The Heavens: From Film and Mythology to Conquering Myriad Realms

Because Lu Yao appeared to be a young man, the Sweeper Monk did not associate Lu Yao with a Grandmaster.

He was more convinced that Lu Yao had practiced some kind of martial art that could conceal his aura, but he still wanted to confirm it.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yao's true energy immediately surged, and a powerful aura swept outwards, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Those who were relatively close couldn't help but squint and use their sleeves to shield themselves from the swirling dust.

The martial arts practitioners standing nearby did not sense the power of Lu Yao's true energy, because they could also produce such a cloud of smoke.

However, the sweeping monk who had been observing Lu Yao suddenly changed his expression and stared intently at Lu Yao.

"I never expected that you, benefactor, would have reached such a level of martial arts at such a young age."

Based on the fluctuations in Lu Yao's true energy just now, the Sweeping Monk had already determined Lu Yao's realm and strength.

To his utter surprise, Lu Yao was actually a Grandmaster!

Grandmasters are the pinnacle of the martial arts world; any sect that sends out a Grandmaster can ensure its prosperity for a hundred years.

Shaolin has been passed down from generation to generation thanks to the existence of its grandmasters.

"You flatter me, Master. It's just a matter of talent."

Lu Yao chuckled lightly. He was displaying his strength so that he could have an equal dialogue with the Sweeper Monk.

"Since you have spoken, do you have some thoughts on this?"

The sweeping monk's mind raced as he tried to guess Lu Yao's purpose.

“That’s right. I just saw the master’s handling of the matter, and naturally there was nothing missing.”

"But coincidentally, I have cultivated a bewitching martial art that can make people tell the truth, so Qiao Feng doesn't need to go to great lengths to investigate."

Murong Bo managed to find an excuse, and the Sweeper Monk was willing to spare his life, which allowed Murong Bo to escape this calamity.

However, Lu Yao did not want to go through such trouble. Although the Nine Yin Manual could no longer keep up with his pace, the power of a Grandmaster in activating the Bewitching Technique was still extremely strong.

With Lu Yao having just drained almost all of Murong Bo's true energy, Murong Bo was even less able to withstand the torture of the Bewitching Technique.

"Is this practice contrary to natural law and morality?"

When it came to his father, Murong Fu, despite the pressure, asked Lu Yao a question in return.

"The innocent will clear themselves; do you have a better way?"

Lu Yao glanced at Murong Fu indifferently, his tone perfectly calm.

"Then... we will do as Master Lu says."

When Murong Fu saw Lu Yao's calm and expressionless eyes, his scalp tingled, and he dared not say anything more.

"In that case, please make your move."

The sweeping monk nodded, indicating his agreement with Lu Yao's method.

After all, he was also a member of Shaolin. If Murong Bo had really schemed against Shaolin, he would not have let Murong Bo off the hook.

Besides, Murong Bo was just a guinea pig, far less important than the reputation of Shaolin.

"No, no, no! You can't do this! This is demonic art, an evil path!"

Although Murong Bo did not know how powerful the Bewitching Martial Art was, he still did not want to be interrogated like this.

Judging from Lu Yao's performance just now, he is clearly very strong. Such a powerful person would not make empty promises.

If I were to actually speak out about what happened back then, how could I possibly survive?

"It's not up to you."

Lu Yao didn't waste any words and immediately used his Bewitching Technique.

Lu Yao's eyes gradually emitted a faint blue light, and Murong Bo was involuntarily captivated by it, his gaze becoming vacant.

"Did you orchestrate the ambush at Yanmen Pass back then?"

Lu Yao asked softly, his voice like the soft murmur of a ghost.

"Yes, I sent false information to Shaolin Temple, hoping to use them as a tool to kill someone."

With a blank stare, Murong Bo spoke in a calm and unhurried tone.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Am I going to incite hatred between the Song Dynasty and the Liao Dynasty?"

"Why would killing Qiao Feng's parents incite hatred between two countries?"

"Because Xiao Yuanshan was a core member of the Xiao family of the Liao Dynasty."

……

As Lu Yao asked the question, everyone present stared at Murong Bo in disbelief.

At the same time, the look on Lu Yao's face was one of great apprehension.

With Lu Yao's martial arts skills, who could possibly keep a secret from him? It's terrifying.

"You villain! How dare you toy with me like this!"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng could no longer restrain himself and struck Murong Bo with a palm strike.

Meanwhile, Murong Fu, who had just heard that his father was the mastermind behind everything, stared blankly at Murong Bo in disbelief.

He truly never imagined that his father would plot such a thing in order to restore the country.

However, after hearing this, Murong Fu did not think his father had done anything wrong. He said that if he were in his father's shoes, he would have done the same.

Upon seeing Qiao Feng make a move, Murong Fu naturally wouldn't stand by and watch his father be killed, so he quickly stepped in to stop him.

"Murong Fu! Get out of my way!"

Qiao Feng shouted angrily when he saw that his attack had been blocked.

"Hmph! With me here, you won't be able to harm my father in the slightest!"

Murong Fu also refused to back down, and the two seemed poised to fight again.

"Amitabha, it is the law of nature and cause and effect. Young benefactor, you should not try to defy it."

The sweeping monk's expression was also rather unpleasant. After all, he had just protected Murong Bo, and now that the truth had come out, how could he not be furious?

With a wave of his hand, the Sweeping Monk unleashed an unparalleled burst of energy that struck Murong Fu, sending him flying dozens of meters away.

"Pfft! You actually crippled my martial arts!"

The heavily injured Murong Fu stared in disbelief at the Sweeper Monk and roared angrily with difficulty.

The sweeping monk's attack just now struck Murong Fu's dantian precisely, destroying it and rendering him unable to use martial arts.

"Amitabha."

The sweeping monk clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and ignored Murong Fu.

The Sweeper Monk did this in order to end the hatred between Murong Fu and Qiao Feng. After all, Qiao Feng would definitely kill Murong Bo to avenge himself, and Murong Fu would also try to avenge his father.

It's just another cycle of grudges and hatred. It would be better to just cripple Murong Fu's martial arts and end this feud. Without his martial arts, Murong Fu would naturally not be worth killing by Qiao Feng.

"Thank you, senior!"

When Qiao Feng saw that the Sweeper Monk had helped him, he quickly expressed his gratitude.

He then leaped towards Murong Bo, unleashing the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms in a fit of rage.

"Roar!"

The fierce and violent true energy formed a phantom image of a true dragon, which enveloped Murong Bo with overwhelming power.

Just then, Lu Yao's expression shifted slightly, and he controlled a burst of true energy to erupt instantly.

Murong Bo also woke up at this moment. When he saw the roaring dragon coming, his expression changed drastically, and he was about to get up to avoid it.

Suddenly, Murong Bo's expression changed, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his face was full of resentment.

In the next instant, Qiao Feng's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms struck Murong Bo, shattering him into pieces.

The sweeping monk, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and gave Lu Yao a strange look.

In fact, when Lu Yao used the Bewitching Technique, he left a trace of true energy in Murong Bo's body, killing Murong Bo before Qiao Feng could.

Feeling the increase in the world's origin, Lu Yao's lips curled up slightly.