What Style Is the Demonic Sect?

"It wasn't until we reached the vicinity of Hengyang City and entered Uncle-Master Liu's territory, where his forces gradually increased, that we felt a little more at ease. I finally had some leisure time to linger in the mountains and forests for a while to enjoy the scenery, and that's when I ran into Junior Sister Yilin again."

Ji Boying's voice was not very loud, but it made the three of them very careful.

If the Mount Hua Sect is struggling to deal with such a formidable enemy lurking in the shadows, then either the Hengshan Sect or the Mount Tai Sect would likely suffer heavy losses if they were to clash.

It was precisely because of Ji Boying's explanation that the three of them temporarily overlooked the fact that Ji Boying alone could deal with these powerful enemies.

But regardless of whether Ji Boying is excluded or not, such an enemy deserves to be dealt with seriously by their sect.

"To covet other people's kung fu and do it so furtively, I think they must be traitors from the Demonic Cult."

Abbess Dingyi slammed her hand on the table, her anger palpable.

Daoist Tiansong's emotions were originally quite stable, but as soon as he heard Abbess Dingyi mention the words "traitors of the Demonic Cult Sect," he instantly became furious.

"It seems this must have been done by the Sun Moon Demonic Sect. In terms of strength, the Sun Moon Demonic Sect is indeed capable of producing such thieves. Their sneaky behavior and unjust acts are consistent with the Sun Moon Demonic Sect's identity; there isn't a single good person in the Sun Moon Demonic Sect!"

It was clear that the atmosphere was about to become lively under their leadership.

Ji Boying was about to speak again to steer the conversation.

But then they all heard a long sigh coming from that corner.

"Whether the Sun Moon Sect has any good people is debatable, but this matter is probably not their fault..."

Upon hearing this, Dingyi and Tiansong Tianbai both began to suppress their anger.

They cannot stand hearing others speak well of the Sun Moon Demonic Sect.

The members of the Demonic Cult never refer to themselves as the Demonic Cult.

All three of them turned their gazes toward that corner.

I saw a rather thin but vigorous old man and a bright and intelligent young girl.

The one who spoke just now was naturally the old man.

"Your Excellency must speak well of the Sun Moon Demonic Sect..."

Daoist Tiansong was about to draw his sword and jump out, but it was the hot-tempered Abbess Dingyi who held back, restrained Daoist Tiansong, and questioned him while suppressing her anger.

They just watched the little girl sitting on the stool, shaking her head and being lively and cute, without paying any attention to her.

The old man, however, had a bitter expression on his face.

"No, no, it's not about saying nice things. It's just that the style of doing this kind of thing is naturally not the style of the Sun Moon Sect. People in the martial arts world have always called the Sun Moon Sect Demonic Cult. The distinction between justice and evil seems to equate one Demonic Cult with the entire underworld, naturally because the Demonic Cult sect has many people, many tricks, and a huge power."

"You are all renowned figures in the martial arts world, with rich experience in the Jianghu. Consider this: if Yu Canghai alone is leading the Qingcheng Sect's Qing Dynasty, how could the Sun Moon Sect not bring some of its subordinates...?"

These words prompted a moment of deep thought from Abbess Dingyi and the others.

"Indeed, the Sun Moon Demonic Sect has always relied on its large numbers to bully the weak and act arrogantly and recklessly. If they wanted to deal with Lin Zhennan, they would not just send a few experts in such a simple and sneaky way. I'm afraid that some of their despicable and shameless underlings would have already gone to make things difficult for him in a big and open manner."

Ji Boying chuckled inwardly as he listened.

Abbess Dingyi is truly stubborn. Even if she admits that the Demonic Cult Sect didn't do it, don't expect to hear a single good word from her.

"That's what my master said too."

Ji Boying spoke softly from the side, exchanged a glance with Qu Yang, but did not exchange any further words.

Qu Yang listened to Abbess Dingyi's words, his expression a mixture of joy and worry. He sighed, "This young master Ji from the Mount Hua Sect, though he has only been practicing for a short time, has already mastered enough skills to roam the martial world. Even if he lacks experience and cannot discern the styles of others' martial arts, his internal strength and skills are enough to imitate the style of his enemies. A renowned martial arts master could easily identify him."

After saying that, he went back to drinking alone.

"Offend!"

The three elders clasped their hands in greeting to Qu Yang, apologized, and sat down again.

"What did Senior Brother Yue say? Have you figured out the martial arts style of these people?"

Ji Boying looked troubled, as if recalling some unpleasant experience.

He sighed without saying a word, which really piqued the interest of the three of them, who were all itching to know what was going on.

"Oh dear, why are you sighing all of a sudden? Just tell me. Don't be so wishy-washy."

Abbess Dingyi urged her on.

Ji Boying pretended to be aggrieved.

"Because of this incident, this is the first time in all the half a year I've been up the mountain that I've been reprimanded by my master..."

Abbess Dingyi and Daoist Tiansong were both speechless.

Who would have thought that such a master of martial arts would suffer such humiliation because of a reprimand from his master? The contrast is just too great.

They were all short-tempered, and when they taught their disciples, there were bound to be stupid and clumsy ones. Even the smart ones would get scolded, let alone the stupid and clumsy ones.

Ji Boying, with his exceptional martial arts skills, was still scolded and reprimanded after only two reprimands, which was quite a humiliation.

But just looking at Ji Boying's superb acting skills and slightly immature face, and how sincerely he portrayed the grievance, I could understand it in my heart.

Because he was secretly thinking that he was just a kid. He had only been a disciple of Sect Leader Yue for half a year, but his skills were already on track to become the best in the world.

Such a precious treasure, let alone Sect Leader Yue, they would all cherish it like a precious gem, and would never dare to scold it even once.

If you train a disciple like this, he will be able to swagger across the grave and ask the patriarch to massage his feet.

With Abbess Dingyi and the others thinking this way, their trust in Ji Boying's words naturally increased even more.

"I imitated those people's palm techniques and sword moves for my master to see. After seeing them, my master said that they were not from the Demonic Cult Sect. I asked why, and my master said that the members of the Demonic Cult Sect were mixed up, unlike our prestigious sects with orderly lineage. These four first-class masters have such similar martial arts skills, so they must have been trained by the same master. I have never heard of the Sun Moon Demonic Sect having such a fondness for teaching others."

Daoist Tiansong nodded repeatedly.

"Junior Brother Yue is right. There might be some low-level henchmen who practice similar skills, but once they reach the level of a top-notch martial artist, their skills are their means of survival. They would never casually show their most treasured skills to others."

Ji Boying listened, but deliberately pretended to be somewhat indignant.

When they talk, it's all very casual and conversational.

"What you said, Uncle-Master, is not right. I think those people are a big Demonic Cult. I was scolded by Master for no reason!"