Chapter 67

Chapter 66: In Times of Great Danger, Each Fends for Themselves

Xiaoming stood at the classroom door, took a deep breath, and firmly gripped the secret letter given to him by his mother.

Jiumozhi was secretly alarmed. His opponent wielded a sword that resembled a snake, with fierce and unpredictable sword techniques, and his internal skills were incredibly profound. In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged dozens of blows, and neither had gained the upper hand.

Why are there so many young martial arts experts in the Central Plains? Jiumozhi was secretly alarmed. It was one thing for Nan Murong, whose martial arts, though good, fell far short of his legendary reputation. Encountering Song Qingshu earlier had made him realize the strength of the heroes of the world, and now he had met another young man whose skills were on par with his own.

"Is this the Golden Snake King, Yuan Chengzhi?" The weapon was so distinctive that a flash of recognition came to Jiumozhi, and he finally remembered who his opponent was.

"May I ask who the distinguished gentleman is?" Yuan Chengzhi's face was as calm as water. In recent years, his martial arts had greatly improved, and he had thought himself almost unmatched in the martial world. He never expected that an ordinary monk could match him.

"I am the Dharma King of Tubo, the Great Wheel Bright King Jiumozhi, meeting the Golden Snake King." Jiumozhi clasped his hands together and secretly activated the Flame Blade, a supreme skill of the Nyingma Sect.

Yuan Chengzhi channeled his energy into the sword, and the Golden Snake Sword emitted a faint dragon-like hum, searching for any openings in his opponent's defense.

"This monk is too powerful. I will hold him off. You must work together and finish this quickly. If the Qing army realizes what's happening, it will be too late." Yuan Chengzhi spoke in a low voice, not daring to take his eyes off Jiumozhi.

Seeing his mouth open, Jiumozhi knew that his true qi had been somewhat dissipated. His eyes lit up, and he took advantage of the opportunity to attack.

Yuan Chengzhi was wary of Jiumozhi's ethereal Flame Blade energy, while Jiumozhi was also intimidated by Yuan Chengzhi's strange and unpredictable sword techniques. Despite losing the initiative, Yuan Chengzhi managed to hold his ground.

Jiumozhi was growing anxious. If he was held up, it would take hundreds of moves to determine a winner. The other three were all highly skilled martial artists, and if they attacked together, Song Qingshu would be hard-pressed to resist.

Dolong, seeing the situation was not favorable, quietly slipped out the door to summon the cavalry of the Brave Cavalry Camp.

Xuedao Laozu and Sangjie Lama slowly approached Song Qingshu, joining Hong Antong to form a tight circle around him.

"You three are all well-known in the martial world, and your combined age is ten times that of our young master. Are you not ashamed to gang up on him?" Shuisheng, who was about to take advantage of the chaos to escape, turned back and saw Song Qingshu surrounded by the three, and couldn't help but mock them.

"This young lady is so beautiful, she's just to my taste." Xuedao Laozu, who had ruined the chastity of countless noblewomen, could easily see through her disguise. He glanced at Shuisheng with a greedy look in his eyes.

Sangjie Lama, who had just been rebuffed by Jiumozhi, was seething with anger. Seeing that the two were not moving, he wanted to save face in front of the others. His palms seemed to hold a sphere, and he launched the most powerful move of the Great Hand Seal, the Great Brightness Seal.

Even from a distance, Song Qingshu could feel the air around him begin to solidify. His face changed, and he quickly thrust his sword at several points in the air.

Sangjie Lama was greatly alarmed. This young man, despite his youth, had the discerning eye of a grandmaster. His casual thrusts had precisely targeted the weak points in the energy field Sangjie had created. The Great Hand Seal's greatest feature was to create a force field around the opponent, making it difficult for them to channel their energy and counterattack.

But before the Great Brightness Seal could form, the force field was shattered by the sharp sword energy. Sangjie grunted and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, indicating he had suffered a serious internal injury.

Song Qingshu was also in a difficult position. He had broken the Great Hand Seal with a single thrust, but Sangjie was the top expert of the Mantra School, one of the four major sects of Tibetan Buddhism. Xuedao Laozu, with his keen eye, immediately rushed forward with his blade.

"Master Song, be careful!" Wang Yuyan cried out in alarm from the side.

Duan Yu looked at her with a complex expression and said sourly, "Miss Wang, we should take advantage of the chaos and leave. If we wait, we won't be able to escape no matter who wins."

"But Master Song has been kind to me. How can I leave him in his time of need?" Wang Yuyan frowned and replied, her mind simulating the battle to see if she could offer any help to Song Qingshu.

"What kindness has he shown you?" Duan Yu muttered, "Didn't I see him fraternizing with Jiumozhi and Wei Xiaobao?"

"Master Duan, you speak truly," a handsome young man with a face like a jade statue walked in, his voice ringing out.

Duan Yu looked at him sheepishly and said, "Master Murong, hello."

"Cousin!" Wang Yuyan turned back with a mix of surprise and joy, seeing her long-awaited cousin who had come to rescue her. Her eyes welled up, and she almost cried.

It turned out that after learning Wang Yuyan had been captured by Jiumozhi, Murong Fu had hurriedly led his retainers in pursuit, finally catching up today.

Wang Yuyan's tender call of "Cousin" truly tore Duan Yu's heart apart, but he could do nothing about it. He picked up a cup of wine from the table and drank it in one gulp.

"Cousin, Master Duan was captured by the monk Jiumozhi while trying to save me. His major acupoints are now sealed," Wang Yuyan said softly, regaining her composure.

"Thank you, Master Duan, for your assistance." Murong Fu smiled and effortlessly released the seal Jiumozhi had placed on Duan Yu, his technique highly skilled.

"Master Duan, why don't you join me in capturing the evil monk Jiumozhi and avenging my cousin?" Murong Fu surveyed the scene and immediately understood the situation.

"Of course!" Duan Yu, who had been tormented by Jiumozhi, was filled with resentment. Seeing Jiumozhi locked in a fierce battle with a young man wielding a snake sword, he didn't hesitate and launched a strike with the Sha Ze Sword.

Jiumozhi, who had been slightly in the lead, had been paying attention to the surroundings. Sensing Duan Yu's Six Pulse Sword, he quickly dodged.

However, this move cost him the advantage he had built up. Yuan Chengzhi finally caught his breath and launched a fierce counterattack, reversing the tide of the battle.

"Murong Fu of Gusu, I am here to assist you." Murong Fu knew that he could not defeat Jiumozhi alone, so he seized this opportunity and attacked.

Jiumozhi would have easily defeated Murong Fu in a one-on-one fight, but with two young masters attacking, Yuan Chengzhi's strange and unpredictable sword techniques and Murong Fu's skillful combination of various schools' techniques put Jiumozhi in a precarious position after just a few moves.

Shuisheng looked at the scene with a complex expression, her eyes shifting. Thinking about what Song Qingshu and the courtesan had done in the room, she felt restless.

Hearing Wang Yuyan's call of "Cousin," she couldn't help but think of her childhood sweetheart, who had been devoted to her. She stomped her foot in frustration and turned to run out.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the hall, as Song Qingshu's right hand went numb, Xuedao Laozu attacked. Song Qingshu could have escaped on his own, but he thought of the defenseless Wei Xiaobao behind him. If Wei Xiaobao were captured, it would be a matter of life and death, and many of his plans depended on him. He couldn't let his efforts go to waste.

So, he grabbed Wei Xiaobao's shoulder and used the Cloud Ladder Leap to jump to the second floor, planning to break out of the three-way encirclement and then deal with them one by one.

But Hong Antong had been waiting for this moment. He leaped out like a bolt of lightning and struck Song Qingshu's back with a palm. Chapter 67: The Skill to Revive the Dead

"Spit!" A mouthful of blood spewed out. If not for his divine skills, an ordinary person would have had their heart and pulse severed by Hong Antong's solid punch.

Xuedao Laozu and Sangjie Lama also attacked. Song Qingshu barely resisted for a few moves before Xuedao Laozu's blade was at his throat.

"I am finished!" Song Qingshu's heart turned cold, and he imagined his head flying high.

"Clang!" A projectile struck Xuedao Laozu's blade, shocking the three men. It wasn't the skill of the projectile that surprised them, but the fact that it was a Golden Snake Dart!

Perplexed, they turned to see Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu still attacking Jiumozhi, with no opportunity to launch the projectile...

"There's no need to look. That Golden Snake Dart was mine." Xia Qingqing walked in calmly, her appearance now dignified and composed, far from the enchanting allure she had displayed earlier. The men in the room found her incredibly graceful.

Sangjie Lama pointed his fingers and sealed Song Qingshu's acupoints, then looked up in confusion. "Why don't you let us end his life, Lady Yuan?"

"I have important matters to discuss with him. Thank you for helping me capture him." Xia Qingqing placed her hands at her waist and bowed gracefully, displaying perfect manners.

Sangjie Lama and Hong Antong were still composed. The former was a monk, and the latter had long since given up on women, even neglecting his wife. They admired her beauty but had no ulterior motives.

Xuedao Laozu, however, was different. Seeing Xia Qingqing's slender waist as she bowed, he wished he could help her up. His eyes flashed with greed, but thinking of her powerful husband, he sighed inwardly: "I'll find another lady. That cross-dressing girl earlier was quite nice."

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, never expecting her to save his life. Thinking of their earlier intimacy, his heart stirred.

Noticing his gaze, Xia Qingqing blushed, her thoughts unknown. She turned her head to pretend to watch the battle, avoiding his eyes.

Although Jiumozhi was at a disadvantage, he could still barely hold his ground. But when he saw Song Qingshu heavily injured and captured, he felt a chill. He thought, "If this continues, I might really have to meet the Buddha."

He immediately channeled all his energy into the Flame Blade to force Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu back, then leaped toward Song Qingshu. "Master Song, I will save you."

Sangjie Lama and Hong Antong were shocked and punched at Jiumozhi in mid-air. But Jiumozhi's move was a feint. The palm strike looked powerful but had no force behind it. When it met the force of Sangjie Lama and Hong Antong, he used their momentum to crash through the window and disappear into the night sky. No one expected this, and Yuan Chengzhi and the others, wary of his strength, did not pursue him.

"Lord Wei, Master Song, I will return with more experts to rescue you." Jiumozhi Chapter 67: The Skill to Revive the Dead

"Spit!" A mouthful of blood spewed out. If not for his divine skills, an ordinary person would have had their heart and pulse severed by Hong Antong's solid punch.

Xuedao Laozu and Sangjie Lama also attacked. Song Qingshu barely resisted for a few moves before Xuedao Laozu's blade was at his throat.

"I am finished!" Song Qingshu's heart turned cold, and he imagined his head flying high.

"Clang!" A projectile struck Xuedao Laozu's blade, shocking the three men. It wasn't the skill of the projectile that surprised them, but the fact that it was a Golden Snake Dart!

Perplexed, they turned to see Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu still attacking Jiumozhi, with no opportunity to launch the projectile...

"There's no need to look. That Golden Snake Dart was mine." Xia Qingqing walked in calmly, her appearance now dignified and composed, far from the enchanting allure she had displayed earlier. The men in the room found her incredibly graceful.

Sangjie Lama pointed his fingers and sealed Song Qingshu's acupoints, then looked up in confusion. "Why don't you let us end his life, Lady Yuan?"

"I have important matters to discuss with him. Thank you for helping me capture him." Xia Qingqing placed her hands at her waist and bowed gracefully, displaying perfect manners.

Sangjie Lama and Hong Antong were still composed. The former was a monk, and the latter had long since given up on women, even neglecting his wife. They admired her beauty but had no ulterior motives.

Xuedao Laozu, however, was different. Seeing Xia Qingqing's slender waist as she bowed, he wished he could help her up. His eyes flashed with greed, but thinking of her powerful husband, he sighed inwardly: "I'll find another lady. That cross-dressing girl earlier was quite nice."

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, never expecting her to save his life. Thinking of their earlier intimacy, his heart stirred.

Noticing his gaze, Xia Qingqing blushed, her thoughts unknown. She turned her head to pretend to watch the battle, avoiding his eyes.

Although Jiumozhi was at a disadvantage, he could still barely hold his ground. But when he saw Song Qingshu heavily injured and captured, he felt a chill. He thought, "If this continues, I might really have to meet the Buddha."

He immediately channeled all his energy into the Flame Blade to force Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu back, then leaped toward Song Qingshu. "Master Song, I will save you."

Sangjie Lama and Hong Antong were shocked and punched at Jiumozhi in mid-air. But Jiumozhi's move was a feint. The palm strike looked powerful but had no force behind it. When it met the force of Sangjie Lama and Hong Antong, he used their momentum to crash through the window and disappear into the night sky. No one expected this, and Yuan Chengzhi and the others, wary of his strength, did not pursue him.

"Lord Wei, Master Song, I will return with more experts to rescue you." Jiumozhi Chapter 67: The Skill to Revive the Dead

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