The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun

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After saying that, Ren Woxing got up and walked out of the house. Everyone else got up and followed him, except for Liu Zhengfeng, whose eyes showed a hint of worry.

He hadn't expected Jiang Ning to come all by himself, and he couldn't help but worry about Jiang Ning's safety.

Seeing that everyone else had left, Liu Zhengfeng followed suit.

The group walked out of the house and into the alley. The place was in complete chaos. A steady stream of members of the Demonic Cult and martial artists poured out of the alley and charged forward. Corpses lay on the ground, and severed limbs were everywhere, shocking everyone's eyes.

Everyone's gaze shifted from the ground to the front, where a large group of demonic cult members and martial artists were gathered together. The sounds of metal clashing could be heard constantly from within. The ground was littered with corpses and blood, clearly indicating that the encirclement had been changed many times before the group arrived.

Although a large group of people blocked the view in front, preventing everyone from seeing what was happening inside, the intensity of the battle could be imagined from the corpses on the ground.

At this time, the alley was deserted, and all the local residents had fled.

The crowd wanted to make a move, but seeing that the area in front of them was already full of people, they all looked at Ren Woxing and waited for his orders.

At this moment, Ren Woxing remained expressionless, his thoughts unknown. However, he then raised his hand, and the crowd understood. Someone stepped forward and shouted for them to retreat. The members of the Demonic Sect and the martial artists who were fighting retreated, revealing the battle situation in front of them. However, upon seeing this battle situation, everyone's eyes narrowed in surprise.

One corpse after another was piled up to form a small hill made of flesh and blood, with blood constantly seeping out and flowing onto the ground.

And standing on this small hill was a young man.

The young man held a sword in his hand, the blade radiating a chilling aura. His clothes were soaked in blood, and a few drops of blood even stained his face.

Jiang Ning's gaze swept over the crowd, and the coldness in his eyes sent a chill down their spines.

Looking at Jiang Ning not far ahead, everyone felt a strong visual impact; such a bloody scene was extremely rare among them.

Ren Woxing looked Jiang Ning up and down and said, "You're really bold to come here all by yourself."

Although Ren Woxing had previously sent a large number of experts to besiege Jiang Ning, this was only the second time the two sides had met, and Ren Woxing still recognized Jiang Ning immediately.

The True Martial Sword was embedded in the corpse at his feet. Jiang Ning rested his hand on the hilt of the sword and laughed as he heard this, "Didn't you want to kill me? Now I'm here."

Upon hearing this, Ren Woxing narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Ning carefully. After a moment, he smiled and said, "You are indeed very good. It was not in vain that Brother Xiang died at your hands."

As he spoke, Ren Woxing looked at the Zhenwu Sword in Jiang Ning's hand.

The True Martial Sword at this moment was completely different from what Ren Woxing had seen before. This discovery made his eyes narrow slightly, and he couldn't help but look at Jiang Ning and then at the True Martial Sword.

"Is it true?"

Ren Woxing couldn't help but feel surprised and suspicious.

Before Xiang Wentian died, he told Xiang Wentian that the Zhenwu Sword was a divine weapon covered in dust, and had not yet met its master. Only when it truly met its user could it unleash its full power.

But in reality, Ren Woxing was just talking nonsense, trying to trick Xiang Wentian into chasing after Jiang Ning.

If the Zhenwu Sword had such a characteristic, Ren Woxing would never have let Xiang Wentian use it to hunt down Jiang Ning; he would have used it himself.

To Ren Woxing's surprise, the once ordinary Zhenwu Sword under Jiang Ning's hands underwent a dramatic transformation, exuding a chilling aura. As Ren Woxing gazed at the Zhenwu Sword, he felt a strange sense of unease, something he had never experienced before. This made him doubt whether what he had been telling was true.

Could it be that what I just said offhand is actually true? Is there really something this outrageous?

Ren Woxing was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

While Ren Woxing was still in shock, Jiang Ning clenched his fists and gripped the hilt of the sword, beginning to draw it. With a soft "plop," the Zhenwu Sword was pulled from the corpse beneath his feet.

Jiang Ning glanced at the crowd, then climbed down from the small hill piled with corpses, casually flicked his Zhenwu Sword, and prepared to continue his attack.

Ren Woxing then spoke up: "Are you interested in joining my cult?"

Ok?

Everyone except Jiang Ning was astonished upon hearing Ren Woxing's words.

Now that things have escalated to this point, you're trying to persuade the other side to surrender?

Ignoring the gazes of others, Ren Woxing looked at Jiang Ning and said, "I admire you now. To be honest, you and I don't have any deep-seated hatred or irreconcilable grudges. I sent people to hunt you down only because of our different stances. As long as you are willing to join my Divine Cult, I can give you everything you want. How about it?"

"hehe."

Jiang Ning laughed upon hearing this and said, "What I want, you can't give me."

Ren Woxing chuckled and said, "Do you want money? Power? Or beauty? If you want money, my Divine Sect's treasury is overflowing with gold and silver treasures for you to choose from. As much as you want, I'll give you everything. If you want power, I can designate you as the successor. You will be the next leader of the Divine Sect. If you want beauty, you've seen my daughter, Ren Yingying. She's stunningly beautiful. If you're willing, I can betroth her to you. Whatever you want, just tell me, and there's nothing I can't give you."

Everyone was stunned by Ren Woxing's words. They never expected that Ren Woxing would say such things to recruit someone, even giving up his own daughter.

Jiang Ning's smile deepened as he spoke, word by word.

"I want you all to die."

Chapter 568: The Created Technique Shows Initial Effectiveness

The crowd was already shocked by Ren Woxing's words, but Jiang Ning's words surprised them even more.

Ren Woxing's smile faded slightly.

"Why do you hate us so much?"

Jiang Ning said, "Good and evil are opposites."

"Good? Evil?"

Ren Woxing laughed as if he had heard a joke.

"What is right? What is wrong? Who can define right and wrong? Is the right path always right? Is the wrong path always wrong?"

Ren Woxing thought Jiang Ning's idea was naive.

"How can good and evil be so clearly distinguished? You righteous sects call my divine sect a demonic sect simply because of different positions, and it's just a label you've given us. In reality, what difference is there between what those so-called righteous people do and what we do? Aren't the Songshan Sect of your Five Mountains Sword Sects more cruel than us in secret? Good is not necessarily good, and evil is not necessarily evil. Your obsession with good and evil is just a shallow view."

"You call yourselves the righteous path, but what kind of righteous actions has the Songshan Sect taken? Shaolin, Wudang, do you really think they are all good people?"

"What good and evil, right and wrong? Why make such a clear distinction? Your Huashan Sect is, after all, a Taoist sect. All things carry yin and embrace yang. Don't you understand? There is no absolute good or evil. Without evil, where does good come from? Without wickedness, where does good come from? It's nothing more than you in me and me in you. In the end, the world is just a dog-eat-dog world. What right and wrong, what good and evil, are just rules set by the strong. Taoism emphasizes following the natural order, but you are so fixated on good and evil. Aren't you going further and further away from your Tao? How can you cultivate to transcend? Why not join my Divine Sect and live a carefree and joyful life?"

As the leader of a sect, Ren Woxing's words and thoughts are indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people. If others were to say the words he is saying now, they would probably be disturbed by his words, subconsciously doubt the rightness or wrongness of their own position, and even develop self-doubt.

However, Jiang Ning was not swayed by Ren Woxing's words in the slightest. In response, Jiang Ning laughed.

"I'm too lazy to discuss good and evil with you; you're not worthy."

Ren Woxing's smile faded.

He originally intended to defeat his opponent through a battle of wits, since the other party was just a young man in his early twenties and couldn't possibly out-argue him. However, the other party clearly didn't follow the usual path and directly retorted that he was unworthy, preventing him from launching an intellectual offensive.

Looking at Jiang Ning not far away, Ren Woxing's face was gloomy.

He had never seen such a person before, such an unreasonable person.

Ren Woxing raised his hand and waved.

"kill him."

The crowd immediately swarmed forward.

Jiang Ning glanced around at the Demonic Cult members, then circulated his internal energy from his dantian up to his throat. Suddenly, a soft rumble of thunder sounded.

Jiang Ning opened his mouth and let out a sharp whistle, and invisible sound waves spread out, engulfing the large number of demonic sect members who had surrounded him.

"what!!!"

The demonic cult members at the forefront screamed in agony, clutching their heads and collapsing to the ground in agony. Blood seeped from their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses, making them look horrifying.

The other members of the demonic cult were not spared either, and they all let out mournful howls.

Centered on Jiangning, countless members of the Demonic Cult and martial artists lay on the ground screaming in agony, a truly horrifying scene.

Those who were unaffected by the attack were horrified upon witnessing this scene and dared not approach.

puff!

Blood spurted from the ears of some of the demonic cult members closest to Jiang Ning, and they fell silent and died.

Jiang Ning's sonic attack did not stop. By now, many people had been affected by his move. The demonic cult members who were attacking him lost their ability to attack and fell to the ground screaming and howling.

This move was inspired by the Lion's Roar, one of the Seventy-Two Arts that Jiang Ning saw at the Southern Shaolin Temple. He created this move by using sound to kill enemies. He had been researching it ever since he left the Southern Shaolin Temple, and only now has he truly begun to use it to kill enemies. So far, the effect has been remarkable.

Jiang Ning's fierce roar, amplified by his internal energy, spread outwards. Compared to the Buddhist Lion's Roar, his voice was far more penetrating and aggressive. If he were to unleash the Lion's Roar now, these members of the Demonic Cult would at most be stunned. However, many of them have already died from such attacks. This is the result of Jiang Ning's research over this period of time.

When Jiang Ning created this move, he always intended to use it to kill enemies on a large scale, and now it seems to have been very successful.

"what!!!"

"My head hurts so much! My head hurts so much!"

My head is about to explode!!!

"Kill me! Kill me!!"

One by one, the members of the demonic cult rolled on the ground, clutching their heads. Some felt their heads were splitting with pain, and they frantically scratched their heads, pulling out large amounts of hair and blood. They were disheveled, their faces contorted, a truly terrifying and frightening sight.

"Spare me, spare me."

Some members of the demonic cult stretched out their blood-stained hands toward Jiang Ning in the center, trying to beg for mercy.

Everyone looked at Jiang Ning standing in the center, surrounded by screaming members of the Demonic Cult. Their faces were contorted by Jiang Ning's sonic attack, and blood seeped from their features like the wailing of vengeful ghosts, sending chills down everyone's spines. With corpses all around and those vengeful ghosts reaching out to Jiang Ning, everyone felt as if they had entered hell, and their hearts pounded with fear.

Jiang Ning, witnessing this scene, was unsure whether this was the real Yama or a living Yama.

At this moment, Jiang Ning had stopped the sonic attack, looked around at the situation, and had a clear understanding of the move he had created.

"What kind of move is this? How can it be so terrifying?"

Some people couldn't help but feel alarmed.

The others were also filled with fear.

They had never heard of such a strange move when they heard rumors about Jiangning before.

"It's a bit like the lion's roar in Buddhism."

A seasoned江湖人 (jianghu person) with a broad perspective couldn't help but remark.

"No."

Another martial arts practitioner countered, "The Buddhist Lion's Roar doesn't have that kind of power, nor is it like that."

The speaker was originally a disciple of Shaolin Temple, but later defected from the temple and joined the Demonic Sect. He knew a little about Lion's Roar and knew that what Jiang Ning was using now was definitely not Lion's Roar, but an unknown technique.

"What kind of technique is this? How can it be so strange? Could it be the secret of the Huashan Sect?"

"A demonic sect elder asked with surprise and doubt."

While they were rapidly trying to figure out what kind of technique Jiang Ning was using, Jiang Ning was also thinking about how to name it.

Jiang Ning looked around at the Demonic Cult members who had died with blood flowing from their seven orifices, as well as some who were still alive but were still wailing and clutching their heads like vengeful ghosts. With the corpses all over the ground, it was as if this was a scene from hell. Jiang Ning already had the name of the move in his mind.

It's called the Ghost Prison Wind Howl.

Chapter 569: Your First-Class and My First-Class Seem to Be Different

Looking at the wailing cult members and the mutilated corpses scattered everywhere, a hint of horror appeared in everyone's eyes as they looked at Jiang Ning.

Ren Woxing's face was gloomy.

"kill him."

Ren Woxing gave the order again, and the crowd surged forward once more. Unlike before, those who attacked Jiang Ning were ordinary followers, but this time they were mostly high-ranking experts from the Demonic Cult.

Seeing Jiang Ning surrounded by the crowd, Liu Zhengfeng dared not show any worry, but he was very anxious. Seeing that everyone had already surrounded him, Liu Zhengfeng had no choice but to head towards Jiang Ning as well.

Faced with the crowd that had surrounded him again, Jiang Ning gripped his sword and took a step forward. But to everyone's surprise, Jiang Ning did not attack the crowd. Instead, he turned and walked away.

Jiang Ning's move surprised everyone.

Didn't you come here to kill us? Why are you leaving now?

"Stop him!"

Soon someone reacted and shouted loudly, and then two experts rushed forward and slashed down with their swords, trying to force Jiang Ning to return to defend.

Jiang Ning glanced back at them, then flicked his wrist and unleashed a sword strike. The two men hurriedly parried with their swords.

Bang!Bang!

As if struck by a tremendous force, the two were thrown backward and fell to the ground, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood.

However, neither of them died.

After getting up, the two looked at the knife in their hands. The blade was obviously bent, and even the edge had a nick. The two looked at each other and couldn't help but feel a chill.