My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Chapter 158: Chapter 158 The True Movie Emperor on the Thunder Cloud Platform (Seeking full subscription!)

In the Yuan City inn.

The morning light was faint, and the sky turned a pale shade of dawn.

A sliver of sunlight filtered in through the window, followed by the bustling noises of shouting from outside.

“Hurry, hurry up.”

“Today is the big day that the Five Poison Sect Leader is recruiting a son-in-law.”

“Who knows how many young talents will be there today? It’s going to be an exciting day.”

“If we’re late, we might not get a good spot.”

…….

“So early in the morning, can’t a person get some sleep around here?”

A grumbling voice came from the bedding, then a drowsy little head emerged from under the covers.

Tan Yun rubbed her eyes and muttered to herself, “What’s going on? Isn’t the Five Poison Sect’s son-in-law recruitment tomorrow?”

After she sneaked away from Luo Zixiang, she had somehow gotten lost and ended up in Yuan City.

After arriving here and hearing the big news of the Five Poison Sect’s recruitment, Tan Yun, who had grown up in the Demon Sect Main Hall, actually had no fondness for the Five Poison Sect itself. However, she naturally loved the hustle and bustle and was eager to join wherever there were crowds, so naturally, she wouldn’t miss this opportunity.

“Today, huh?”

Tan Yun slowly got up, still half asleep, when suddenly, she jumped, “I need to get up quickly and buy something to eat and drink for the road.”

With that thought in mind, Tan Yun hurriedly got dressed, put on socks and shoes, and washed up briefly. Then she donned a black robe, disguised herself with a mask, and left the inn.

“Scallion pancakes here, fragrant and thick scallion pancakes here, five copper coins each.”

On the street, a vendor was shouting out loud.

The round, thick pancakes, topped with green scallions and filled with chunks of lard that shimmered like crystals.

The freshly baked scallion pancakes, soaked with scallion oil, emanated a delicious aroma, and biting into them was a burst of crispy delight!

“Give me three.”

Tan Yun was almost drooling at the sight of the scallion pancakes.

The vendor glanced at Tan Yun’s figure, which was certainly that of a woman, and then chuckled, “My guest, our scallion pancakes are quite filling. One is enough for a person in the morning, would you like some egg soup with that…”

“Three, I’ve got friends at home,” said Tan Yun as she waved her hand and produced fifteen copper coins.

“Alright.”

The vendor took the money and wrapped up three pancakes in wax paper.

Tan Yun took one and started nibbling right away, then wandered through the entire morning market of Yuan City, buying a roast chicken, three scallion pancakes, a skewer of candied hawthorn, and three packs of pastries along with two bags of water.

After organizing her purchases, she hurriedly headed for Five Poison Mountain.

Five Poison Mountain wasn’t very high, but it was certainly taller than Three Temple Mountain. Along the way, there were many people from Jianghu discussing recent events, including the fight between the Ghost Swordsman and the Heavenly Sword.

Listening to this, Tan Yun couldn’t help but be overjoyed, munching and laughing all the way without anyone paying her any attention.

Just then, a figure ahead caught Tan Yun’s eye, and at the sight of that figure, her mouth dropped open as if an egg could fit inside.

The woman’s waist was invisible, appearing almost like a water jar.

Tan Yun subconsciously looked down; she too could not see her own waist, and instead had to feel for her slender waistline, which had already accumulated some excess fat.

At that moment, the scallion pancake in her hand suddenly seemed less appetizing.

“No, from today on,”

Tan Yun clenched the wax paper in her hand firmly and declared resolutely, “I’m going to diet!”

Saying this, she outstretched her arm, ready to throw away the scallion pancake in her hand, but at the next instant, her movement paused, “Never mind, I bought these with silver… The money was hard-earned by my husband… My husband is dead, what’s there left to earn?”

At that, Tan Yun paused briefly, her expression suddenly tinged with sadness.

Yes, An Jing is already dead!

He is no more.

Tan Yun put away the scallion pancake and thought to herself, “My son-in-law once said there are three ways a person can die. If I always remember his words, he will live forever in my heart. In that sense, he isn’t really dead.”

“Son-in-law, you just live well in my heart.”

With this thought, she began to walk towards the mountain.

For some reason, she recalled the scene when they climbed Three Temple Mountain together, when the son-in-law was so tired that he needed water.

That event seemed like a lifetime ago, yet as if it had happened just yesterday.

“Son-in-law, I hope you have no worries in your next life.”

Tan Yun collected her emotions and hastened her step up the mountain.

Soon, she arrived at the mountain top, where few people were present.

“I’m getting a bit hungry…”

Tan Yun touched her stomach, having eaten too little on the way, and with the added physical exertion of climbing the mountain. Looking at the food she brought, she could no longer resist, “My son-in-law said that eating well and drinking well leads to immortality, so I think I’ll eat.”

With that thought, she tore open the wax paper.

……

At this moment, when An Jing saw that familiar figure, he was shocked.

“Tan Yun!?”

That manner of eating, that silhouette, there could be no other.

But how could she possibly be here!?

An Jing was filled with confusion at this moment, wishing he could immediately grab Tan Yun and ask for clarification.

“Kid, hurry up, there’s less than half an incense stick’s time until Thunder Cloud Platform opens.”

The deacon of the Five Poison Sect, seeing An Jing motionless, expressed his dissatisfaction.

“I know.”

An Jing, aware of the limited time, thought to himself, “I can only wait to ask her thoroughly after I get out.”

Then he quickly headed towards the Thunder Cloud Platform.

At this time, the young heroes who had come to seek marriage were all gathered on the Thunder Cloud Platform, each one eager and rubbing their hands in anticipation, while those with more cunning were chatting with each other, forming alliances.

On the other hand, An Jing stood in a corner, not uttering a word; after all, he only wanted to secure third place.

“Kid, how about together?”

At this moment, Gu Baolin, a tributor from the Sanhu Gang, approached him.

He vaguely sensed this youngster had some strength, so he struck up a conversation.

“No, thanks.”

An Jing declined indifferently.

He had no desire to get involved in troubles or conflicts with these people.

“Well, brother, take care of yourself then. That Han Li is a mean one.”

After saying his piece, Gu Baolin went on to approach others.

Some agreed, some declined, but to every person who declined, he repeated the same words.

That Han Li is a mean one.

Han Li, hearing Gu Baolin’s words from afar, gritted his teeth with a crunching sound, his face turning ashen with anger.

An Jing took a glance and then noticed that most were at the Fourth Grade, Third Grade, and Second Grade, all with extremely high cultivation levels; First Grade individuals could be counted on one hand.

And his real strength, among these people, stood out like a crane among chickens, unique and exceptional.

Among those of the First Grade, aside from the Marquis, who was as large as a mountain of flesh, there were two individuals hovering around the age of thirty. Moreover, the Marquis had the highest cultivation, having already condensed a Human Flower, while the other two had yet to condense one.

If An Jing weren’t here, Qiu Lun would undoubtedly be the biggest winner.

“Whether I am here or not, he is the biggest winner,” An Jing murmured to himself, shaking his head in secrecy; he hadn’t come to compete for first place—his sights were set on second and third.

Not far from the stage, Fang Jinxiu watched Qiu Lun’s figure and couldn’t help biting her plump lips, mocking herself, “He said he was just here to join in the fun, turns out he was lying to me. Yes, who in this world doesn’t love a beauty?”

Qiu Lun also felt Fang Jinxiu’s gaze and dared not meet her eyes, cursing under his breath, “That old man always forces me to do things I don’t want to do—it’s unacceptable; I must take control of my own happiness.”

He really couldn’t understand why his old man insisted on him marrying Dai Ling, who was cold, icy, and ugly.

Wouldn’t that ruin his whole life?

He decided to challenge his fate!

“The trial on the Thunder Cloud Platform will begin after ten breaths, please get ready,” a voice announced at this moment.

It was the Five Poison Young Master, Dai Danshu, taking a deep breath and speaking out loud.

Upon hearing Dai Danshu’s words, everyone on the Thunder Cloud Platform tensed up. It was known that the platform was a place to test the strength of disciples from the Five Poison Sect.

Even though those present were top-notch young heroes from Jianghu, none dared to underestimate the reputation of the Thunder Cloud Platform.

The formation of the Thunder Cloud Platform was quickly activated.

An Jing felt a surge of electricity pass under his feet, a tingling sensation that was quite pleasant.

“Does the Thunder Cloud Platform also have a massaging effect?” An Jing said to himself, but then he noticed the others around him weren’t looking too good, especially those below Fourth Grade, who were all as pale as ghosts.

“Something’s not right. My physique is exceptionally strong, so this shouldn’t have any effect on me. I can’t appear unperturbed,” he thought.

With that in mind, An Jing hastily pretended to look very solemn.

“This Thunder Cloud Platform is indeed as famous as its name suggests,” he commented.

In the distance, a youth with First Grade Cultivation couldn’t help thinking to himself, “No, nobody knows if anyone can last until the end here. To my mind, one less competitor is better.”

With this thought, he glanced around him.

“Yan Sheng, what are you doing?” said a nearby youth, trembling slightly upon seeing that look.

This person was none other than Yan Sheng, the second on the Dragon List and currently the top since Qi Yun, who was ranked first, had died.

“Sending you down,” Yan Sheng sneered before slapping the other man.

“Bang!”

With his First Grade Cultivation, Yan Sheng’s slap was powerful, and the Third Grade Cultivation youth was no match for him, immediately sent flying with one hit.

Yan Sheng was the youngest disciple of the elder Qingfeng and was comparable to the prodigy Qi Yun from the Zhenyi Sect.

It was said that Elder Qingfeng found Yan Sheng during his travels around the world, in a wolf’s den where the boy was fighting wolf cubs for the she-wolf’s milk.

Afterwards, Elder Qingfeng noticed Yan Sheng’s exceptional Root Bone, a natural martial treasure. Despite being semi-reclusive in Jianghu, upon seeing Yan Sheng, he couldn’t resist the desire to nurture such talent. He took him in and meticulously tutored him in Martial Arts, imparting life’s philosophies.

Yan Sheng proved himself worthy of the term prodigy by entering the Dragon List at seventeen, and from there he rushed forward valiantly. Now, only Qi Yun from the Zhenyi Sect surpassed him.

Twenty-nine this year, Yan Sheng would soon leave the Dragon List. Although he had no chance of reaching the top spot before, Qi Yun’s death had fortuitously granted him that position.

Speaking of Elder Qingfeng, An Jing did have a history with him.

Elder Qingfeng had another senior disciple, the late Reverend Moyun, who had died by An Jing’s hand.

Yan Sheng, with the highest cultivation among those present, had reached First Grade and practiced the Martial Arts taught by Elder Qingfeng, leaving few as his equals.

Soon another First Grade Expert made a move. This person was a famous figure in Jianghu, a high-ranking swordsman on the Dragon List, thirty-three this year, known as Bai Zhi. With his Longsword as quick as thunderbolts, he was called the Thunderbolt Sword in Jianghu.

“Brother Bai, let’s take out the others first, then we can settle our differences, what do you say?”

Yan Sheng laughed and said,

“That’s exactly what I think.”

Bai Zhi also laughed out loud and rushed into the crowd.

Both of them were at the First Grade Realm, not to mention Fourth Grade, even those at Third Grade and Second Grade were no match for them, and on top of that, they had to use their Inner Strength to suppress the restless electrical currents, so they couldn’t even unleash half of their true power.

On the contrary, the higher one’s Cultivation, the more strength they could exert here.

With this disparity in growth, even those at the Second Grade Realm couldn’t withstand a few moves from them.

“Yan Sheng’s strength is indeed respectable,”

the Five Poison Young Master couldn’t help but nod in approval upon seeing this.

Behind Yan Sheng stood the elder Qingfeng, whose Cultivation was at the Grandmaster Realm. Although he was only a One Qi Grandmaster, he was a renowned Grandmaster, and such a background was considered extremely good.

It was said that Elder Qingfeng regarded Yan Sheng as his own and valued him greatly.

Moreover, Yan Sheng was young, having reached the First Grade Realm at only twenty-nine. With the help of the Thunder Pool in the future, reaching the Heavenly Flower Realm by the age of fifty would not be a problem, and with some fortune, even reaching the Half-step Master Realm. If all went smoothly, it was possible for him to reach the Grandmaster level before the age of a hundred.

Thinking of this, the Five Poison Young Master couldn’t help revealing a touch of satisfaction.

Dai Ling stood by the side, not speaking.

As for Yan Sheng, she neither liked nor disliked him, but if possible, she was willing to give Yan Sheng some opportunities to interact.

After all, it was only after getting to know each other that opportunities would arise.

However, the situation was still unpredictable at the moment, and anyone could become the dark horse.

Ling Yuanjing couldn’t help but feel emotional. If Qi Yun hadn’t died and was present today, then where would Yan Sheng get the chance to be so prestigious?

Most other disciples of the Zhenyi Sect were older, either indifferent to romance or lacking in Cultivation, and none of them could compete with Yan Sheng.

“That damn turtle!”

Qiu Heng was furious to see his own son, Qiu Lun, skulking in a corner, loafing around.

You eat so many Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures given by your father, including the Nine Dragon Pill bestowed by the Emperor, just to reach the First Grade Human Flower Realm, and now you’re not showing off your strength to your future father-in-law and wife, but hiding and loafing in the back!?

Qiu Heng pondered to himself how to punish his useless son tonight.

Tan Yun sat in the distance, eating and watching, feeling that the competition among the crowd was quite dull, “What the heck, I thought there would be some thrilling fights. The Ghost Swordsman and the Heavenly Sword are far more exciting to watch than this.”

Meanwhile, on the Thunder Cloud Platform, the fierce battles were in full swing, especially after Yan Sheng and Bai Zhi had shown their prowess, steadily kicking people off the platform.

“Let’s join forces; we can’t believe this,”

Han Li’s face darkened upon seeing this.

“Together!”

The others around also responded to Han Li’s call and collectively charged at Yan Sheng.

“A bunch of barnyard fowls and clay dogs, that’s all,”

Yan Sheng arrogantly laughed, swinging a palm towards the crowd in front of him, pushing back the group single-handedly.

“Yan Sheng, you brat, don’t get arrogant!”

Han Li roared, his Inner Strength surging forth.

Yan Sheng’s expression remained calm as he faced him head-on.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

A series of Qi Mechanism collisions sounded, followed by the noise of bones cracking. Han Li clutched his arm, his face pale as sheet.

“Senior Brother!”

Fang Jinxiu couldn’t help but shout out when she saw this.

“Alas, I’m no match for you.” Han Li sighed and then stepped down from the platform himself.

On the other side, Gu Baolin, along with one Second Grade and three Third Grade experts, were all thrown off by Bai Zhi.

“Don’t see me, don’t see me.”

An Jing was hiding in a corner, silently chanting to himself.

Better to avoid trouble than to seek it, revealing himself by acting would be risky, so if he could survive to the end, that was naturally what he wished for.

I don’t need Dai Ling, I just want third place.

“Are you going down yourself, or do I need to send you?”

At this moment, Yan Sheng slowly walked over, eyeing An Jing in the corner who was ‘struggling hard’ and ‘murmuring to himself.’

“How about giving me a chance?” An Jing let out a sigh and asked Yan Sheng.

“Give you a chance?”

Yan Sheng smiled, then his expression turned cold, “No.”

“If you won’t give it, then you won’t, you said it yourself.”

An Jing scoffed with feigned pride, “Then don’t blame me for not being polite.”

“Hahahahaha.”

Yan Sheng couldn’t help but burst into laughter upon hearing this, finding it incomprehensible how someone struggling so hard could say such a thing.

Ninety-eight moves!

An Jing watched Yan Sheng, silently calculating in his heart that defeating him on the ninety-eighth move would make him seem just a tiny bit more skilled, definitely enough to avoid exposure.

With that thought, An Jing took a deep breath and assumed an exceptionally solemn stance.

“This kid….”

From below the stage, Lou Xiangzhen watched An Jing and couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “My clever grandson is really putting on quite the show.”

Meanwhile, Qiu Lun, who was also taking it easy, noticed Qiu Heng’s icy stare and immediately felt a chill in his heart.

“No good, with my cultivation, it’s very difficult to encounter an opponent here. If I make it too obvious, the old man is sure to notice.”

Taking a deep breath, Qiu Lun looked towards Bai Zhi, who was ‘slaughtering all around,’ “I’ll start with this guy then stumble in defeat. As long as I play my part well, there shouldn’t be any problems.”

With that, he sprung towards Bai Zhi.

Bai Zhi, who was clearing out experts from the Thunder Cloud Platform, suddenly felt his hairs stand on end and was startled.

“Young Marquis!?”

Qiu Lun spoke indifferently, “Bai Zhi, I have long wanted to know how strong you are.”

“This….”

Upon hearing this, Bai Zhi showed a trace of difficulty.

He would rather face Yan Sheng than duel with Qiu Lun.

It was well known that not only was Qiu Lun’s cultivation high, but he was also Qiu Heng’s only son. Bai Zhi knew he could not and dared not win against him.

“I….”

Just as Bai Zhi was about to admit defeat and step down, Qiu Lun had already charged at him.

Qiu Lun’s hand technique was ferocious, with Bai Zhi pressed to a point where he couldn’t catch his breath, especially Qiu Lun’s mountain-like physique gave him an intense feeling of oppression.

Suddenly, Bai Zhi wanted to cry but had no tears; he thought Qiu Lun was intending to establish his authority using him, a display for Dai Danshu and Dai Ling.

With this in mind, he could only dutifully cooperate with Qiu Lun.

On the other side, Yan Sheng had begun his match with An Jing.

Yan Sheng’s hand technique was fierce and domineering, while An Jing was also using a hand technique, his body even more agile. Whenever they clashed, the two seemed evenly matched, neither gaining the upper hand.

“This person is somewhat remarkable.”

Unable to defeat his opponent after a long attack, Yan Sheng frowned deeply.

No matter how much force he exerted, the person opposite to him seemed to catch it with ease, leaving him without any means to prevail.

“`

Ling Yuanjing couldn’t help but feel secretly surprised when he saw this, “The person Yan Sheng is facing is also quite strong.”

It is known that Yan Sheng is the top young prodigy on the Heavenly Pride List, and normally, those under thirty-five years of age are no match for him with just one move, so being able to hold one’s own against him is already quite outstanding.

To Ling’s surprise, the man in white had already fought him for dozens of rounds, and showed no signs of defeat.

“Indeed, it is remarkable, I wonder who will win between the two.”

The Five Poison Young Master slightly nodded, his heart filled with joy, as a dark horse had finally appeared.

Dai Ling looked at the figure in white, and for some reason, felt a sense of revulsion, as if he really didn’t want that man to win.

Ling Yuanjing turned his head to look elsewhere, “The Young Marquis is also commendable, reaching the Human Flower Realm at such a young age is already quite challenging.”

Reaching the Human Flower Realm in one’s thirties is indeed stunning, but of course, it is incomparable to the monsters of the current age.

Qiu Heng laughed and said, “Peak Master Ling flatters too much, my child is just naughty and lacks diligence in cultivation, having reached the Human Flower Realm only after consuming many Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and the Nine Dragon Pill.”

Hearing Ling Yuanjing finally mention Qiu Lun, Qiu Heng secretly gave Ling Yuanjing a thumbs up.

Ling Yuanjing waved his hand and said, “Lord Qiu must not say so, without a strong Root Bone, no amount of training and consumption of Elixirs would be of use, these are just external aids after all.”

On the Thunder Cloud Platform.

An Jing and Yan Sheng had reached a fever pitch in their battle, and Yan Sheng’s face was full of gravity, never expecting to be pushed to such limits by an unknown youngster.

It seems he needed to make a quick decision to avoid wasting his Inner Strength.

With that in mind, he stretched out his palm, and his Inner Strength surged crazily into his arm.

Bang!

He struck a palm out, and his Inner Strength rippled boundlessly, ferociously charging towards An Jing.

“So strong!”

An Jing couldn’t help but cry out loud, then also released all his Inner Strength in a palm strike to meet the attack.

“Bang!”

The moment the two palms collided, a deafening noise erupted, as if the Thunder Cloud Platform itself shook slightly.

“Boom!”

Yan Sheng instantly felt an immense force come through, and his body was sent flying off the platform like an arrow released from a bow.

Defeated!?

He actually lost to a nobody!?

Yan Sheng himself was full of astonishment, and somewhat in disbelief.

An Jing’s face was pale, and he wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood, but he felt his blood was too precious, so he staggered back step by step, his body swaying as if about to fall.

Just by that, one could tell it was a pyrrhic victory.

At this moment, only three people remained on the Thunder Cloud Platform.

“Made it to the final round.”

Seeing this, An Jing let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Below the Thunder Cloud Platform, a chorus of discussions erupted.

“Yan Sheng lost!?”

“Who is the person that defeated him?”

“I don’t know, his martial arts and techniques seemed somewhat peculiar, and didn’t appear to be profound.”

“Right, I feel like I know that hand technique too.”

…….

The defeat of Yan Sheng clearly shocked many of those present, who didn’t expect him to lose to an obscure individual.

“Young Marquis, I lost, please spare me.”

After facing Qiu Lun for dozens of exchanges, Bai Zhi was so exhausted that he could barely catch his breath, and hastily spoke.

“`

Qiu Lun, upon hearing this, also withdrew his palm.

Bai Zhi let out a heavy breath and then fled from the Thunder Cloud Platform.

“Now only the two of them are left on the Thunder Cloud Platform.”

Ling Yuanjing couldn’t help but sigh at the sight.

The Five Poison Young Master took a deep breath and, looking at An Jing’s silhouette, couldn’t help but say, “Who exactly is that person? Why can’t I see through his moves?”

In his view, that person’s cultivation was also at the First Grade Realm, and his hand technique was rather ordinary, leaving him clueless as to how he managed to defeat Yan Sheng.

An Jing’s technique of concealment was among the very finest.

At this moment, his cultivation was at the Heavenly Flower Realm; if he did not fully deploy his Qi Mechanism, even an average Grandmaster might not be able to penetrate his level of cultivation.

How could the Five Poison Young Master, a Half-step Master, see through it?

Ling Yuanjing stroked his beard and laughed, “There are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Jianghu, and an untold number of reclusive experts. For decades, there have been instances of the descendants of these experts traveling through Jianghu. Maybe this person is backed by a very powerful Grandmaster, or even two. Brother Dai needn’t worry about this.”

Qiu Heng nodded and said, “Master Ling is absolutely right.”

Dai Danshu heard this and said no more.

Ling Yuanjing observed the two on the platform: “Now, with one of them gravely injured and the young marquis seemingly still having reserves of strength, I believe he has a great chance of winning.”

The other experts nodded again and again, feeling that the first place had already become Qiu Lun’s for the taking.

“That might not necessarily be the case.”

Qiu Heng’s expression remained unchanged, but his heart was blooming with joy.

At this point, An Jing had clearly been severely injured after clashing with Yan Sheng, whereas Qiu Heng appeared to be in a rather relaxed state. Almost everyone present believed that Qiu Heng was sure to win.

Dai Ling could never have anticipated that the outcome would turn out this way.

Looking at that mountain of flesh, she simply could not accept it.

On the Thunder Cloud Platform.

An Jing let out a breath of relief and said to Qiu Lun, “Young Marquis, your strength is profound and unfathomable, I….”

Just then, Qiu Lun interrupted An Jing, “Brother, yours is truly fine martial arts. That palm strike of yours just now was like Xuanqing Mountain descending, the continuous river water overflowing, it inevitably instills fear in one’s heart, creating a sense of panic and terror…”

Wait a minute!?!

The more An Jing thought about it, the more he felt that something was amiss. Why was Qiu Lun incessantly praising him?

I was planning to admit defeat.

Realizing this, An Jing quickly shouted, “Young Marquis, don’t talk nonsense, I didn’t…”

Qiu Lun said earnestly, “That palm of yours overwhelmed even Yan Sheng, a top contender on the Dragon List. Isn’t that power domineering enough?”

An Jing sternly said, “That palm strike just now used up all my Inner Strength. I am now completely depleted.”

Qiu Lun, too, had a serious face and stared intently at An Jing, saying, “No, I don’t believe it. This must be a ruse. I truly understand your strength.”

You understand nothing!

Seeing Qiu Lun’s expression, An Jing said earnestly, “No, I truly am depleted. I swear it.”

“No, you’re not. It’s definitely a trick, and this Marquis will not be fooled.”

“Why would I lie to you? If you don’t believe me, go ahead and try.”

“I have been well-versed in military tactics since I was young. Do you think I would fall for such a shallow ploy to lure the enemy deeper?”

The crowd below, watching the two bicker back and forth, was completely baffled.

“You son of a turtle, why talk so much? Just go up there and beat him.”

Qiu Heng’s expression remained unchanged, but inside he couldn’t help furiously screaming, “That kid is clearly out of strength, what are you dawdling for?”

An Jing was getting anxious and said, “If that’s the case, then let’s see the truth in a contest of skills.”

With that, he sent a palm strike towards Qiu Lun.

The hand technique was soft and feeble, slightly less impressive than that of the Third Grade expert from before.

Now I can see, I’m truly exhausted.

An Jing chuckled secretly, as long as Qiu Lun fought back, it would be fine to admit defeat and gracefully concede after being overpowered.

“What a formidable hand technique!”

Just as An Jing made his move, Qiu Lun also met it with a palm strike of his own.

“Smack!”

The instant their palms collided, Qiu Lun staggered backwards, his face showing a horrified expression, “Such a domineering strike!”

What!?

Upon hearing this, An Jing himself was slightly taken aback. His palm strike hadn’t used any inner strength at all, so how could it have forced Qiu Lun back?

This clearly seemed unlikely!

However, at this moment, wearing a mask, his face could not be seen by anyone.

“This hand technique!?”

Ling Yuanjing suddenly stood up, “Could this person be a descendant of the Kuiyuan Sect?”

“The Kuiyuan Sect?” Five Poison Young Master Dai Danshu’s face also looked extremely grave.

“What kind of sect is the Kuiyuan Sect?”

Qiu Heng asked with some confusion.

He didn’t know much about the matters of Jianghu, especially such obscure, hidden sects.

Ling Yuanjing, looking at An Jing, slowly explained: “The Kuiyuan Sect was a secretive sect during the time of the Nine Kingdoms. They practiced the Kuiyuan Technique, a cultivation method that hides inner strength when striking. If the members of Kuiyuan Sect were assassins, each one would be a top assassin in the world. However, for some unknown reason, the sect disappeared all of a sudden and was never heard from again.”

The top assassins? Hiding inner strength?

Qiu Heng was stunned. He was very clear about what this implied, as countless Jianghu experts had participated in the slaughter during the wars between Yan and Zhao.

Five Poison Young Master also had a look of realization: “So this person is a descendant of the Kuiyuan Sect.”

While gnawing on a chicken leg, Tan Yun felt a jolt in her heart, “Why does this silhouette look so familiar?”

She felt that the figure was incredibly similar to the Ghost Swordsman, and a seed of doubt unwittingly planted itself in Tan Yun’s heart.

At this moment, An Jing also knew that Qiu Lun was putting on a show, and transmitted his voice: “Young Marquis, could it be that you don’t want to marry the beautiful Dai Ling, who is like a celestial fairy, and become the auspicious son-in-law of the Five Poison Sect?”

Qiu Lun cursed in a low voice as he replied telepathically: “Dai Ling is hideously ugly, and is just an ice block at that. If you want her, you can have her. This is a great opportunity for you. When your wife succeeds as the Sect Leader of the Five Poison Sect, don’t forget about me.”

“As for me, I will continue my search for the one in my heart.”

As he spoke, Qiu Lun glanced intentionally and unintentionally at a water jar seated below the stage.

Dai Ling hideously ugly!?

An Jing looked utterly astonished at Qiu Lun—had his eyes gone blind?

While An Jing was still in a daze, Qiu Lun continued transmitting: “Later on, when you strike with a palm, I will vomit blood and admit defeat. Does that sound good to you?”

Good your uncle!

An Jing cursed silently, and then followed through with another palm strike.

I’m not taking the blame for this one.

“You’re really quite impatient, aren’t you? We haven’t even finished discussing the details,” said Qiu Lun with a chuckle, thinking that An Jing had agreed. Then he clashed palms with An Jing once more.

In front of all the onlookers, the two of them solidly collided with their palm strikes.

“Wow–!”

“Ouch!”

….

The ensuing chaos, with figures tumbling over one another, left everyone watching utterly astonished.