Time flies.

Several days have passed in the blink of an eye.

The Prince of Nan's mansion, the mastermind of the rebellion, was razed to the ground.

Iron-Blooded Marquis plotted a rebellion and fled. Anyone who captured him alive would be rewarded with the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households. The Dragon Guard Manor was incorporated into the Western Depot and placed under its management. The four secret agents of Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow have disappeared without a trace.

Ye Gucheng was suspected of treason and attacked Emperor Ming, and was executed on the spot.

An honest monk was dishonest and participated in a rebellion. His temple was razed to the ground, and whoever captured him alive was rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold.

A series of explosive news reports have thrown the martial arts world of Mingzhou into turmoil.

At the foot of Mount Hua.

A horse-drawn carriage moved slowly along.

Yue Lingshan held onto Murong Fu's arm and hesitated, saying, "Husband, I'm a little nervous."

Murong Fu chuckled and gently pinched her nose. "You're going to see your parents, not mine. Why are you so nervous?"

"But……"

Yue Lingshan hesitated before touching her flat stomach.

She's pregnant. She suddenly started experiencing pregnancy symptoms these past two days, and only then did she realize it. A pulse check confirmed it was a positive pregnancy pulse.

Murong Fu gently rubbed her lower abdomen and said affectionately, "Your parents are going to be grandparents. They are overjoyed."

"Um!"

Yue Lingshan nodded obediently.

At the mountain gate.

Yue Lingshan woke up the dozing mountain-guarding disciple: "Sixth Senior Brother, you're slacking off again. If my father finds out, he'll definitely punish you."

"It's Junior Sister, you're back." Lu Da woke up with a start, looking around in alarm before calming down.

Seeing Yue Lingshan clinging to Murong Fu's arm, Lu Dayou blinked in surprise and asked, "Who is this?"

Yue Lingshan said sweetly, "This is my husband, Murong Fu."

"Your husband?"

Lu Dayou was stunned.

"I'm not talking to you anymore. My parents are home, right? I'm going back to see them."

With that, Yue Lingshan took Murong Fu's hand and happily went up the mountain.

Murong Fu turned his head and gave Lu Dayou a very polite smile.

Lu Dayou was stunned. His junior sister had a husband? What about his senior brother?

"Wait! Junior Sister..."

Lu Dayou tried to call out to his junior sister, but Yue Lingshan and Murong Fu had already disappeared.

"Never mind, with Master and Mistress here, there shouldn't be any problems," Lu Dayou muttered to himself.

Huashan School.

Zhengqi Hall.

People from the Sword Sect arrived, eyeing them menacingly.

"Senior Brother Yue, if I defeat you today, I will take the position of sect leader!"

“Uncle-Master Feng, there’s no need for my master. I can take on the challenge myself.”

Linghu Chong stepped forward.

Feng Buping's gaze was cold and disdainful as he said, "You? A mere junior."

Cheng Buyou also said, "Yue Buqun, if you dare not accept the challenge, then send out a junior to make a fool of himself?"

The Sword Sect members all wore mocking expressions.

Qi Zong and the others looked indignant.

"How dare you look down on Senior Brother! The Sword Sect is going too far!"

"Senior Brother, cut him down!"

"..."

Yue Buqun remained calm and composed, stroking his long beard. A few broken whiskers appeared in his hand, and he frowned slightly, but he showed no emotion whatsoever.

Ning Zhongze noticed these details carefully and couldn't help but feel worried. Recently, Yue Buqun had kept his distance from her and had no desire for sex. She also thought of the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique that was widely known in the martial arts world...

Yue Buqun lowered his voice, but it still sounded somewhat sharp: "Chong'er, Feng Buping is your martial uncle, go easy on him, understand?"

"yes!"

Upon hearing this, Linghu Chong was delighted, drew his sword, stepped forward, and performed a sword flourish.

Feng Buping frowned deeply. Since this boy dared to accept the challenge, he must be no simple man.

"Very well, then let me teach you, junior, how to respect your teacher!"

Feng Buping said coldly, stepping forward and lowering his pressure to the Innate Realm level, "I will not deceive you based on my realm, but will spar with you using the Innate Realm level."

Linghu Chong shrugged. "Actually, Uncle Feng, you don't need to be like this. I'm fine."

"Stop talking nonsense! You make the first move!"

Feng Buping drew his sword and pointed it at him.

"Well... I'm sorry to offend you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Linghu acted impulsively and thrust his sword straight at him.

The sword strike was so ordinary that Feng Buping couldn't even muster any interest.

But when he tried to raise his hand to block, he found the sword already pressed against his neck.

"Uncle-Master Feng, I apologize for the inconvenience."

Linghu Chong smiled faintly and clasped his hands in greeting.

"Impossible! How could this be!"

Feng Buping suddenly thrust his sword at Linghu Chong.

"not good!"

"mean!"

"They'd already lost, yet they still resorted to a sneak attack!"

Qi Zong and the others were startled.

However, Linghu Chong remained calm and composed. With a move called "Looking Back at the Moon," he struck Feng Buping's sword hilt with his own, knocking the sword away.

"I've lost..."

The longsword had already slipped from his hand, but he still couldn't believe it. How could this be?!

Linghu Chong's sword was too fast, so fast that he couldn't parry it unless he used his Grandmaster level cultivation to forcefully suppress him with his internal energy.

But if that's the case, how can he call himself a member of the Sword Sect?

If a disciple of the Sword Sect cannot match swordsmanship, he will suppress others with internal force.

If word gets out, it will probably make people in the martial arts world laugh their heads off.

Cheng Buyou immediately stepped forward, patted Feng Buping on the shoulder, and comforted him, "Senior Brother Feng, you don't need to blame yourself. It's not your fault. Linghu Chong wasn't using the Huashan Sword Technique. If I'm not mistaken, he was using the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique!"

"The Evil-Repelling Sword Technique?!"

Everyone was taken aback.

To practice this skill, one must first castrate oneself.

Because the sword manual was widely circulated, and many of them had even read it, they simply lacked the perseverance to practice it.

Yue Buqun's hand trembled, and he unknowingly plucked out a few more whiskers.

Behind the crowd, Lin Pingzhi clenched his fist. That was his family's sword technique! It should have been unique to him, but it had spread throughout the martial arts world.

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