After Nan Ronghong finished speaking, no one dared to move for a moment.
Suspicion, hesitation, and restlessness spread among the crowd like hot oil dropped into a pot of boiling water.
Yun Xian whispered, "Why is Ji Shang still lying there?"
Xue Lingxiu still didn't understand: "No, so why did she do that? Was it really just a matter of convenience? Did she get so angry that she killed someone because of those words?"
"Brother Xue, don't think about it." Yun Xian said with difficulty: "Actually, although Aunt Ji is not easy to talk to, her behavior is very organized. She just, maybe, sometimes doesn't think too much..."
Yun Xian thought to himself, as a medical practitioner, Fellow Daoist Xue's mental state has always been a representative of a healthy person. Now that he has been subjected to three waves of bombardment in a row, his outlook on life has been severely impacted. It seems that his brain is temporarily not enough.
Qi Zhiye frowned slightly and said, "Why is Ji Shang willing to give all his power to Nan Ronghong? Is this good for Nan Ronghong? Is it good for her at all? What does she gain?"
To be able to achieve this, he must have signed the "contract" that Jimo Shu once mentioned.
Feng Ye said as a matter of course: "We got Qiu Mo's body."
Everyone: “…”
Feng Ye was looked at with strange eyes, and he quickly said, "I was thinking along her lines. What she has always loved is the image of Qiu Mo that she imagined. Now that she has taken over Qiu Mo's body and become one, Qiu Mo will never say anything she doesn't like to hear again. Isn't this a benefit?"
Yun Xian didn't comment on this and asked, "Miss, what do you think?"
Ji Rongxue said: "...It's something she would do."
Officially certified by the eldest lady, Feng Ye might have a point. But for Ji Shang, only the results mattered; speculating on motives was unnecessary. Her motives were nearly impossible for ordinary people to guess. Those who could guess them were probably already in a bad state.
"The important thing is." Qi Zhiye's golden eyes looked at Nan Ronghong's bloody figure in the distance, his brows furrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "Now, how should this matter end?"
"Qiu Mo's spiritual consciousness has completely dissipated."
Nan Ronghong stood on the ruins of the Body Forging Sect's main hall. The wind, rain, thunder, and lightning behind her finally calmed down. Perhaps, rather than calm, it felt more like a dead silence.
She spent nearly thirty years working hard and finally achieved all her goals and won a great victory.
Nan Qingxiao and Elder Yang, the men who had ruined her future, were dead. Her parents, who had played dumb and stood by, reaped the fruits of their own suffering, ultimately finding nothing. With their forces decimated, their prosperous sect had been reduced step by step to a powerless vassal who could only curry favor with their superiors. Qiu Mo, the man who had dragged her into this quagmire, was also dead, grievously wounded and tortured, his death a blatant joke. His obsession remained, and even after death, he would be mocked and pointed at. Three of the ten elders had been killed, and the fate of the remaining depended on her. The thirty-second steward was trembling with fear, afraid to raise his head.
Yun Xian suddenly wondered if the unprecedented number of guests from all over the world being invited to the funeral banquet was also secretly instructed by Nan Ronghong.
She wanted everyone to see this and take it as a warning. No matter she was dead or alive, it would be best if the mention of her name made people's spines shiver and their hairs stand on end!
Nan Ronghong understood all too well. Reasoning was useless to these people. Only fear was the most effective medicine.
The Wangchen Sect was completely destroyed by her, but the Jianti Sect still had a breath left. Now, she said that she wanted to pass this breath on to others.
Even with a major reshuffle of the upper echelons, the inner and outer disciples were still an extremely sharp and invincible army. Although it was unknown how she had broken the restrictions on the Sect Leader's Seal, this was an opportunity that no one present could miss!
Furthermore, whether Nan Ronghong's revenge was just or unjust, tit-for-tat or excessive, now that the dust has settled, none of this matters anymore. What matters is that she did unite with the demon-possessed, and she did indeed harness such power! Demons are the public enemy of the four realms, and she has placed herself on the other side of the fence.
Qiao Lingshan said solemnly, "They all seem to want to try it."
Yun Xian whispered, "It's just that normally you wouldn't lose any flesh if you tried it, but if you try it this time, you might actually lose an arm or a leg."
Beside the ruins, Qiu Dan had completely lost her fighting spirit, her face pale. Qiu Zhuo's joy was followed by a bolt from the blue. Now, hearing Nan Ronghong's words, he said in disbelief, "Mom, how could you do this..."
Nan Ronghong said, "I can."
Qiu Zhuo roared uncontrollably, "Why would you rather give the position of Sect Leader to someone else than to me?!"
Nan Ronghong looked at him as if he were a weak lion and said coldly, "If you want it, come and get it. If you don't have the ability, shut up!"
The disciples of the Body Strengthening Sect were in an uproar. Tiedan stood at the front, his face remaining unmoved, as if none of the matter concerned him.
"Brother He," someone asked anxiously, "What should we do now?"
Are they really going to follow someone they don't know the whole story of?! If that's the case, then it doesn't matter if he's the Sect Leader or not. They only believe in Ji Rongxue, and no one else will do! However, their belief isn't enough to allow Ji Rongxue to ascend to a high position. Without the Sect Leader's Seal, how can they control the elders, stewards, and all the affiliated sects, big and small?
Tiedan still looked at Ji Rongxue and said, "Wait."
Finally, the first person to try the crab came out slowly from the crowd. He was white-faced and beardless, and didn't look particularly good, but his hands stuck out beautifully. He said in a deep voice, "Madam Nan, I'm sorry to show off my ugliness!"
Yun Xian couldn't tell what sect this was, so he asked Xue Lingxiu, "Brother Xue, what kind of technique is this?"
Xue Lingxiu was still reminiscing when Qi Zhiye said beside her, "He's just a piece of trash. Don't even think about it."
“…” That’s right. The first person to come out in such an occasion is not necessarily an unlucky person, but he will definitely not gain any benefits. He is more like a pathfinder.
Nan Ronghong stood still, smiled lightly, and started to move forward.
"Come!"
It was raining heavily, and in a blink of an eye, the sky was covered with snow. Everyone's eyes were focused on this simple and dilapidated temporary arena, and they couldn't wait to analyze Nan Ronghong's moves one by one.
Although Xue Lingxiu knew a lot, his current visit to the Northern Realm focused more on physical training, and he wasn't particularly familiar with the Forget Dust Palm technique. He only felt that Nan Ronghong's movements were erratic and unpredictable, but each time she struck, her palms struck flesh, with a dull thud echoing in her ears.
Even though she was a little awkward and stagnant at first, she gradually became more and more fluent and adept. It was as if she had instantly bridged the gap of thirty years. She only needed to step onto the ring again, and the martial arts fanatic of yesteryear would reappear, piercing through the layers of masks and revealing the rare truth beneath: "Come again!!"
"Her palm technique is roughly similar to Wangchen's, but also different." Xue Lingxiu said, "Even Nan Qingxiao has never had such power."
Yun Xian was watching intently when she noticed Su Chi open his eyes. She said, "Big Brother, what's wrong with you? You're really worrying me."
Su Chi said, "I'm fine."
Yun Xian: "Are you 'fine', or do you 'don't know why you're in trouble'?"
"..." Su Chi was silent for a while, and then he said, "The latter."
But before Yun Xian could ask further, he said, "Thrust Palm, Eight-Character Palm, Upward Palm. These palm techniques are derived from the Forgotten Dust Palm, but they are different. When she fights with others, she will dismantle their moves and modify them. You have to learn—watch carefully."
Yun Xian was so busy looking at the snow on his eyelashes that he quickly turned around and saw that the unlucky guy was slapped out of the ring by Nan Ronghong. He vomited blood instantly, and the blood dyed the white snow red.
Su Chi said, "Did you see that? That palm strike just now."
Yun Xian's answer was irrelevant: "I saw it. It was amazing. It flew very high."
Qiao Lingshan couldn't stand it any longer: "Yun Xian, be serious. Why are you staring at Senior Brother Su's face? He doesn't have any palm techniques on his face!"
Su Chi: “…”
Xue Lingxiu: "Ahem!"
Yun Xian groaned bitterly. She wasn't looking at the face! She wasn't looking at the face! "Big Brother, why are your ears red? This is a misunderstanding!"
One goes down, and another comes up.
Nan Ronghong naturally accepted everyone who came to him. With a stern look on his face, he attacked again with a heavy move. The palm print changed and landed directly on the man's chest.
Yun Xian's brow furrowed as he watched. Nan Ronghong's fighting style was completely unsuitable for a relentless battle. Or rather, she hadn't considered a strategy at all. Regardless of her opponent's strength, their techniques, how many had passed her and how many more were coming, once she stepped in, she would go all out, leaving no room for maneuver, her ferocious nature revealed!
Palm for palm, injury for injury.
But this is not a martial arts arena where you can just fight for a while, and the person in front of you is not a like-minded opponent who can exchange martial arts skills.
Even if she was victorious in every battle, a single wound from one person would leave her covered in bruises. On her short coat, it was impossible to tell whose blood it was. The old blood had barely dried when new splashed across it. Nan Ronghong's chest heaved, but her movements remained undeterred.
Qi Zhiye asked, "She really won't leave herself any way out?"
A way out, a way out. Where was the way out? If she had wanted to escape earlier, she could have, regardless of her fate. But she didn't want to escape. Staying here, every moment longer, would only increase the danger.
These people, who are not friends of martial arts, are capable of anything. Even...
"Madam Nan!" Seeing everyone retreating, someone in the crowd shouted angrily, "No matter what happened to you, you colluded with the demons and killed people like crazy. This is an indisputable fact!"
"Who knows what conspiracy you have up your sleeve when you embezzle the Sect Leader's Seal?!"
"With such a vicious heart and a thousand calculations, how can anyone believe what you said?"
"Capture her! Find out about the demon! This is for the people!"
Yun Xian glanced over and saw the old man hiding in the crowd who was speaking with certainty. Before the funeral banquet, he knew nothing about the word "demon", but now he was on his lips all the time, as if he was the embodiment of justice. It looked really funny.
When they realize they may not win, they want to overturn the table and quit. When they can't win alone, they think of ganging up on others, but they are too embarrassed to do so and now they want to use a big banner to cover up their shame. In fact, they are all vicious.
Nan Ronghong slapped the man he was fighting with and sent him flying three feet away. How could he not know what these people meant?
But she didn't want to explain. Nor did she need to! No matter how people pointed at her and scolded her, she would just say this: "Then come on!!"
Amidst the bloody rain, she thought. If everything could be resolved with force alone, perhaps she wouldn't have to do this. At least, this is the last time, so come on. Come on!! No matter what you're thinking, no matter what you're planning. Let's fight!!!
Finally, Qiu Zhuo made his move. Veins bulged as he activated his skills and charged towards Nan Ronghong.
Nan Ronghong caught his palm and looked straight into his bloodshot eyes.
"Everything was fine... nothing happened!" Qiu Zhuo screamed, "You ruined everything, didn't you even consider me?! You're happy, but have you ever thought about how I'm going to hold my head up in the future?!"
He's endured it for thirty years, so he should continue to endure it! Why destroy all of this?! Who does he owe it to?!
Nan Ronghong saw hatred in those eyes.
"Kill me if you want! Kill me! You killed my father and the elders, isn't that enough?! What else do you want? What the hell does this have to do with me!!" Qiu Zhuo said hatefully, "You volunteered to raise me, you volunteered to teach me, did I beg you?! Was it me who tied you up? Do you blame me? Ah?!"
Every move was fierce and there was no mercy.
In Qiu Zhuo's view, Nan Ronghong was the first to break off ties with him. Now, he was simply acting in the interests of justice—he was simply trying to reclaim what was his.
Before Nan Ronghong opened her mouth, a sharp and fishy wind blew from behind her!
The claws, sharp as blades, left a dangerous wound on her side, and blood immediately gushed out. Nan Ronghong suddenly turned sideways, and amidst the teeth-grinding sound of metal clashing, Qiu Dan's grim face appeared before her.
"You humiliated me in front of... everyone." Qiu Dan gritted his teeth, his face twisted, and his rage threatened to burst out. "Have you ever thought of leaving me a way out? You're in pain, and you want everyone to be buried with you? Why are you playing with my future... with my future... Tell me, tell me!! I'm Qiu Mo's son, your biological son!! Hurry up and tell me!!!"
On the brink of collapse, this absurd scene was terrifying. But once there was a first move, there would be a second. The audience, already eager to make a move, exchanged glances and tried to climb up.
Jiang Fengtian threw the wine gourd heavily to the ground, and the wine spilled.
Jiang Lancui said in confusion: "Fuck, Dad...what...is going on..."
Nan Ronghong almost laughed out loud.
She asked herself honestly, she had never treated these two people unfairly. Why didn't she give him anything? Wasn't what she gave enough?! Not enough, not enough. What would be enough?! Only then would they be satisfied, only then would they have room to maneuver and not turn on each other! What a joke!
But she said nothing.
She still said the same thing.
"Come on!!! Kill me!!"
More and more people joined the melee, swarming forward like bloodthirsty ants. Punches and kicks, weapons gleaming like snow. The once pristine white snow was now covered in messy bloodstains and footprints, leaving it a deep crimson.
"Her cultivation..."
"Won't she feel any pain?!"
"Even after all this, he still refuses to take a step back... This person is really... crazy!"
"The wound seems to be healing slowly! How can a demon be so terrifying?!
"Hasn't fallen yet? Hasn't fallen yet?!"
Yun Xian's breathing became tight, and he subconsciously turned to look at Jiang Fengtian.
Jiang Fengtian's expression was not good, but he still did not move. He stood and took another sip of wine.
Still not moving? If you still don't move, you might really be dead!
As soon as this thought flashed through her mind, there was a sudden and violent riot. A black light exploded from the inside out. The besiegers flew backwards and scattered in every corner, with screams of pain everywhere.
The two Qius, who were the first to be hit, could not even get up. They could only support half of their bodies on the ground with difficulty, and blood was oozing from the corners of their mouths.
In the silent air, only the bloody man was still standing there.
Nan Ronghong wiped the blood from her eyelids and said briefly, "Come again. Together."
Everyone: “…………”
Thousands of words are combined into one sentence.
Is this person really desperate?
Yun Xian had just stared at Jiang Fengtian for a long time, the bearded man sighing, drinking, and stomping on the ground, not moving a muscle. Now, he was looking over here from a distance.
"Miss." Yun Xian said, "I feel something is wrong."
Nan Ronghong was looking at her again. Ji Rongxue said expressionlessly, "It's okay. Don't be afraid."
“…” Although Yun Xian was not afraid, he was happy for a moment after being coaxed, but his face quickly became serious again.
Finally, the man in the crowd who had never fought or spoken before, with an extremely ordinary face, slowly said, "Friend Yun, I heard from Miss Ji that your group has a deep understanding of demons and has solved many related incidents. The demons are rampant and the consequences are endless. We can't just sit back and watch. Are you really not going to take action?"
At this moment, Yun Xian pieced everything together and thought belatedly.
So he was waiting for her here!
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