Enemies Encountered Upon Leaving the Temple

Just as Li Wei's hand was about to touch the Nameless Old Monk's clothes, the latter suddenly stomped his feet on the air, and the air seemed to ripple like the surface of a lake where a stone had been thrown in. The Nameless Old Monk's body shot upwards several meters.

"Walking on air? Is that even possible?" Li Wei's understanding of the Nameless Old Monk deepened once again. However, this time, he had absolute confidence in touching the Nameless Old Monk's clothes.

Li Wei flicked his wrist and threw out dozens of thin threads. These were brought to him by the little monk who delivered his meals. Since these threads were used to mend torn clothes, they were not hard to find or contraband.

Li Wei's winning formula this time was these seemingly insignificant ropes.

Within the Sunflower Divine Skill, there is a special martial technique that allows one to infuse internal energy into fine threads. These threads then act like serpents, capable of defending against enemies according to the user's will. Of course, with Li Wei's current level 5 Sunflower Divine Skill, it is almost impossible for him to defeat the Nameless Old Monk using this technique. However, it is not impossible for him to use these threads to slow down the Nameless Old Monk's movements.

These thin threads, like strands of hair, were flung out by Li Wei and infused with internal energy. Almost instantly, they wrapped around one of the Nameless Old Monk's legs. Li Wei pulled on the threads, as if he were trying to pull the Nameless Old Monk down from the air.

"Young benefactor, indeed impressive skills." The Nameless Old Monk remained calm and unhurried, slapping his palm downwards. The air rippled, but this time, it transmitted a powerful internal force.

With a bang, Li Wei felt a powerful force pressing down on him from above. He quickly activated his Sunflower Divine Skill to its maximum and continued pulling the rope.

At the same time, Li Wei lightly touched the ground with both feet, and his body soared towards the Nameless Old Monk like a swallow taking flight.

This time, neither side had any external force to rely on. The Nameless Old Monk understood this, but he used his Dragon Claw Hand to pull up a desk from the ground and place it between himself and Li Wei.

At the same time, with his palms pressed against the desk, driven by his internal energy, the wooden table was now almost as strong as steel.

"If you can break this wooden table, then you may touch this old monk..." the Nameless Old Monk murmured in a voice only he could hear.

Li Wei was naturally unaware of Nameless Old Monk was thinking. At this moment, he had no sword in his hand, so he could only muster all his inner strength and unleash that mysterious fist technique, suddenly throwing out a punch.

With a cracking sound, a gap was blasted open in the hard, iron-like wooden table, and Li Wei's fist inevitably touched the Nameless Old Monk's clothes.

The battle, which seemed complex, actually happened in the blink of an eye. The two fell from the sky, and the wooden table shattered into countless fragments upon landing, scattering all over the ground.

With the clash of the two masters' internal energies, let alone this wooden table, even real steel would be in no good shape.

The Nameless Old Monk clasped his hands together, first chanting a Buddhist prayer, and then said, "Young benefactor, your talent is extraordinary. In just over a month, you have grasped 'that' realm of meaning from the scriptures. Not bad, not bad. You are far superior to me. You took only 40 days, while I took a full 40 years..."

"Divine Monk, you flatter me. Compared to you, I am like the moon to a firefly. I am not worth mentioning at all. If you hadn't held back your full strength, even if I had cultivated for several years, I probably still wouldn't have been able to touch your robes." Li Wei knew his own limitations. With his current skill, he had absolutely no chance of winning against a Grandmaster.

"Hehe, defeat is defeat. From now on, young benefactor, you may leave Shaolin Temple on your own. Our monks will not stop you. Also, according to our previous agreement, I should have taught you a set of ultimate techniques. However, you have already comprehended the Nameless Fist from the scriptures, which can be considered as a gain. Therefore, I will save that ultimate technique for you..."

As soon as the Nameless Old Monk finished speaking, Li Wei cursed inwardly, but he wasn't foolish enough to show it on his face. He simply said that he had already gained a lot and that it was fine not to learn that special skill.

After that, Li Wei walked out of the Sutra Repository without looking back.

He had been eating vegetarian meals here for over a month, and his mouth was practically watering at the thought. He found Duan Yu and Linghu Chong in the temple, and just as the Nameless Old Monk had said, the two were living comfortably in Shaolin Temple. Moreover, after more than a month of training, their martial arts skills had improved considerably.

Linghu Chong's Mount Hua Sword Technique has reached level 10, and his Nine Swords of Dugu is at level 5. Duan Yu's Six Meridian Divine Sword is level 6, and he can already unleash a powerful sword of energy. Against a sect leader, the two of them are capable of fighting.

However, although they, like Li Wei, had made great progress in martial arts, they had quite a few complaints about the food at Shaolin Temple. Duan Yu was one thing, but Linghu Chong was someone who couldn't live without alcohol. In the past, he would drink a whole pot of wine with every meal. Now, after more than a month without a drop of alcohol, he was even more eager to go down the mountain than Li Wei.

So the three of them politely declined the bald monks' continued attempts to persuade them to stay, and hurriedly descended the mountain. They only breathed a sigh of relief after leaving the Shaolin Temple grounds. Now, the mere sight of a bald monk made their stomachs churn.

"Brother Li, Linghu and I have decided to follow you on your adventures in the martial world and help you collect the Book of Heaven. So, where should we go next?" Duan Yu asked.

"Brother Duan, of course we should find a tavern first, have a good drink, eat and drink our fill, then we can get down to business," Linghu Chong said with a carefree attitude, carrying his longsword.

Li Wei thought for a moment and nodded. The three of them headed towards a small town at the foot of Mount Song. Once inside the town, Linghu Chong twitched his nose and pulled the two of them to a restaurant.

Looking at Linghu Chong, who seemed to have a dog's nose, Li Wei and Duan Yu shook their heads. However, since he had managed to leave Shaolin Temple safely and his martial arts had greatly improved, they should have a drink to celebrate.

Upon entering the restaurant, they were greeted by a friendly waiter. The three of them went up to the second floor and found a seat by the window.

"Waiter, bring me a jar of Daughter's Red wine first," Linghu Chong said to the waiter, placing his longsword on the table.

The waiter seemed to be used to seeing chivalrous figures in the martial world, so he wasn't alarmed when he saw the longsword. Instead, he quickly retreated to prepare wine and food.

A moment later, the table was filled with food and wine, and the three of them began to feast.

The three men clinked glasses and chatted amiably.

Just then, Li Wei's ears twitched, and he glanced downstairs. He saw several people dressed as disciples of the Songshan Sect walking up from the first floor, their faces filled with murderous intent, and they went straight to his table.

"Senior brother, look, I think it's him..." A Songshan Sect disciple pointed at Li Wei and whispered to the Mount Song disciple next to him.

The one called "senior brother" took out a portrait, compared it with Li Wei's for a moment, and then nodded repeatedly.

"That's right, all his disciples, listen to my command and take the sword."

With a loud shout, more than a dozen disciples of Mount Song drew their broadswords, the symbol of Mount Song, from behind and swarmed forward, surrounding the table where Li Wei and his companions were sitting.

Li Wei sighed, thinking to himself that he probably wouldn't be able to finish his meal smoothly.

In the Mount Song region, there are two sects: Shaolin Temple, the pinnacle of the martial arts world, and Songshan Sect, the strongest of the Five Sacred Sword Sect Songshan Sect. So it's not surprising to encounter Mount Song disciples here. But why are they specifically targeting me?

Could it be because of the incident at Liu Zhengfeng's Golden Basin Hand-Washing Ceremony?

Sure enough, the Mount Song disciple stared at Li Wei and said, "You must be the thief who massacred my sect's Senior Brother Fei Bin, the Great Songyang Hand, a month ago, right?"

Li Wei thought to himself that the Songshan Sect was truly a persistent ghost. He had never been afraid of them before, so could it be that he was afraid now that his martial Songshan Sect had improved?

With a cold laugh, Li Wei said calmly, "I'm afraid you've misunderstood... I did kill Fei Bin, but I'm not the thief."

Upon hearing the first sentence, the Mount Song disciple's expression improved, but upon hearing the second sentence, his face changed drastically. "You madman, you cannot act so arrogantly at the foot of my Mount Song!"

Having said that, he launched an attack using the martial arts of the Songshan Sect.

Li Wei glanced at Duan Yu and Linghu Chong, and seeing that neither of them intended to make a move, he understood that the two wanted to see how much his skills had improved. So he simply smiled slightly, did not use his weapon, but instead extended a finger and swiftly swept it along the blade of the other's sword, causing the Mount Song disciple's sword to deviate from its intended direction.

With a thud, the Mount Song disciple lost his balance and fell to the ground. He cursed as he got up and attacked again.

"Again?" Li Wei asked calmly, using the same method to knock the Mount Song disciple to the ground once more.

This time, the other party clearly knew that he was no match for the despicable thief in front of him.

"Disciples, listen to my command! Follow me to take this thief's head and avenge Senior Brother Fei Bin!" One-on-one combat won't work, so let's gang up on him. The Mount Song disciples sneered inwardly, thinking to themselves, "Just wait until a dozen swords are slashing you; let's see if you can still be so relaxed then."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a dozen swords came from all directions.

If it were Li Wei from a little over a month ago, he would definitely have gotten up, used his full Sunflower Divine Skill to fight them, and it might have been a long time before a winner was decided.

But now, having had contact and sparred with Feng Qingyang and the Nameless Old Monk, Li Wei's perspective is far beyond what it used to be. He slapped the table, sending out a burst of internal force that shook the bamboo tube holding the chopsticks. Li Wei reached out and grabbed one of the chopsticks in his hand.

"To deal with you, chopsticks are enough." Li Wei flicked his fingers, and the chopsticks made a cracking sound, the sound of internal energy being poured into them.

Without even leaving his chair, Li Wei used a single chopstick to block the combined attack of more than a dozen Mount Song disciples. They couldn't even knock the food off the table. This incredible martial arts skill instilled fear in the Mount Song disciples.

Even more terrifying was that whenever the disciples of Mount Song came into contact with those bamboo chopsticks, they felt as if their swords were about to slip from their hands. Those weren't chopsticks at all; they were practically steel bars.

Finally, the first disciple dropped his sword, followed by the second and the third. After only a dozen or so moves, all the disciples of Mount Song had dropped their broadswords and stood there dumbfounded, staring at each other.

How could his broadsword, weighing over ten kilograms, be knocked away by a chopstick?