"ah!!!"
"Help!"
My hand!
My foot!
The disciples of the Huashan Sect searched the ground for their hands and feet. Although no one had died, each of them had either had an arm or a leg cut off.
Even Xianyu Tong, despite his best efforts to dodge, had his right palm cleanly severed.
"Ah! You just wait, brat! I won't let you get away with this!"
Xianyu Tong hurriedly picked up the severed hand, uttered a harsh threat, and then fled as if his life depended on it.
Many martial arts practitioners on the roadside were completely stunned by this scene.
Such thunderous methods, could it be the work of a grandmaster?
Lu Xiaofeng's eyelids twitched, and he exclaimed in admiration, "Young Master Murong, what excellent swordsmanship!"
"You...you...you're so cruel! They're innocent!"
Duan Yu was stunned.
Murong Fu said calmly, "Young Master Duan, I did not harm their lives; this is merely a minor punishment to serve as a warning."
"A minor punishment to serve as a warning?"
Is it really a case of punishing someone severely for a minor disagreement?
Everyone was stunned.
People are speculating about this person's background.
The Emei Sect members who were walking in front all turned around and were stunned.
That's...so cool!
"This humble nun, Jingxuan, is the fourth-generation senior disciple of the Emei Sect. I greet Young Master Murong and thank you for punishing the wicked."
The cold-faced woman walked over and clasped her hands in greeting.
"Thank you, Young Master Murong!"
The other Emei disciples followed suit, clasping their hands in greeting, their beautiful eyes gleaming with shrewdness.
"So you're a disciple of the Emei Sect. It was nothing, no need to be so polite. Anyone would help such a cunning and wicked person." Murong Fu smiled slightly, fanned himself with his folding fan, and turned to Duan Yu, asking, "Is that right, Young Master Duan?"
"Ah? Yes! That's right!"
Duan Yu nodded blankly, but his gaze was fixed on one of the disciples of the Emei Sect.
Murong Fu followed the gaze and looked over there.
The girl appeared to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her clothes fluttered in the breeze, and her face was beautiful and delicate, like an orchid or a fairy.
"Young Master Duan?"
Murong Fu waved his hand in front of Duan Yu's eyes.
Duan Yu finally came to his senses, blushed, and lowered his head.
The members of the Emei Sect all looked displeased. How could they stare at a young lady like that? It was extremely impolite.
Murong Fu explained in a serious tone: "Ladies, please don't be angry. This is my good friend, Duan Yu, the heir of the Prince of Zhennan of Dali Kingdom in Songzhou. He is not fond of fighting, but only of women. However, he is a gentleman and is still known as a virgin."
"Yes, yes, I am not fond of fighting... no, I am not fond of women, that's not right either..."
Duan Yu quickly nodded in response, but then another awkward situation arose.
Upon hearing this, the members of the Emei Sect covered their mouths and laughed. Their previous dislike disappeared. They could all see that this person was a fool.
Jingxuan pondered for a moment and asked, "Young Master Murong, are you Murong Fu, who uses the same methods against you?"
Murong Fu nodded humbly and politely: "Indeed, it is I."
"I had only heard that Young Master Murong's 'Star Shift' technique was extremely skilled, but I didn't expect his swordsmanship to be so... sharp."
At this point, Jingxuan glanced at the Huashan Sect disciples lying on the ground, marveling at their injuries.
Out of chivalry, many martial arts practitioners helped bandage these people's wounds.
However, their hands and feet could not be reattached, which meant they were destined to be disabled, their lives ruined.
Murong Fu smiled faintly and said, "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Master. It's just a trivial skill. Your sect's Emei sword technique is truly exquisite."
Seeing the two chatting happily, many people looked on with envy.
There are already few female warriors in the martial arts world, and even fewer in sects like the Emei Sect, which are predominantly female. What man doesn't yearn for a woman...?
...
The next day.
On the day of the birthday banquet.
Wudang Mountain, Zhenwu Hall.
The Emei Sect members were the first to present their gifts.
"Master Zhang, I, Jingxuan, have come on behalf of my master to congratulate you on your 100th birthday. This is a birthday robe specially prepared by my master."
As Jingxuan spoke, the disciples took out a bright red brocade Taoist robe, embroidered with a hundred different "longevity" characters in gold thread.
Zhang Sanfeng was tall and imposing, with a youthful face and white hair, and a beard like a spear. Although he was a hundred years old, he spoke with a strong voice, as loud as a bell: "Very good, very good, I am very satisfied. Please thank your master on my behalf."
Many martial arts practitioners with ill intentions in the hall were greatly shocked. Was this the Grandmaster? He had only spoken a few words, yet he had already intimidated them.
"Shaolin Kongwen presents a box of gold and silver, a box of coral and jewels, and a box of Taoist scriptures to celebrate Master Zhang's birthday."
Several monks stepped forward, carrying three gilded boxes.
The box was opened, revealing a dazzling and eye-catching display.
This is the Shaolin Temple, whose wealth is unparalleled.
A burly man stepped forward and said in a cold voice, "He Taichong of the Kunlun Sect presents a bowl of longevity noodles to wish Master Zhang a long and healthy life."
Everyone was stunned by what he said. What did he mean? He was celebrating someone's 100th birthday and he was wishing them a long life?
Immediately, five more elderly men in gray robes stepped forward: "The Five Elders of Kongtong wish Master Zhang a long and prosperous life."
Although they offered their blessings, they came empty-handed.
"Boss Sha of the Giant Whale Gang wishes Master Zhang many happy returns of the day."
The person who stepped forward this time spoke kindly, but he was carrying swords.
"Cai Wu of the Han River Gang begs Master Zhang, where is the Dragon-Slaying Saber?"
The people who followed were even more outspoken.
"Master Zhang, we respect you as a true man. Hand over the Dragon-Slaying Saber, and we will refrain from using swords at your birthday banquet. Otherwise... hehe!"
“Master Zhang, it’s not easy to live to be a hundred years old, don’t ruin your life.”
"..."
Just as everyone began to speak up and threaten them.
Pfft!
Suddenly someone burst out laughing.
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