All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Chapter 69 Claiming an Identity

Li Qiushui's seductive skill is called "Soul-Searching Transmission," which is also a profound martial art of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Using internal force to vibrate sound waves, it is specifically designed to confuse and disturb the mind. The weaker the listener's internal force and the purer their mind, the easier it is for them to fall for the trick.

In the Spirit Palace right now, how many people have the inner strength to withstand such a shock? Moreover, most of the disciples are young girls who have never experienced anything. After being tormented by her, they are all filled with lust, their blood is surging, and their faces are flushed.

Even Xiao Yu, who was inside the room, was breathing heavily. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, indicating that she was putting up a strong fight.

Li Qiushui continued, her voice growing increasingly tender: "Senior brother—I've missed you so much all these years—"

"Ugh—be gentle—"

Just then, a voice, also driven by internal energy, suddenly echoed within Lingjiu Palace: "You shameless wretch! My junior brother has never truly loved you! How dare you seduce him like this! — Ahem!"

Before he could finish speaking, his voice abruptly stopped, followed by an uncontrollable cough—clearly, he was spitting out blood again due to his serious injuries.

Li Qiushui stopped speaking, a smug smile playing on her lips.

"See? My stupid senior sister can't keep her composure at all. Take this maid and go find her."

Although the old woman spoke for a very short time, it was enough for Zhang Cheng and Li Qiushui to pinpoint her location.

Zhang Cheng stood up and looked at her: "And you?"

Li Qiushui leaned back in her chair.

"I'll wait for you here. Your method requires her complete trust. If I go with you, you'll find it harder to gain her trust again."

She took another sip of tea and waved her hand, "Hurry up and go, lest her old arms and legs can't handle it later."

Zhang Cheng nodded and said nothing more. He glanced at Xiao Yu, and the two of them went out one after the other.

On the way, Zhang Cheng instructed Xiao Yu, "Don't mention to me later that I want to resolve the feud between her and Li Qiushui."

If she asks, just say that I saved you and tell her about my fight with Li Qiushui. Don't tell her anything else yet.

Xiao Yu paused, a troubled expression on his face. "This—how could I possibly deceive the Lord?"

Zhang Cheng glanced at her: "This is for her own good. We don't know the extent of her injuries yet. If she's seriously injured, and because you told the truth, I can't gain her trust, then that would really harm her."

"Wait until I heal her, then you can truthfully report and apologize, is that not enough? Or are you afraid of punishment and unwilling to share your lord's burdens?"

"This—" Xiao Yu bit her lip and finally nodded, "I understand." Her loyalty to Tong Lao was self-evident, and although she still had some doubts, she still agreed.

The two hadn't gone far when they saw five people walking towards them.

Leading the way was a little girl in a long black dress. She was short in stature, but her aura was sharp and imposing.

Behind him were four girls with identical faces, all around fifteen or sixteen years old, with delicate features, following closely behind.

Upon seeing the girl, Xiao Yu immediately rushed to greet her.

The little girl was yelling at the top of her lungs, "You filthy bitch! Come out here! Come on! You want my life? I'm right here! Cough cough—"

Before she could finish her tirade, she suddenly coughed, her body trembling violently. The four girls behind her were about to step forward to help her, but she pushed them away. "Get out of my way! I'm fine!"

She looked up, about to continue her tirade, when she suddenly sensed someone approaching. She turned around abruptly, and only when she saw it was Xiao Yu did her expression soften slightly.

"Xiao Yu, it's you." She looked Xiao Yu up and down.

Xiao Yu quickly stepped forward and knelt down before the Old Woman. "Your Excellency, are you alright?"

Before she could finish speaking, the old woman reached out and grabbed her throat.

Xiao Yu is one of the maids who has served Tong Lao the longest in Lingjiu Palace. Her status is almost the same as that of the head steward of Lingjiu Palace, and her cultivation is not weak.

Firstly, the Child Granny's martial arts skills were exceptionally high; even now, severely injured, she was not someone an ordinary martial artist could handle. Secondly, she was completely unprepared for the Child Granny, which is why she was subdued in one move.

Knowing that his master was injured, Xiao Yu dared not struggle, but only managed to say, "Master, you—"

The old woman stared at her, her gaze icy. "Little Yu, how many years have you been with me?"

Xiao Yu's throat was being choked, and her voice was broken: "This servant was saved by you when I was eleven years old—and now—I have been on Mount Tian—forty-three years now."

"Forty-three years." The old woman tightened her grip slightly, making it even harder for Xiao Yu to breathe. "I raised you for forty-three years. I never imagined you would betray me."

The old woman had witnessed Xiao Yu slap her. Xiao Yu himself was certainly no match for her.

However, Xiao Yu is able to move freely now, which means that someone has taken care of her injuries.

Moreover, although Granny Tong was seriously injured, she still retained considerable fighting strength. Zhang Cheng had not deliberately concealed his whereabouts, and she had already noticed him.

"You vile wretch!" The old woman's gaze swept past Xiao Yu and fell into the shadows. "What are you up to this time? Show yourself right now!"

Zhang Cheng stepped out of the shadows and stood in front of her.

"Grandma Tong, calm down. Your impulsive actions will only cause pain to your loved ones and joy to your enemies."

The old woman stared at him sharply: "Who are you? Why are you in my Lingjiu Palace?"

She didn't invite anyone to the spirit palace.

The man in black is either like that Tibetan monk, someone hired by a scoundrel; or he's an uninvited guest who's come knocking on our door.

Either way, they came with ill intentions.

Having learned from chatting with Li Qiushui, Zhang Cheng has now mastered how to coax these stubborn old ladies into talking.

He clasped his hands in a salute and said calmly, "My name is Zhang Cheng, a disciple of Wu Yazi, the junior brother of Tong Lao. My master was very concerned about you before his death, so he sent me to Tianshan to find you."

Unexpectedly, upon reaching the mountain, I stumbled upon Martial Uncle Li arguing with your disciple. I then engaged her in combat, forcing her to retreat and rescuing your subordinate.

The old woman's pupils contracted slightly: "What did you say? Wuyazi is dead?"

Her tone suddenly turned stern, "Wu Yazi possessed unparalleled martial arts skills; how could he have died without dissipating his power?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cheng channeled his inner energy and slapped the ground beside him with his palm.

"Bang—!" The ground cracked, rubble flew everywhere, leaving a deep palm print.

Upon seeing this, the old woman immediately believed it.

Although Li Qiushui also knew the Northern Darkness Divine Skill, Zhang Cheng's Northern Darkness True Qi was so profound that it far exceeded his age, so Tong Lao could only imagine the possibility that "Wu Yazi passed on his skills".

"My junior brother passed on all his skills to you?" Granny Tong's voice trembled. "Why would he do that?"

Zhang Cheng sighed. "My master was ambushed by Ding Chunqiu and left crippled, unable to avenge himself. That's why he passed on his martial arts skills to me."

Granny Tong stood there, speechless for a long time. She found it hard to accept, but Zhang Cheng's cultivation level was undeniable, leaving no room for her to object.

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