Milu City Catches Thieves, Mirror

Penglai Immortal Island, White Jade Palace. True Martial Great Emperor spoke, "The two granddaughters from the Qi Dao sect are indeed courageous, possessing more heroic spirit than many men."

Ancestor Lu chuckled upon hearing this, "It's rare for Emperor to praise someone."

"Hong Yun and Hong Lian have indeed benefited from Buddhist karma," True Martial Great Emperor sighed.

Tiger Subduing Arhat and Happy Arhat exchanged knowing glances and smiled.

Chen Renfeng listened silently, his expression unchanged. Why do this Great Luo Golden Immortal's perspectives differ so much from mine? When will I be moved to tears and form a Golden Core? So frustrating!

The scene in the water mirror grew increasingly intense.

Su Jiangcheng shouted and rushed over from the direction of Alu Restaurant, followed by Su Dingfeng. Dressed in fine silk robes, they arrived in a few leaps and bounds.

Hong Yun hurriedly said, "Young sirs, the thieves have stolen the Golden Buddha's head! Quickly apprehend them."

Su Dingfeng's mind buzzed upon hearing this. The Golden Buddha I escorted thousands of miles has been stolen, and it was made by my master himself! Today, I will stop these thieves even if it costs me my life.

Su Dingfeng roared, "Scoundrel, you court death!"

Su Dingfeng instantly drew his sword from his back and employed the Flying Goose Treading on Snow Mud lightness skill. With a move called "Neither Wind Nor Rain Nor Shine," a rain of swords enveloped Chang He. Young Master Su Six unleashed his strongest killing move right from the start.

Chang He only saw starlight before his eyes, his opponent's sword exuding a chilling aura. He was greatly alarmed. Observing their movements, they didn't seem to belong to any martial arts sect from the Southern Expedition Country, nor did this attack resemble the Dian Cang sword style. Could it be...?

In a flash, Chang He had no time to think. He used "Myriad Flowers Blooming" from the Eighteen Forms of Dian Cang Sect's Cang Lang Peak, inspired by the Myriad Flowers Stream on Cang Lang Peak, where flowers bloomed profusely from the meadows all the way to Erhai Lake, adopting a defensive stance.

Su Dingfeng's strikes—chop, stab, flick, and brush—were swift, accurate, and aimed at vital pressure points. Chang He defended continuously, but Su Dingfeng's internal energy was profound. With every clash of their swords, Chang He's tiger mouth ached, forcing him to retreat as he defended.

Su Jiangcheng was not to be outdone. Employing the Flying Goose Treading on Snow Mud lightness skill, he closed in on Chang Hu, using close-quarters grappling techniques and unleashing his renowned move, "South Flying Swallow North Returning Goose."

First, his left hand formed an eagle's claw, aiming for the opponent's throat. As the opponent reached out to block, his right hand's eagle claw seized the opponent's wrist at the Shenmen acupoint. His left hand's eagle claw then clasped the elbow joint at the Shao Hai acupoint. Finally, he lunged forward with a bow stance, his left foot kicking the Yang Ming acupoint behind the knee. The principle was to defeat the opponent in a single move.

Chang Hu was initially careless. By the time his left elbow joint was seized, he was greatly alarmed. If this grip were fatal, his arm would be ruined.

In desperation, Chang Hu unleashed a move from the Sixteen Forms of Dian Cang Sect's Wutai Peak, "Five Platform Full Moon."

His sword chopped down from above, intending to sever both of the opponent's arms. This move was both vicious and ruthless.

Su Jiangcheng feinted with his foot, moving backward and loosening his grip. Chang Hu seized the opportunity to break free, creating a distance of about ten feet. However, as he broke free from the left elbow grip, his clothes were torn by the eagle claws, leaving five bloody marks from which blood flowed.

After just one round, Chang Hu had lost thirty percent of his full power.

Hong Yun and Hong Lian watched from the side, realizing at that moment that the martial arts of these two thieves were far superior to their own. They had likely been toying with them earlier.

Hong Yun thought to herself, Fortunately, Su Jiangcheng and Su Dingfeng came to our aid. Otherwise, we would have suffered greatly.

Although Su Jiangcheng's move didn't succeed, he had severely wounded his opponent. As the saying goes, "Strike while the iron is hot," he gave his opponent no chance to breathe. His Flying Goose Treading on Snow Mud lightness skill, unmatched in the Jiangnan martial arts world, allowed him to flash to Chang Hu's right side.

Su Jiangcheng launched a swift attack, "Dark Clouds Drag Rain Over West Tower," grabbing the back of the neck with his left hand and the wrist with his right.

Chang Hu lowered his head and sidestepped, his sword thrusting back towards his lower abdomen.

Su Jiangcheng didn't retreat. Twisting his waist, he dodged the attack. Simultaneously, his left hand transformed from a claw to a palm, striking Chang Hu's left shoulder squarely. His right hand followed, encircling Chang Hu's right arm and disarming him of his sword. He then kicked him in the buttocks.

Chang Hu fell like a broken kite before Hong Yun and Hong Lian. Two soft swords were instantly placed at his neck, exuding an icy chill.

Meanwhile, Chang He was also being forced into a desperate situation by Su Dingfeng's swift swordplay, sustaining several cuts, though fortunately none to his bones.

Chang He looked at Chang Hu being captured in just two rounds and felt a surge of fear. If these two joined forces, he suspected he would be taken down in three or four moves.

Chang He roared, "Young heroes, stop! Let's talk!" Su Dingfeng paused his attack upon hearing this. Chang He seized the opportunity to create distance between them and cupped his fists, saying, "Two young heroes, you are not from the martial arts world of the Southern Expedition Country, are you?"

"Enough talk. Hand over the Buddha's head, and we'll spare your life," Su Dingfeng replied curtly.

Chang He chuckled and retorted, "Easy to say. The martial arts of the Southern Heavens originate from my Dian Cang Sect. You two young heroes should inquire about the Dian Cang Sect's practices. Don't ruin things over the beauty of two girls."

"Haha, the martial arts of the Southern Heavens originate from Dian Cang? What arrogance! Do you want the Buddha's head or your life?" Su Jiangcheng retorted with a laugh.

Chang He pondered for a moment before speaking, "It seems you two are from the Central Plains martial arts world. My Dian Cang Sect does not wish to make enemies of you. Release my junior brother, and we will give you the Buddha's head."

Hong Yun, holding her sword to Chang Hu's neck, escorted him towards Chang He. They stopped about thirty feet apart.

Hong Yun said, "Bring the Buddha's head here first."

Chang He exerted force on his hand, sending the Buddha's head flying towards Hong Yun's face. Simultaneously, he used the Dian Cang Sect's lightness skill, 'White Cloud Jade Belt Float,' and in a breath, he was in front of Hong Yun. He didn't grab Chang Hu but instead seized the bundle containing the flying Buddha's head.

Hong Yun was startled. She lunged forward with her sword. Chang He kicked out with both feet; one foot struck his junior brother's abdomen, sending him towards Su Jiangcheng, while the other kicked the flat of Hong Yun's soft sword. Using the rebound force, he leaped off the rooftop.

He landed precisely on Hong Lian's tall horse, clamping his legs and galloping out dozens of yards. The situation changed too quickly for the cavalry to react.

Su Dingfeng also leaped onto the street, seizing a soldier's horse and giving chase.

Chang He rode his horse at full speed. The city gates were already closed. He reached the city wall and rode his horse up the steps, ascending the wall. The guards surrounded him.

Chang He was a ruthless character who didn't shy away from killing. He cut down a soldier blocking his path with a single sword stroke and galloped east along the city wall.

With the Buddha's head strapped to his back, Chang He tore a strip of brocade from his robe to blindfold the horse. With his right hand, he struck the horse's hindquarters three times with the flat of his sword.

The horse, driven mad, ran faster than it had on the streets. About ten feet from the edge of the city wall, Chang He pulled the reins, and the red horse leaped into the air, clearing the wall. Its hind hooves kicked off the wall's edge, sending it flying a full twenty feet.

The city wall was built on a hillside, making the total height, including the slope, about eighty feet.

In mid-air, Chang He suddenly leaped up on the horse's back. About twenty feet above the ground, he stomped on the horse's head, using his internal energy to shatter its brain. With a bang, the red horse fell to the ground.

The poor steed, a fine horse, died with its bones broken, unable to utter a whinny.

Chang He landed steadily on the ground. He glanced back at Su Dingfeng, who was approaching on horseback atop the city wall. With a flash, he disappeared into the forest.

Su Dingfeng, anxious, urged his mount to leap down as well, but no matter how much he whipped it, the horse refused to obey and became agitated, trying to throw him off.

He could only order the soldiers on the city wall to open the gate and pursue.

The soldiers couldn't distinguish between official and thief, and they all raised their spears, surrounding him.

Even with ten thousand tricks up his sleeve, Su Dingfeng couldn't use any of them, his face flushing red with anger.

A moment later, Su Jiangcheng, Hong Yun, and Hong Lian arrived with their guards.

"Thief, where do you think you're running?" they shouted, opening the city gate and heading towards where he fell from his horse.