Time Travel: Ancient Martial Arts Chronicles

The news of the great victory in the raid spread throughout the martial arts world. The market was still bustling, and the various sects were communicating frequently, as if the chaos of the past had disappeared. However, beneath the calm surface, undercurrents were quietly surging.

One day, Lin Yu, a young disciple who had fought in the war, returned home to visit his family. He reached a remote mountain forest as dusk deepened, the fading sunlight shredded by dense foliage, leaving only patches of light and shadow. Just as he was about to find a place to rest, he suddenly heard a faint whisper from the forest. The voice was eerie, as if shredded by the wind, and it carried a familiar yet strangely strange aura of evil.

Lin Yu was startled and quietly drew his sword. He hid behind a tree and stared intently. He saw several remnants of the black-robed men gathered together. They looked disheveled but their eyes were fierce. One of them said bitterly, "Although the leader is dead, it seems that they have left a few pages of our secret book unsealed. If we can find them and practice our evil skills again, there will be hope for revenge!" Another person added, "Humph, the Wulin Alliance is so proud now, they certainly didn't expect that we still have a trick up our sleeve. When our skills recover, we will definitely slaughter them and regain control of the martial arts world!"

Lin Yu's forehead broke out in a cold sweat. After thinking for a moment, he took advantage of the black-robed man's inattention and used his Qinggong skills to quietly return to the Wulin Alliance like a night shadow. After joining the alliance, he went straight to the meeting room and reported what he had seen and heard to the leader and the elders.

The expressions of the heroes in the hall suddenly became stern. The leader's brow showed a hint of worry. He said in a deep voice, "We thought we had eradicated the trouble, but we didn't expect there were still fish that slipped through the net and the root of trouble remained. The evil book of the past was extremely harmful. If a few pages of it fell into the wrong hands, the martial arts world would be in turmoil again." Su Yao stood up and volunteered, "Leader, if that's the case, I am willing to lead a team to track them down quickly. We must not let them succeed!" Ye Wuhen also echoed, "I will go with you. As long as this evil is not eradicated, there will be no peace in the martial arts world. We can't give them a chance to breathe."

After the agreement was reached, Su Yao and Ye Wuhen gathered their elite troops and followed the direction indicated by Lin Yu, rushing away at lightning speed. When they reached the forest, only a few footprints and a extinguished fire were left, and the black-robed man had disappeared. Su Yao leaned over to observe carefully, frowning and said: "They must have left in a hurry not long ago. Their breath is still there. They must have realized that the matter was exposed and wanted to find another hiding place." Ye Wuhen looked around and raised his hand to point to the direction of a fallen grass and trees: "There may be a clue here."

Following the trail, the group arrived at a deserted cave. Moss spread, jagged rocks formed, and the air was filled with the smell of decay. Su Yao, sword drawn, entered the cave sideways, followed closely by the others. The cave was dark and deep, with a faint stench of decay wafting through the air. After advancing a few feet, they encountered a black-robed figure laying a simple defense line, and a sudden burst of hidden arrows. Su Yao danced with her Emei sword, the blade flashing, deflecting the poisonous arrows. The others also used their own methods, blocking with weapons or using their physical skills to evade, steadily advancing.

At the cave's core, the remnants of the black-robed men were gathered together, muttering to themselves over a few fragments of a heretical text, a dark aura swirling around them, attempting to absorb their power. Seeing Su Yao and the others barge in, they flew up in shock and fury, roaring and charging forward. Ye Wuhen's Tai Chi sword slashed in smooth circles, leveraging their opponent's force to counterattack, neutralizing the black-robed men's attacks one by one, chanting, "You've committed countless evil deeds, yet you still dream of making a comeback. Today is the day of your destruction!"

Su Yao seized the opportunity and attacked with a fierce sword strike, focusing on the black-robed man's flaws. Silver light flashed, and blood splattered. The other heroes surrounded him, coordinating tacitly. In just half an incense stick of time, the remnants of the black-robed man were lying on the ground, dead or wounded. Su Yao stepped forward, confiscated the remaining pages of the evil text, and burned them. Watching the ashes fly, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, no disaster has occurred."

When they returned to the alliance to report, the leader nodded in praise: "You all have protected the martial arts world well again this time. However, after this incident, you should know that you must eradicate all evil and prevent disasters before they happen. From now on, we need to send more people to patrol the four directions to prevent evil spirits from breeding again and protect this hard-won peace." Everyone agreed. From then on, there were spies everywhere in the martial arts world, and chivalrous people were always vigilant, so similar hidden dangers were never given the opportunity to germinate. The years passed slowly and everything was as peaceful as before.