The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS

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"Caw——"

Under the clear blue sky, two large snowy white birds soared in the air, each competing to let out a loud and clear cry.

After several days, Qing Yu once again visited the lands of Ling Province. The White Phoenix flapped its wings, gliding towards the city below.

Kaiyuan City, the largest city closest to Mingyang City.

Looking at the refugees below who had come from Mingyang City, Qing Yu could not help but let out a compassionate sigh: "The Divine Communication battle has left a deep aftermath indeed."

For ordinary people, the Divinity Realm is like a human-shaped natural disaster. Perhaps other Divinity Realm beings don't have Qing Yu's destructive power to create man-made disasters, but just the aftermath of their battles alone is an unstoppable calamity for common people nearby.

Therefore, saying that those coming from Mingyang City are refugees is not wrong at all.

The two large snowy white birds landed on the ground, and the two people descended gracefully, with Qing Yu taking the opportunity to distribute some copper coins to several of the refugees.

After handing out the copper coins, there were still some refugees who hadn't received any and were unwilling to leave. Helpless, Qing Yu could only slightly release True Qi to disperse the crowd around him.

"Zen Master Da Mie, Heavenly Demon Palace, these evil demons truly deserve death. And Buried Sword Peak as well, they are a disgrace to the Righteous."

It's all the fault of Zen Master Da Mie and Heavenly Demon Palace, as well as Buried Sword Peak. They don't care at all about time and place, recklessly unleashing their attacks. As for that Hidden Mirror Man······

Sorry, he was just changing the color of rainwater. In actual combat, he was very restrained, unlike Zen Master Da Mie who could obliterate nearly a thousand meters of terrain in an instant or like the Swordsmen of Buried Sword Peak whose Sword Qi spread everywhere. Among everyone, his destruction range was the smallest.

Whether others believed it or not, Qing Yu chose to believe it anyway.

To this, Xuanzhen rolled his eyes, not bothering to respond to him.

However, a young scholar suddenly appeared and loudly praised, "This Daoist speaks well. After reaching the Divinity Realm, these beings no longer consider themselves human, causing countless civilian casualties at will. I heard a Divine Communication battle also broke out earlier in the Western Regions. The largest settlement there, Kartim, turned into a Dead City, which is truly heartbreaking."

'Sorry, that was my doing. Moreover, the people who died aren't worth lamenting.' Qing Yu inwardly sighed.

"And who might this gentleman be..." Of course, on the surface, Qing Yu still asked with full etiquette.

"Oh, it's quite inappropriate of me," the scholar quickly bowed, saying, "My name is Mu Yuansheng. Greetings!"

Mu Yuansheng, the grandson of Mu Xiuji, and also the subject of Qing Yu's earlier performance.

Indeed, the few remarks Qing Yu made were aimed at Mu Yuansheng. This grandson of the Haqi Heaven Monarch had been influenced by Mu Xiuji from a young age, growing into a character of strong integrity. Qing Yu's words had truly struck him to the core.

Seeing Mu Yuansheng who now regarded him as a confidant after just a few words, Qing Yu felt gratified to see his acting skills were still sharp.

"So you are the grandson of Haqi Heaven Monarch. I am Qing Yu of the Zhenwu Sect, and this is my martial uncle Xuanzhen. Greetings, Mr. Xiao Mu," Qing Yu said with a smile.

"Daoist, please don't call me Mr. Xiao Mu. I'm not worthy of the title," Mu Yuansheng replied, slightly embarrassed.

"But the Daoist name does sound quite similar to the rumored Demon Path, doesn't it? That one's also called Qing... Qing Qing Qing..."

Mu Yuansheng stammered as he looked at the white-haired Daoist in front of him, who was also smiling at him.

"...Qing Yu." He finally spoke without stammering.

"I am Qing Yu of the Zhenwu Sect, the very Demon Path that Mr. Xiao Mu just spoke of," Qing Yu said, still smiling.

"Mr. Xiao Mu, in the future, do refrain from speaking ill of the Divinity Realm in front of strangers, not every one of them is as indifferent as I am," Qing Yu said, patting Mu Yuansheng on the shoulder as he and Xuanzhen headed into the city.

Mu Yuansheng stood there, in a daze, staring at the backs of Qing Yu and Xuanzhen, unable to recover for a long time.

"Clap——"

Suddenly, another hand slapped Mu Yuansheng on the shoulder, and an unhappy voice sounded in his ear, "Yuansheng, what are you doing?"

Mu Yuansheng was startled and dumbly spoke to the middle-aged scholar beside him, "Uncle Xun, I met the Demon Path... no, no, I met Master Qingyu."

"Qingyu, that Demon Path..." the middle-aged scholar exclaimed in surprise, "Are you hurt? Did the Demon Path do anything to you?"

Although Qing Yu boasted that his reputation in Northern Zhou was good, in reality, even in Northern Zhou, his reputation wasn't that great.

Especially after promoting women's schools, allowing women to study, the reputation of the Demon Path among scholars became even worse. Stories of them causing chaos and reversing Yin and Yang were rampant; anyway, it was rumored that the Demon Path didn't do anything proper.

"Uncle Xun, I'm fine," Mu Yuansheng finally came to his senses, "Master Qingyu didn't do anything to me. I just feel... feel... those rumors aren't trustworthy. Master Qingyu is not a Demon Path!"

Even though it was just a few short words, Mu Yuansheng realized the bright and unrestrained persona of Master Qingyu. Even when being insulted to his face, this Daoist did not show any sign of anger but rather offered a reminder.

Under the influence of a certain force, Mu Yuansheng couldn't help but develop a great affection for Master Qingyu.

"Whether he's a Demon Path is not for you to decide. Now, let's distribute the porridge," the middle-aged scholar ordered, pointing to the large barrels carried by two people behind them.

As the refugees entered Kaiyuan City, people from the Haqi Alliance, following the orders of their leader, were distributing porridge to the impoverished refugees at the city gate every day, even helping them set up tents outside the city for nighttime rest.

"I just feel it's unfair to wrongfully accuse Master Qingyu. It's not fair to him..."

Mu Yuansheng picked up a ladle, lifted the lid of the barrel, and mumbled to himself, "Master Qingyu, he's a good person..."

"A good person... Ha!" Xuanzhen, who was strolling down the street, couldn't help but laugh.

"I think he's right. I am a good person," Qing Yu glanced at Xuanzhen, said.

Meanwhile, he withdrew the Divine Thought that had focused on Mu Yuansheng, inwardly thinking: 'My skill at influencing is still as effective as ever, this invisible Power of Thought quietly nurtures. It still works so well.'

Of course, he hadn't actually brainwashed Mu Yuansheng, but merely guided him with a little Power of Thought.

"I will send people to help them rebuild their homes. Mu Yuansheng will assist in spreading my reputation, establishing the image a Righteous Sect Leader should have," Qing Yu said leisurely.

"Aren't such calculations tiring?" Xuanzhen followed alongside, asking.

"Living in this world, how can one not be tired? This is just necessary work," Qing Yu replied. "Compared to these refugees, I am much better off. At least I don't have to worry about dying at any moment or about food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. I just need to keep moving forward."

He strode ahead, arriving at a large residence.