"Hoo..."
As Wan Yunting sheathed his sword, he slowly descended from the air. He let out a slight breath and found the surroundings deathly silent. The disciples of the Wudang Sect stared at him, dumbfounded, which made Wan Yunting feel a little embarrassed.
"Well done, One Sword Slashes Heavenly Gate!"
Sect Leader Zhong Yulong couldn't help but praise him. Immediately, the disciples around him, Xian Yun, Xiu Qi, Xu Yuxin, and Zhi Guang, snapped back to reality. Their gazes were fixed on Wan Yunting, their minds replaying the entire set of Grand Dao Sword Techniques he had just performed…
In a blur, it seemed as if they had grasped something, yet also as if they had grasped nothing at all. The disciples of the Wudang Sect around them whispered and chattered, exchanging the sword incantations they remembered…
Even seniors like Zuo Qi and Wang Zheng, as well as Wang Shishu, were meticulously recalling the Grand Dao Sword Techniques Wan Yunting had just practiced. They kept murmuring the sword incantations he had uttered. Although they had remembered some parts, others were forgotten, and the most crucial incantations were difficult to comprehend, leaving them clueless as to their meaning!
The Grand Dao Sword Technique, as a top-tier advanced sword art, with its nine layers of sword incantations, was even more obscure and difficult to understand. If it were that easy to grasp, the Wudang Sect would not have gone hundreds of years without anyone inheriting the complete Grand Dao Sword Technique.
"How much did you remember?"
Zuo Qi and Wang Zheng Yi asked their personal disciples.
But they all looked bewildered, as if their minds couldn't keep up with the rhythm of Wan Yunting’s Grand Dao Sword Technique, remembering nothing.
Uncle-Master Wang shook his head and sighed, "If the Grand Dao Sword Technique were truly that easy to comprehend, it wouldn't have been passed on to others for free!"
These words made Zuo Qi, Wang Zheng Yi, and Zhang Yansong exchange glances, understanding what Uncle-Master Wang meant.
Wan Yunting returned the sword in his hand to Lan Xin and cupped his fists in a salute to Zhong Yulong. "Sect Leader Zhong, I will write down the sword incantations of the Grand Dao Sword Technique tonight and personally hand them to you tomorrow before I leave."
"Good."
Zhong Yulong nodded with a smile, then called out to the surrounding disciples, "Alright, it's getting late. Everyone disperse."
"Yes…"
The many disciples around them cupped their fists and left, but they couldn't help but excitedly discuss Wan Yunting's display of the Grand Dao Sword Technique…
"Master, we'll escort you back…"
Xian Yun and Xu Yuxin, among others, escorted Zhong Yulong back. Then, he saw Zi Qing still standing there, frozen. Zhong Yulong called out, "Zi Qing, you come here too. I have something to tell you."
Zi Qing, having come back to his senses, nodded, but couldn't help but glance back at Wan Yunting beside him before following his master and senior disciples away…
"Little Wan, let's go back too."
Ouyang Shen and greeted Kong Liancheng and prepared to call Wan Yunting back. However, he saw Tan Zhiyuan in the distance, and his junior sister Yao Xin, along with his junior brother Xiao Chuanzi, were preparing to escort their master, Zhang Yansong, back.
"Grandpa, you go back first. I have something to do."
Saying this, Wan Yunting asked Duan Yingying to escort Ouyang Shen and back, while he directly chased after Tan Zhiyuan and the others…
This made Ouyang Shen and raise an eyebrow, not knowing what he intended to do…
"Daoist Zhang, please wait!"
Wan Yunting, having caught up, called out to stop Zhang Yansong, Tan Zhiyuan, and their disciples. They all turned to look at Wan Yunting. Zhang Yansong smiled, "Sect Leader Wan, do you need something?"
Wan Yunting glanced at Tan Zhiyuan and smiled, "Daoist Zhang, you helped us with the Condensed Incense Pill, and I haven't paid you for it yet."
After all, Zhang Yansong usually refined medicine to earn some incense money for the sect. There was nothing free in this world. He smiled and said, "Sect Leader Wan, your grandfather already paid the fee."
"Is that so? That's good then."
Wan Yunting nodded with a smile. In fact, he knew his grandfather Ouyang Shen and had already paid. He then smiled at Tan Zhiyuan, "By the way, Daoist Tan, I have something to talk to you about. Could you…?"
Tan Zhiyuan's expression stiffened, but his heart skipped a beat, and he became nervous. Facing Wan Yunting's amiable and smiling demeanor, Zhang Yansong and Yao Xin beside him also looked at the two of them strangely.
Tan Zhiyuan, after realizing, nodded and smiled, "Of course."
Wan Yunting nodded and smiled at Zhang Yansong, "Then Daoist Zhang, you should rest early. Daoist Tan, let's go this way…"
Tan Zhiyuan nodded and asked his junior sister and junior brother to escort their master back first, while he walked away with Wan Yunting in another direction…
This left Zhang Yansong and Yao Xin bewildered, not knowing what Wan Yunting wanted to talk to Tan Zhiyuan about!
It was not snowing tonight, so it wasn't that cold. However, upon arriving at a viewing platform on the back mountain of the main peak, it was still very cold in the evening breeze. There was no one else around. Wan Yunting walked up, followed by Tan Zhiyuan, his heart filled with unease…
"Hoo, it's quite cold."
Wan Yunting, having come up, tightened his clothes and turned to look at Tan Zhiyuan, who followed him with a slightly unnatural expression. He smiled and said, "Daoist Tan, are you cold?"
Tan Zhiyuan didn't know why Wan Yunting suddenly sought him out, but he had a faint guess in his heart. With an extremely unnatural smile, he shook his head slightly, "It's alright. Sect Leader Wan is wearing so little. Don't catch a cold."
Wan Yunting waved his hand with a smile, saying, "Practitioners of martial arts are not prone to minor illnesses."
Tan Zhiyuan nodded and smiled, "Indeed. Sect Leader Wan is a martial arts prodigy, unlike someone like me with average talent, who can only follow my master to learn the skill of refining medicine."
Wan Yunting turned his head, his eyes narrowed as he looked at him askance, and smiled, "Daoist Tan, you are too humble. The skill of refining medicine is very popular in society today. If you inherit Daoist Zhang's skill in refining medicine, you will be a master alchemist in the future, respected wherever you go."
Tan Zhiyuan cupped his fists and said, "Then I thank Sect Leader Wan for your auspicious words."
"Heh heh."
But Wan Yunting chuckled and gazed at the hazy mountain scenery in the night. The white snow, coupled with the misty obscurity of the night, allowed a clear view of the distant mountains, presenting a pleasing sight. He said, "It's just a pity that Daoist Tan has chosen another path!"
As soon as he said this, Tan Zhiyuan's heart trembled, and his expression immediately sank. However, he suppressed his inner emotions and feigned ignorance, smiling, "Sect Leader Wan, I don't understand what you mean?"
Wan Yunting turned his head, his narrowed eyes looking at him askance, and smiled, "Daoist Tan, why are you pretending to be confused? Do you want me to be more blunt?"
At this point, Tan Zhiyuan's face changed completely. His heart churned like turbulent waves. He knew that Lin Yidao had attacked Sword Cliff to kill him in the afternoon, and perhaps his involvement had been revealed. Otherwise, Wan Yunting would never have said this. But Tan Zhiyuan shook his head, adamantly feigning ignorance, "Sect Leader Wan, I really don't understand what you're talking about. If there's nothing else, I'll tell you first, and you should go back soon…"
Tan Zhiyuan, feeling guilty, turned to leave. He had been exposed. Wan Yunting's tone suddenly became sharp, "Daoist Tan, as long as you reveal the person behind this, I, Wan Yunting, will absolutely not make things difficult for you, nor will I tell your master or Sect Leader Zhong about this matter."
"But if you persist in your stubbornness, then don't blame me!"
These words made Tan Zhiyuan stop in his tracks. He trembled as if he had fallen into an ice cave and immediately turned, glaring at Wan Yunting, and said angrily, "What do you dare to do?"
Wan Yunting's eyes were cold, piercing Tan Zhiyuan's heart like two beams of sword light, making him inevitably panic and fear. If Wan Yunting truly informed his master and the sect leader about this matter, his fate would be truly terrible.
Wan Yunting's tone was sharp and cold, saying, "Daoist Tan, I am giving you an opportunity now, so you must seriously consider it!"
Tan Zhiyuan's face turned pale. Facing Wan Yunting's sharp, sword-like gaze, his heart became panicked and fearful. He knew that Wan Yunting was someone who would keep his word, making him lower his head and clench his fists, beginning to weigh the matter.
Lin Yidao's assassination attempt on Wan Yunting had failed. Ouyang Liqun had learned of this matter. Tan Zhiyuan knew from the phone call that the other party was very angry, and he estimated that he would not get any of the previous promises from Ouyang Liqun.
At this moment, if Wan Yunting truly reported this matter to his master and the sect leader, Tan Zhiyuan understood that with the Wudang Sect's practices, he would undoubtedly be expelled from the sect and handed over to the police station at the foot of the mountain!
Wan Yunting watched him, knowing that Tan Zhiyuan was struggling internally, so he didn't rush to pressure him, understanding the consequences of this matter for him.
After a long while, Tan Zhiyuan looked up, his eyes dim as he looked at Wan Yunting, and asked hoarsely, "Sect Leader Wan, if I tell you, will you really let me go?"
"Of course."
Seeing that he had finally made up his mind, Wan Yunting felt relieved and smiled, "Daoist Tan, we don't have any deep enmity. I know you must have done this for a reason, but if you tell me who the person behind it is, I will give you extra benefits!"
Tan Zhiyuan, feeling relieved, sighed and said, "I only ask that you don't tell my master about this. If he knew, given his temper, he would definitely kill me."
Wan Yunting nodded, his eyes narrowed with a sharp glint as he looked at him and asked, "So, who instructed you to do this?"
Tan Zhiyuan, looking up to meet his gaze, gritted his teeth and said, "It was your Ou…"
Bang!
As a result, the next second, Tan Zhiyuan's entire face exploded. Blood mixed with brain matter splattered onto Wan Yunting's chest, leaving him stunned. Until Tan Zhiyuan's headless corpse fell backward, rolling down the narrow steps, Wan Yunting's pupils flashed with a green light. He could clearly see, in the hazy darkness ahead, a bullet flying towards him…
Whoosh…! The bullet grazed Wan Yunting's left ear as it flew past. He dodged it by tilting his head, his cold eyes fixed on the mountainside of Chun Mu Peak, adjacent to the main peak. A blurred figure was holding a sniper rifle, resting it on the wooden railing of the cliff…
The foreign sniper, looking through the night vision scope, also saw Wan Yunting's subtle movements in dodging the bullet. He widened his eyes in disbelief and uttered a sentence in Mexican, "Damn it…"