Time Travel: Ancient Martial Arts Chronicles

After Su Yao and the others won the battle of the castle, they rested for a while in the local area and then set out on the road to maintain peace in the martial arts world. Along the way, although everyone still had the joy of victory in their hearts, they also knew that the fight against evil forces had just begun, and the future was bound to be full of unknown difficulties and obstacles.

That day, they reached a dense forest. Sunlight filtered through the dense branches and leaves, casting patches of light and shadow on the ground. Birds chirped and streams gurgled all around, creating a peaceful and tranquil scene. However, Su Yao felt a strange sense of unease. She thought to herself, "This place may seem peaceful, but I always feel a subtle sense of oppression looming, as if some danger is about to strike."

Ye Wuhen also noticed the strange atmosphere around them. He whispered, "Everyone, be alert! There might be something fishy going on in this forest." Tang Ying nodded silently, her hands unconsciously reaching for the hidden weapon pouch at her waist. Her fingers gently slid over each hidden weapon, making sure they were all within easy reach. Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes widened, carefully observing every blade of grass and tree around her, not missing any corner where danger might lurk.

Suddenly, the wind roared and the gentle breeze suddenly became fierce, rustling the branches. A powerful and strange aura rushed over like a surging tide, filled with the smell of evil and murder, making everyone's heart tighten.

"Everyone be careful, it seems there's danger approaching again." Su Yao gripped the Emei Sword tightly, the blade trembling slightly, as if sensing the master's nervousness and the pressure of the upcoming battle. Her eyes were like torches, and she looked around vigilantly.

A group of men clad in black robes and wearing ferocious masks slowly emerged. Their steps were perfectly synchronized, each one carrying a force so powerful it shook the ground. Their black robes rustled in the wind, and the aura they exuded was even more potent than the remnants of the evil organization within the castle, as if emanating from the endless darkness of the abyss.

Everyone quickly formed a battle formation. Ye Wuhen stood in the front with the Tai Chi sword across his chest. He whispered, "The people who came this time have ill intentions. I'm afraid a fierce battle is inevitable. These people's aura is extremely strong. We can't be careless at all." Tang Ying silently checked the hidden weapons. His eyes were calm and focused. He was thinking about how to maximize the power of the hidden weapons in the battle to cooperate with Su Yao and Ye Wuhen's melee attacks.

The battle erupted instantly, the black-robed men's attacks fierce and coordinated. Whether it was fists, palms, blades, or swords, every move contained a powerful dark force. Fists whistled, palms shadowed, and swords and sabers shone together, like a net of death enveloping Su Yao and the others.

Su Yao unleashed a continuous stream of exquisite Emei sword techniques, including "Gentle Breeze Brushing Willows," "Dazzling Stars," and "Jade Maiden Shuttle." Her figure was as lithe as a swallow, and the Emei sword danced in her hand, forming a silver curtain of light, attempting to block the black-robed man's attacks. However, the black-robed man was too powerful, and each attack was like a huge rock crashing down, numbing her arm and causing the Emei sword to hum.

Ye Wuhen's Tai Chi swordplay flowed steadily, unleashing techniques like "Wild Horse Spreads its Mane," "White Crane Spreads its Wings," and "Holding the Knees and Twisting the Footstep." He harnessed his inner strength to control the sword, and it seemed to come alive in his hands, either neutralizing the black-robed man's attacks or waiting for an opportunity to strike back. But the black-robed man's attacks, relentless and relentless, gradually strained him, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Tang Ying seized the opportunity and launched his hidden weapons like meteors at the black-robed figure. "Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Each weapon whistled through the air with a sharp whistling sound. But the black-robed figure seemed prepared, blocking with their weapons or dodging to the side. Most of the hidden weapons missed their targets, though a few grazed the hem of the black-robed figure's clothing, sending up a few sparks.

Lin Xiaoxiao stood there, utterly anxious. She knew that if this continued, they would surely be defeated. She observed the battlefield situation while pondering the patterns and weaknesses of the black-robed men's attacks. Suddenly, she realized that while their attacks seemed disorganized, they actually had a subtle rhythm. Every few moves, they paused briefly, as if adjusting their strength or shifting their formations.

"Sister Su Yao, Brother Ye, their attacks have a rhythm, and they pause every few moves. We can use this opportunity to counterattack!" Lin Xiaoxiao shouted loudly.

Su Yao and Ye Wuhen were struck by this. While fending off the black-robed man's attacks, they observed this rhythm. Sure enough, when the black-robed man paused again, Su Yao's swordsmanship shifted, unleashing the "Telepathic Insight" of Emei swordsmanship. He took an unconventional approach, prioritizing the agility and flexibility of the blade tip, aiming for the enemy's vital points and weaknesses. Ye Wuhen also took a deep breath, unleashing the "Yin and Yang" of Tai Chi swordsmanship to its fullest potential. His swordplay was no longer solely defensive; it contained a fierce counterattack within it. Every block he blocked could be transformed into an attack, leaving the enemy with a difficult time to predict.

Tang Ying changed the firing rhythm and angle of the hidden weapons, no longer attacking blindly, but coordinating with Su Yao and Ye Wuhen's rhythm, targeting the enemy when they were distracted. For a time, the counterattack was very effective, and the black-robed men were thrown into disarray. Several were even injured by Su Yao and Ye Wuhen's swords, and black blood seeped through the black robes, emitting a pungent smell.

But the leader of the black-robed men, upon seeing this, snorted coldly and quickly formed a strange hand seal with his hands. In an instant, the aura of the black-robed men surged again, and their attacks became more frantic and fierce, like enraged beasts.

Su Yao and the others struggled to hold on, and wounds gradually appeared on their bodies, and blood stained their clothes red. Their physical strength was also constantly depleted, their movements began to slow down, and their breathing became more and more rapid.

Just as everyone was in dire straits, a melodious flute note suddenly rang out from the sky. The sound was ethereal yet imbued with immense power, as if it came from the distant horizon, as if it had traversed the vast expanse of time and space. Upon hearing the flute, the black-robed figures panicked for a moment, and their attacks paused.

Immediately afterwards, a white figure darted among the black-robed men like lightning. Its longsword swung like a dragon, each thrust radiating a dazzling light. Wherever it struck, the black-robed men fell, their bodies ripped apart by an invisible force, instantly reduced to dust.

In a moment, the crisis was over. Su Yao and the others looked toward the white figure, only to discover a mysterious swordsman with a stern face and an extraordinary aura. He was dressed in a white robe as white as snow, fluttering in the wind. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, his black hair casually tied back. His sword-like brows and star-like eyes shone with a cold and profound aura.

"Thank you for your help, may I ask your name?" Ye Wuhen saluted with a fist, his voice filled with a hint of fatigue and gratitude.

The mysterious swordsman nodded slightly and said, "I am just a passerby. Seeing you fight for justice, I can't bear to stand by and watch. This evil force hides a greater conspiracy. You must quickly travel to Yunwu Peak to find a hidden master who may be able to help you."

Su Yao stepped forward and asked, "I wonder what the conspiracy behind this is? Who is the hidden master of Yunwu Peak? Why can he help us? "

The mysterious swordsman glanced at her and slowly spoke, "This evil force is a branch of an ancient evil organization. They attempt to gather several ancient artifacts, open the Dark Portal, and unleash the demonic power within in order to rule the entire martial arts world and even the world. The reclusive master of Yunwu Peak is someone who once had connections with this evil organization and is fully aware of its secrets and weaknesses."

Lin Xiaoxiao frowned and said, "Ancient artifacts? What are those things? Why have I never heard of them?"

The mysterious swordsman sighed softly and said, "Ancient artifacts are treasures left over from ancient times, each one possessing the power to destroy heaven and earth. For example, the Chaos Bell can control time and space; the Pangu Axe can create the world; and the Nuwa Stone can bring back the dead. Most of these artifacts have long been lost in the long river of history, but this evil organization has somehow found the whereabouts of several of them and is fully engaged in searching for the rest."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. They knew the seriousness of the matter. If the evil organization succeeded, the entire martial arts world and even the world would be plunged into endless darkness and disaster.

Ye Wuhen pondered for a moment and said, "Then we will set off for Yunwu Peak immediately. However, the journey will surely be fraught with danger. I wonder if you are willing to join us?"

The mysterious swordsman shook his head and said, "I have other things to deal with and cannot go with you. But I believe that with your own wisdom and courage, you will be able to overcome many difficulties. Remember, time is running out and you must get to Yunwu Peak as soon as possible." After that, the mysterious swordsman disappeared in a flash.

Su Yao and the others looked at each other in bewilderment. Although they were skeptical about the mysterious swordsman's words, they also knew that the current situation was serious. After a brief discussion, they decided to head towards Yunwu Peak.

On their way to Yunwu Peak, they encountered all kinds of difficulties and dangers. There were steep and dangerous mountain roads where one could easily fall into an abyss if not careful; there were turbulent rivers whose icy waters cut their skin like sharp blades; and there were ferocious wild beasts that stared at them with eager eyes, ready to attack at any time.

But everyone never gave up, they supported and encouraged each other. Su Yao relied on her superb swordsmanship to kill many beasts; Ye Wuhen used his inner strength to keep everyone warm and protect them from the cold river; Tang Ying used hidden weapons to explore the way for everyone and eliminate hidden dangers; Lin Xiaoxiao fully utilized her wisdom to find a safe route and a way to solve the difficulties.

Finally, they arrived at the foot of Yunwu Peak. The peak towered into the clouds, its upper half shrouded in mist, resembling a fairyland. But everyone knew that within this mist lay hidden unknown challenges and adventures.

They slowly ascended the winding mountain road, flanked by a variety of exotic flowers, plants, and trees, some gleaming with faint light, others emitting bursts of fragrance. Occasionally, they could see rare animals darting through the trees, as if welcoming them.

However, as they advanced deeper into Yunwu Peak, a mysterious force began to envelop them. Their vision blurred, and their sense of direction gradually faded. They could only rely on their senses and Lin Xiaoxiao's judgment to continue forward.

Suddenly, a huge stone gate appeared in front of them. The stone gate was engraved with various mysterious runes and patterns, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

"The runes on this stone gate seem to contain some kind of mechanism. We can't act rashly." Lin Xiaoxiao said as he carefully observed the stone gate.

Su Yao walked forward and gently touched the runes on the stone door, trying to feel the mystery in it. Ye Wuhen closed his eyes and used his internal force to explore the situation around the stone door.

Tang Ying said, "Does it require a specific password or token to open this stone door?"

Just as everyone was racking their brains, Lin Xiaoxiao suddenly discovered a small groove on the stone door. The shape of the groove was very similar to the jade pendant she was carrying. With an idea in mind, she took out the jade pendant and placed it in the groove.

In an instant, the stone door slowly opened, and a dazzling light shone from within. Everyone cautiously entered the stone doorway, only to discover a vast cavern within. The cavern was inlaid with various gemstones, gleaming with a multicolored light, illuminating the cavern like daylight.

In the center of the cave sat a white-haired old man with a kind face and deep eyes, as if he knew everything in the world.

"You are finally here." The old man slowly opened his eyes and said.

Su Yao and others hurried forward to greet them. Ye Wuhen said, "I heard that you can help us fight against evil forces, so I came to ask for your advice."

The old man nodded slightly and said, "I already know your purpose. The evil organization's plot is truly terrifying. To stop them, you must first find the Chaos Bell and prevent them from gathering the other artifacts. As far as I know, the Chaos Bell is sealed in a mysterious ancient tomb located in the heart of a deadly desert, filled with all sorts of traps and evil creatures. Do you have the courage to go there?"

Su Yao said firmly: "For the peace and tranquility of Wulin, we will go there at all costs."

The old man looked at them, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Okay, in that case, I will give you some treasures to help you." After that, the old man waved his hand, and several treasures emitting light flew in front of everyone.

Su Yao got a sword that can enhance her internal strength, Ye Wuhen got a secret book of internal skills, Tang Ying got a set of sharper and more accurate hidden weapons, and Lin Xiaoxiao got a spiritual bead that can enhance her wisdom and insight.

"Thank you for your generous gift, senior." Everyone said gratefully.

The old man said, "Go, children. May you succeed in stopping the evil forces and saving the martial arts world from disaster."

Su Yao and the others bid farewell to the old man, carrying with them the firm belief and the treasures bestowed by the old man, and walked out of the cave, heading towards the desert of death. Their legendary story continues to be written...