Chapter 37: I want the girl to imprison me, only then will I be willing...
Chapter 37
He could actually say such words to my face, and all around me fell silent.
The three elders of Yaowang Valley looked at each other, and they all saw shock and anger in each other's eyes - the leader of a dignified sect dared to come alone and speak so arrogantly, which was simply unheard of!
“Clang——”
A flash of cold light flashed, and the teaching hall elder Meng Ziliu unsheathed his sword, pointing the tip directly at Young Master Jin Sheng's throat. He shouted sternly, "Meet the enemy!"
Though over sixty years old, this gaunt old woman still held the fierce, murderous aura of the former "Willow-Eyebrowed Heroine." Back then, she roamed the martial arts world with a single-handed sword, forcing her into and out of Black Cloud Stronghold seven times, single-handedly conquering the Twenty-Four Ghost Valleys, earning her renown in the martial arts world. Later, to avoid her enemies, she retreated to Medicine King Valley with her martial arts, presiding over the training hall for over thirty years, her inner cultivation reaching unfathomable depths. Now, she was being bullied by a younger, lesser-known figure like Young Master Jin Sheng. How could she endure this?
All the disciples of Yaowang Valley responded in unison, and the sound of swords being unsheathed was like the clanging of metal. In a blink of an eye, they surrounded Chen Juansheng, with a cold and murderous aura.
Young Master Jin Sheng was renowned for his eloquence and strategic prowess. Han Shu and the others had witnessed his eloquence at the Cao Gang's birthday banquet. But his unprovoked provocation was truly incomprehensible.
He raised his hand and waved, signaling everyone to calm down. He asked in a deep voice, "Since Pavilion Master Chen is here to report his crimes, why are you being so aggressive?"
The blush on Master Jin Sheng's face faded slightly, and his expression gradually became fierce. He twirled his fingertips, entwining the golden thread in his hand. He changed the subject and said with a smile, "Chen Juansheng came here only to admit his guilt. He's not here to receive punishment. What he said doesn't matter."
These words added fuel to the fire and were extremely provocative.
Qinggui Yuzhu Flute plucked the bamboo flute in his hand over and over again, but he couldn't understand why Master Jinsheng suddenly attacked and even risked his own life to openly provoke Yaowang Valley?
If he just wanted to take action, he could have made plans secretly. Why did he have to make such a big fuss and come knocking on the door alone in such an open and aboveboard manner?
He has the ability to understand people's hearts and resolve difficult situations with ease. But at this moment, let alone being a master of strategist, even the dumbest fool in the world would not be able to do such a thing.
Meng Ziliu was furious upon hearing this. He shook his sword and used the Qing Nang sword technique to pierce Chen Juansheng like a hurricane. Chen Juansheng, still smiling, stepped back.
His movements were extremely peculiar, neither lightning-fast nor treacherous. At this moment, amidst the early sunlight, the streams of light like fragments of gold drifted about, yet they were remarkably agile. His robes fluttered, as if he were treading through a sea of stars, as if he were playing with immortals.
Everyone saw a riot of golden threads swirling around the swords. Silk blades, wrapped in a chill, rose in layers before Young Master Jin Sheng, swaying and fluttering.
Qing Guiyu was holding the bamboo flute with a severe headache, and saw Chen Juansheng practicing the cold skill. The cinnabar needle mark at the corner of his eye was now bright red and terrifying.
Her eyelids twitched, and she thought to herself, could it be that he really wanted to conquer the entire Medicine King Valley by himself?
Elder Meng, enraged by his agility, didn't care about his subtle identity, whether he was the Master of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion or the Earthly Secrets Pavilion. His sword flashed, aiming for vital points at every turn, holding nothing back. Finally, with a clang, the sword touched the cold silk.
Young Master Jin Sheng's brow furrowed slightly, and he thrust his hand forward. A cold thread struck back, swirling and wrapping around the blade. The internal energy of his Cold Marrow Technique surged, moving along the bowstring blade like a serpent. Suddenly, a thousand strands of icy internal energy, as thin as hair, seeped into the longsword in Meng Ziliu's hand.
In an instant, thousands of golden lines appeared on the sword, and the sword in Meng Ziliu's hand cracked like porcelain.
I think all metal weapons in the world will inevitably have cuts and marks during forging, and there is no way they can be perfect.
This long sword was bound by Young Master Jin Sheng with cold silk. The internal force of the cold marrow skill traveled along the forging lines of the weapon, looking for gaps to cut into, using the thinnest force to penetrate the gaps. The gaps were as small as a hair, and there was room for the silk thread to break, breaking the sharp blade like cutting cooked fish.
His expression remained calm as he curled his fingertips back, a shimmering thread of light flashing like cracks in ice, golden lines climbing up in an instant. With a ding, the cracks spread, and the sword trembled suddenly, like the first melting of ice on a river in spring, shattering into a shard before the eyes of all.
The blade is the color of white clouds, and the cold silk is inlaid with gold. Among the myriad changes of heaven, this spiritual silk inlaid with gold is the clever trick used by Master Jinsheng to break the world's weapons while leaving the enemy alive.
Elder Liu never expected that this thread could break people's weapons. He took two steps back, his gray hair blown up by the strong wind, and he stood there in a daze.
Shen Juansheng's eyes roamed around, scanning the surroundings, and suddenly his eyes lit up. The golden threads in his hand suddenly twitched, and the coldness of the threads suddenly increased. Like the Three Star Gods' method of judging fate, the three golden threads formed into cones and attacked Elder Liu's face.
This was completely different from the way he had just been dealing with people. Everyone exclaimed in unison and raised their weapons.
Qing Guiyu was all too familiar with his methods. Seeing him looking over, she immediately became concerned, fearing he might injure Elder Liu. Before he could even glance over, she raised her hand and launched several golden needles.
She really didn't care about much at this point, she just shouted loudly,
"Shut up! Stop! Stop!" He was just trying to force her out, what a big deal!
She gripped her bamboo flute tightly and leaped from behind the rocks. Suddenly, she felt a sharp sword energy sweep past her. Instantly, golden threads trembled, and cold light crisscrossed. Everyone felt the sword light and cold energy collide with each other. Those with weaker internal strength were forced to step back three steps. When the dust settled, a sword blade as thick as autumn water stood between them.
Wuwang, dressed in white, held a sword in his backhand, a long green sash drooping. His white robe was bathed in the misty, indifferent morning light. Beneath his plain clothing, a pair of cold eyes, filled with undisguised disgust, glared sideways at Chen Juansheng.
Seeing the help coming, Meng Ziliu was invigorated. He pointed the hilt of his sword at Chen Juansheng and shouted angrily, "Gui Yan, you've arrived just in time! Use the Wuwang Sword to help me kill this lunatic."
However, at this moment, Chen Juansheng was alone at the gates of Medicine King Valley, and it was unknown how many of his subordinates knew about it. This was also different from the White Sword's counterattack during the Cao Gang meeting that day. If the Tianji Pavilion Master truly died at the gates of Medicine King Valley, even if the situation was justified, it was hard to guarantee that a bloody battle between the two sects would not ensue. This was a matter that Medicine King Valley had fully justified, so could it be that they would have to answer to the Tianji Pavilion?
Although Meng Ziliu is old, his impatient temper from his youth has not diminished at all with his age.
"Junior sister!" Elder Chen tried to stop him, fearing that Lu Guiyan would really attack. He was afraid that even if Shen Juansheng was defeated, the mountain gate would be bleed, and some disciples would be injured. He frowned and waved to Han Shu. Elder Han understood and hurried forward, holding up the judge's pen, blocking the way.
Who would have thought that Shen Juansheng didn't take the tense situation seriously at all, but turned around and
"Ah, Miss Qing." Young Master Jinsheng lowered his head, his golden threads flowing, and his sharp coldness disappeared for a moment. He smiled at her, his face light and graceful, as if he was leaning on the spring breeze.
"So Miss Qing is here."
This peacock-like young man in black clothes was waiting openly at the most conspicuous place at the gate of Yaowang Valley. He was probably waiting for this moment.
"Miss Qing," Shen Jiansheng quietly flashed to Qing Guiyu's side as the black skirt moved, picked up the golden thread in his hand, and said softly, "Look, Brother Lu is a man with complicated thoughts. He is also afraid that I will live."
He glanced at Bai Yi Wu Wang, turned his head, and continued with a smile,
"And I'm afraid you'll die."
Qing Guiyu gritted her teeth and glared at him, but didn't know what to say.
She had been expelled from Yaowang Valley long ago, and was forcibly pulled out by him at this moment. However, as an abandoned disciple, she was forced to appear in her former master's sect. Every moment she stood in front of everyone was like a thorn in her back.
Some time ago, she was being hunted by Senior Brothers Li and Mo from the Law Enforcement Hall. She hadn't shown any courtesy when she attacked. And the fact that she had deceived everyone and her tendons weren't completely severed had also come to light. She should have reported this to the elders by now.
Young Master Jin Sheng looked at her and tilted his head. His black hair, dotted with gold threads, swayed a few strands.
"Since Miss Qing is in such a dilemma," he said slowly, waving his sleeves and walking towards her. He crossed his slender fingers, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "I would like to come up with an idea with you seniors."
"Although Chen Jiansheng is guilty, I also have some elders and friends in the Tianji Pavilion. If something unexpected happens to me now, everyone will misunderstand me and cause you all a headache."
He picked up the silk thread and said with a smile, "Why not spend some time and invite all the sects in the martial arts world to come and make a decision together? Then, if they can all agree, they can let me pay for Master Zhang's life."
Young Master Jinsheng nodded, as if he was not talking about his own life.
"That's fine."
"As for now?" He suddenly rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "I don't come here to be punished."
"But if Miss Qing wants to imprison me,"
Everyone saw that Master Jinsheng's eyebrows were slightly red. He looked at her, nodded, and said softly and tenderly as if whispering to himself,
"Well, I am willing."
The black-robed young man had delicate features and a graceful demeanor. When he lowered his eyes, a faint blush tinged his eyelashes, and a tender expression lingered between his lips and teeth. Not only Qing Guiyu, but even several of the young female disciples around him were startled by him, their faces flushing and their heads lowered in shame.
Qing Guiyu held his forehead, lowered his head, and stared at the ground, as if the row of ants on the ground would fly up at any moment and turn into a rope to strangle him.
How can someone say such things when his face is blushing and his heart is beating fast?
Yes, her third needle of Huangdi can change one’s mood.
It's impossible that the condition would get so much worse overnight, right?
Yesterday, wasn't Shen Jiansheng confirming with her that the master was not harmed by him?
Young Master Jin Sheng lowered a silk thread to her that swayed like flowing waves, and touched the needle on her heart. He smiled and turned his head, and said to her in the golden light,
"What? Miss Qing wants to imprison me?"
These words were too ambiguous. Qing Guiyu hated him for using his master's death to stir up trouble here. He showed no respect for him and gritted his teeth without responding.
But for Medicine King Valley, this move was indeed extremely appropriate. If he really surrendered to the effects of the love Gu and ended the matter without bloodshed, it would be the best strategy. I wonder how much bloodshed could be avoided and how much trouble could be resolved.
The three elders exchanged glances, and before she could say anything, Han Shu said coldly, "Since Pavilion Master Chen has voluntarily accepted detention, he must also lay down his weapons."
He twirled his beard, pointed at the silk thread wrapped around his hand, and said, "Your golden blade is famous in the martial arts world. I hope to be able to borrow it for a while."
Shen Juansheng turned around and looked at him, silent for a moment.
"Elder Han, thank you for your compliment." He covered his chin with his hands, looking a little embarrassed. "This is really difficult. Winning and losing are common in the martial arts world. But I am honored to be the head of the Tianji Pavilion."
Master Jin Sheng paused and continued,
"Asking me to disarm myself would be like bowing my head in public, bringing disgrace to the whole cabinet."
He lied casually. The Tianji Pavilion was so treacherous, and he had controlled it with thunderous force. Qing Guiyu couldn't tell when he had ever cared about the Tianji Pavilion's reputation. His eyelids twitched, and he suddenly had a bad premonition. He stared at the bamboo flute, clutching it tightly in his hand, thinking that sooner or later, he would break it.
As expected, Master Jin Sheng spread his black sleeves, leaned down, and approached her.
"Unless, I ask Miss Qing to untie these golden threads for me personally," he said with a smile, extending a slender finger. Her face was bright and her emotions were burning, as if she were embracing the early spring sun in her arms.
"Such a solemn engraving would make me willing to accept it, even if death is the only option."
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