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

"What, you don't want to know who your son is!"

Ye Erniang stopped abruptly, her eyes filled with urgency and fear as she looked at Yue Zhuoqun: "You... do you know where my son is?"

“That’s right, he’s right here. I’ll tell you if you tell everyone who the child’s father is.”

"No, I... I can't say..." Ye Erniang refused, but her eyes had already subconsciously glanced at Xuan Ci's location.

At this point, even the slowest people in the room could basically guess that the person was Xuan Ci, and even the Shaolin monks' trust in Xuan Ci began to waver.

Xuan Ci sighed, "A sinful debt, all sinful debts. Second Mother, all these years I didn't know you had borne me a son. I have failed you."

"No, it's my fault. I seduced you." Ye Erniang knelt down abruptly and kowtowed frantically to the crowd of heroes. "All the sins are on me. Don't blame him. Punish me instead..."

"Your own son was stolen, so you snatch other people's children every day to tease them, and then strangle them to death after you've had your fun. Over the past twenty years, countless innocent children have died at your hands. You truly deserve to die." Yue Zhuoqun snorted coldly, then turned to Xuan Ci: "Xuan Ci knew about Ye Erniang's crimes, but for the sake of her own status, position, and reputation, she turned a blind eye. She is equally unforgivable."

Xuan Ci nodded in shame and indignation: "Benefactor Yue is right. This old monk is guilty of many sins and has no face to continue as the abbot of Shaolin. I am willing to accept one hundred lashes as atonement. But before I receive the lashes, could Benefactor Yue please tell this sinful monk the identity of my child?"

Everyone looked expectantly at Yue Zhuoqun; no one could resist the curiosity about such a secret of the martial arts world.

"Your son was burned with nine incense scars on his waist and hips by Ye Erniang. He was later stolen and sent to Shaolin Temple, where he became a little monk named Xuzhu."

"what!"

Among the Shaolin monks, an ugly young monk with a blank expression exclaimed in surprise.

He never imagined that such a momentous event would involve him. Facing the gazes of the monks around him, his face flushed red and he was at a loss for what to do.

"Xuzhu, come forward," Xuanci called out, still somewhat doubtful.

"Yes!" Xu Zhu reluctantly stepped into the arena. Before he could even stand still, Ye Erniang rushed over and pulled his pants down a bit.

Nine incense scar patterns were clearly imprinted on his waist and hips.

"My son, it's my son! I've finally found my son!" Ye Erniang cried bitterly, holding Xuzhu tightly in her arms.

"Mother? You really are my mother, and the abbot is my father?" Xu Zhu's head was spinning, and his emotions were churning from the shock.

He always thought he had no parents, but he never expected that his biological father was right in front of him, whom he could see every day, yet they could not acknowledge each other.

Driven by hatred, the mother kills other people's children every day as revenge.

Tears streamed down her face as she cried out in anguish, "Who snatched my child from my arms? Why did they do this?"

"This brings us back to the bloody battle outside Yanmen Pass. We need to invite the two masterminds to make their appearance." Yue Zhuoqun smiled, his gaze fixed on a hidden corner in the distance: "Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo, aren't you two main characters going to make your appearance?"

Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo?

Weren't those two already dead?

The people in the room were once again jolted, and they all followed Yue Zhuoqun's gaze.

Two masked men, one in black and one in gray, walked out.

"Father, is it really you?"

"Father, you're not dead yet?"

Qiao Feng and Murong Fu asked the question almost at the same time, their eyes filled with excitement.

"Feng'er, it's me."

The two removed their masks, revealing weathered faces.

"Father, since you're still alive, why didn't you tell me? How have you been all these years?"

"Alas, this is a long story."

Murong Fu and Xiao Yuanshan then recounted the events from the Battle of Yanmen Pass in their entirety.

When the truth came out, the room fell silent.

No one expected that the blood feud that had raged in the martial arts world for the past two or three decades was entirely caused by these two.

"The secrets behind this should not be known to outsiders. Yue Zhuoqun, how do you know so much about it and expose it first? What are you plotting?" Murong Bo asked Yue Zhuoqun with a frown.

Chapter 154 Inciting a Battle Among Heroes

"Heh, even if I have ulterior motives, could they be as grand as yours?" Yue Zhuoqun gave Murong Bo a cold, sharp look.

"You..." Murong Bo's expression froze; he really couldn't refute those words.

"The grudges and entanglements among you are all too complicated. Since I'm here today, I'll help you resolve them all!"

Yue Zhuoqun shook his arms, and his powerful aura spread throughout the entire area, making everyone's eyelids twitch.

"Ye Erniang, you murdered children, you deserve to die!"

"Xuan Ci, who led the bloody battle at Yanmen Pass, disobeyed Buddhist precepts, and protected Ye Erniang, deserves to die!"

"Xiao Yuanshan, who stole another's child, killed countless people in Yanmen Pass who knew the truth, and stirred up trouble in the Central Plains martial arts world, deserves to die!"

"Murong Bo secretly orchestrated the bloody battle at Yanmen Pass, causing a series of bloody incidents. He deserves to die!"

"In addition, Yun Zhonghe, Quan Guanqing and their ilk also committed numerous evils and deserved to die."

"All of you, come up here and meet your death!"

As Yue Zhuoqun called out a series of names, the room fell silent, and everyone stared at him blankly, unable to come to their senses.

"Ha, ha ha ha, you have quite the nerve to challenge so many of us in public?" Murong Bo laughed loudly, wondering if he had misheard.

"Is that much?" Yue Zhuoqun asked calmly.

He's prepared for a major battle today, hoping to break through to the Innate Realm with the help of external forces. Even if all these people he's called upon are sent out, it might not be enough.

“Father, this Yue fellow has always been arrogant and never takes anyone in the world seriously. He even broke into Canhe Manor before and stole our Murong family’s martial arts manuals, ruining my important plans several times. Today, let’s join forces and make him lie dead on Shaoshi Mountain,” Murong Fu said.

He harbored resentment towards Yue Zhuoqun, but had avoided him time and again due to his own lack of strength.

With Murong Bo present, he felt emboldened and finally voiced his anger.

"Very well, I have been hiding my identity for so long that the world has long forgotten the prestige of the Murong family of Gusu. Today, it is time to let those who are blind to the power of the Murong family see the might of the Murong family!"

Murong Bo responded loudly, and the father and son exchanged a glance before rushing towards Yue Zhuoqun at the same time.

Murong Bo pointed with both hands, unleashing the Canhe Finger technique, while Murong Fu wielded his longsword, employing the Dragon City Sword Technique.

The father and son working together are indeed formidable in terms of attack power.

But Yue Zhuoqun merely drew a circle in front of him, and Murong Bo's Canhe Finger Force deflected to the side, striking Murong Fu's longsword with a clang.

A sneer played on his lips: "The two of you are far from enough. We need more people!"

With a flick of his sleeves, a powerful surge of innate true energy slammed towards Xiao Yuanshan and his son on the other side.

"What a hero! Feng'er, let's join forces today to fight this enemy!" Xiao Yuanshan said, blocking the attack with his palm.

"Haha, Xiao Feng was just thinking of testing the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect with the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms."

hold head high!

The internal force transformed into a dragon-shaped phantom, striking horizontally.

At the same time, Murong Fu and his son attacked again.

The four experts joined forces, creating a terrifying shockwave that churned and disrupted the air.

"This is getting interesting!" Yue Zhuoqun nodded, activated the Longevity Supreme Technique, and transformed his innate true energy into a wall of energy around his body.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

Four muffled thuds sounded as the four attacks struck the protective aura wall almost simultaneously.

The protective air barrier trembled violently, but unfortunately failed to break.

Seeing this, Yue Zhuoqun pointed out.

Chi!

A blinding divine light streaked across the void, striking Ye Erniang squarely between the eyebrows, sending her flying backward.

"Second mother!"

"mother!"

Xuanci and Xuzhu rushed over and embraced her, but it was too late.

"You bald monk Xuanci, why don't you bring the Shaolin monks to seek revenge against me?"

Xuan Ci stood up with a sorrowful expression: "This old monk owes Second Mother too much, and it is only right that I take revenge. Please accept this move of the Mighty Vajra Palm."

The other senior monks of the Xuan generation from Shaolin Temple behind them exchanged glances: "Should we make a move?"

“Yue Zhuoqun is clearly looking for trouble. Take action for the sake of Shaolin’s stability!” The head of the Disciplinary Hall said through gritted teeth.

"Good!" Instantly, five or six senior monks of the Xuan generation leaped into the arena and joined Xuan Ci in attacking Yue Zhuoqun.

Being surrounded by more than a dozen experts is enough to give anyone a headache.

But Yue Zhuoqun was different. He had experienced this kind of scene too many times. He still felt that the force was not enough. While dispelling the encirclement, he also pointed out with a finger strike.

"Pfft!" The vicious Yun Zhonghe was killed on the spot.

"Duan Yanqing, I have already killed two of the Four Evils. Aren't you going to make a move?"

"Damn it, that bastard surnamed Yue is going too far. I, Yue Lao Er, will fight you to the death."