Chapter 83 Changchunzi
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"Lin Pingzhi! You killed my son!"
Before the stern shout from the entrance of the Liu residence's main hall had even finished, everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of Taoist priests in blue robes walking briskly towards them.
The leader was short in stature with a sinister face; he was none other than Yu Canghai, the head of the Qingcheng Sect.
Shi Potian was puzzled. Yu Canghai had been severely injured and on the verge of death after taking a full-force blow from his own Heart-Shattering Palm, but unexpectedly, less than half a month had passed and he had recovered to almost full health.
But before he could think it through, a commotion erupted around him—
"Yu Canghai!"
The members of the Fuwei Escort Agency all roared in anger.
Wang, the镖头 (bodyguard), had bloodshot eyes instantly, and lunged forward like a mad tiger, but Zheng, the镖头 (bodyguard), reacted quickly and caught him. He trembled all over, his voice hoarse:
"You old scoundrel! You actually dared to come! Dozens of lives have been lost at my Nanchang branch; today, you will pay for your crimes in blood!"
Ma San hissed, "Brothers! Our enemies are here! Today, Young Master Escort will lead us to avenge them. Watch closely from heaven!"
Bai Er gritted his teeth: "You shorty Yu! The lives of over a hundred people in my Fuwei Escort Agency will be repaid today by your Qingcheng Sect!"
Yu Canghai coldly said, "No matter how many ants there are, they are not as good as a single hair on my son's head. Today, I will send you all to the underworld to reunite with each other."
Lin Zhennan's expression was solemn, and he said in a deep voice, "Everyone, calm down and see what Yu Canghai is relying on. His injuries are healing so quickly, which is very strange."
Only then did everyone take a closer look at Yu Canghai and his group.
It was strange that Yu Canghai was full of energy and didn't look like a seriously injured person at all. The two people beside him also had imposing auras and were not ordinary martial arts figures.
To Yu Canghai's left was a burly middle-aged Taoist priest with bulging temples and a fierce expression, a stark contrast to Yu Canghai.
One of the guests said, "This man is Jia Kunlun, a fellow disciple of Yu Canghai of the Qingcheng Sect. His skill is comparable to Yu Canghai's. For the past ten years, he has made great contributions to the Qingcheng Sect's dominance in Sichuan and Chongqing."
The guests secretly thought that this person standing next to Yu Canghai made Yu Canghai look like a dwarf.
But what truly sends chills down your spine is the old, bearded Taoist priest on the right.
The Taoist priest was thin, dressed in a blue robe, with white hair and beard, a gaunt face, and half-closed eyes, seemingly asleep. He kept his hands tucked into his sleeves and walked slowly with the others, making no sound at all.
Someone gasped, whispering in astonishment, "That's... Changchunzi!"
"What?! Changchunzi, a master of the previous generation of the Qingcheng Sect? Changchunzi's junior brother? He's still alive?"
"Decades ago, he was already a top-tier martial arts master, on par with his senior brother Changqingzi. Later, when Yu Canghai became the sect leader, he rarely appeared in public. Rumor had it that he had already passed away, but I never expected..."
Before he could finish speaking, the man stopped, his eyes filled with surprise and doubt.
Changchunzi seemed to have heard the discussion. He slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at the people who were speaking. Just one glance, and it was as if electricity struck the empty room. Then he lowered his eyes again, still looking like he hadn't had enough sleep.
But the person who spoke felt a chill in their heart and dared not say another word.
Jia Kunlun snorted coldly, scanning the entire room. Wherever his gaze fell, the guests turned their heads to look.
Many people thought that the Qingcheng Sect's all-out mobilization indicated that they were truly at a critical juncture, and that they were determined to fight the Fuwei Escort Agency to the death.
Yu Canghai was followed by more than twenty Qingcheng disciples, each of them looking fierce and imposing, their hands on their sword hilts, waiting for the sect leader's order.
The expressions of the Fuwei Escort Agency members turned serious. No wonder Yu Canghai dared to challenge the Handwashing Ceremony; he had this backing. He was already difficult to deal with, and now there was Jia Kunlun, not to mention the unfathomable Changchunzi…
Sarutobi Rigetsu, however, remained unfazed, stepping forward from the crowd and proclaiming in a clear voice:
"Yu Canghai, I killed your son. It has nothing to do with the Fuwei Escort Agency. He twisted the truth and insulted my lord; he deserved to die!"
"Good! Good!" Yu Canghai laughed in fury, his laughter as shrill as a night owl. "If I don't tear you to pieces today, I swear I'm not human!" As soon as he finished speaking, all the disciples behind him drew their swords, their blades flashing.
Jia Kunlun snorted coldly, placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and took a step forward.
"boom…"
The ground shattered with a deafening roar, sending debris flying everywhere!
The next moment, a sword slashed towards Sarutobi Higetsu.
They couldn't wait and made the first move.
When Jia Kunlun unleashed his sword strike, it was as powerful as a thunderbolt. Even before the sword arrived, the sharp sword energy already rushed towards him, stinging his face!
Jia Kunlun's nimble Pine Breeze Sword Technique was unleashed with a fierce and domineering air, quite different from Yu Canghai's style.
Sarutobi Higetsu's pupils contracted slightly, but he neither dodged nor avoided, as if he was frightened by Jia Kunlun's sword strike.
Amidst gasps of alarm, the longsword was already three inches above his head—"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, a cloud of blue smoke exploded from the ground!
Jia Kunlun's sword strike missed its mark, the blade passing right through the smoke without him feeling any force. Startled, he realized something was wrong and was about to sheathe his sword to defend—
A chill suddenly ran down my spine!
Jia Kunlun's hair stood on end. Without turning around, he stomped his feet on the ground and lunged forward. At the same time, he swept his sword out horizontally!
Everyone could see clearly that a dark shadow appeared behind Jia Kunlun like a ghost; it was none other than the Japanese samurai, Sarutobi Higetsu!
He had somehow acquired a short, black blade in his hand, its tip gleaming coldly, and it was aimed straight at Jia Kunlun's lower back!
He had somehow acquired a short, black blade in his hand, its tip gleaming coldly, and it was aimed straight at Jia Kunlun's lower back!
"What an uncanny movement technique!" the surrounding guests exclaimed in surprise.
Jia Kunlun's swordplay had faltered, and he was too late to defend himself; he was about to be struck.
"Clang!"
A crisp clang of metal clashing!
A long sword thrust out diagonally, its tip precisely touching the blade tip, deflecting the fatal blow!
It was Yu Canghai!
His face was gloomy, his long sword trembled, and he thrust the "Raging Pine Waves" move towards Sarutobi Hitsuki's left chest.
Sarutobi Sun Moon, however, did not linger in battle. Using the force of the swing, he flipped in mid-air, and while still airborne, he released another puff of green smoke.
"Bang!"
Smoke rises again!
Yu Canghai's sword flashed repeatedly, dispersing the smoke, but all that could be seen were scattered black bullet fragments on the ground. Where was Sarutobi Hitsuki?
Looking at the positions of the Fuwei Escort Agency members, Sarutobi Riyue had returned to Shi Potian's side, twirled his short blade in a circle, and disappeared without a trace.
The entire room fell silent.
Immediately, a deafening roar of cheers erupted!
"good!"
"What kind of sorcery is this?"
"Japanese ninjutsu is indeed unpredictable!"
Jia Kunlun's face was ashen, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly. He had roamed the Sichuan Basin for more than ten years and had never been so embarrassed—in a single encounter, he had almost been killed by a Japanese warrior of unknown origin.
Yu Canghai's face grew even more terribly grim. To outsiders, his intervention to block the attack appeared as a senior brother saving his junior brother, but only he knew the truth—
Even if it were him, he wouldn't perform better than Jia Kunlun with Sarutobi Higetsu's unpredictable and elusive moves; he would probably be injured in one move.
The Qingcheng Sect is located in a remote western region and has never seen the escape techniques of Japanese ninjas. It is no surprise that their expedition was unsuccessful.
Sarutobi Hiyori stood beside Shi Potian, speaking with a mocking tone:
"The Yu brothers outnumbered the enemy, what excellent swordsmanship! So the essence of the Pine Breeze Sword Technique is the combined use of two swords, hehe."
Yu Canghai snorted coldly, seemingly oblivious to the sarcasm in the words, but in his heart he thought, "Even a Japanese samurai knows the Pine Breeze Sword Technique. The Qingcheng Sect truly lives up to its reputation as a thousand-year-old sect with profound heritage."
However, he was here to seek revenge and kill, so he didn't care about the rules of the martial world. He was about to continue challenging Sarutobi Hiyori—
"Wait a minute!"
A clear shout rang out to stop it.