Guangjie, don't say any more. A person like Ding Chunqiu is not someone the Wuliang Sword Sect can provoke. I can pretend this never happened, and you must never mention it again. The best course of action is to go along with Ding Chunqiu's wishes. As the saying goes, 'A smiling face invites no blows.' We should respect and honor him, and he will not harm us. Yes, that's the way to go!"

Zuo Zimu spoke with lingering fear, not wanting to be used by Ding Chunqiu to test the "Hua Gong Da Fa."

Gong Guangjie had thought his suggestion would earn him praise from his master and win his favor, possibly replacing Yu Guanghao as the most influential person in the Wuliang Sword Sect. However, he was scolded by Zuo Zimu and felt somewhat resentful. "Master, why should our prestigious Wuliang Sword Sect boost others' morale and undermine our own? Even if you don't want to use underhanded tactics, when that old monster returns, as long as you give the order, we can overwhelm him. No matter how powerful he is, he will be helpless. Wouldn't that be satisfying?"

Gong Guangjie, failing to achieve his goal, came up with another plan, as if he had a deep grudge against Ding Chunqiu and could not be at ease until he was killed.

"Shut up!"

Zuo Zimu was startled by Gong Guangjie's words. If Ding Chunqiu, that old demon, heard this, it would be disastrous. He immediately shouted in anger.

However, Gong Guangjie, eager to impress and replace Yu Guanghao in Zuo Zimu's heart, did not notice his anger. He thought Zuo Zimu was concerned for him and said, "Master, you don't need to worry about me. Serving you is my duty. As long as you give the order, I will not flinch, even if I have to climb a mountain of knives or descend into a sea of fire. Moreover, if we can kill this old demon Ding Chunqiu, our Wuliang Sword Sect will surely become famous and shine in the martial world. Your name will surpass all the martial artists and become a true hero!"

Gong Guangjie spoke incessantly, trying to please Zuo Zimu, but he did not see the panic in Zuo Zimu's eyes.

"Rogue disciple, be quiet!"

Zuo Zimu, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, jumped up and slapped Gong Guangjie.

The crisp sound of the slap echoed, and Gong Guangjie was stunned.

"Master, why did you hit me? Did I say something wrong?"

Gong Guangjie looked at Zuo Zimu in disbelief, thinking he had not said anything wrong. He felt wronged.

However, Zuo Zimu ignored him and trembled as he said, "Hero Ding, don't listen to this rogue disciple's nonsense. I have no intention of harming you. It was all his idea, and I did not agree. Hero Ding, you must believe me!"

Zuo Zimu was on the verge of tears, his forehead drenched in cold sweat. Seeing Ding Chunqiu quietly appear at the hall entrance, he wished he could slap Gong Guangjie to death.

"Ding... Ding... Old monster!"

Gong Guangjie turned around and saw Ding Chunqiu standing at the hall entrance, and he was stunned.

Slap!

Another crisp slap echoed, and Zuo Zimu went mad.

"You scoundrel, how dare you call Hero Ding an old monster? I'll beat you to death!"

Zuo Zimu then slapped Gong Guangjie repeatedly, left and right.

He could not understand why the usually clever Gong Guangjie had gone wrong today, opposing him at every turn, as if he wanted to ruin the Wuliang Sword Sect to prove his existence.

"Enough!"

Seeing Zuo Zimu beating Gong Guangjie to death, Ding Chunqiu said indifferently.

"Ah... Yes!" Zuo Zimu immediately stopped, kicked the still stunned Gong Guangjie, and said, "You fool, don't you thank Hero Ding for sparing your life? If it weren't for Hero Ding pleading for you, I would have beaten you to death!"

Hearing Zuo Zimu's words, Gong Guangjie came to his senses and said with a sob, "Thank you, Hero Ding, for sparing my life. I will never do it again!"

Looking at the two, Ding Chunqiu sneered inwardly. He could see through Zuo Zimu's beating of Gong Guangjie as a way to save his life.

However, he did not plan to expose it. Although the Wuliang Sword Sect had given him a bad impression, they had been respectful these past few days, and he did not want to start a massacre. Moreover, Gong Guangjie posed no threat to Ding Chunqiu, so he was happy to spare his life.

Thinking of this, he ignored Gong Guangjie and said to Zuo Zimu, "I came today to bid farewell, but I saw a good show. I didn't expect that although the Wuliang Sword Sect is not top-tier, it has quite a few talented people."

"Where, where!" Zuo Zimu could not miss the sarcasm in Ding Chunqiu's words, but hearing that he was leaving, the mockery was nothing.

"Hero Ding, are you leaving so soon? I haven't had the chance to show you hospitality yet."

Zuo Zimu spoke with a disappointed look, as if Ding Chunqiu were his close friend.

"Enough, don't pretend. You probably can't wait for me to leave!" Ding Chunqiu laughed, finding Zuo Zimu truly hypocritical.

Being exposed, Zuo Zimu did not feel embarrassed and just smiled.

"Alright, that's it. Farewell!"

Ding Chunqiu did not waste more words, bowed, and in a flash, he was gone, leaving the Wuliang Sword Sect in a few leaps.

"Manhua Manor, here I come!" Ding Chunqiu muttered to himself.