Gu Long: Dominating the Martial Arts World Starting from Transmigrating as A Fei

The moment Ah Fei was knocked away, he turned around and saw the person who had attacked him.

He was a monk with bluish stubble.

Seeing Ah Fei break through the formation, he was furious and even struck him with another palm.

This palm strike was delivered precisely when Ah Fei's inner energy was exhausted and his defenses were relaxed.

Xinmei was greatly alarmed.

He knew that the moment Ah Fei stepped into the fray, Shaolin had already lost this round.

The loser, of course, cannot make another move.

If they continue to pursue them relentlessly, not only will it damage the reputation of the righteous Shaolin sect, but the two renowned heroes present will also not agree to it.

Moreover, Ah Fei had a very close relationship with one of them.

At this moment, launching a sneak attack would surely invite a counterattack, which is why Xinmei was extremely anxious.

But in the next instant, he no longer needed to worry about this fellow disciple.

Before Afei could turn around, his sword was already out.

The sword seemed to have eyes of its own, flying straight towards the attacker.

When the man fell, a throwing knife and a sword were stuck in his neck.

The knife has severed his throat; it's Li Xunhuan's flying dagger. The sword has cut his spine; it's A Fei's sword.

Chu Liuxiang stood aside, looked at the monk's corpse, sighed, and said:

"This master's palm technique is faster than his chanting."

His words were actually a sarcastic jab at the dead monk—he hadn't mastered the sutras, but he was adept at using underhanded tactics to harm people.

Li Xunhuan had already arrived and helped A-Fei up. Hearing Chu Liuxiang's words, he also said:

"The Buddha said: 'If I don't go to hell, who will?' This master's enthusiasm for going to hell is as if he's afraid someone will take his place."

The two of them went back and forth, completely disregarding the dignity of "Shaolin".

Xinmei's old face was flushed red, but she couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

That's the most frustrating thing.

This disciple's death was entirely his own fault.

So even though he was heartbroken over the deaths of his disciples, he could only keep it to himself.

The other three monks glared angrily at Chu Liuxiang, Li Xunhuan, and A Fei, feeling extremely resentful.

Long Xiaoyun and Nangong Ling, who were farther away, silently said "good" to each other.

Both of them wished Ah Fei would die immediately.

Especially now, it's clear that Ah Fei has formed an irreconcilable feud with Shaolin.

Although Ah Fei was in the right, Xin Mei didn't say anything.

But how could the strongest sect in the world tolerate you killing their disciples?

"Amitabha!"

After a long while, Xinmei let out a long sigh, uttered a Buddhist chant, and said:

"Since things have come to this, this old monk will grant your wish and take you with me alone."

"May we depart now?"

Li Xunhuan frowned, looked coldly at Xinmei, and said:

"So the master intends to use a series of tests, and the journey to 'Songshan Shaolin Temple' is long and arduous; is he planning to torture my brother like this?"

Xinmei clasped her hands together and said:

"Li Tanhua, you misunderstand. This old monk had no such intention. It's just that I've been down the mountain for a long time, and I'm afraid the sect leader will worry."

He looked at Ah Fei, whose face was pale, and said:

"Moreover, although our sect is not skilled in medicine, we can still easily treat minor injuries and illnesses."

"If I can return to the temple soon, I can also heal the benefactor's injuries as soon as possible."

Although Ah Fei's face was pale, he still stood firmly.

One of the keys to survival in the martial arts world is to make it impossible for others to tell whether you are bluffing or truly unharmed.

He snorted at Xinmei:

"I can withstand a mere 'Diamond Palm' move."

"However, since your 'Shaolin' disciples broke the rules and resorted to sneak attacks, shouldn't you offer me some compensation?"

No matter when, I'll earn whatever I can, since I already have eight martial arts techniques that have reached the ninth level.

To unlock all nine levels, at least 880 million taels of silver would be needed.

That's nearly 900 million taels of silver, almost as much as the foreign reparations paid by a certain dynasty.

And it's estimated that it won't be long before we catch up.

Now, no country will immediately kneel down and hand over money just because I glare at them; I can only earn it little by little myself.

Xinmei asked herself if she had cultivated her mind to a state of enlightenment, so that she would not be disturbed by external things.

But Ah Fei's words still infuriated him.

His disciples were all killed, and he still has to pay compensation?

Xinmei clasped her hands together, and veins were bulging on her temples.

But he still spoke in a calm tone:

"Don't try to fool this old monk, benefactor. My disciples have already been harmed by you, and now you want to compensate me with silver?"

Afei looked at Xinmei, smiled disdainfully, and said:

"These are two different things. He was outmatched and got killed, so he deserved it."

"And the fact that he launched a sneak attack after the gambling match shows that your 'Shaolin' is not strict in its governance and has failed in its discipline."

"So, does that mean Shaolin should compensate me?"

Xinmei's hands clenched so tightly they made a "crackling" sound, clearly indicating that she was extremely angry.

But what Afei said makes perfect sense.

After a long while, he finally calmed down and said to Ah Fei:

"This old monk never carries gold or silver on him. Even if you want money, you must first return to the temple with me to obtain it."

Ah Fei thought about it.

Whether Xinmei genuinely didn't have any money or it was a scheme, she was destined to visit the Shaolin Temple.

Once you're inside, it's like a mouse entering a rice granary—you're guaranteed to come back empty-handed.

If we insist on getting money from this old monk now, we're bound to get into a lot of trouble.

I decided not to waste my breath arguing with this old monk.

Afei said:

"Okay, then I'll go with you to your temple to get the money."

Officially, they certainly can't admit that they went to the Shaolin Temple to plead guilty, but this excuse of going to collect compensation is quite convenient.

Upon hearing this, Xinmei stopped arguing and nodded, turning around to gesture "please".

Afei felt Li Xunhuan's hand tighten around him.

Li Xunhuan's hands are long and warm, always giving people a sense of security.

Ah Fei gave him a reassuring look and said:

"Brother, don't worry about me. Young birds always have their time to soar into the sky."

Li Xunhuan looked into A Fei's eyes for a long time, and finally sighed, saying:

"Alright, hurry back. I've set out the best wine at home, waiting for your return."

Only after I finished speaking did I let go of his hand.

Nangong Ling walked to Xinmei's side and said to Afei:

"I will see you off. If you find the vegetarian food at Shaolin Temple unpalatable, you are welcome to come to my Beggars' Sect. We will certainly treat you well."

His real purpose was certainly not the so-called "gift".

Once Ah Fei arrives at Shaolin, he will immediately lay a trap around the area.

It would be best if Ah Fei couldn't leave Shaolin Temple; if he could, he would never escape the eyes of the Beggars' Sect.

After thinking about it, Chu Liuxiang also decided to go together.

He doesn't actually like to meddle in other people's business, but he's also quick to stand up for the weak.

So when trouble comes knocking, I always have to get involved.

To outsiders, it appeared that Chu Liuxiang always liked to meddle in other people's business.

Regarding Afei's matter, he always felt that the truth was not as Long Xiaoyun had described to Nangong Ling.

He was eager to see how such a young prodigy would deal with the challenge from the strongest sect in the world.