Fantasy: I Am the Villain.

Chapter Seventy-Four: The Matter Is Over (The End)

Murong Bo was a renowned figure in the martial arts world. When the Great Yan Dynasty was established, it amassed many martial arts secrets, which were all inherited by his descendants.

Furthermore, there is the secret technique "Star Shift" passed down directly from the Murong clan of Gusu, which is truly wondrous and mysterious, establishing the Murong clan's reputation for "using their own methods against them."

When Murong Bo and his ancestors fled to Yanziwu in Gusu, they were trying to prevent their martial arts techniques from being discovered and thus used to hunt them down and exterminate them.

They then established an ancestral rule that no descendant of the Murong clan should display the secret technique of "Shifting Stars and Changing Constellations" in front of outsiders, and even if they did use it, they must ensure that no third person knew about it.

Therefore, since that generation of ancestors, in order to keep their "Star Shift" secret, the Murong family has been collecting martial arts techniques that are circulating in the martial arts world.

Through generations of collecting, the Murong family's heritage has become so profound that it rivals even some of the most venerable martial arts masters. In addition, the ancestors of the Murong family in the middle generations possessed extraordinary cultivation, which laid a great reputation for the Murong family of Gusu, thus enabling them to gain a foothold in Jiangnan.

After generations of management, by the time it came to Murong Bo and his son Murong Fu, their bloodline in the British royal family was already extremely thin, let alone that of the Xianbei people.

Only the father and son remained devoted to the restoration of the Great Yan Kingdom. Murong Bo had been hiding in the Sutra Pavilion for decades, and he even intended to use Shaolin martial arts to enrich the origins of his own martial arts.

Over the years, he has simplified his skills and integrated them with his own martial arts. The current Murong Bo is no longer the same as before. With every push and block, he displays his prowess.

Murong Bo's work was extremely ingenious and won applause from the audience, but the Sweeper Monk's work was surprisingly skillful.

The light palm strike seemed to be completely unaffected by Murong Bo's obstruction, and landed directly on Murong Bo's forehead.

Murong Bo's eyes widened instantly. He pointed at the compassionate-looking sweeping monk and made a hoarse sound, but said nothing. His head lolled to the side, and he lost all life.

Murong Fu roared and leaped into the arena, grabbing Murong Bo's corpse and trying to run away. At that moment, Qiao Feng stepped aside and blocked him at the door.

Murong Fu's eyes were bloodshot as he glared hatefully at everyone present. Now, only Qiao Feng and his son, along with the Sweeper Monk, were there. Outnumbered, he could only think about escaping first and taking revenge later.

The sweeping monk sighed softly and said to Xiao Yuanshan, who was still in a daze, "So, is Benefactor Xiao satisfied now?"

Now that all that has passed is gone, you must have many regrets, so why remain silent?

Xiao Yuanshan ignored him, lost in thought. Over the years, he had endured humiliation and hid in the Sutra Pavilion, only thinking that one day he could kill all his enemies and avenge his deceased wife.

But there were too many powerful people who made the move back then, and even he himself wasn't entirely confident that he could do it.

But just now, right before his eyes, the culprit, who was also his last enemy, died right in front of him.

The Sweeping Monk is right. I should indeed have many thoughts. In fact, it's understandable that I would be overjoyed and arrogant after getting revenge. But why do I feel so lost?

The sweeping monk turned around and, with a bewildered look on Murong Fu's face, asked, "Does Benefactor Xiao resent this humble monk? Does he blame this humble monk for killing your father?"

Murong Fu glanced at the Sweeper Monk with a complicated expression. His father was dead, and now he was the only surviving descendant of the Great Yan. This old bald monk was ruthless and vicious. How could he escape?

"Alas! I see that Benefactor Murong is hiding hatred and must have many complaints about this humble monk. But your father is already in unbearable pain. What is wrong with this humble monk helping him to be reborn in the Pure Land?"

Bai Ke, hidden to the side, stared in disbelief as the sweeping monk eloquently persuaded Murong Fu. "My goodness! No wonder they say Buddhist cultivators are so eloquent!"

That old bald monk has a silver tongue; he can make the living seem dead and the dead seem alive. You killed someone's father right in front of them, and you expect them to be grateful?

While inwardly criticizing the Sweeper Monk's strange remarks, something even stranger happened... "Murong Fu shook his head violently, 'No, it's not you.'"

As he spoke, he glared fiercely at Xiao Yuanshan, "It's you, it's all your fault! If you hadn't survived back then, how could you have caused such a huge mess? How could my son and I not be able to leave each other?"

Bai Ke said that there must be something hateful about a pitiful person. He was speechless at Murong Fu's absurd logic. He said that you can't be with idiots, or you will easily be infected by them.

Qiao Feng was also somewhat helpless. What kind of situation was this? Had Murong Fu beaten him senseless? What the hell was going on in this kid's head?

The sweeping monk sighed, turned to Xiao Yuanshan and said, "Well? Did Elder Xiao understand my intention?"

Xiao Yuanshan said in a low voice, "I am now over 60 years old, and my son has grown up. I naturally know what to do. Feng'er, you go ahead. If Murong Fu wants revenge, why shouldn't I go with him?"

Qiao Feng was alarmed and was about to speak up to dissuade him when he saw the sweeping monk walking towards Xiao Yuanshan, saying, "When will this cycle of revenge end? Why don't I, this humble monk, play the villain!"

After saying that, he struck Xiao Yuanshan with the same move he had used to kill Murong Bo. Qiao Feng was furious and his evil intentions were aroused. He had thought that this sweeping monk was biased towards his father and son, but he did not expect that he would kill him in the blink of an eye.

The Sweeper Monk paid no attention to Qiao Feng's Flying Dragon in the Sky move, letting him strike his chest with a palm, spitting out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, his palm also landed squarely on Xiao Yuanshan's forehead.

Qiao Feng's body trembled, and he slowly turned his head to look at Xiao Yuanshan. He saw that Xiao Yuanshan's face was peaceful, but his chest was not rising or falling at all, and he had obviously died on the spot.

Enraged, Qiao Feng unleashed a barrage of palm strikes at the Sweeper Monk. Meanwhile, Murong Fu, who was some distance away, seized the opportunity to attack as well. It was their first time working together, yet they were completely at ease, cutting off all of the Sweeper Monk's escape routes with their back-and-forth exchanges.

The Sweeper Monk, seemingly unaffected by the force of their palm strikes, reached out and grabbed Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's corpses, taking several steps and disappearing from everyone's sight in a flash.

Upon seeing this, Qiao Feng and Murong Fu hurriedly followed, wanting to snatch their father's body from the Sweeper Monk's hands, and chased after him following his footsteps.

Bai Ke flashed out of his hiding place and looked in the direction the group had left.

However, they did not pursue the matter further, assuming that Xiao Yuanshan and the other person must have come back from the dead, repented, and had a profound awakening.