Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

"No, there are also sword techniques that the Huashan School has lost!"

Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi, who were standing nearby, felt their hands and feet go cold and their breathing become rapid.

Is this still the Yue Buqun they know?

The young people and children standing behind the two were watching with great excitement and enthusiasm.

They were the descendants of Feng Buping and his two sons, as well as apprentices taken in by the village.

Although I followed along to learn the Huashan sword technique, I never experienced the atmosphere of sword qi battles in the Huashan School, nor did I have any idea of ​​defeating the Qi Sect.

Seeing Yue Buqun suppress Feng Buping, he was not too upset, but rather excited.

After all, Feng Buping and the other two kept mentioning the Huashan Sect, and they were also influenced to identify themselves as disciples of Huashan.

Yue Buqun's strength proves that the martial arts of Mount Hua are powerful; we should be proud of that.

Seeing that the situation was about right, Yue Zhuoqun suddenly sheathed his sword, stepped forward, his face glowing with purple light, and unleashed a powerful palm strike.

Bang!

Feng Buping hastily met the palm strike, and was immediately blasted back seven or eight meters, his blood boiling.

"Senior Brother Feng, are you convinced now?"

First strike with swordsmanship, then suppress with internal energy. Now you can tell the difference between the two kings!

Feng Buping's face burned with shame and indignation.

"My defeat at your hands is due to my lack of skill, not because the Sword Sect is inferior to the Qi Sect."

I have disgraced the Sword Sect's predecessors, and I will now atone with my death!

Completely crushed by Yue Zhuoqun, his Dao heart collapsed under the blow. He felt he had no face to live in the world as a successor of the Sword Sect, so he drew his sword and slashed at his neck.

"Brother!"

"Master!"

Cheng Buyou and the others behind him exclaimed in surprise. They hadn't expected him to be so decisive, and it was too late to stop him.

laugh!

Clang~

In a flash of light, Yue Zhuoqun was already close in, and with a wave of his hand, he knocked his longsword away.

"you……"

"Can't I even beg for death? Do you still want to humiliate me?"

"Foolish! You still can't let go after all these years!"

Yue Zhuoqun shouted with his inner strength, which shocked everyone.

Chapter 11 Killing Four Birds with One Stone, Rewarding One-Finger Divine Skill

Not to mention that Yue Zhuoqun's internal strength has improved rapidly during this period with the help of the system.

It was the old Yue who, because he focused on cultivating his internal strength, surpassed the three sword sect successors, including Feng Buping.

His deep shout, imbued with inner strength, exploded in everyone's ears like a thunderclap, leaving them stunned.

Even Feng Buping forgot his suicidal tendencies, staring blankly at Yue Zhuoqun, and subconsciously asked, "Wh-what do you mean?"

"What's the meaning?

Have you forgotten the tragedy that occurred on Jade Maiden Peak fifteen years ago?

Yue Zhuoqun said with great distress:

"Back then, our Mount Hua was so magnificent, with over a thousand formal disciples, including more than thirty top-tier masters."

As the leader of the Five Mountains Sword Alliance, who in the martial arts world wouldn't give him a thumbs up?

"Just because of a strange sword energy battle that lasted for decades, fellow disciples killed each other, blood stained Jade Maiden Peak, and corpses were everywhere on Mount Hua."

Only a few of us from the "Bu" generation survived, and our master and uncles were almost all lost, with only Uncle Feng Qingyang remaining, who then sealed his sword and went into seclusion in the back mountains.

Over the years, I don't know how many times I've dreamt of that tragic day, waking up from nightmares.

He devoted himself to managing Mount Hua every day with utmost care and diligence, fearing that his disciples might repeat the mistakes of the past.

"But what about you? You left when the sect was at its lowest point, and even after fifteen years, you still can't let go of your ideological differences."

Just because they were defeated by me, they're trying to kill themselves!

"Mount Hua bestowed upon you all your martial arts skills, and this is how you repay them?"

"If you make any contributions that benefit the sect, I would not only admit that the Qi Sect is inferior to the Sword Sect, but I would also be willing to hand over the position of sect leader!"

Feng Buping and the other two shuddered, their faces burning with embarrassment, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

Thinking about it carefully, they really have been agonizing over the sword energy battle.

After losing the competition, he left Mount Hua on the spot, never even considering whether the Mount Hua Sect would perish as a result.

Even during those fifteen years of seclusion, all he thought about was when to find an opportunity for revenge, not how to repay his sect.

On the contrary, Yue Buqun, the Qi Sect successor whom he looked down upon, diligently managed Mount Hua and prevented the sect from being destroyed.

Not only were they defeated by Yue Buqun in martial arts, but their character and temperament were also completely ruined!

"Snapped!"

"We have failed the sect's nurturing!"

"Snapped!"

"We have failed our master and the ancestors of Mount Hua!"

"Snapped!"

"We are the unfilial disciples of Mount Hua!"

Feng Buping and the other two grown men felt so guilty towards Yue Zhuoqun that they slapped each other across the face three times.

Yue Buqun's lips curled slightly, but he quickly suppressed it, replacing it with a look of satisfaction.

"A prodigal son who returns is more precious than gold; a man who can admit his mistakes and correct them is a true hero!"

Mount Hua is in the midst of a revitalization effort and needs manpower everywhere.

If you three senior brothers want to make amends, then come back!

The gates of Mount Hua are always open to you.

Feng Buping and the other two stared wide-eyed, their expressions a mixture of gratitude and worry:

"Is there still a place for us unfilial disciples of the Sword Sect to stay on Mount Hua?"

Even if my junior brother is magnanimous and doesn't hold a grudge, won't our return cause another clash of sword energies?

"Senior brother is overthinking it."

Yue Zhuoqun smiled confidently:

"I have reformed Mount Hua now, and the concepts of Qi Sect and Sword Sect have been downplayed."

Disciples of Mount Hua are, in essence, human beings.

Internal strength, swordsmanship, palm techniques, fist techniques, and lightness skills are all just means. A qualified disciple must abandon ideological disputes and focus on both internal and external strength.

Even if you return to Mount Hua, you must abandon the practice of exclusively focusing on swordsmanship.

The three of them were stunned.

If that's really the case, how harmonious and joyful the Huashan Sect must be right now!

My heart started pounding for no reason; I really couldn't wait to go back and see.

"Can we really go back? Aren't you afraid I'll challenge you to the position of sect leader?"

"I already said, if you have this ability, I will hand over the position of sect leader to you without hesitation!"

Feng Buping felt conflicted.

He had planned more than once to reclaim the position of sect leader of Mount Hua from Yue Buqun, but Yue Buqun was even willing to step down for the sake of Mount Hua.

His magnanimity and breadth of mind far surpass my own.

"Junior Brother Yue truly lives up to his name as the Gentleman Swordsman. I was judging a gentleman by my own petty standards."

Feng Buping bowed respectfully in reverence:

"After I've taken care of things in the village, I'll go back to Mount Hua in two days. If what my junior brother said is true, I'm willing to serve Mount Hua again."

In truth, he had already decided to return to Mount Hua, for that was his home.

After so many years of fighting in the sword energy, it would be too much for him to directly submit and pledge allegiance. He needed a buffer excuse.

Yue Zhuoqun naturally saw through his thoughts, but did not expose him, and nodded with a smile:

"Then I'll return to Mount Hua and wait for you all to go home. Farewell!"

"Have a safe journey, Sect Leader!"