Chapter 108 Peacemaker

Chapter 108 Peacemaker

Chapter 108 Peacemaker

He previously thought that Cheng Shengfei’s appearance could only be described as “not ugly” because her cheeks were slightly plump, her chin was slightly short, and her eyelids were slightly thick.

But now, her face has become thinner, so her chin does not appear so short anymore, and her eyelids have become thinner, making her look more like Cheng Peixin.

Only, instead of looking like mother and daughter, they looked more like sisters—she looked eight or nine years older.

Perhaps because he is not a real spirit, he has to be summoned out of the sacred mountain, which consumes more of his lifespan.

Li Wuxiang looked at her like this for a while, and Cheng Shengfei also looked at the pieces of paper on the ground for a while, then he drew the long sword from his waist and walked to the temple gate to stand guard.

Then Li Wuxiang emerged from the illusion.

Hearing the voice behind him, Cheng Shengfei immediately turned around, with some fear still on his face, but the person he saw was a serious person, without the holes with black smoke coming out of his face.

She opened her mouth: "You..."

"Did I scare you?" Li Wu smiled at her. "Just now, Zhao Kui got into my body, so I performed a magic trick to trap him."

"That……"

"It can be understood that he is dead."

Cheng Shengfei breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the sword in his hand, and slowly put it back into the sheath.

The two were silent for a while, and Li Wuxiang sighed: "What should we do now?"

Cheng Shengfei was stunned for a moment, as if he wanted to ask what he was referring to, but then he closed his mouth and just lowered his eyes.

"Go back to your master and tell her that Zhao Kui is dead. If she feels that she has been bewitched by Zhao Kui, ask her to get Guo Jianming's soul out of the bronze mirror and see if she can get it back to him. As long as this is done, I will just pretend that nothing happened for the sake of the life you have wasted."

Cheng Shengfei's eyes widened: "Really?"

"Well, really."

"Okay, I'll-"

"Cheng Shengfei!" But before she could finish her words, a sharp shout suddenly came from behind her, and a white silk came in from the night and wrapped around her waist, pulling her over. Cheng Peixin appeared in the thin night mist, grabbed Cheng Shengfei's pulse point, and with a little force, the white silk immediately wrapped around her tightly, making her unable to move.

She pulled Cheng Shengfei back two steps and slapped her in the face: "You-you did this?! Are you crazy?!"

Li Wuxiang sighed, suspended the flying sword in front of him, and walked to the temple gate: "Master Cheng, I want to keep each other's dignity, but why are you doing this?"

Cheng Peixin turned to look at him with a fierce look in her eyes: "Dignity? At this point it's either you or me. Only a stupid daughter like me would fall for your trick - Li Wuxiang, there's nothing to say now. You can't leave!"

Li Wuxiang laughed out loud: "Interesting. Masters always like to say that their disciples are stupid. But have you ever thought that she is actually much more insightful than you? Master Cheng, do you think that you want to harm me, so I won't let you go? Then I can tell you that your daughter and I have the same temperament. For her sake, I really can let you go."

"Oh... maybe it's because of Zhao Kui? Not really, right? You two aren't very familiar with each other, are you? Master Cheng, do you still remember what you said to her at the cliff of Ranshan Mountain - all men are bad. Why, you forgot it when it happened to you?"

Cheng Shengfei turned his face away: "Mom! Stop it! We are the ones who did the wrong thing! He was killed by Zhao Kui--"

The white silk danced slightly, and immediately sealed her mouth. Cheng Peixin raised her hand, and the finger that she had used in the courtyard was now on her fingertips: "Right or wrong, there is nothing to say now. Li Wuxiang, if it were you, would you let me go like this? It's all because the treasure is with you, but you can't keep it."

Li Wuxiang was silent for a while: "Miss Cheng, you can't blame me."

Cheng Peixin sneered: "You are so arrogant, what's the matter? Do you think Zhao Kui can't do anything to you, and the people of the Thirty-Six Sects can't do anything to you? Master Yu!"

A figure emerged from the mist on the other side of the Martial Temple. Yu Zhaotong, the head of Bixia Palace in Deyang City, held a purple-gold incense burner in his hand and took two steps forward. He nodded slightly to Cheng Peixin, then to Li Wuxiang, and said with a smile: "Friend Li, I haven't heard the details of the grudge between you and Master Cheng. But you should also understand Master Cheng's difficulties - in this situation, I am really worried about you leaving like this."

"Master Cheng is right. There is no need to argue about who is right and who is wrong. Whoever can keep who alive is naturally right. However, cultivation is not easy, and a human fetus is hard to come by. Before we take action, let me be a peacemaker."

"Friend Li, you used to call yourself a swordsman. Although the Sword Sect is not one of the Thirty-Six Sects, since the Six Sects of Mysterious Religion believe that the Sword Sect is the orthodox sect of Taiyi, we can accept each other as fellow believers. But since you pretended to be a member of the Sword Sect, you have violated the precepts of the Thirty-Six Sects. On this point, the disciples of the Thirty-Six Sects can be killed by anyone, and Master Cheng has done nothing wrong."

"As for your golden entanglement, I heard from Master Cheng that you snatched it from Master Zhao. As for me, I have met Master Zhao a few times before, so I came here not to be an enemy of the new master of Ranshan, but to stand up for Master Zhao."

He lifted the purple gold incense burner again, and immediately golden mist emerged from it: "If you ask me, let's do this. Regardless of whether you are human or not, since you already have a human form, we will not ruin your practice. As long as you hand over the treasures and illusions of Ranshan, and then give up your cultivation, I, Yu Zhaotong, will naturally ensure that you leave Deyang safely. Whether you continue to practice somewhere else or have other opportunities in the future, it all depends on your own luck."

"Master Cheng, is this acceptable?"

Cheng Peixin looked at Li Wuxiang and nodded slightly: "Okay."

Li Wuxiang looked at Cheng Peixin in the night, was silent for a moment, and frowned: "I have a question, and I ask it sincerely."

"It's like this. A few days ago, our relationship was pretty good. After returning to Deyang, you should have sincerely wanted to eliminate Xu Daosheng's soul for me, until you later summoned Zhao Kui, and then you immediately planned to kill me - I want to ask, this change in attitude, without any hesitation, completely disregarding the friendship of the past few days, you want to kill me, are you the only one who would do this, or is it the same in the thirty-six sects?" Cheng Peixin sneered lightly: "You are really a wild man who jumped out of nowhere. This is the way of the world. A person must always have someone to rely on. Otherwise, no matter how clever you are, there will always be someone cleverer than you. Others respect you, not only yourself, but also your backers. But don't you even understand this truth? Li Wuxiang, do you think a casual cultivator who got the Ranshan Fa Tie by chance can be a guest of honor in my Feiyun Temple?"

"Bullshit, I don't even bother to understand." Li Wuxiang transferred all the blood energy he had absorbed in Lingshan to the sword, and the small sword immediately lit up with a faint red light. "Two temple masters, what a grand ceremony. Who will die first?"

Cheng Peixin and Yu Zhaotong looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and did not take action immediately.

At this moment, a fourth voice suddenly sounded -

"You are no match for them."

"This Master Cheng used a treasure called Su Lian to trap her disciples. It can not only trap living people, but also ghosts. The Zhi Yue Xuan Guang in her hand, although not a Tianxin Sect's original magic weapon, is not something that ordinary disciples can get. When it is activated, it will not hurt your skin, but your soul. You must have had a fierce fight with someone before, and your blood and qi are almost exhausted. You don't have any decent talismans to protect your body. I'm afraid you will suffer a great loss."

"As for Master Yu, the Earth Fire Purple Gold Furnace in his hand is just the opposite. It is specifically used to refine human skin. When the fight starts, Su Lian will trap you a little, and the Moon Pointing Mysterious Light will hit you so hard that you will feel dizzy. The Earth Fire Purple Gold Furnace will then capture you and refine you for ten days or half a month. No matter how powerful you are, you will turn into a pool of blood. If I were you, I would think about whether I could run away immediately."

The sound seemed to come from the roof of the Temple of Martial Arts.

Li Wuxiang immediately launched his flying sword upwards, blasting a large hole above his head with a bang, and took another step forward, turning to look at the source of the sound.

A man in black and shorts stood on the eaves at some point, with his hands behind his back, pressing a knife at his waist, with an indifferent expression, as if he was just passing by to watch the fun.

Cheng Peixin frowned: "Where did this expert come from? Tonight, the Tianxin Sect and the Louguang Sect are working together. I advise you not to get into trouble!"

The man on the eaves just smiled after hearing this: "I just listened to what you were saying, so I thought it was interesting, so I stayed a little longer, and found something even more interesting. I didn't mean to provoke you on purpose."

"More interesting?" Yu Zhaotong smiled and looked at Cheng Peixin, "It seems that the Ranshan Fazhi on Li Daoyou has attracted many friends in the martial arts world. Alas, people are getting bolder and bolder these days. First, this Li Daoyou was fearless and dared to run to your Feiyun Temple after taking the Fazhi. Then this one, he wanted to get a piece of the pie like a moth to a flame - Daoyou, please tell me your name. Since you know the methods of Cheng Zhangguan and I, I wonder which sect near Deyang you are from?"

The man on the eaves said, "My name is Pan Muyun, and I'm not from Deyang."

Cheng Peixin and Yu Zhaotong looked at each other and snorted, "I've never heard of this name."

Pan Muyun smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of my name, just recognize this one."

He waved his arm, and a white light suddenly circled around his head and then disappeared into his sleeve.

The two people's faces changed, and Cheng Peixin frowned: "Swordsman?"

He took another step forward and took a closer look at Pan Muyun's appearance. "So he is a friend of the Sword Sect. Fellow Daoist Pan, what happened here tonight has nothing to do with you. This man pretended to be a swordsman and seized the seals of our thirty-six sects. We want to get them back. If you want the person, as Master Yu said, as long as he hands over what we want, you can take the person away and deal with him."

"Pretending?" Pan Muyun laughed, jumped from the eaves to the roof, and looked at Li Wuxiang through the gap.

Li Wuxiang also looked up at him. The two looked at each other for a moment, and Pan Muyun waved his hand: "Can you show me your sword?"

Li Wuxiang hesitated for a moment before raising his hand and shooting the flying sword over. Pan Muyun raised his hand to catch it, looked at it carefully, and threw it back to him. He looked down at Cheng Peixin and said, "He has a flying sword, uses it, and does what the Sword Sect does, so he is a swordsman. So the things on him are also the things of our Sword Sect. Do you still want them now, two masters?"

Cheng Peixin was stunned for a moment, then laughed in anger: "Why, have you swordsmen also learned to use such despicable means to steal treasures?"

"Big sister, are you out of your mind? Stealing treasure? If it was just stealing treasure, you should be happy! Now, you two are trying to embarrass our fellow disciples! Do you think it can be settled tonight?" The fifth voice rang out. Cheng Peixin and Yu Zhaotong immediately turned to look - the voice came from the treetops behind them on the left.

A woman in a red tight dress was standing on the treetop with her arms folded. There was a thin mist tonight, so the woman's face was not clear, but it was clear that the treetop was swaying slightly, but the figure on the top of the tree was motionless, as if standing in the mist.

Yu Zhaotong took a step back and said, "Your Excellency is..."

"My name is Lu Renjia. Have you heard of me? It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of me. After tonight, I guarantee you will never forget me."

"Ah... that's not true." Yu Zhaotong smiled. "It's really rare that two swordsmen have come to Deyang. It turns out that this is all a misunderstanding... Master Cheng, I didn't even know that Fellow Daoist Li was really a swordsman. Oh, if I had known that he was a family member, why would I have put on such a fuss? Forget it, now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, you don't need me to be a peacemaker here, so I'll just -"

He held the purple gold incense burner in front of his chest, then slowly took two steps back, pretending to leave.

But Lu Renjia on the treetop sneered: "Peacemaker? Then I will be a peacemaker too - you just asked my fellow disciple to hand over the treasure and give up his cultivation. Since you want to leave now, we don't want your treasure, and you are the master of Louguang Sect, so we can't give up your cultivation. So how about this, you can keep the hand you like to hold your treasure with. Cut off the other one yourself!"

Yu Zhaotong curled his lips and said, "Daoyou Lu...haha, you really like to joke. Actually, we are all from the same sect..."

"Master Yu! Why do you have to be so humble!" Cheng Peixin shouted, "Like they said, there will be no good ending tonight! Great! The swordsman has a great reputation! He can make up his mind and make things difficult for us! Then let's see if you three can get any benefits from Zhiyue Xuanguang and Dihuo Zijinlu!"

"Oh, not three, actually four." The sixth voice came, and another man walked out of the mist on the right side of the two and stopped.

He was carrying a load on his back, dressed like a peddler. He took it off and placed it on the ground, bowed to the two of them, and smiled gently: "I am Helian Ji, and I am also a swordsman. Master Yu, I advise you to listen to Senior Sister Lu and cut off your hand quickly, don't seek death. After all, you should know that we swordsmen are all very domineering."

(End of this chapter)