The Villain's Counterattack

Wu Zun Bi Xuan suffered a crushing defeat!

As the saying goes, if you seek benevolence, you will get benevolence; if you seek a beating, you will get a beating. Bi Xuan was proud, so he said the harshest words and received the most painful beating.

There were no internal injuries, and apart from a bruised face and nose, there was basically no visible external injury anywhere else. However, his clothes were torn into rags by Xiaoyaozi. If he had not admitted defeat early, he would have left naked.

If he doesn't fight seriously, he really doesn't know how big the gap is between himself and the top masters of the same level.

In this fight, I was really serious in my rage and even used all my strength, but was the other party really serious?

It was precisely because the opponent played him around without taking him seriously that Bi Xuan felt deep despair. The gap was so huge that he saw no hope of winning or catching up.

"How long has it been since you last improved your martial arts?" Xiaoyaozi (Yang Xuyan) said calmly, his eyes gleaming with an inexplicable light. "You are a Turkic martial arts master, not a Turkic thug slave. The Turkic people are your starting point, a stepping stone to take off, not a quagmire to constrain you. If you fail to see this, you will end up like Fu Cailin, stuck here for the rest of your life, unable to make an inch of progress."

Bi Xuan was shocked when he heard this, and the figure of the gentleman swordsman Yue Buqun emerged in his mind. Although the elegant and easy-going handsome man outside Chang'an City that day did not bring him as much pressure as the Taoist in front of him, the shock was no less.

Regarding the systematic promotion of Grand Masters, the public statement is that it comes from the Gentleman Sword Yue Buqun, but Bi Xuan knows that this is definitely a secret summarized by the five hermit elders. As for why it was made public, it is probably because they want more Grand Masters to appear in the Central Plains.

Everyone has selfish desires, and I am even more so. The Turkic Martial Lord suppressed the grassland. Except for the Turkic masters, all those who had the hope of becoming a grandmaster would be suppressed by him. Although he would not kill them, he would definitely hinder or even cut off their path and hope of becoming a grandmaster. Tiele Flying Eagle Qu Ao was the best example.

Two completely different attitudes lead to completely different results.

Grandmasters in the Central Plains have been promoted one after another. Not to mention the Evil King who was promoted before him, there are also Queen Yin Zhu Yuyan, Duke Chu Yang Xuangan, Gentleman Sword Yue Buqun, Buddhist disciple Yin Zhao, and Yin Gui Saint Girl Kan Kan. These are only the grandmasters who have surfaced. Are there any more in secret?

Bi Xuan can be sure that there must be one.

Not to mention the Five Hermit Elders, even the last-ranked Gentleman Sword Yue Buqun was promoted, let alone the others. Bi Xuan seriously suspected that Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty who faked his death was very likely to have been promoted to Grandmaster as well. In addition to him, there were also Song Que of the Heavenly Sword and Yang Xuyan, Duke of Liao.

Both of them were high-ranking officials with amazing martial arts and military strategies, especially the Duke of Liao, Yang Xuyan, who was a master of martial arts and full of cunning. He was stationed in the northern border and dominated the grasslands. Even the Turks did not dare to offend him and even gave in everywhere, fearing that they would be plotted against if they were not careful.

Not to mention the three great masters, Ning Daoqi from the Central Plains, the Goguryeo sword master Fu Cailin and himself, the Turkic martial arts master, almost became their stepping stones for promotion to grandmaster. The sword demon Dugu Qiubai was stationed in Liaodong, and every year he would set up a competition on the Yalu River to challenge Fu Cailin. Duke of Chu Yang Xuangan, Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty, and King Yang Xiu of Shu had all challenged him.

As for Yang Xuangan, the Duke of Liao, he had never missed either of the two Grand Masters. Before he was promoted to Grand Master, he was unable to do anything to him, and now he was afraid that he would be even less able to do so.

They all served the country, so why didn’t Yang Xuyan, the Duke of Liao, Dugu Qiubai, and Yue Buqun face the same bottleneck as I do now?

Bi Xuan was not a rigid person. When he realized that there was a huge gap between himself and the Taoist in front of him and that the other party had no intention of killing him, he put aside his arrogance and asked humbly for advice.

"The paths are different." Xiaoyaozi said nonchalantly, "Dugu Qiubai is not working for Liaodong. He is just leveraging Liaodong's power to challenge the sword master Fu Cailin. He will still be defeated, especially in terms of the success or failure of the sword."

"Gentleman Sword Yue Buqun seeks a heart of steel and loyalty. Although he has fought for the Han people of the Central Plains many times, he has remained outside the court, seeking only to have a clear conscience, or rather, a peace of mind."

"As for the Duke of Liao, his Tao is the Tao of a lord. He can act as a king when advancing, or as a defender of his homeland when retreating. The Tao of these three people is fully reflected in their status and titles. As the saying goes, there are wrong names, but no wrong nicknames. This is exactly the truth."

"However..." Xiaoyaozi stared at Bi Xuan and said, "Are you a Turkic Martial Master, a Turkic State Master, or a Turkic Protector? Or perhaps, a Turkic thug?"

"How did you achieve enlightenment? Did you stick to your own path? How far have you gone?" Xiaoyaozi's questions came one after another, and Wu Zun Bi Xuan's head was buzzing.

Who am I? What am I doing? What do I want?

What is my Tao?

The aura on his body became disordered, sometimes high and sometimes low, rising and falling unpredictably. Bi Xuan's face also kept changing, from iron blue to pale, red, and finally turned into a pale yellow. The aura of the whole person slowly weakened, and at the same time, it was slowly calming down.

"I am Bi Xuan, the Turkic Martial Lord Bi Xuan!" Bi Xuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes blazing with light, and he spoke firmly, word for word, "My way is martial arts, fire, yang, fighting, and battle!"

With a "whoosh" sound, a faint fiery red suddenly appeared around Bi Xuan, and the whole person seemed to have undergone an inexplicable transformation. The original decadence turned into a dazzling light accompanied by a howling wind, scorching hot and oppressive.

"Pa! Pa! Pa!" Xiaoyaozi couldn't help but applaud upon seeing this. He clapped his hands gently, the sound was not loud but it easily dissolved Bi Xuan's imposing pressure, and even interrupted his endless rise in imposingness without affecting his state.

The rhythm was controlled by Xiaoyaozi almost instantly. Martial Master Bi Xuan took a deep breath, and it seemed as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his body. With a burst of air, three feet of white mist with a hint of fiery red flew into the air, and then slowly dissipated.

Bi Xuan suddenly bowed deeply to Xiaoyaozi and said, "Bi Xuan is the Turkic Martial Lord. This was true before, is true now, and will always be true in the future. It is my duty to protect the Turkic people. However, unless the country and the clan are in danger of being annihilated, I will not take action again. I am the Turkic Martial Lord, not a Turkic thug!"

After saying this, he turned and left, so fast that in the blink of an eye only a small black dot remained. A loud voice came from the distance: "Next Mid-Autumn Festival, at the top of Mount Tai, I will definitely ask the Taoist priest for advice again. Please don't hesitate to teach me."

Watching Bi Xuan's receding figure, Xiaoyaozi (Yang Xuyan) smiled with a faint smile, shaking his head and saying, "You're pretending quite well, but it's a pity that when your Dao heart is shaken, it's still a shaken Dao heart. You've been too deeply influenced by the Turks, and it's difficult to break free. When the Turks prosper, you prosper; when the Turks fall, you decline. Can the Turks today still be called the overlords of the grasslands?"

"You're no match for me now, not even the Evil King can defeat you. Even my uncle, the emperor who faked his death, could remain undefeated against you." Xiaoyaozi sighed. "This is what it's like to be a Grandmaster deeply bound to your country. In the original novel, you ultimately lost to Kou Zhong, not simply because of your inferior martial arts, but because the Turks at that time were no match for the Central Plains. The defeat of your country led to a defeat of power, and ultimately a defeat of strength."

"It's like this for you, Fu Cailin, Lu Miaozi, Wang Tong, and Madam Dongming. Relying on external forces will eventually lead to repayment. The price is a bit too high, and there is no hope of breaking it in this lifetime."