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

“Yes…yes…” Yang Lianting murmured subconsciously.

"With Alliance Leader Yue here in person, you are not allowed to be rude!"

Just then, Dongfang Bubai's voice came from behind: "Alliance Leader Yue, there's no need to make things difficult for my subordinates. Please come in and have a chat."

Yue Zhuoqun then released his grip and strode toward the source of the sound.

Bao Dachu and the others quickly parted to make way, and no one dared to stop them anymore.

Yang Lianting collapsed to the ground with a thud, his eyes glazed over, and a foul stench emanated from his groin.

The Three Styles of Martial Arts – Soul Searching and Spirit Stealing!

His spirit has been severely damaged, and he can only live as a foolish simpleton from now on.

Dongfang Bubai's residence was like a palace, magnificent and splendid.

Once inside, you'll find it filled with colorful curtains.

She was sitting on a spacious chair, needle and thread in her hands, embroidering dragons and phoenixes on a red cloth.

At this moment, Dongfang Bubai was no longer dressed as she had been on the cliff. She was now wearing a long red dress embroidered with beautiful patterns.

Every smile and frown exudes ultimate charm.

Chapter 75 West Lake Plum Manor

"The Eastern Cult Leader seems to have quite the leisurely pursuits, not planning any grand imperial ambitions but instead embroidering flowers," Yue Zhuoqun said with a smile, showing no sign of formality as he stepped forward to examine him.

"Imperial ambitions? Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?" Dongfang Bubai said irritably.

When she seized the position of leader of the Sun Moon Cult, she was indeed ambitious and wanted to accomplish great things.

It's not that I want to conquer the world, but that I want to unify the martial arts world.

Even when the disciples of the sect pay homage to her, they chant: "The sun rises in the east, I am invincible, I am accomplished in both literature and martial arts, the best in the world, I will unify the martial world for thousands of years, the Sun Moon Divine Sect, Dongfang Bubai, long live the sect leader, long live, long live ten thousand years."

This slogan was shouted with more domineering force than when the emperor was being received in court.

The only one who could rival him was probably the Starry Sky Immortal.

However, after becoming the leader of the sect, his temperament gradually changed due to his cultivation of the Sunflower Manual. His pursuit of unifying the martial arts world faded, and he instead developed a fondness for needlework, indulging in embroidery every day.

Even the affairs of the sect were left to Yang Lianting to manage, and he might not even show his face once a year.

The last time I left Blackwood Cliff was because of Qu Yang and He Hongyao, and as a result, I was defeated again in the battle with Yue Zhuoqun.

I recently heard that Yue Zhuoqun went on a killing spree on Mount Song, not only regaining his position as leader of the Five Mountains Sword Alliance, but also sweeping through Shaolin Temple, forcing it to close its doors for a hundred years.

This completely extinguished her obsession with unifying the martial arts world.

If it doesn't dissipate, are we supposed to face Yue Buqun and get beaten up?

"Ha ha!"

Yue Zhuoqun sensed the resentment in her tone and consciously changed the subject: "The dragon and phoenix embroidery by the sect leader is quite good."

"Hehe, you want to learn? I'll teach you!"

Yue Zhuoqun's expression froze, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Teach me?

Should we start by castrating ourselves to learn the Sunflower Manual?

The Eastern Cult Leader is being mischievous!

Seeing Yue Zhuoqun's humiliation, Dongfang Bubai felt much better. He leaned back lazily and asked with a smile:

"Speak, what brings the dignified Alliance Leader Yue to my Demonic Sect's headquarters all by himself?"

"I would like to trouble the Eastern Cult Leader to take me to see Ren Woxing."

"Why did you see him?" Dongfang Bubai wondered.

She knew that more than ten years ago, in the battle at the foot of Blackwood Cliff, Yue Zhuoqun was easily defeated by Ren Woxing.

But given Yue Zhuoqun's current martial arts skills and demeanor, it's unlikely he would go out of his way to find Ren Woxing again to avenge his previous humiliation!

"Yue recently obtained a mental cultivation technique to restrain absorption techniques and wanted to test its effectiveness."

Dongfang Bubai nodded in understanding and didn't ask any more questions: "Ren Woxing is imprisoned by me at Plum Manor in West Lake, guarded by the Four Friends of Jiangnan. Let me take you there!"

"If the leader is willing to personally lead the way, that would be the best outcome."

After tidying up briefly, Dongfang Bubai summoned Bao Dachu to give him instructions on matters concerning the sect.

Yang Lianting's spirit was severely damaged by Yue Zhuoqun's soul-searching and mind-stealing, and she had become an idiot. The loyal Bao Dachu naturally became the person she trusted the most.

After making the arrangements, the two of them descended Blackwood Cliff together and headed towards Hangzhou.

The distance from Heimu Cliff to Hangzhou is not short; even riding a horse at full speed would take several days.

Fortunately, the two chatted about secrets of the martial arts world along the way, so they didn't feel bored.

Seven days later, the two arrived at West Lake safely, where Plum Manor was built on the shore.

Upon receiving the report, the Four Friends of Jiangnan rushed out to greet him, but knelt down with a thud just a few meters away from Dongfang Bubai.

"Your subordinate respectfully welcomes the Master. The Master is accomplished in both literature and martial arts, the best in the world, and will unify the martial arts world for thousands of years. Long live the Master! Long live the Master! Long live the Master!"

Dongfang Bubai waved his hand impatiently: "Alright, get up now!"

She hadn't thought there was anything wrong with such slogans before, but now that Yue Zhuoqun was standing next to her, she felt inexplicably ashamed.

Along the way, she and Yue Zhuoqun sparred several more times, and she was thoroughly defeated.

Previously on the Thousand-Foot Cliff, although I was slightly outmatched, it was still acceptable to say it was a draw.

To claim to be number one in the world now is truly self-deception.

Seeing Yue Zhuoqun's barely suppressed smirk only intensified her frustration. She glared at him irritably, then explained to the Four Friends of Jiangnan:

"This is Yue Buqun, the leader of the alliance."

The Four Friends of Jiangnan were shocked by what they heard, filled with disbelief.

One is the leader of the Sun Moon Sect, and the other is the leader of the Five Mountains Sword Alliance. They were originally enemies, so how did they come together?

Moreover, judging from their expressions, they seem to have a fairly close relationship.

Surprised, but not daring to slack off in the slightest, he quickly cupped his hands and said, "I have long admired Alliance Leader Yue's name, and seeing him today, I can see that he truly has the demeanor of a grandmaster."

The Four Friends of Jiangnan are Huang Zhonggong, Hei Baizi, Tu Biweng, and Dan Qingsheng. The four are martial arts masters in the literary and artistic circles, and their martial arts skills are unique.

Huang Zhonggong is the eldest of the four and the master of Plum Manor. He is passionate about music and skilled in swordsmanship.

His unique skill is the Seven-String Invisible Sword. He infuses his inner energy into the sound of the zither to disturb the enemy's mind, causing the enemy's inner energy to resonate with the sound of the zither, and they will fall into a state of unconsciousness. At this time, his sword moves will be launched swiftly.

Hei Baizi, on the other hand, loved Go and used the black and white stones as hidden weapons to injure people; his technique was called Xuan Tian Zhi (Mysterious Heaven Finger).

Bald-Brush Old Man was a great lover of calligraphy. He used a judge's pen to strike people's pressure points according to ancient calligraphy.

Dan Qingsheng loved calligraphy and painting, and his specialty was the Splashed Ink and Hemp-fiber Sword Technique.

The four of them incorporated their hobbies into martial arts, and their skills were quite formidable, making them a group of extraordinary talents in the martial arts world.

Yue Zhuoqun nodded and smiled, "You four are too kind. I came here to meet Ren Woxing, and I will need your help later."

Huang Zhonggong and the other three paused, then looked hesitantly at Dongfang Bubai.

Without Dongfang Bubai's approval, they dared not agree rashly.

"I have agreed to this. Lead the way!"

"Yes!"

The four then turned around and walked towards the place where Ren Woxing was imprisoned.

There is a tunnel in Plum Manor that leads directly to the bottom of West Lake, where Ren Woxing was imprisoned.

After walking several hundred meters through the dark tunnel, a secret room appeared at the end.

The door, made of steel, was incredibly heavy, with only a small opening the size of a bowl.

Hei Baizi took out a special key, twisted it on the large iron gate for a moment, and the heavy iron gate creaked open.

The room was dark, damp, eerie, and terrifying, with no clear view of the surroundings.

The sound of chains suddenly came from the darkness, followed by a powerful suction force. Caught off guard, Hei Baizi was sucked in.

Terrified, he cried out, "Master, save me!"

Dongfang Bubai flashed inside like a ghost, shooting out several silver needles.

Ding Ding Ding!

The iron chain collided with the silver needle, and only then did Hei Baizi break free of the attraction, sitting down heavily on the ground, his head covered in cold sweat.

Only after Huang Zhonggong and the others lit torches could they see the specific situation inside.

A burly old man sat on the stone slab, his disheveled hair covering his face, leaving only a pair of piercing eyes visible.

His limbs were bound by iron chains as thick as an arm, the other end of which was embedded in the stone wall.

Although he looked disheveled and down on his luck, his domineering aura was undeniable.