Yang Ge chased the shiny black-clothed old monk as he left in the distance.
Bright Summit was empty, leaving only the white clouds endlessly drifting...
After an unknown period, Tang Xiong, with tattered clothes and disheveled hair, supported his old waist with one hand and carried a bright silver spear in the other. Grunting in pain, he climbed back up to Bright Summit with a fierce and unyielding human head hanging from the spear!
"Eh..."
He looked at the deserted Bright Summit in shock and roared in helpless fury, "Where is everyone? I have slaughtered Yang Potian, where are you all?"
It is often said: it’s like walking in brocade at night if you don’t return to your hometown in wealth!
Having lived a secluded life for decades, an ancient general leading the troops, engaging in an inspiring act like defeating the popular Yang Potian, and yet there are no witnesses?
This is unbearable, who could stand this!
Just as Tang Xiong was about to shout three times in rage, a fiery red Sword Qi soared to Bright Summit and a voice thundered from midair, "Who are you, and why are you here?"
Tang Xiong looked toward the newcomer, about to respond, but then he saw a burly figure, spear and man unified, charging up the rugged mountain path like a streak of smoke, "Where are they? Yang, have you seen the second brother?
Tang Xiong looked left and right, suddenly chuckled, then stood tall and proudly proclaimed, "Hey there, boy, stand firm and listen carefully, I am the pioneer general of Emperor Taizong, who led three campaigns in the Northern Desert, the current Marquis of Xin Nation Tang Xiong, Tang Bohu. Today, I have been ordered to decapitate the conspirator of Ming Sect, Yang Potian, here at Bright Summit, to set an example!"
The two figures in the distance didn’t even glance at Tang Xiong and kept searching the ruins of the Holy Fire Hall for someone.
"Not here!"
"Not here!"
"There are broken bodies here... hmm, too old, not the second brother."
"Damn, come over here and see whose this fifteen pounds belong to?"
"Damn, it’s Wei!"
The two brothers exclaimed in shock and excitement as they dug out a wooden box from the rubble.
Meanwhile, Tang Xiong’s face darkened as much as the bottom of a pot, and he shouted furiously, "You disrespectful brats, I am talking here, can’t you hear?"
"Hey, Yang, that old man has slaughtered Yang Potian. Doesn’t that mean you are about to become the Sect Hierarch?"
"With all that’s happening, you still worry about the Sect Hierarch? Isn’t the Sect Hierarch hanging from that old man’s spear?"
"Right, right, right... old man, where’s the second brother? The imperial court hasn’t plotted against our second brother, has it?"
"You’re giving them too much credit; they can’t plot against Yang Ge..."
Tang Xiong, with a grim expression, hesitated to speak, then finally said with a gruff voice, "Marquis of Luting fought against two, killed a grassland lama and chased an old bald monk heading east with Yang Potian..."
"East? Yang, let’s go!"
"What for? He flies in the air, you run on the ground, he flies for a moment, you’ll chase for hours..."
"So, what should we do?"
"To Luting?"
"Good idea!"
"Let’s go?"
"Let’s go!"
The two exchanged rapid-fire words, and before their voices had even faded, they, clutching a wooden box, brushed past Tang Xiong like a gust of wind and leapt down from Bright Summit.
"Seriously, Yang Ge, you flattened the Ming Sect’s Bright Summit; what do you plan to do about this?"
"I’m familiar, but don’t think I won’t sue you for slander, buddy. This was clearly a personal vendetta between the former Sect Hierarch, Yang Potian, and ’Divine Monarch’ Yang Erlang, and it has nothing to do with our Ming Sect. Not a single copper coin is involved! Neither I, the King, nor the two Envoys of Bright Freedom, have ever approved any plans against Yang Erlang!"
"You big shot..."
The mutterings of the two grew fainter as they disappeared into the howling mountain wind, lifting Tang Xiong’s disheveled gray hair.
He gazed blankly over the empty expanse of Bright Summit, suddenly feeling so cold, truly cold.
It was fine when he arrived, but now, there was no way back...
...
Seven days later, on the streets of Suzhou.
"Roast chicken, traditional Fuli Ji roast chicken..."
The owner of the cooked food shop stood in front of his store, loudly hawking a basketful of golden, glistening roast chickens.
A figure appeared outside the counter: "Boss, I’ll take a roast chicken!"
"Right away, dear customer..."
The shopkeeper’s practiced smile warmed his face as he looked up at the customer, skillfully sorting through the basket with a hook: "Would the sir prefer a larger one or a smaller one, and would you like it cut? The small one comes with our secret five-spice dipping sauce..."
Before he had finished speaking, a flash lit up before his eyes. When he looked up again, he saw emptiness before him. Bewildered, he looked around, then looked down to find a fat chicken missing from his basket and a quail egg-sized silver coin on the counter.
"Well, that’s strange, huh..."
In the distance among the crowd, Yang Ge, seemingly unconcerned, was ripping into the roast chicken, walking and blending with the flow of people.
A few hundred steps later, he suddenly spun and crashed into a fish shop on the side, causing a wave of panic and alarmed cries.
The next second, a sturdy figure wrapped in short linen clothes burst through the fish shop’s tiled roof, recklessly sprinting towards the city outskirts with a brilliant golden sword light in hot pursuit. The sword unleashed several slashes mid-air, shredding the sturdy figure’s clothes to pieces, revealing a glistening body of sinewy muscles...
The fish shop owner, shivering, ducked under a dining table, only to see a silver ingot the size of a chicken egg rolling towards him.
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"Through the ages!"
"Snow travels to the mortal world!"
"Spring thunder strikes fiercely!"
"Scorching gold melts stone!"
"Frost kills a hundred grasses..."
Yang Ge, in hot pursuit of the black-robed old monk, unleashed a ferocious barrage, attacking with intense Sword Qi, wave after wave, smashing down upon the monk.
But the black-robed old monk, sustaining himself solely through the Vajra Invincible Divine Skill, stubbornly fled forward. Yang Ge’s Sword Qi, while furiously slashing at him, not only failed to break his defense but even inadvertently helped him gain distance...