Righteous and Wicked Are Hard to Distinguish

The fatty's eyes glinted with malice. "Miss Yue, let's be blunt. My brother and I want some immediate benefits, and that's you, Miss Yue. If you accompany my brother and me for some fun, wouldn't that be better than gold, silver, or martial arts manuals?"

The pockmarked man said sternly, "As the saying goes, a life-saving grace should be repaid with oneself. You should have said this yourself, but since you didn't, we're bringing it up. Is this request unreasonable?"

Yue Lingshan looked at their ugly faces, her head buzzing. She had suffered greatly at the hands of the Demonic Cult's wicked followers, and just as she saw a glimmer of hope, she never expected that the Righteous Path would also have such hypocrites.

At this moment, she was outrageously angry, her face red as she cursed.

"Shameless scoundrels!"

"You claim to be people of the Righteous Path! You have no shame, you're even worse than remnants of the Demonic Cult."

"The pure reputation of the past sages of the Mount Song Sect will be ruined by you..."

The pockmarked man covered his ears. Yue Lingshan cursed for a good quarter of an hour, her throat hoarse, before finally stopping.

He looked at the tattered rags on the ground and said regretfully to the fatty, "Junior brother, I finally understand why you wanted to cover her mouth."

"Miss Yue, as the saying goes, whether you're herding one sheep or two, it's the same. Since you could accompany those wicked followers of the Demonic Cult, what's wrong with accompanying us now?"

As the fatty spoke, he reached out his lecherous hand.

He had always been fond of such matters, almost to the point of addiction. His lifelong ambition was to experience all the beauties of the world. His sole purpose in joining the Mount Song Sect was to better achieve this wish.

This opportunity today was truly rare.

Yue Lingshan angrily said, "Scoundrel, aren't you afraid of my father, Yue Buqun?"

Upon hearing Yue Buqun's name, the pockmarked man was stunned and seemed to calm down. He looked at the fatty, hesitant.

No matter how fallen the Mount Hua Sect was, and no matter how they belittled it in private, it was still one of the Five Great Sword Sects. Besides Shaolin and Wudang, it was a top-tier force in the Righteous Path's martial world. Although Sect Master Yue was humble and courteous, he was also a formidable master.

The fatty sneered and said to Yue Lingshan, "As the saying goes, to die under the peony is to be a romantic ghost."

"If you don't want the Mount Hua Sect to be shamed and your own reputation damaged, feel free to spread the word later."

"Anyway, after we're done, we'll say you were defiled by the Demonic Cult. We brothers saved your life, and you're slandering us? There's no proof, and the Mount Hua Sect leader can't control the disciples of the Mount Song Sect."

After saying the last sentence, the fatty looked at his pockmarked senior brother, a hint of killing intent in his eyes.

He had another idea: after it was over, he would kill Yue Lingshan and frame the Demonic Cult. She was originally abducted here by people from the Demonic Cult, and when their coercion failed, she was killed. This logic was perfectly sound.

The Sun Moon Divine Cult was a natural scapegoat.

If he brought back Yue Lingshan's corpse, the 'Gentleman Sword' might even thank him.

The pockmarked man understood. He wasn't as fervent about women as the fatty, but the idea of toying with a Mount Hua heroine of such status, and even controlling her life and death, gave him, a low-level martial artist, a sense of obsession.

"Scoundrel, don't even think about it! I'd rather die than let you succeed..."

Zhang Yu walked up to the Guanyin Nunnery. He heard voices inside and, after listening for a moment, guessed the situation.

"There aren't many good guys in the Mount Song Sect. A one-on-two situation is a bit risky."

He turned to leave.

Now that he had obtained the Flying Cloud Divine Skill, he needed to cherish his life and cultivate diligently, so that one day he could awe the martial world.

Upholding justice?

That didn't fit the style of people from the Demonic Cult.

But... but I'm still human, after all. I was raised by the Nine Sects.

Listening to Yue Lingshan's angry curses, Zhang Yu finally stopped. He reluctantly turned back; he couldn't be heartless after all.

"The Mount Hua Sect really should give me a 'Good Person of the Martial World' certificate."

Zhang Yu hid outside the door, thought for a moment, and came up with a plan.

He put on his green jade thumb ring and covered his face with a silk cloth, thinking to himself, "Apologies, Hall Master Wu."

A roar erupted from nowhere.

"Hey! How dare you! You're trying to lay your hands on my Flying Cloud Divine Ape Wu Lianjiang's woman!"

The masked man crossed the threshold, took three quick steps, and thrust his sword into the fatty's back as he was undoing his belt. The fatty fell before the altar, blood spreading beneath him.

The fatty, like a frog whose throat had been squeezed, gurgled a few times before losing his breath.

The pockmarked man had already drawn his long sword and held it to Yue Lingshan's neck. He leaned against the altar, looking at the masked man. The nunnery was dim, and the man stood with his back to the light, only his silhouette visible.

The masked man glanced at Yue Lingshan and said in a hoarse voice, "This little lady is a gift I'm offering to the Eastern Cult Master. You dare to covet her? Are you tired of living, like a birthday star eating arsenic?"

The pockmarked man trembled and asked, "You... you're really Wu Lianjiang?"

Yue Lingshan looked at the familiar figure, a strange look in her beautiful eyes. She had already realized that the masked man was not Hall Master Wu Lianjiang, but he was still a cunning little thief from the Demonic Cult.

The masked man laughed to the sky, "The people of the Mount Song Sect are truly forgetful. Has the sword wound on Fei Bin's chest healed so quickly?"

Fei Bin's serious injury was not a glorious part of this great victory. Apart from the disciples of the Mount Song Sect, the people from the other four sects were still unaware.

It seemed the person opposite was indeed Wu Lianjiang.

The pockmarked man's face instantly turned pale, his sword-wielding hand trembling uncontrollably.

The masked man pressed his advantage, "You're still holding your sword, still holding your sword? Do you want to spar with me? Do you think your martial arts can surpass the 'Great Song Yang Hand'?"

The pockmarked man pleaded, "Hall Master Wu, can you spare my life?"

The masked man took two steps forward, completely disregarding his opponent. He let out a cold laugh, "This old man has been eating vegetarian and made a vow in recent years to only kill ten people a day. This fatty was the last spot for today; I didn't want to add any more bloodshed."

"However, you dare to bully the Eastern Cult Master's concubine? If I let you go, I wouldn't be able to explain myself to Blackwood Cliff."

He glanced at the iron sword the pockmarked man had placed at Yue Lingshan's neck.

"This little girl, since she's already lost her purity, naturally has no right to go to Blackwood Cliff and must also be killed. You're threatening me with her? How could you even think of that."

As the saying goes, "When besieging a city, always leave an escape route."

He gave the pockmarked man a sliver of hope for survival.

Upon hearing this, Yue Lingshan glared fiercely at the masked man.

The pockmarked man immediately knelt on the ground, threw away his iron sword, and kowtowed until his head was banging loudly.

"Demonic Cult master, please see clearly, by heaven and earth, by heaven and earth, we haven't touched a single finger of this young lady, we haven't even touched her face. Please show mercy and spare this humble servant."

"Miss Yue, hurry up and speak, is that right? If you don't clarify, we'll all die..."

The pockmarked man turned to beg Yue Lingshan, but his peripheral vision caught a cold glint heading straight for his neck. He didn't have time to react before he felt a chill on his neck, and liquid poured down like a waterfall.

"Idiot!" Yue Lingshan cursed.

The pockmarked man slumped to the ground, his neck sliced open by the Azure Water Sword. The person removed the cloth from his face; a young man of extraordinary handsomeness was smiling at him.

"On the road to the Yellow Springs, apologize to Hall Master Wu for me."

His vision gradually blurred, his consciousness swallowed by a vortex of darkness, falling into an ice cave ten thousand fathoms deep, forever frozen.

"He's dead."

Zhang Yu wiped the blood from his sword. Seeing the young girl still shaken, he spoke to remind her, fearing she might have a breakdown from the fright.

Yue Lingshan squatted on the ground, looking up at Zhang Yu. Her nose tingled, and she felt incredibly wronged, bursting into tears.

"Why are you like a faucet, crying as soon as you see someone, crying as soon as you see someone? Are you planning to flood the Guanyin Nunnery?"

Yue Lingshan choked out, "You little scoundrel, I won't thank you!"