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Linghu Chong still trusted Bai Tang more, and Bai Tang was only trying to help him by stopping him.
"I can't not go! Ren Yingying has kidnapped Sister Disciple. If I don't do as she says, she will kill Sister Disciple!" Linghu Chong said.
"I see! So that's why you suddenly changed your mind and are helping Ren Yingying. There’s more to this than I thought! I'm sorry for misunderstanding you!"
Linghu Chong was at a loss for words. How could Bai Gu Niang misunderstand that he liked Ren Yingying? Ren Yingying was a demoness from the evil sect and ungrateful; even if he liked Nuns Yilin, he would never like Ren Yingying!
"Since Bai Gu Niang understands my predicament, please step aside!"
"I won't!" Bai Tang stood firm.
"Bai Gu Niang!” Linghu Chong grew anxious. “If you don’t step aside, don’t blame me for being rude!"
Bai Tang smiled slightly, and in Linghu Chong's eyes, she suddenly became a blur. In the next moment, Linghu Chong was turned into a statue! He was shocked; this woman's martial arts were beyond measure. Could his Master be her match?
Bai Tang pulled Linghu Chong aside. "Just wait. Once they resolve their internal conflicts, you can ask the Eastern Leader for martial arts guidance! Don’t worry; I can help you seek assistance from the Eastern Leader regarding your Sister Disciple. I believe the Eastern Leader will find her whereabouts and return her."
Only then did Linghu Chong's anxious emotions calm down a bit as he observed the battle in the arena. What he saw startled him! It turned out that Bai Gu Niang was not lying; Dongfang Bubai's martial arts were indeed formidable, and the four of them were no match for her!
Dongfang Bubai moved swiftly, like a ghost, and he couldn't even spot any flaws. If he rashly joined in, the power of Dugu Nine Swords would not even be half realized.
At this moment, Dongfang Bubai engaged with the four of them. With Ren Woxing dead, although the substitute, Green Bamboo Elder, was also very powerful, his strength was still inferior to that of Ren Woxing. Even with five people combined, they were at a disadvantage. Ren Yingying and Green Bamboo Elder wielded swords while Xiang Wen used a soft whip to attack simultaneously. The three worked together with tremendous force, but Dongfang Bubai, holding a needle between two fingers, darted between them effortlessly, retreating like lightning.
Shangguan Yun drew his saber and charged in to assist, turning it into a four-against-one fight. As they fought fiercely, suddenly, they heard Shangguan Yun shout loudly; his saber fell to the ground as he flipped backward, pressing his hands against his right eye—this eye had been blinded by a strike from Dongfang Bubai. The three of them were shocked; their movements became even more fierce as their longswords aimed at various vital points on Dongfang Bubai. However, her figure was ghostly and elusive, moving like smoke; their sword tips always missed her by mere inches.
Suddenly, they heard Xiang Wen scream "Ah!" followed by a "Hey!" from Ren Yingying, as both were struck by needles in succession. Although the rank of Green Bamboo Elder was lower than that of Ren Yingying, his martial arts were the highest among the four. Yet after only a brief struggle, he was struck in the chest and throat by needles.
Four people surrounded Dongfang Bubai, but they couldn't touch even a bit of his clothing, while all four were struck by his needles. Dongfang Bubai's body spun faster and faster, a swirling mass of red. Green Bamboo Elder, Xiang Wen, and Ren Yingying shouted in anger and urgency. All three focused their internal energy into their weapons, creating a loud whooshing sound. However, Dongfang Bubai did not make a sound. Linghu Chong watched with cold sweat running down his back, thinking to himself, "If I join the fray, I fear I won't be able to change the situation."
Suddenly, the leader thrust a needle into Xiang Wen's chest. Xiang Wen felt a wave of numbness throughout his body; his soft whip fell to the ground. The leader kicked Xiang Wen in the chest with eight-tenths of his internal energy, instantly shattering Xiang Wen's heart. Xiang Wen gasped his last breath, and soon after, Shangguan Yun and Green Bamboo Elder also fell. Ren Yingying did not die; the leader had crippled her Dantian and severed the tendons in her right hand before throwing her off Heimu Cliff. One can imagine what kind of disaster would befall a beautiful woman with no combat power or backing!
The poison used by the cult was easy to cure, and Ren Yingying carried the antidote with her. The leader first cured Yang Lianting and Tong Baixiong, instructing them to take the antidote to others. After that, he had time to deal with Linghu Chong. Bai Tang had already informed him that Linghu Chong was coerced by Ren Yingying.
"Let’s have a match. If you win, I won’t hold your intrusion into Heimu Cliff against you; if you lose, I won’t take your life!" The leader looked down at Linghu Chong with disdain, making Linghu Chong feel cold inside.
Damn it! With your kind of overwhelming combat power, I can only be at your mercy! Even if you beat me down to my last breath, you wouldn’t spare my life!
"Is the disciple of Feng Qingyang so cowardly?" The leader's tone was laced with mockery.
Regarding his master’s uncle, Linghu Chong could not back down. He bowed to the leader and said, "Please enlighten me, Eastern Leader!"
Although Feng Qingyang lived in seclusion in Xiangyang, he occasionally missed the mountains and waters of Huashan and would return for a visit. On one occasion, he saw Linghu Chong practicing Dugu Nine Swords and was greatly impressed by his talent, offering him some guidance. Therefore, Linghu Chong held Feng Qingyang in high esteem; in his heart, Feng Qingyang's status was equal to that of Yue Buqun.
The leader smiled arrogantly and suddenly launched an attack. Linghu Chong was already on high alert when he saw the leader's sleeve flicker slightly; he immediately thrust his sword toward the leader's throat. This thrust was extremely fast; if the leader did not retract himself, the sword would pierce his throat immediately. But at that moment, Linghu Chong felt a slight pain on his left cheek as he instinctively swung his longsword to the left. It turned out that the leader's speed was truly incredible; in that split second, he had pricked Linghu Chong's face with a needle and then retracted his arm to deflect Linghu Chong's sword thrust. Fortunately, Linghu Chong's thrust was also very quick and aimed at an unavoidable target for the enemy; thus, the needle missed its mark and did not hit a vital point on him. The needle in the leader's hand was less than an inch long; it could almost be lifted by the wind and would not sink if dropped into water. Yet it managed to deflect Linghu Chong's longsword effortlessly—his martial arts were indeed astonishing.
Linghu Chong was shocked; he realized that the leader was an unprecedented formidable opponent. As long as he gave the opponent any chance to act freely, his life would be in danger. He immediately launched four consecutive thrusts aimed at the opponent’s vital points.
The leader praised him with satisfaction: "Your swordsmanship is excellent." He deflected each of Linghu Chong's four thrusts effortlessly.
Linghu Chong focused intently on observing him; as the needle danced around deflecting attacks without revealing any openings, there was no opportunity for him to counterattack. With a loud shout, he swung his longsword straight down at the leader’s head. The leader pinched the needle between his thumb and index finger and raised it up to block the incoming sword strike; thus, Linghu Chong’s longsword could not come down.
Linghu Chong felt a slight ache in his arm but then saw a shadow flash past—something was aiming for his left eye. At this moment, there was no time to block or evade; in a hurry, he trembled his longsword toward the leader’s left eye as well—this was a desperate move that could lead to mutual injury. This strike aimed at the enemy’s eye was almost reckless and certainly not something a skilled fighter would use; however, since Linghu Chong’s Dugu Swordplay had no fixed techniques and he did not consider himself an expert either, he acted impulsively without much thought during this crisis. He felt a slight pain in his left brow as the leader jumped away just in time to avoid being hit by this thrust.
Linghu Chong realized that he had been pricked by the needle on his left brow; fortunately for him, because the leader had to dodge his longsword thrust, the needle missed its target—otherwise one of his eyes would have been blinded! In astonishment, he unleashed a flurry of strikes like a tempest upon the leader without giving him any chance to counterattack. The leader deftly deflected each attack while continuously praising: "Good swordsmanship! Good swordsmanship!"
Linghu Chong remained silent as he expanded his longsword into six shadows that aimed at various vital points: between the eyebrows, throat, chest, lower Dantian, knees, and ankles. The leader remained calm as he transformed his needle movements into a silver ribbon that blocked all of Linghu Chong’s attacks.
"Not bad! After practicing for another ten years, I still wouldn't be your match! But now..." The leader suddenly switched from defense to offense, increasing the intensity of the attack. As a result, Linghu Chong was tragically beaten down, lying on the ground, barely conscious.
Bai Tang stepped forward and poured Red Medicine into Linghu Chong's mouth. His internal injuries quickly recovered by half, but his external wounds were like pinpricks. Even though he was healing, the memory of the pain remained, causing Linghu Chong to struggle to rise from the ground.
"Although you lost, I will keep my promise. You may leave!" The leader retracted the Silver Needle, clasped his hands behind his back, and felt quite pleased.
Linghu Chong did not move; his Sister Disciple's safety was still uncertain.
The leader glanced at the prostrate Linghu Chong with confusion and suddenly remembered Bai Tang's matter. He said, "My people will rescue your Sister Disciple. You should wait for news at the foot of the mountain!"
With the leader's promise, Linghu Chong felt relieved. He sprang up like a Carp and respectfully bowed to the leader, saying, "Thank you, Eastern Leader!"
When he reunited with Yue Lingshan, Linghu Chong's impression of the Sun and Moon Sect changed from negative to positive. He realized that not everyone in the demonic sect was ungrateful like Ren Yingying; there were indeed trustworthy heroes like Qu Yang and Dongfang Bubai...
Bai Tang stayed at Heimu Cliff for five hours to spar with the leader. Naturally, it was only the leader who would lose. The leader believed his martial arts had reached great heights and that he was either first or second in the martial world. He couldn't understand why he would lose to a young girl like Bai Tang. Thus, during the remaining two hours, Bai Tang explained concepts such as entering the Dao through martial arts, breaking through voids, and cultivating for longevity. Although Bai Tang was not familiar with these concepts and her explanations were vague, they greatly inspired the leader! After arranging all sect affairs, he entered seclusion and vowed not to emerge until he achieved complete mastery!
Bai Tang left Heimu Cliff satisfied with five helpers from the Sun and Moon Sect who assisted her in collecting food. She left behind tales of divine visitation at Heimu Cliff—so much food had vanished in an instant. Opening the Time-Space Gate, Bai Tang returned to modern times with Karen Adrian.
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