The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun

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"Among those wandering monks, there seems to be a couple called the Tongbai Twin Wonders who are quite famous, a beggar called the Twin Snakes Evil Beggar, and a monk wearing a robe. I heard others call him Qiu Songnian. There are some others I don't know."

Upon hearing this, Yue Buqun pondered and said, "The Tongbai Twin Heroes were famous figures more than ten years ago, and they haven't been active in the martial arts world for many years."

Yue Buqun remembered all the people Shi Daizi mentioned. Most of them were second-rate martial arts masters, and a few were highly skilled and experienced.

Jiang Ning nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this.

Yue Buqun's face turned cold: "These people were originally some unorthodox practitioners, but I didn't expect them to have joined the Demonic Sect. I intend to teach them a lesson."

Although he was speaking of a lesson, Yue Buqun made no attempt to hide the coldness in his tone.

Although Mount Hua is a natural fortress that is easy to defend but difficult to attack, Yue Buqun did not intend to just passively defend it. Since these people dared to come to Mount Hua so swaggeringly, he would give them a big gift before they were fully assembled.

"Ning'er, you will come down the mountain with your master later."

Yue Buqun sneered, "Since these people want to come to Mount Hua, then they don't need to go back."

Jiang Ning nodded: "Yes."

Ning Zhongze and Feng Buping were startled, and Linghu Chong said, "Master, let's go with you."

Yue Buqun waved his hand: "No need. Too many people will only make things more difficult. Ning'er and I are enough."

Among the current members of the Huashan Sect, he and Jiang Ning have the highest martial arts skills, and Jiang Ning has a wealth of experience in this area. The two of them are enough.

Without further ado, after finalizing the agreement, Yue Buqun instructed Ning Zhongze and the others to stay behind to continue preparations and safeguards, and then he and Jiang Ning descended the mountain.

Along the way, Yue Buqun humbly asked Jiang Ning how he handled such situations.

Jiang Ning's answer was simple: assassination. He would choose to do it at night, make a small noise, act quickly, and snap the neck directly—it would be bloodless and highly efficient.

As dusk approached, we arrived at one of the villages, led by Shi Daizi.

The local people have been evacuated, and the area is now occupied by these people.

As darkness fell, some gang members patrolled the village entrance.

"You're on the left, I'm on the right."

After assigning the directions, Yue Buqun immediately headed to the right.

Jiang Ning entered the heavily guarded village from the left like a ghost, without attracting the attention of the villagers.

Upon entering the village, Jiang Ning did not find the rooms of the leaders; only some ordinary gang members and martial arts practitioners with average skills were sleeping in the rooms.

Jiang Ning searched the area, and while he was at it, he made those who were sleeping fall into eternal slumber, until he found a house in the center of the village that was brightly lit.

Jiang Ning headed this way.

"If you ask me, we have so many people here, with so many experts gathered together. Why wait for others to come? Let's just storm Mount Hua and wipe out the Mount Hua Sect. The Mount Hua Sect only has so few people."

Inside the room, a burly man spoke in a harsh voice.

"Hehe, good idea. You go first, we'll cheer you on."

The other person sneered, his tone sarcastic.

The person who spoke first fell silent.

After a long time.

"I wonder what kind of person this Ning Yanwang is, and whether he is really that powerful."

The woman speaking had a graceful figure, a charming face, and flamboyant makeup. A long whip covered in spikes hung from her waist.

"I think it's just an exaggeration."

Another person spoke up, his face showing disdain; judging from his attire, he was a beggar.

"Brother Yan is right."

A monk grinned widely.

"These so-called prestigious sects like to do this kind of thing, they like to give their disciples some empty titles, like that guy from the Songshan Sect named Shi Dengda, who has a loud name, but his martial arts are just so-so."

"A mere seventeen or eighteen-year-old kid, could he kill Tian Boguang and Yu Canghai on his own? I think either his master helped him and pinned the credit on him, or he used some kind of conspiracy."

“Even the Songshan Sect has some self-respect and hasn’t gone too far with their boasting. The Huashan Sect isn’t afraid of being laughed at, exaggerating the abilities of a mere child to the point that they dare to offend even the Holy Maiden. Now we’re going to let the Huashan Sect know that not just anyone is someone they can mess with.”

"hehe."

The charming woman who had spoken earlier chuckled twice.

"I'm quite curious about what he looks like. I like young talents like him the most."

As the alluring woman spoke, she licked her lips and unconsciously brought her legs together.

Seeing her like this, the others moved away from the woman.

This woman was extremely beautiful, but she was a rose with thorns. Her martial arts skills were bizarre, and she enjoyed toying with young men before killing them, making her someone to be avoided.

However, after these people moved away, their eyes would always unconsciously glance in that direction.

"Ouch."

A man in his fifties had his ear pinched by an elderly woman next to him.

"Where are your dog eyes looking? You might as well put your eyes on that little vixen."

The old woman started cursing loudly.

The others all wore gloating smiles, and the woman called the little vixen covered her mouth and giggled with delight.

"What are you laughing at, you vixen?"

The old woman turned and yelled at the woman.

"Old hag."

The woman chuckled.

"What did you say?"

The old woman stood up, ready to take action.

"Don't fight amongst yourselves."

Seeing this, the others stood up to try and calm things down, and the noise inside the room continued.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

As the people inside were making a ruckus, a series of knocking sounds rang out, unusually clear even in the noisy environment.

"Who's banging on things for no reason?"

"Some people are wondering," someone said.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The knocking grew louder and louder, and everyone noticed the sound, stopping to look in the direction of the sound.

A person sat in a chair with his legs crossed, his left hand on his knee, and his other hand resting on the table, his index finger gently tapping the tabletop. A sword was placed on the table.

Everyone was shocked to see this.

They remembered that no one had sat in that spot before.

"who?"

A burly man shouted a question.

The knocking stopped.

Jiang Ning glanced at him expressionlessly, then at the others, before standing up, gripping his sword hilt with his right hand, the sound of him drawing his sword exceptionally clear.

puff!

With a flash of sword light, the person closest to the sword opened their eyes wide, and a line of blood appeared on their neck.

The man clutched his neck and collapsed.

Jiang Ning remained standing in the same spot, the once snow-white and smooth blade now stained with a smear of blood.

Jiang Ning flicked his sword to dry the blood, looked at the people, raised an eyebrow, and then a smile appeared on his face.

The candlelight inside the room illuminated his young face, and his eyes were also illuminated by the red light, a blood-red and chilling glow.

Everyone was startled by what they saw. They looked at each other, and then rushed forward in the next second.

call out!

A gust of wind blew, and the alluring woman from before attacked with her long whip.

Jiang Ning glanced at it, raised his sword and pointed it. The blade struck the tip of the whip, and with a twist of his wrist, the whip was immediately entangled. He then pulled hard, and the glamorous woman's hand went empty as the whip flew towards Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning gripped the long whip in his left hand and lashed it back at the woman's face, tearing her skin and scraping off a layer of flesh.

Chapter 175: Action

"what!"

A piercing scream came from the woman's mouth.

At this moment, her face was a bloody mess, with a terrifying bloodstain running from the corner of her left eye all the way down her cheek, turning her once charming face into that of a demon.

Jiang Ning lashed out with his whip again, striking her other cheek. Two bloody welts crossed her face, and pieces of flesh flew everywhere, revealing the white bone beneath.

"what!!"

The woman let out a piercing scream.

Jiang Ning acted too quickly; the others didn't even have time to react and watched helplessly as this scene unfolded.

"This kid must be from the Huashan Sect, kill him!"

call out!

A long-haired monk swung his staff at Jiang Ning, who flipped in mid-air and lashed out with his leg, striking the monk's cheek hard, the sound of bones cracking clearly ringing out.

The ascetic was sent flying backwards.

Jiang Ning flicked his wrist, and the long whip shot out like a venomous snake, quickly wrapping around his ankle. Then, with a swing of his arm, he pulled the monk, who had just suffered a heavy blow, back without any ability to resist.

Zheng! Zheng!

Two large swords slashed down, and Jiang Ning swung his left arm, smashing it horizontally towards these people. The sound of swords piercing flesh rang out, accompanied by the monk's screams.

Jiang Ning wrapped the long whip around the monk's feet and swung it left and right. The monk's tall and strong body was like a weapon in his hands, forcing everyone to retreat and making them fight with their hands tied.

The room was not very spacious to begin with, and it would be difficult to make room for multiple opponents, which would be very disadvantageous. However, the situation was reversed when it came to Jiang Ning. He fought without any restraint, while the group of people opposite him were trying to avoid the human weapons in his hands.

Bang!

Jiang Ning swung his arm, and the long whip wrapped around the monk's body, striking to the left.

The attacked crowd retreated in horror, and the monk's body slammed heavily to the ground with a loud thud.

The monk suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Jiang Ning then swung his arm again, dragging him up and sweeping him forward.

The monk's neck slammed into the roof beam in mid-air with a crisp crack.

Everyone else was stunned by Jiang Ning's brutal and violent fighting style.

They had never seen this kind of fighting style before; it was too brutal.

"Ning Yanwang?"

Some people looked at Jiang Ning with suspicion and uncertainty.

So young, and with such violent methods, attacking them on sight—among the Huashan Sect, only Jiang Ning, known as the King of Hell, could be the only one.

The others also woke up as if from a dream, staring at Jiang Ning in horror.

They originally thought that Ning Yanwang's title was just empty boasting, but they didn't expect him to show them such skills as soon as they met.

This person is nothing like a righteous person; their methods are even more demonic than those of the demonic path.

Hearing that someone recognized him, Jiang Ning turned around and glanced at the person.

The person who was seen was startled and instinctively took a few steps back.

Jiang Ning flicked his wrist, and the long whip wrapped around the monk's feet immediately loosened, then lashed out at the group in the next second.