Embroidery

"Who are you..."

"Ji Boying Mount Hua!"

Ji Boying readily admitted his identity.

Yang Lianting's steps were unsteady, and he had no internal strength whatsoever. Yet, even in the face of death, he displayed remarkable courage and fearlessness, befitting his imposing appearance.

"Yes, I think it must be you. You are truly a young hero, daring to venture alone into my Blackwood Cliff."

Blackwood Cliff is naturally not his.

Although Yang Lianting is now feeling somewhat troubled, the rebel forces have been greatly weakened, and he is very confident that he can deal with those who do not submit to him.

Therefore, in this tense atmosphere, he stopped pretending and sat down directly in the Chengde Hall.

Yang Lianting's feelings toward Ji Boying were complex.

This not only helped him achieve his plan, but also easily dealt with Tong Baixiong's stubborn forces.

However, he did not let go of the people he had placed there, which caused him to lose a lot of strength.

The sudden appearance of this young hero in the Mount Hua Sect means that once Yang Lianting consolidates the power of the Sun Moon Sect, he will be the first to target him, as this person is the obstacle to his dominance of the martial arts world.

I never expected that Ji Boying would come on his own initiative, and so quickly!

"Enough with the nonsense, where is Dongfang Bubai?"

Ji Boying coldly questioned him.

"So you really did come to see him."

Yang Lianting looked like he understood, but his tone was also somewhat complicated.

His power was so great that he managed the thousands of disciples of Blackwood Cliff. Although these thousands of people guarded all the passes so tightly that not a single one of them could detect Ji Boying's arrival.

Yang Lianting naturally felt a complex mix of emotions—both complex and envious—about such a young hero and martial arts prodigy.

He was imposing and strong, with a resolute character. His only regret was that he started practicing martial arts too late and was not particularly gifted.

In terms of martial arts, he has mastered six out of seven skills, but is completely ignorant of the other one.

He couldn't help but sigh.

If he possessed the skills of any other leader of the Demonic Cult Sect, even if they were slightly less, his path to power wouldn't have been so difficult. With his methods, he would probably have been the leader of the Demonic Cult Sect long ago.

"You're a smart man, so there's no need to try to fool me with those fake things. In the world today, only Dongfang Bubai is my match."

Yang Lianting ignored the Three-Foot Green Edge, straightened his swaying body, and let the sharp blade cut off a lot of his beard.

"Your talent is too high. In another year or two, I'm afraid no one will be able to rival you. You're still young after all, you shouldn't have come."

"But I'm already here. If you want to dominate the martial arts world, you can't get past me. Now I'm offering myself up to you, giving you this opportunity. You're already at the gambling table, with your entire fortune on the line, but you don't have the right to choose between big and small. If Dongfang Bubai wins, no one in the martial arts world can stop you anymore. If I win, then everything will be over for you!"

Ji Boying said calmly.

His confidence stems from his extraordinary martial arts skills.

Yang Lianting's expression remained unchanged; he was indeed a remarkable person.

Let's go.

Yang Lianting got up and led the way, making a roundabout way until they arrived at a tunnel. He took the key and was about to open the door.

"No need, just show me the way."

Ji Boying stopped him.

Yang Lianting scoffed.

"Hmph, I thought you were some kind of young hero, highly skilled and daring, but I didn't expect you to be so cowardly. You've really lost your prestige and damaged your heroic demeanor."

Ji Boying didn't take Yang Lianting's contempt and sneer to heart at all.

He said calmly, "I've never said I'm a hero. A person only has one life. I don't want to be foolish enough to put my life behind some heroic sentiment, nor do I want to gamble my life with the enemy on some mutual respect or lofty ideals. Wouldn't that be too stupid?"

Ji Boying knew many chivalrous heroes in martial arts novels who disregarded life and death. Their actions might seem foolish, but they were undeniably charming.

He could never do it himself, and perhaps he will never become a true knight-errant in the world of martial arts.

Although he was not afraid that there was anything on Blackwood Cliff that could threaten his life.

But we should always prioritize getting things done.

If the matter is delayed by the hidden weapons in this tunnel, leaving behind the threat of Dongfang Bubai, how can Ji Boying have a clear conscience?

Yang Lianting pointed out the direction, Ji Boying grabbed the burly man and floated lightly into the air.

With a few leaps, he flew a hundred paces away.

"With a major battle imminent, aren't you afraid of depleting your inner energy?"

Yang Lianting considered himself to be quite burly and heavy, and that using his Lightness Skill with him would be quite strenuous.

"Laugh--"

Ji Boying responded with a soft sneer.

Yang Lianting then kept a straight face and let the strong wind whistle past his ears without saying a word.

Wow! A martial arts master! Amazing!

Walking in the sky, one is naturally not limited by the bends of the road.

They went straight ahead and soon leaped from the air to a delicate little garden.

Red plum blossoms and green bamboos, ancient pines and sturdy cypresses.

A beautiful pond with clear blue water, mandarin ducks and white cranes.

The garden is full of roses, their beauty unparalleled.

"Brother Lian, who did you bring with you?"

A rough, hoarse male voice, yet shrill and affected, was utterly nauseating.

"Someone wants to kill me. You used to boast that you were a master of martial arts. Do you think you can handle him?"

"Who dares to harm my brother Lian?"

The doors and windows of the hut were wide open, and a shrill, angry voice rang out.

A man shaved his beard, applied makeup, and wore extremely brightly colored clothes. He was embroidering with delicate fingers.

It's incredibly alluring and eerie.

"The Mount Hua Sect? Is even a rising star here to die?"

Dongfang Bubai's face was gloomy, and his affected, nauseating manner contained a hint of appreciation.

He was extremely intelligent and immediately recognized that Ji Boying a member of the Mount Hua Sect and possessed profound internal strength. Therefore, his presence here must have been due to his courage and skill. His ability to make this journey on Blackwood Cliff was a testament to his heroic spirit and strength as a young man.

Dongfang Bubai narrowed his eyes and said in a shrill voice, "Since I practiced this divine skill and comprehended the mysteries of the creation of heaven and man and the growth of all things, I have long lost interest in the disputes of the martial arts world. I only wish to live in harmony with my brother Lian and enjoy the wonderful meaning of life every day. Whether you are from the Mount Hua Sect or the Shaolin Sect, it has nothing to do with me. It's just that you shouldn't have put your sword to my brother Lian's neck."

"Hurry up and get started, stop being so indecisive!"

Yang Lianting didn't want to listen to Dongfang Bubai nagging Ji Boying, so even with a long sword at his neck, he was not afraid to reprimand Dongfang Bubai.

"Alright, alright, Brother Lian, don't be in a hurry."

Dongfang Bubai, this flamboyant and powerful man, acted like a wronged little wife.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a pink brocade-like blob flashed through the air in the garden.