Chapter 22: Heroes Among the Gathering

Chapter 22: Heroes Among the Gathering

In the blink of an eye, the day of the Chongyang Festival arrived.

Early that morning, the sounds of fireworks and signal flares echoed from the foot of Mount Huang. Every so often, rockets would shoot into the sky and explode, their sounds and smoke varied and distinct. There were plumes of yellow, red, green, and purple smoke. The explosions differed too, some even producing tricks like double or triple shots with a single arrow, making it seem like a lively New Year celebration.

Gu Fengchen understood. These were the secret signals of various sects and factions. Evidently, leading up to the Chongyang Assembly, many groups had sent scouts to spy near Mount Huang. The flares were naturally summoning those agents to rendezvous.

Just then, a red signal flare soared into the sky. After exploding, three more rockets shot out, detonating in sequence. Gu Fengchen recognized it clearly—it was Broken Heart City’s signal. He immediately began sprinting toward the origin of the flare.

After advancing over ten li into the mountains, he spotted the Broken Heart City contingent. Led by Hua Yuehen, they numbered around fifty people, mostly men—experts selected from those who had rallied to Gu Fengchen. Gu Fengchen called out, “City Lord Hua…”

Everyone turned around and cheered happily upon seeing him. “The City Lord has come!”

Bai Jingjing rushed toward Gu Fengchen, almost throwing herself into his arms. But remembering the many people behind her, she stopped abruptly. Such an action, however, was impossible to hide from skilled warriors. Everyone exchanged knowing, amused glances. Bai Jingjing seemed to notice too; her face flushed crimson as she asked softly, “After all these days… were you alright?”

While Bai Jingjing had once been notoriously fierce and brash in the Jianghu, since her true repentance, she had become more cautious and restrained. In the past, she would have cared little for any audience—acting on her feelings regardless of thousands watching. Now, for some reason, she knew shyness.

Gu Fengchen also blushed deeply and quickly replied, “I’m fine, all good…”

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, no matter how much Bai Jingjing wanted to say, she didn’t dare utter another affectionate word. The two caught up with the group. Hua Yuehen reported to Gu Fengchen, “City Lord, I brought over two hundred and sixty people this time. But considering that ascending the peak with such numbers might appear as if we lack confidence, only these fifty men went up. The remaining two hundred plus stayed outside, setting lookouts along the way. If things turn bad, we just need to send a signal from the peak’s height, and the message will immediately spread outside. They’ll act accordingly.”

Gu Fengchen was very pleased. “City Lord Hua, you’ve thought extremely thoroughly.” Hua Yuehen chided him, “You still call me City Lord? Remember, it’s you who rules Broken Heart City now.” Gu Fengchen hastily nodded and smiled, “Right, right… force of habit.”

Hua Yuehen beckoned to a woman beside her. Prepared in advance, the woman held out a set of clothes. Bai Jingjing smiled, “Sister Hua personally made these for you. Put them on quickly. A proper City Lord naturally needs an extraordinary demeanor.” Gu Fengchen said, “A rough fellow like me… wear new clothes?” Hua Yuehen retorted, “You’re the City Lord of Broken Heart City now! Do you still want to dress in rags? If you do, people will surely ask: ‘Has Broken Heart City joined the Lianhua Luo (Beggars’ Guild)?'”

Everyone laughed heartily.

Lianhua Luo was the Beggars’ Guild, its members all clad in tatters with unkempt hair and grimy faces.

Bai Jingjing urged, “Just put them on! Sister Hua worked hard on this outfit for days! She didn’t even rest at night, working deep into the lamp-lit hours. Truly even more devoted than stitching something for her lover!”

Hua Yuehen raised her hand as if to strike her. “Little minx, spouting nonsense! This is my younger brother, he’s different from others.” The two women, having grown close and sharing similar fiery temperaments, had a frank, unguarded rapport.

Deeply touched, Gu Fengchen said, “Since the day I was born, I only remember wearing monk’s robes. I’ve never worn new clothes before.” This was true. Life in Shaolin Temple was austere; monk’s robes weren’t frequently replaced. And after returning to the village, with no women around, no one made clothes for him. He made do with old garments even during festivals. Luckily, he never cared about such things.

Hearing this, Bai Jingjing and Hua Yuehen both felt a sting in their hearts. Though both had suffered greatly in love, their living standards had always been decent. Not necessarily luxury, but never lacking meat or drink. They had never experienced a life where even new clothes were unaffordable.

Gu Fengchen ducked into a dense thicket, changed into the new clothes, and bundled up his old ones. Bai Jingjing then used the stream water to wash his face and hair, shaving off his beard.

When Gu Fengchen reappeared before the crowd after all this, everyone gasped in admiration.

Before them stood Gu Fengchen cloaked in a purple satin, white-trimmed, blue fox fur cloak. Underneath, he wore a floral brocade tunic with intricate patterns. He was belted with a multicolored ruyi band tied in an auspicious knot, and his feet were clad in deer hide boots embroidered with gold auspicious clouds. Paired with his broad forehead, sword-like eyebrows, tiger-fierce eyes, and wide mouth, he truly looked imposing and dignified, a man of majestic bearing.

Nearly every woman present stared, dumbstruck. A single thought echoed in their minds: Our City Lord Gu, usually unkempt and rather slovenly… yet when dressed properly, he is so strikingly handsome! Truly a magnificent figure of a man.

Gu Fengchen squirmed under their gazes, unsure where to place his hands. He smiled wryly, “Is my appearance… that surprising?”

Hua Yuehen and Bai Jingjing chorused, “Utterly astonishing!” Hua Yuehen added, “Simply the most handsome gentleman under heaven.”

Gu Fengchen rubbed the stubble on his chin and said self-deprecatingly, “Handsome fellows are usually pale-faced and clean-shaven, aren’t they?” Bai Jingjing laughed, “Those are just fair-faced weaklings, not real men at all! A real man is someone like you. If this Great Assembly were judged on looks alone, you’d unquestionably come first.”

Nearby, Qing Fozi remarked languidly, “Even judged on martial prowess, our City Lord is foremost.” The others joined in the clamor.

Gu Fengchen quickly urged, “Enough of the self-praise! The world is filled with talented, exceptional individuals. Success or failure hangs in the balance. Let’s head up the peak; we shouldn’t block the path and get cursed by those behind us.”

Thinking this reasonable, the group stopped their clamor. Gu Fengchen took the lead, with Bai Jingjing and Hua Yuehen flanking him closely behind as they proceeded towards Bright Summit.

On the way, Gu Fengchen quietly recounted the information he had gathered that night to the two women. Hua Yuehen frowned deeply. “This matter is profoundly secret and complex. It’s impossible to determine which faction is responsible for now. Therefore, I suggest we proceed situationally once we ascend. If we succeed in capturing the Cult Leader position… that so-called altar… you absolutely must not approach it.”

Bai Jingjing agreed, “Exactly. At that point, we could also reveal this matter to all the heroes under heaven. Gauge the attitudes of the various sects before deciding our course.”

Gu Fengchen then asked, “Did you bring the things Lady Xueyi provided?”

Hua Yuehen replied with a smile, “Rest assured. We’re counting on them for this trip. How could I forget!” Gu Fengchen sighed, “If I had a choice, I’d rather not be this Cult Leader.” Hua Yuehen countered, “We must seize it. Whether you assume the role is another matter entirely. You can return the position to Leader Ling afterward. But if someone else captures it… it won’t be so simple.”

Gu Fengchen said, “I understand, so I will go all out.”

As they were speaking, they had arrived below Bright Summit.

Once there, they could see the Red Lotus Sect disciples had formed a welcoming procession; first, on both sides of the road, twenty drummers and musicians were lined up, each holding wind and percussion instruments like sheng, flutes, and gongs, and as soon as guests arrived, they began playing welcoming music.

At the foot of the mountain greeting guests were two from the Eight Outer Sects: the Renmen Gate Master, Ren Hou, and Hongjuanmen Gate Master, Xiang Feihua.

These two had long roamed the Jianghu (Martial World), knew many people extremely well, and were both knowledgeable and sharp-minded, so they recognized almost every important figure from different sects; thus, having them here to welcome guests ensured no one was misidentified and avoided awkwardness.

This showed how detailed the arrangements of the Red Lotus Sect were.

Gu Fengchen naturally knew these two; back at Goddess Peak, Gu Fengchen had once risked his life to save them.

But now, upon seeing Red Lotus Sect members, Gu Fengchen frowned slightly, feeling guilty deep down, so he couldn’t muster his usual vigor.

Hua Yuehen noticed it and whispered softly, “City Lord, this is not the time to show weakness; we must not lose the prestige of Broken Heart City.”

Gu Fengchen’s mind stirred, thinking silently that now he represented not just himself but the entire Broken Heart City; if he lost in spirit and hung his head, it would shame Broken Heart City.

Thinking this, Gu Fengchen took a long breath and finally regained his former vigor; his eyes turned relaxed and confident as he strode forward.

Ren Hou and Xiang Feihua had seen him early; both their eyes flashed with complex expressions; the Red Lotus Sect was well-informed in the Jianghu (Martial World), so they had known long ago that Gu Fengchen had become City Lord of Broken Heart City and had recruited many people; in just half a month, Broken Heart City had over a hundred masters, which by that standard already ranked it among the major sects of the Jianghu (Martial World).

But the Red Lotus Sect, like other sects, hadn’t figured out why Gu Fengchen had such great appeal, attracting so many masters to join in such a short time.

Gu Fengchen walked forward; Ren Hou stepped up first with a cupped-hand salute and a smiling expression, “So it is Mr. Gu; last time at Goddess Peak, we troubled you greatly and never thanked you; I hope you forgive us for not doing so sooner.”

Gu Fengchen gave a faint smile and said, “Such a small matter; it’s hardly worth mentioning.”

Ren Hou said, “We heard that Mr. Gu has ascended to become City Lord of Broken Heart City, but due to our sect’s recent busy affairs, we haven’t been able to send anyone to congratulate you; our apologies.”

Gu Fengchen said, “Regarding this, Broken Heart City didn’t notify the martial world community; we were discourteous first, so Mr. Ren need not be so modest.”

Xiang Feihua said, “Recently, we heard Broken Heart City is strong and prosperous; very auspicious. This must be because Mr. Gu’s reputation spreads far and wide, and you govern the city effectively.”

Gu Fengchen said, “Not at all; it’s just fellow Jianghu (Martial World) friends giving me face; I’m embarrassed.”

After exchanging a few polite words, Ren Hou said, “This is not a place for talk at the mountain foot; your seat is already prepared at the peak summit; please go up.”

Saying this, both stepped aside; Gu Fengchen cupped his hands and strode proudly past; the people behind followed up towards the peak.

On the mountain path now, every few steps, a Red Lotus Sect disciple stood holding a banner, staring straight ahead without distraction.

The uniforms and banners were all brand new, looking very spirited.

The group reached the large hall at the mountain waist; there were more people here to receive them, led by Shende Taoist and Zhou Cuo from the Eight Steeds of the Crimson Lotus; several long tables were set with tea snacks and many chairs for resting.

Gu Fengchen arrived here; Shende Taoist walked up for brief greetings and offered tea; Gu Fengchen drank a cup and rested briefly before continuing upward.

Soon, they reached Bright Summit; they saw that in the open ground before the three Main Halls, many people were already sitting or standing, with a large crowd filling the square.

Red Lotus Sect members who were receiving guests came promptly; they guided Gu Fengchen and his party to the west side of the square, where a long table was already set, with a nameplate saying Broken Heart City.

Behind the table, a chair was placed, indicating that only the City Lord could sit; Gu Fengchen glanced at Hua Yuehen and Bai Jingjing; both smiled, signaling him to sit while they stood behind him.

Gu Fengchen had to sit down.

Immediately, someone served tea; its refreshing aroma filled the air.

Gu Fengchen and the others looked around; today, Bright Summit was even more different than usual.

The three Main Halls were all freshly decorated; they must have been cleaned thoroughly, the pillars repainted, and red lanterns and red silks hung under the eaves, appearing both dignified and festive; the square before the halls was swept very clean, and a Sacred Altar had been built in the center of the square.

The altar had nine levels because the Red Lotus Sect revered “nine” as supreme; it was made of red earth, very striking.

Around the Sacred Altar were the seats for guests; by now, most had filled up; Gu Fengchen scanned and noticed the Four Great Clans were arranged directly south, with four people sitting behind two long tables: naturally Du Qianlong and his wife, Wan Chongshan, and Nangong Yue representing the Nangong Family, but Qing’er was nowhere to be seen.

Behind them stood over twenty people; counselors like Liu Dongbai were among them; it seemed the Four Great Clans took this grand ceremony very seriously and had indeed brought their elite forces.

Looking elsewhere, many major sects were present; on the eastern side sat famous independent loners and wanderers of the Jianghu (Martial World), where many meditation cushions were set for people to sit on the ground.

The entire square gathered about a thousand people; discussion arose everywhere as people held their thoughts, waiting for the show to begin.

After surveying it all, Gu Fengchen felt a bit more at ease; he had met almost every top master here before, and now, with the Hundred Flowers Divine Palm mastered, he was like a tiger with wings, feeling about seventy percent confident he could surpass all heroes.

People continued to ascend the peak and get seated; Hua Yuehen and Qing Fozi took turns briefing Gu Fengchen; Hua Yuehen knew many heroes but rarely fought them, so she wasn’t familiar with their fighting styles; however, Qing Fozi was different; he had traveled the whole world and always sparred with local masters wherever he went; people thought he just craved martial arts and sought guidance sincerely, unaware it was a tactic of the White Lotus Sect to gauge others’ strength for future use.

Qing Fozi gave detailed and thorough explanations one by one; Gu Fengchen grasped it quickly and nodded often.

Before long, Qing Fozi covered the major sects: Qingshan Sect, Long River Gang, Yandang Sect, Xianxia Sect, Nanhai Sect, Jiugong Sect, etc.—all famous and formidable in the Jianghu (Martial World)—and finally spoke about the Four Great Clans.

Gu Fengchen asked, “Qing Fozi, the martial skills of the Four Great Clans are unparalleled; do you have any insights?”

Qing Fozi pondered and said, “That question is quite challenging, City Lord. The masters of the Four Great Clans are like Mount Tai and the Dipper in the Jianghu (Martial World), their fame even surpassing Wudang and Shaolin; I’ve had no chance to face them myself. But I’ve heard much from others. Since the City Lord asks, I’ll share my humble opinion boldly.”

Gu Fengchen said, “That’s best.”

Qing Fozi said, “Let’s first talk about the Nangong Family of the Four Great Clans, which had the weakest reputation. Since the demise of Nangong Bai over ten years ago, the Nangong Family had declined in influence, but in terms of martial skills, it was said they hadn’t regressed much; it was just that this young Nangong master was still too youthful and lacked experience. If we consider the breadth of martial skills alone, the Nangong Family could be considered the head of the Four Great Clans. Ever since Nangong Bai’s father was alive, they had widely adopted the strengths of other schools’ martial arts, creating their own distinct style, which must never be underestimated. But today’s young Nangong master was no match for the City Lord. If you fight him, City Lord, you shouldn’t worry too much about variations; just attack with full force. This is about using simple brute force to overcome complexity: no matter how many moves he changes into, you ought to strike with a single palm and never adapt to his changes, or you’d be using your weaknesses against his strengths.”

Gu Fengchen nodded. “Then what about the Wan family of Longxi? I once fought Wan Chongshan and managed a narrow win; that was also because he was careless.”

Qing Fozi thought for a moment. “In terms of sheer ferocity in martial skills, the Wan family was the foremost among the Four Great Clans. Wan Chongshan excelled with exceptionally pure internal energy, having mastered his hand techniques to perfection. If you fight him, you must avoid his hands and attack other areas instead to stand a chance.”

Gu Fengchen asked, “And how about the Zhuge Family and the Twin Dragon Fort?”

Qing Fozi replied, “Du Qianlong of the Twin Dragon Fort was unmatched in palm techniques, and his Qiulong Staff showed extraordinary skill, but I suspect his internal energy wasn’t as strong as yours, City Lord. So if you face him, focus on competing in palm techniques rather than weapons. As for the Zhuge Family, they rarely fought others, and for now, I couldn’t grasp the key points, so I couldn’t comment.”

Gu Fengchen thought to himself that based on that single palm strike from Zhuge Xianyun that had hurt him, the Zhuge Family’s martial skills were undoubtedly the top among the Four Great Clans; they just hid them deeply and seldom revealed them. Fortunately, the Zhuge Family hadn’t sent anyone to this event, so he needn’t bother worrying.

As he was thinking, he saw someone emerge from the Main Hall; it was Shen Rou. She wore a bright red garment, standing out distinctly. She approached the altar, climbed a few steps to the fifth level, then stopped and bowed toward the eastern, southern, and western sides of the gathering. “Greetings to the heroes of the Jianghu,” she said.

Her voice wasn’t loud, and the tone was soft and beautiful, but each word reached the ears of the gathered heroes. Immediately, silence fell all around. Everyone looked up at her and waited to hear what she would say next.

Shen Rou spoke unhurriedly. “Today, our Red Lotus Sect is holding its Succession Ceremony, and we’re truly fortunate to have heroes from all over come. To be good hosts, if anyone needs anything, just ask. We may not get dragon liver or phoenix gall, but we have plenty of seafood, mountain delicacies, fine wine, and fragrant tea.”

Someone called out loudly, “We didn’t come here for a meal; if we wanted that, we wouldn’t climb this thousand-foot-high ‘big bamboo pole.'” The crowd couldn’t help but smile at him comparing Bright Summit to a large bamboo pole.

Shen Rou smiled too. “This hero is right. Everyone is at Bright Summit to witness the Succession Ceremony, but as it’s not time yet, we have some leisure. So I came to say that if anyone has requests, please speak up.”

The same person called, “There are requests, but I doubt you have the authority to handle them.”

Shen Rou said with a faint smile, “I wondered who it was; it must be Bat Master from Bat Mountain Villa. You came from Taihang Mountain without fear of a long journey; I’ll thank you first.”

Hearing it was him, the crowd felt astonished. Bat Master, whose surname was Bian and personal name Fu, was the head of Bat Mountain Villa in Taihang Mountain, unattached to any sect—considered a rogue warrior in the Jianghu, hence seated among the eastern group. His eyesight was extremely poor, unable to see beyond a few yards, but his hearing was superb, able to deduce shapes from sounds. He practiced unorthodox skills, and his weapon was a bat claw, making him a formidable fighter.

Without needing to examine the eastern side closely, Shen Rou knew it was him; her hearing was clearly exceptional.

Bat Master said, “No thanks needed. I just have a question: was inviting heroes from everywhere only to watch your Cult Leader sit on the altar throne, then everyone goes home—is that right?”

Shen Rou responded, “Roughly so.”

Bat Master said sarcastically, “Well, that means your Red Lotus Sect is providing poor hospitality.” Shen Rou remained unperturbed and said calmly, “If so, where are we lacking? I beg you to enlighten me.” Bat Master explained, “Everyone traveled thousands of miles to Bright Summit, goodness knows how many horses dropped dead, just to see you act out a coronation scene—hardly worth it, wouldn’t you all say?”

The assembled heroes clamored in agreement: “Exactly…” “True…”

Shen Rou asked, “Then by your view, what should we do so everyone feels it wasn’t a wasted trip?”

Bat Master gave two shrill laughs. “If it were up to me, your Red Lotus Sect should conduct a martial contest for the position—that would liven things up!” Shen Rou replied, “But that won’t do. The Cult Leader position is already filled; no need for another contest. Naturally, it’s our top martial expert.” Bat Master countered, “You say top expert, but I’ve yet to see proof…”

Suddenly, someone nearby sneered, “Do you even deserve a fight with our Cult Leader? To teach a lesson to a blind bat like you, the Cult Leader doesn’t need to lift a finger.” The crowd turned to see it was Zhou Cuo of the Eight Steeds of the Crimson Lotus. By now, he and Shende Taoist had reached the summit. Hearing disrespect, Zhou Cuo couldn’t help but interject.

Bat Master had no fear and continued sarcastically, “I may not be worth the Marquis of Phantom Shadow’s attention, but with thousands of heroes here, nearly all doubting, how many could you possibly take down?” Shen Rou interjected, “Today is the ceremony day for our sect; weapons and conflict would spoil the mood. Since you doubt, what’s your real proposal?”

Bat Master stated, “Now that sounds reasonable! Unlike some people who, relying on being on home turf and having backup, start barking at others like bullies.”

Zhou Cuo had never heard such insults! Instantly enraged, he moved to attack. Shende Taoist restrained him, signaling with his eyes, and whispered, “Careful, don’t rush. Taking his life can wait.” Zhou Cuo snapped to sense and didn’t advance, but snorted coldly. “Sharp-tongued scoundrel.”

The two of them headed into the Main Hall on the east side.

Shende Taoist’s reasoning made sense: among the attendees, almost half were enemies of the Red Lotus Sect. Grudges had formed over a decade prior, time hadn’t erased them, and any spark could ignite old hatreds. With the ceremony imminent, a hasty act could ruin their plans.

The assembled heroes weighed their thoughts: some assumed Bat Master had a death wish, daring to quarrel openly with a member of the Eight Steeds of the Crimson Lotus; others guessed he’d been secretly ordered by the Four Great Clans to stir trouble and sabotage the occasion.

Everyone pondered silently with rapt attention.

Seeing Zhou Cuo enter the hall side building and ignore him, Bat Master chuckled triumphantly. Turning back to Shen Rou, he said, “My idea isn’t great, but any hero here who thinks the selected Cult Leader isn’t fit for the role could challenge him. If this Red Lotus Cult Leader truly excels above all, then we couldn’t argue, could we?”

As his words ended, many voiced support: “True… Show your skills; only the winner deserves to be Cult Leader…”

Suddenly, an extremely shrill, thin voice pierced through the air: “Bat Master, your words are all wrong.”

The voice was like a sharp needle, stabbing into everyone’s eardrums. It was extremely uncomfortable, yet it rang with crystal clarity. There was no escaping it. Evidently, this person’s internal energy cultivation was exceptionally profound.

Bat Master stood up. He nodded toward the west side of the plaza. “Just by hearing this voice, it must be ‘Flower Fox Demon’ Master Hu Bu. Instead of staying in your underground palace, what brings you to Mount Huang? Have you come to avenge Nine Palaces Real Man?”

About a dozen steps to the left of Gu Fengchen, a man rose to his feet. This man was Hu Bu, the deputy sect leader of the Nine Palaces Sect, renowned for his acerbic tongue.

The feud between the Nine Palaces Sect and the Red Lotus Sect ran deep. Over a decade ago, the two factions clashed. At the time, the Cult Leader Ling Yufeng had not personally intervened. Instead, he dispatched Gui Qulai, then still ranked among the Eight Steeds and not yet elevated to the Three Kings, to challenge the Nine Palaces Sect. Gui Qulai dueled their leader, Nine Palaces Real Man. In less than a hundred moves, Gui Qulai grievously wounded the Real Man. Carried back to his sect, Nine Palaces Real Man soon breathed his last. This cemented the bitter hatred between the two sects. Today, when anyone from the Nine Palaces Sect spoke of the Red Lotus Sect, harsh words were all but guaranteed.

But now, they heard Hu Bu’s piercing cry: “Today is the Red Lotus Sect’s Succession Ceremony! It’s not some martial world alliance leader selection. What’s the need for martial contests and skill comparisons? To put it bluntly, this is their internal affair! You were invited here simply to offer congratulations. Since ancient times, the honored guest does not oppress the host! Bat Master arrives at this peak, eats their food, drinks their wine, yet only stirs trouble. One wonders who put you up to this?”

This outburst left the crowd utterly bewildered. People thought to themselves: This Flower Fox Demon is actually speaking for the Red Lotus Sect! If anyone else did this, it might be understandable. But the Nine Palaces Sect and the Red Lotus Sect were supposed to be mortal enemies! Why would the deputy sect leader stand up for their foes? How truly bizarre!

Thanks to Qing Fozi’s explanation earlier, Gu Fengchen already understood the discord between these two sects. Now, he glanced toward Shen Rou. She wore a faint smile watching Hu Bu, while Hu Bu dared not meet her gaze. Gu Fengchen suspected that the Nine Palaces Sect had likely been subdued by the Red Lotus Sect and was now compelled to defend its former enemy.

Sure enough, Bat Master responded: “Then Master Hu, having come up the mountain yourself, eating their food, drinking their wine, must also be acting under their instruction, defending them so strenuously.”

Hu Bu retorted, “I merely find your conduct distasteful and speak a fair word. Could it be that you disapprove of their Cult Leader’s succession? What business is their martial prowess of yours? Could it be that Bat Master has also joined the Red Lotus Sect and now aspires to be Cult Leader?”

Bat Master, caught off guard by this pointed attack, momentarily found himself at a loss for a retort. Now, murmurs broke out among the crowd. Some agreed with Bat Master; others supported Hu Bu’s stance. Chaos ensued.

Then, suddenly, a voice rang out from the ranks of the Four Great Clans: “Sect Leader Hu’s words do have some reason.”

This voice was neither loud nor soft, slightly sweet and charming; it belonged to a woman. Yet, every single person heard it clearly. This level of skill was clearly far superior to Bat Master’s. Bat Master had sharpened his voice through internal energy, like shooting a needle from his throat to pin into people’s ears. This woman just spoke normally, with no sense that she was exerting internal energy whatsoever.

Everyone turned to look. The speaker was Long Xielan, the chief strategist of the Four Great Clans.

Seeing it was her, a hush immediately fell over the assembly. No one dared speak loudly. They all thought: The Four Great Clans and the Red Lotus Sect are as incompatible as fire and water. Yet what Long Xielan just said actually agreed with Hu Bu? Wasn’t that speaking on behalf of the Red Lotus Sect?

Most were bewildered. But some shrewder minds faintly guessed that Long Xielan spoke this way with a deeper and far more sinister motive than Bat Master’s original intent.

Seeing silence reign over the assembly, Long Xielan spoke again, deliberately unhurried. “The Red Lotus Sect’s Succession Ceremony graciously invited heroes from across the land to witness the occasion. In my view, this demonstrates magnanimity, seeking to resolve the grievances of previous generations. Such broad-mindedness deserves our genuine appreciation. Therefore, the Four Great Clans also arrived brimming with sincerity. Should there be any outsiders seeking to interfere in the internal affairs of the Red Lotus Sect, we cannot support that.”

Upon hearing this, the assembled heroes turned their gazes toward Bat Master as one. They saw his aged face crumple nearly into dried orange peel; he closed his eyes, silent.

Long Xielan’s purpose was crystal clear: The Four Great Clans came to witness the rites, offering heartfelt support without any ill intent. Should anyone choose to complicate matters, it would have absolutely nothing to do with the Four Great Clans.

As her words settled, people began whispering and discussing fervently. They had just collectively believed Bat Master was at Mount Huang under the Four Great Clans’ instigation to stir trouble. But now, that seemed mistaken.

Gu Fengchen exchanged a glance with Hua Yuehen. Cold smiles touched both their hearts. They naturally understood: the Four Great Clans would never arrive with genuine sincerity, as Long Xielan claimed. If any “sincerity” existed, it was the sincerity to stir trouble. But her brilliance was in stating her position upfront to deflect suspicion away from the Four Great Clans themselves.

This was the pinnacle of clever provocation. Its brilliance lay in making it appear—to the listener—that there was no provocation at all, only an effort to quell disorder on their behalf.

Shen Rou also smiled faintly, hearing this. “If Castle Master Long truly intends what she says, that is proof enough of sincerity.” Long Xielan replied, “That is only part of it. Truly, a rare gathering of heroes occurs today. There is one matter I wish for everyone present—whether friends of the Four Great Clans or comrades of the Red Lotus Sect, all children of the Jianghu (Martial World)—to evaluate and discuss. For thousands of years, countless conflicts and killings within our world have stemmed from but two words: Benefit and Power. No need to speak of ancient times. Take just a dozen or so years past: the conflict between the Four Great Clans and the Red Lotus Sect. Superficially, it seemed a split between the orthodox and unorthodox paths. Yet I ask everyone: who among us can declare that the unorthodox path harbors not a single righteous soul, nor that the orthodox path shelters not a single scoundrel?”

The heroes nodded one after another in agreement. The words indeed held truth.

Shen Rou was deeply familiar with the history of enmity between the Red Lotus Sect and the Four Great Clans. Long Xielan hit the mark: beneath the surface of the supposed split between paths lay the Red Lotus Sect’s deep resentment toward the rise of the Four Great Clans. Previously, the righteous Jianghu factions were led by the Shaolin and Wudang sects. Other orthodox factions were less cohesive, practically scattered like loose sand. Amid this fragmentation, the Red Lotus Sect found ample space to maneuver and profit.

Both Shaolin and Wudang were religious orders—one Buddhist, one Taoist—with little inherent drive towards power and benefit. Consequently, the Red Lotus Sect prospered, its influence and reputation growing steadily.

But the Four Great Clans rose quickly. Gradually, they gathered the scattered orthodox factions under their control. Within a mere dozen years, their power became formidable; many orthodox warriors pledged allegiance to them. Sensing this threat, the Red Lotus Sect initiated its campaign to suppress the Four Great Clans. This ignited the feud between them. Ultimately, it erupted into warfare, a major conflict.

Why would Long Xielan raise this topic at the Succession Ceremony today? Shen Rou was uncertain and refrained from interrupting, choosing instead to listen.

Long Xielan continued, “Black Path, White Path—they are but empty labels. The Black Path condemns the White Path as hypocritical; the White Path condemns the Black Path as wicked. Thus, they butcher each other endlessly, creating countless human tragedies. Upon closer examination, many conflicts arise merely from differing perspectives. What a grievous shame.”

Her words stirred something in many hearts. This felt profoundly true. Many had killed, yet how many of those slain truly deserved it? Often, the distinction blurred. People clung to one core principle: better I kill others than others kill me.

Long Xielan said, “Since ancient times, our Jianghu has been divided into Black and White Paths. Like the duality of Yin and Yang, this division none can alter. But what I wish to say today is not about merging the two paths. That ambition is too vast, our numbers too many; universal agreement is impossible. My point today is that the Red Lotus Sect’s actions currently constitute a tremendous, benevolent act benefiting the entire Jianghu.”

Hearing this, Lamp-Keeper Zi, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect, asked, “How is it a great benevolent act?”

Long Xielan answered with conviction, “It is this: breaking down barriers, discarding old hatreds. If the Red Lotus Sect is willing to utterly bury past enmities with the Four Great Clans, the Four Great Clans will unquestionably reciprocate. After all, the bitter losses both sects suffered in the last major conflict remain unswallowable.”

This firm, resolute declaration caused a visible stir among the assembly.

So the Four Great Clans came here to form an alliance with the Red Lotus Sect! Excitement rippled through the gathering. If such an alliance solidified, it would undoubtedly be a blessing for the entire martial world. Sharper minds also perceived deeper calculations: first, transforming the Red Lotus Sect from foe to friend would eliminate a major conflict; second, it would free the Four Great Clans’ hands to contend with Shaolin and Wudang, ultimately replacing them as the leading powers of the Jianghu.

No matter how one looked at it, the Four Great Clans had already extended an olive branch; it was up to the Red Lotus Sect whether to accept it or kick it back.

Shen Rou listened without expressing approval or disapproval. She merely offered a faint smile and said, “Personally, I wholeheartedly agree with Host Long. Host Long possesses a compassionate heart, truly a great kindness. However, this matter is of great significance. I cannot give you an answer right now. I must await the succession of our Cult Leader before any decision can be made.”

Long Xielan nodded. “I understand that perfectly. We are in no rush. Naturally, we must allow you time to deliberate.” With that, she sat back down in her chair.

Gu Fengchen glanced at Hua Yuehen and asked softly, “What game is she playing?”

Bai Jingjing felt somewhat neglected. Since Gu Fengchen’s arrival at the peak, he had barely glanced her way, conversing only with Hua Yuehen. Hearing him ask Hua Yuehen another question now, she interjected, “It’s obvious to everyone! First, give the Red Lotus Sect a sense of security, then stab them in the back in secret.”

Gu Fengchen didn’t wish to appear overly familiar with her, so he responded with a noncommittal, “Hmm.” Hua Yuehen took over then, saying, “Her words were exceedingly forceful. I believe she had three intentions. First, as Jingjing stated, but that point the Red Lotus Sect could guess; they wouldn’t fall for it.”

Bai Jingjing asked, “What are the other two intentions?”

Hua Yuehen paused briefly to think before answering, “Second, Long Xielan proactively demonstrated sincerity, passing the initiative to the Red Lotus Sect. If the Red Lotus Sect refuses reconciliation, then the Martial World would perceive them as harboring resentment and lacking magnanimity. After all, both sides suffered casualties in that decisive battle over a decade ago; it’s not that only the Red Lotus Sect took losses. It was mutually debilitating. Should the Red Lotus Sect refuse peace, it gives the Four Great Clans legitimate grounds to claim the moral high ground, enabling them to righteously launch another campaign against the sect.”

Bai Jingjing nodded. “Exactly. I want peace, you don’t, you insist on fighting – so reason naturally stands on my side.” Hua Yuehen continued, “Moreover, Long Xielan voiced many grand principles about the conflicts between the righteous and unorthodox paths and the disputes within the Martial World. Her implications were venomous. If the Red Lotus Sect rejects peace, they would be labeled as disruptors of harmony and instigators of strife. Henceforth, any conflict or battle could be linked to them. Unwittingly, they would gain numerous enemies. This move was truly formidable.”

Hearing this, Gu Fengchen felt a chill. He finally understood why Long Xielan was dubbed the ‘female strategist’, the brain behind the Four Great Clans. He asked, “And the third point?”

Hua Yuehen replied, “The third point? If the Red Lotus Sect consents to this proposal, it would be icing on the cake for the Four Great Clans.”

Gu Fengchen asked, “Why is that?”

Hua Yuehen explained, “According to Lady Xueyi, the Four Great Clans have already planted a spy within the Red Lotus Sect. Today, during the succession ceremony, Cult Leader Ling will be too gravely ill to perform her duties. That spy can then seize the opportunity to ascend as the new Cult Leader. Had Long Xielan not mentioned the pact for alliance, the moment this spy assumed leadership and swore fealty to the Four Great Clans, suspicions would inevitably arise.”

Gu Fengchen had a sudden realization. “Ah, I see! This way, no one would suspect the newly appointed Cult Leader is a spy for the Four Great Clans. Consequently, the Four Great Clans would gain complete control over the Red Lotus Sect.”

Hua Yuehen’s thorough analysis of the three intents caused both Gu Fengchen and those behind him considerable alarm. They privately acknowledged that the Four Great Clans were indeed extraordinary. They set a deadly trap for the Red Lotus Sect the moment they opened their mouths upon arrival at the peak. It seemed regardless of whether the Red Lotus Sect agreed to the peace pact or not, they were inevitably snared by the Four Great Clans.

What was even more masterful was that the Four Great Clans and the Jianghu Alliance Leader—Zhuge Xianyun—were not present. Should the scheme backfire and be exposed, it could all be blamed merely on personal initiative, entirely divorced from greater Jianghu principles. It wouldn’t harm Zhuge Xianyun’s prestige. As long as Zhuge Xianyun remained standing, the Four Great Clans would not fall. Thus, this move by them ensured they stood on unassailable ground from the outset.

One speech alone was like a thrusting sword: sharp on both edges with a pointed tip; how could one possibly parry it?

Gu Fengchen thought for a moment and asked, “In that case, what should we do now?” This question was directed at Bai Jingjing. When leaving Broken Heart City, he had tasked her with devising a strategy, even a somewhat ruthless one was acceptable. At that time, Bai Jingjing had eagerly agreed.

Now, hearing his question, Bai Jingjing brought her mouth close to his ear and whispered, grinning, “I already have it figured out. Though I’m not as clever as Sister Hua, when it comes to deception and trickery, I might just rank among the experts.”

Gu Fengchen chuckled. “You only succeeded with someone as simple as me, you drew me in. The enemy now is Long Xielan, famed as the ‘female Zhuge’. To deceive her? Difficult as ascending to heaven.”

Bai Jingjing giggled. “This trick of mine would fool even the real Zhuge Liang, let alone a female Zhuge!” Then she whispered a flurry of words into Gu Fengchen’s ear. Gu Fengchen listened with a deepening frown. Finally, he lifted his head, asking with astonishment, “Is it truly necessary?”

Seeing his bewildered expression, Bai Jingjing suppressed a laugh. “What do you think?” Gu Fengchen said, “The plan is clever, but it’s a bit… a bit…” Bai Jingjing finished, “A bit underhanded, isn’t it?”

Gu Fengchen nodded. Bai Jingjing argued, “When dealing with seasoned wolves like the Four Great Clans, you have to employ some lowly tricks. It’s the only way to fool them. Even if it weren’t for Broken Heart City, for Cult Leader Ling’s sake, you have to grit your teeth and use it.”

At this point, Gu Fengchen’s doubts finally dissipated. He nodded and said, “Very well. When the crucial moment arrives, I shall proceed as planned.”

Leaving aside the scheming of Broken Heart City, let us turn to Shen Rou. Seeing that it was almost noon, she clearly announced, “The time has arrived. I hereby declare the commencement of the Red Lotus Sect’s Fifteenth Cult Leader Succession Ceremony.”

At once, music began to play. Dozens of men emerged slowly from the side halls, splitting into two rows, each holding musical instruments. They walked opposite each other. Upon reaching the foot of the Sacred Altar, they parted left and right, forming four columns. They took their positions around the four sides of the altar, all turning to face the gathered heroes. The music never stopped playing. Then, four burly men emerged from the main hall and unrolled a long red carpet onto the ground, stretching all the way to the foot of the Sacred Altar. Evidently, this carpet was the path prepared for the new Cult Leader to tread towards the altar.

By now, Shen Rou had already descended from the Sacred Altar and stood outside the central Main Hall. Another figure approached—Xue Wuhen. They stood on either side of the red carpet. Raising his voice, Xue Wuhen intoned, “Red lotus bloomed, bringing auspicious signs; a hundred spirits provided protection. Its mighty light shone upon our broken forms, soothed our injuries, and vowed to protect our divine sect, everlasting through the ages.”

Qing Fozi whispered to Gu Fengchen, “Still the same words after a hundred years. Only, the first phrase used to be ‘White lotus bloomed’.”

Gu Fengchen offered a faint smile. Qing Fozi and the others, knowing Gu Fengchen was aware of their identities, hid nothing. Their mutual candor fostered a greater sense of affinity.

As Xue Wuhen’s voice faded, the music suddenly turned warm and gentle. With the turn of the music, four pairs of beautifully adorned maidens emerged from the main hall. They carried lotus-banner lamps and walked with measured steps towards the Sacred Altar. Behind these four pairs of maidens came eight powerfully built men, their upper bodies bare. Each man held a golden-hued lotus pedestal, about one foot in diameter and exquisitely crafted. The eight men split into two rows and took positions left and right. Only then did a figure emerge from the hall.

It was a woman. She wore a red cloak embroidered with lotus patterns and a Nine-Treasure Lotus Crown that gleamed under the sunlight. Nine strands of pearl ornaments hung from the crown, veiling her face and obscuring her features.

With this woman’s appearance, the music changed once more, becoming solemn and dignified. Matching the woman’s steps, the eight men placed the golden lotus pedestals beneath her feet, ensuring that with every step, she trod upon a lotus pedestal.

Hua Yuehen couldn’t help letting out a soft, cold chuckle. “Treading on golden lotus petals? Could it be that the founding patriarch of the Red Lotus Sect was none other than the infamous Donghun Marquis of Southern Qi?!”

The Donghun Marquis she mentioned was indeed notorious. His name was Xiao Baojuan, the sixth emperor of Southern Qi, excessive in his debauchery and extravagance. He once ordered gold ingots to be carved into lotus flowers, commanded his favorite consort, Lady Pan, to walk upon them, calling it “treading to create lotuses”. The current scene seemed remarkably similar.

In reality, the Red Lotus Sect had absolutely zero connection to that Donghun Marquis. The Red Lotus Sect had always revered purity. Since, among flowers, the lotus was lauded as “rising unstained from the muddy sludge”, the Red Lotus Sect ensured that everything was scrubbed utterly clean during any major ceremony. The Cult Leader Succession Ceremony was the most grand and solemn ritual of all. To demonstrate the highest reverence, they used a lotus pedestal as stepping stairs, ensuring the leader wouldn’t touch a speck of dust.

Outsiders, naturally, didn’t know this, so it appeared excessively flamboyant to them.

By now, the woman about to become the leader had walked slowly to the front of the Sacred Altar.

All eyes fell upon her. Gu Fengchen wondered to himself, Could this be Ling Ling? If it really is her, was the previous feigned poisoning merely to give the Four Great Clans a fright? Considering it carefully, even that wouldn’t justify such an elaborate ruse.

Thinking this, he turned to look towards the members of the Four Great Clans. He saw Long Xielan and the others, expressionless, revealing nothing of their thoughts. There was neither surprise on their faces nor smug smiles — they looked utterly calm.

Although Gu Fengchen couldn’t read anything from their expressions, he had a vague feeling that a dramatic turn was about to unfold.

Xue Wuhen and Shen Rou walked forward from either side and stood below the altar. Xue Wuhen called out loudly, “We humbly invite the Cult Leader to ascend the altar and accept the mantle of leadership…”

The Cult Leader lifted her foot, preparing to ascend.

At that precise moment, a voice suddenly rang out from the corner beneath the left side of the Main Hall, “Hold it…”

This shout came out of nowhere; everyone was startled and turned to look. From beneath the corner of the hall stepped one person, wearing a wide-brimmed hat with a veil and clad in blue robes. Since his face was hidden, no one knew who he was.

Xue Wuhen suppressed his anger and demanded, “Sir, do you have something to say?”

The man in blue replied, “Indeed, I do have something to say.”

Gu Fengchen found the voice strangely familiar. Suddenly, he remembered: this was the man who had been waiting under the tree that night, after he had chased the masked figure to the peak.

Facing the assembled heroes, Xue Wuhen, despite his fury, couldn’t rudely shout down the man. He said with a cold, mocking smile, “Sir, if you have words, you may certainly speak them to all the heroes after the Succession Ceremony is complete. The auspicious moment is upon us; our sect will not delay official proceedings for private matters.”

The man in blue snorted derisively, “What I have to say is official business. And it concerns the Red Lotus Sect’s own affairs.”

Xue Wuhen retorted, “Then we must seek your clarification.” The man in blue said, “The matter is actually quite simple. It concerns this Cult Leader…” He pointed directly at the woman, “…She is an impostor! She absolutely cannot become the Leader of the Red Lotus Sect!”

Upon hearing this, the entire hall was shocked into an uproar.

Xue Wuhen flushed crimson with fury, ready to erupt. Shen Rou, however, gave him a subtle nod, signaling restraint. She then smiled at the man in blue, “Sir, you make such a bold claim! You declare the Cult Leader is false and ineligible to succeed. Might we ask, how could you possibly know she’s an impostor?”

The man in blue declared, “That woman is definitely not Leader Ling! She’s a puppet you’ve put forward! If you don’t believe me, have her lift the beaded curtain and reveal her true face!”

Shen Rou replied calmly, “That we cannot do. The beaded curtain may only be lifted after the succession is formalized. This is an unbreakable rule.”

The man in blue retorted, “What rule? It’s more likely your guilty conscience speaking! The true Leader Ling has already been murdered by your hands! Now you parade a puppet to take charge of the Red Lotus Sect, intending to turn it into your own domain in the future! Did you think I wouldn’t know?!”

Shen Rou smiled thinly, “Whose domain the Red Lotus Sect becomes is none of your concern. These are the internal affairs of the Red Lotus Sect. Outsiders have no business interfering or spreading slander.”

The man in blue challenged, “By your reasoning, then, if someone isn’t a member of the Red Lotus Sect, they have no right to speak on its matters?” Shen Rou confirmed, “Naturally.” The man in blue said, “In that case, if I were a member of the Red Lotus Sect, I would have that right.”

A flicker of alarm crossed Shen Rou’s mind. Oh no! But spoken aloud before so many witnesses, she couldn’t retract her words. She replied stiffly, “Correct.”

The man in blue abruptly raised his hand and flung his hat away, revealing his face with a cold sneer, “I am a member of the Red Lotus Sect! Therefore, I have the right to speak on its affairs!”

As the hat fell, a shaven head was revealed. All the prominent figures of the Red Lotus Sect gasped in astonishment. Even Gu Fengchen’s brow knitted tightly in consternation. They all recognized this man. He was Gongshu Mo, Master of the Mechanism Gate, one of the Eight Outer Sects.

Gu Fengchen had met him once before, near Goddess Peak. In his memory, Gongshu Mo was a man of few words, extremely inconspicuous. But on that occasion, it was Gongshu Mo who had opened the cages and freed the other Gate Masters, achieving a truly significant feat. Therefore, when Gu Fengchen learned that the Red Lotus Sect harbored spies from the Four Great Clans, he had mentally reviewed all the important figures he’d suspected, but Gongshu Mo had never made the list.

Shen Rou’s face hardened coldly, “Gate Master Gongshu, what is the meaning of this?”

Gongshu Mo now seemed like a completely different person: sharp-tongued and aggressive, “My meaning is simply to expose your true faces before all the heroes of the realm. Don’t imagine your scheme is flawless! The Red Lotus Sect has endured for a hundred years! I will not let it be destroyed by your hands!”

Shen Rou asked, her voice icy, “Are you claiming we seek to destroy the Red Lotus Sect?”

Gongshu Mo exclaimed loudly: “As everyone knows, the Four Great Clans and the Red Lotus Sect share a hatred as deep as the sea. So why, the moment Long Xielan stepped forward today, did she immediately speak of alliance and friendship? Moreover, Sister Shen Rou, who presides over this Succession Ceremony, did not outright refuse upon hearing this. Could there be some sort of coerced agreement behind the scenes? You secretly prop up a puppet to take the high seat, all so that later you can surrender to the Four Great Clans and merge the Red Lotus Sect into them! Am I wrong?”

Without waiting for Shen Rou to respond, he suddenly raised his hand and fired a sleeve arrow towards the Cult Leader-elect standing below the Sacred Altar.

No one anticipated this move. Shen Rou didn’t have time to block it. They watched as the sleeve arrow flew past the Cult Leader-elect’s forehead, tearing away the nine strands of beaded curtains entirely.

Once the curtains fell, the woman’s face was revealed. The crowd saw clearly that it was not Ling Ling, but her personal maid, Ping’er.

Upheaval erupted among the assembled heroes.

Those who had seen Ling Ling recognized that this girl was not her, and they couldn’t help but whisper and murmur amongst themselves.

Gu Fengchen was also taken aback. While he had guessed that the person probably wasn’t Ling Ling, the appearance of Ping’er still startled him. He turned to look at the Four Great Clans; the four leaders sat very quietly, their faces expressionless.

They had long anticipated this.

Xue Wuhen said angrily, “Gongshu Mo! How dare you strike at the Cult Leader! This is grave sacrilege, punishable by severed limbs!”

Gongshu Mo gave a cold sneer: “The ones guilty of sacrilege against the Cult Leader are probably you lot. I learned long ago that Leader Ling was poisoned upon her return from Hangzhou, her life hanging in the balance. You have blocked the news all along precisely to replace her!”

Xue Wuhen retorted, “You overstep your place, slandering your superiors!”

Gongshu Mo grew even more aggressive: “During the trip to West Lake in Hangzhou, Leader Ling was constantly with you! How then could she have been poisoned? How could an outsider possibly have gotten close to her? There’s no need to say it; it must have been you! Seeing her youth, you plotted against her so you could secretly control the Red Lotus Sect. Hmph, a tidy plan, but alas, you couldn’t fool this Gongshu Mo!”

With that, he strode up to the Sacred Altar and proclaimed loudly: “The Red Lotus Sect was founded a century ago; its rules are strict. One such rule states that during the succession of a Cult Leader, if even one member of the sect clearly objects, regular succession cannot proceed! Instead, the position must be decided based on superior martial prowess! Master Xue, is that not correct?”

Xue Wuhen frowned deeply, glaring at him as he squeezed out two words: “It is!”

Gongshu Mo declared: “Then today, this person objects to this person succeeding as Cult Leader! According to the rules, victory must be decided by contest!” He cupped his fist towards Ping’er with a laugh: “Miss Ping’er, this humble one is untalented but wishes to learn your kung fu skills.”

Ping’er seemed flustered and looked towards Shen Rou.

Shen Rou remained perfectly calm and composed. She said: “Rules are rules and must be followed. Deciding the Cult Leader by superior martial skill is indeed correct. However, claiming you wish to test the Cult Leader’s kung fu is somewhat overestimating yourself. There is no need for her venerable self to take action just yet.”

Having said that, she nodded towards Zhou Cuo, who stood outside the Main Hall on the east side: “Brother Zhou, please test Gate Master Gongshu’s skills for us.”

Zhou Cuo walked forward to stand beside Shen Rou, but was in no hurry to act. He whispered to her: “What’s going on? Is what he said true? Are you truly seeking an alliance with the Four Great Clans?”

Shen Rou gave no definite answer: “Do you trust him or me?” Zhou Cuo stared into her eyes, and Shen Rou met his gaze directly. Their gazes locked for a moment before Zhou Cuo finally nodded: “I trust you.”

With that, he stepped forward decisively and said: “According to the rules of our sect, no mercy may be shown once hands are raised in combat. Gate Master Gongshu, you had best be careful.”

He clenched his fists, channeling energy into his palms, and visibly, his knuckles seemed to enlarge.

Gongshu Mo appeared to hold Zhou Cuo in complete contempt. He sneered coldly: “Master Zhou, no need to stand on ceremony. Feel free to strike.” He didn’t even adopt a stance, merely stood with his hands clasped behind his back, radiating utter indifference.

Gu Fengchen had fought Zhou Cuo before, though it wasn’t a fight to the death. Nevertheless, he knew the formidable power behind Zhou Cuo’s boxing skills and internal force. This Gongshu Mo was famously known for being cunning; no one knew the extent of his real martial arts skills. Consequently, every eye was watching intently.

Upon hearing Gongshu Mo’s words, Zhou Cuo chuckled and shouted: “Watch the fist!” Saying this, he threw a punch straight at Gongshu Mo’s chest.

This punch appeared utterly ordinary, a move hardly worthy of being called a technique, resembling a common street brawl. Yet, it was a subtle masterstroke from his “Making the Wrong Right” boxing style, named “Offering the Handle.” This punch seemed to offer countless openings. An opponent could seemingly easily seize his wrist or attack his forearm for a decisive hit.

But the terror of this move lay hidden within its apparent weakness – it invited the opponent to exploit the flaw precisely. Because the “Making the Wrong Right” style was profoundly peculiar: once the punch was thrown, if the opponent tried to seize his wrist or strike his pulse point, they would abruptly find the seemingly simple punch turning explosively powerful, utterly impossible to control. By then, attempting to change tactics would be too late; Zhou Cuo’s fist would drive straight to the center and land solidly on the opponent’s chest. If the opponent attacked the forearm instead, they would find his arm suddenly turn soft and boneless, lacking any apparent strength, for Zhou Cuo concentrated his entire force into the fist. The forearm would become like the chain of a flail, with the iron fist its head – a move of bewildering strangeness.

This boxing technique was Zhou Cuo’s martial secret. He employed it as his very first move specifically because he didn’t want to engage this man in protracted combat and become a laughingstock for outsiders.

Gongshu Mo himself was not known for his combat prowess within the Red Lotus Sect. When he had fought previously, his level of skill had seemed mediocre. Thus, no one thought him a true master. Zhou Cuo using his secret technique actually signaled significant respect.

As the punch arrived, Gongshu Mo still wore a cold sneer, but that smirk twisted into something sinisterly cunning in an instant.

He suddenly extended his left hand, fingers hardened like steel hooks, stabbing straight towards Zhou Cuo’s pulse point.

This move was exactly as Zhou Cuo had anticipated. Zhou Cuo thought to himself: You’re just a Gate Master, after all – far inferior even to the Eight Steeds! Consequently, the “Offering the Handle” was easily accepted by Gongshu Mo.

Just as Gongshu Mo’s fingers clamped down firmly, believing he had restrained Zhou Cuo, Zhou Cuo’s fist force suddenly erupted. His entire arm hardened like tempered steel, and its momentum accelerated at least threefold, threatening to burst through Gongshu Mo’s grip and strike heavily against his chest.

Witnessing Zhou Cuo, with his vital point restrained, still launch a normal attack, the onlookers were shocked. They thought to themselves: the Eight Steeds of the Crimson Lotus were truly worthy of their reputation.

Yet, just as Zhou Cuo’s iron fist suddenly broke free from Gongshu Mo’s fingers and shot toward his chest, Gongshu Mo abruptly swept his right palm across to shield his own chest. Zhou Cuo’s fist landed squarely on his palm.

According to Zhou Cuo’s thinking, even if the opponent used his palm to block, it would be futile. He was supremely confident in his own internal energy, certain this punch would inevitably drive Gongshu Mo’s palm right into his own chest. Blocking or not blocking—it made no difference.

But something astonishing happened. Gongshu Mo’s palm actually managed to halt Zhou Cuo’s fist firmly. The punch, into which Zhou Cuo had poured nearly all his strength, was blocked by the opponent two inches from his chest, unable to advance even a fraction.

Zhou Cuo was astounded. He felt the opponent’s power like a wall of iron, brutally stopping his own force. How could this Gate Master of the Mechanism Gate possess such formidable internal energy!

In that moment of stunned confusion, Gongshu Mo didn’t pause. With lightning speed, his hands encircled. A distinct crack sounded, accompanied by a muffled grunt. Figures separated abruptly, and Zhou Cuo was sent flying. He crashed hard onto the ground, failing to rise immediately. His mouth opened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

What was even more terrifying was his arm. It was clearly broken, with a fractured bone piercing through flesh and skin. His arm was mangled, flesh torn open, blood spurting frightfully.

Seeing this, Shende Taoist dashed forward like a flash and carried Zhou Cuo away.

Experts like Gu Fengchen saw clearly: Gongshu Mo had blocked Zhou Cuo’s fist, then used his left hand to press down Zhou Cuo’s arm while his right hand gripped Zhou Cuo’s fist. He applied lateral force, twisted his hands, and channeled his internal energy—shattering Zhou Cuo’s arm. But he wasn’t done. Before Zhou Cuo could retract his hand, Gongshu Mo swiftly lashed out with a kick that landed squarely on Zhou Cuo’s solar plexus.

This kick was delivered with immense force. Had Zhou Cuo’s internal energy been slightly weaker, he would likely have been a corpse on the spot.

Even so, Zhou Cuo was grievously injured, especially the fracture in his arm. The heavy kick would take about half a month to heal, but the broken arm bone would require at least half a year to mend properly. Even then, his martial arts prowess would likely be permanently diminished.

Gongshu Mo incapacitating Zhou Cuo in a single move caused a wave of shock and pallor to sweep through the surrounding heroes. Many leapt to their feet, gasping audibly.

Shen Rou watched, a hint of chill flickering in her gaze as she remarked coolly, “Gate Master Gongshu, how deeply you’ve hidden yourself.” Gongshu Mo sneered, “Within the Red Lotus Sect, who doesn’t hide a few tricks?” Shen Rou replied, “True enough. However, that move you just used, Gate Master—‘Circular Force’—doesn’t seem to be a martial skill of our Red Lotus Sect.”

Upon hearing the words “Circular Force,” a murmur of surprise went through the crowd. All eyes turned towards the Four Great Clans section. Everyone knew this “Circular Force” internal energy technique belonged to the Zhuge Family. Its core principle involved hands and arms forming a circle, allowing internal energy to circulate endlessly within it without diminishing. If it entangled a limb, that limb would inevitably be broken. This internal skill, created by an ancestor of the Zhuge Family and perfected under Zhuge Xianyun, was an exceptionally powerful technique. Hearing that Gongshu Mo had used the Circular Force was confounding. The Zhuge Family guarded this internal skill fiercely; it was never taught outside the clan. How could someone within the Red Lotus Sect have learned it?

Hearing this, Gongshu Mo’s expression remained unchanged. He dismissed it casually, “This technique is no ‘Circular Force.’ It’s merely a slight modification of our sect’s ‘Chaos Vitality’ internal energy, shifting the Heavenly Circuit force to lateral force. No need for such astonishment.”

Shen Rou saw he wouldn’t admit it and didn’t press the point forcefully. She understood that internal energy techniques were different from martial arts forms. Forms were clear, distinct sequences—once performed, they couldn’t be denied, as their postures and footwork were fixed. But internal energy techniques were different. Many existed, most emphasizing intention over form—focusing on the circulating flow of true qi within the body, with the visible postures being secondary. This made the starting stances or force-channeling poses of many internal skills resemble each other. Trying to argue forcefully was pointless; if he said it wasn’t a specific technique, one could only privately know the truth.

Tie Furong, seeing Gongshu Mo defeat Zhou Cuo, flared with anger. Without waiting for Shen Rou to speak, she strode towards Gongshu Mo and shouted, “You used ruthless tactics against Vice-leader Zhou while he was unprepared. Your victory lacks honor. I’ll test my skills against you.”

Seeing her, Gongshu Mo gave a slight smile. “Fine. I’ve long heard of the renown of the Exceeding Brilliance Marquis. Today is a perfect chance to see if your fame is truly deserved, or… undeserved.”

Tie Furong grew angrier still, retorting coldly, “Even if undeserved, it would be more than ample to deal with you.” Gongshu Mo remained unruffled. “Not good, not good. You are a woman. Defeating you, even if I did, wouldn’t bring much glory. Better for you to step down and let a man come up—anyone from the Three Talents Kings will do.”

When Shen Rou heard this, she inwardly thought it was bad. This Gongshu Mo wasn’t just ruthless; he was also cunningly manipulative. His words implied that while his own skills might be inferior to kings like Gui Qulai or the others, by saying this he trapped Tie Furong—a fiercely stubborn woman who would refuse to back down. This fight was unavoidable now. Though Tie Furong’s martial arts were stronger than Zhou Cuo’s, the margin wasn’t large, and she might not be a match for this opponent.

Sure enough, Tie Furong flared up, enraged. “Dealing with you doesn’t require the Three Talents Kings to step in! Just say yes or no—do you dare accept the challenge?”

Only then did Gongshu Mo raise his hands in a slight salute. “I await your instruction, Marquis of Exceeding Brilliance.”

The two took their positions, ready for battle.

Gu Fengchen had seen Tie Furong fight several times before, especially witnessing her bare-handed skill gripping weapons wielded by Hua Yuehen and others within Broken Heart City. Her hand techniques were truly uncanny. This opponent before her, Gongshu Mo, also possessed strange and unorthodox martial skills. Predicting the outcome of this clash was difficult.

By now, the two in the arena had begun their exchange. Though Tie Furong was furious, the moment combat started, she showed not the slightest carelessness. She had clearly seen earlier that while Zhou Cuo lost partly to underestimation, Gongshu Mo’s display of internal force was genuinely formidable. Even if Zhou Cuo had fought all-out, he might not have prevailed. Gongshu Mo was making it abundantly clear today—he aimed to seize the Cult Leader position, banking on the assembly of heroes under the watchful eyes of everyone, knowing the Red Lotus Sect couldn’t resort to underhanded tricks now. Ever since becoming Mechanism Gate Master, the sect had paid him more attention and even investigated his background. They had secretly tested his martial skills. At that time, the conclusion was that among the Eight Outer Sects, Gongshu Mo’s skills were only slightly stronger than Ren Hou’s of the Shifter Sect.

How, in just a few short years, could this man so easily defeat Zhou Cuo, ranked among the Eight Steeds? Had Gongshu Mo encountered some incredible fortune, or had he been concealing his true strength all along? If it was some accident of fate, that was one thing. But if he had deliberately concealed his skills, then his ambition was precisely for today—to seize the Cult Leader position during the Succession Ceremony.

Occupied by these thoughts, Tie Furong suppressed her fury. She activated her body skills, stepping forward with a peculiar footwork, pressing her attacks relentlessly.

Among the Eight Steeds of the Crimson Lotus, Tie Furong was renowned not only for her exceptionally resilient bare hands but also for her mastery of a mysterious footwork technique called the Ninefold Lotus Step. This set was unique, involving nine rotations, each consisting of nine steps—eighty-one steps in total. With each step, an opponent could never predict where her foot would land. Sometimes she seemed to step forward, but upon landing, she’d be found moving backward. Other times she appeared to step to the left, yet only upon her foot touching solid ground would you realize she had actually landed to the right. It was entirely bewildering.

Her pair of iron palms cooperated with this footwork, becoming equally elusive and unpredictable.

Now, Tie Furong flowed into the Lotus Step, her iron palms fluttering like butterflies as she struck towards Gongshu Mo. Gongshu Mo initially matched her elusive style, pursuing her wherever she flashed, raising his palms intending to clash head-on with her internal force.

However, after more than a dozen exchanges, not only did Gongshu Mo fail to land a hit on Tie Furong, but his own posture was almost disrupted several times by the misdirection of her steps.

Realizing the potency of her footwork, Gongshu Mo understood that if he continued chasing her, her steps would inevitably entangle him, ruining his posture and scattering his stances. And if his posture was ruined and stances scattered, he wouldn’t be able to gather his internal energy effectively. If that happened, he would only be able to be pummeled.

At this thought, Gongshu Mo suddenly planted his feet firmly, standing as rigid as a flagpole while unleashing the force of his palms toward Tie Furong.

This sudden change in tactics rendered Tie Furong’s footwork useless. No matter how elusive or swift her steps might be, she ultimately had to land a blow on her opponent. With her enemy rooted firmly in place, she had no choice but to move in to strike him directly. This effectively put the enemy at ease, conserving energy while she expended hers. And if Tie Furong chose to stand still instead, she wouldn’t be able to utilize her agile footwork, leaving an absolute opening for Gongshu Mo to attack.

Tie Furong contemplated only briefly before deciding that rather than waiting to be attacked, she would seize the initiative by striking first herself.

Therefore, she began circling swiftly around Gongshu Mo.

This particular situation was familiar to Gu Fengchen as well; he had faced it when sparring with Wan Chongshan at the West Lake Treasure Contest. Back then, his opponent possessed profound Internal Energy and exquisite techniques, leaving Gu Fengchen with no alternative but to leverage his superior lightness skill to outmaneuver and ultimately defeat him. Tie Furong, who had also attended that contest, had naturally witnessed this match. Drawing upon that memory, she decided to replicate the same tactic now, copying it move for move.

However, Tie Furong’s lightness skill paled in comparison to Gu Fengchen’s. Gu Fengchen possessed shocking Internal Energy; when his body flowed into motion, he could activate the Heaven-Defying Divine Art, becoming as swift and fierce as fire or wind. Lacking that formidable foundation of Internal Energy, Tie Furong’s stamina could not hold out for long in such a demanding maneuver. The moment her pace began to slacken, Gongshu Mo would inevitably launch his attack.

Tie Furong understood this principle perfectly well. Consequently, she focused her efforts on defeating her opponent using as few moves as possible.

Her hands, appearing delicate and smooth, were impervious to blade or spear. Relying on this strength, Tie Furong attacked with relentless ferocity. She would usually flash behind Gongshu Mo, unleashing a barrage of palm strikes. As soon as he turned to face her, she’d dart to another side.

After more than a dozen exchanges like this, Tie Furong gradually identified Gongshu Mo’s weakness. The man relied solely on the power of his palms, with his legs planted stably and his lower body exceptionally sturdy—seemingly impervious to attack. Yet being a master of Tie Furong’s caliber, she needed only the subtlest of tells to discern an opponent’s vulnerabilities.

She detected that Gongshu Mo frequently protected his head, seemingly without conscious effort.

In combat, the top of the head was rarely threatened unless the attacker struck from above in mid-air. Logically speaking, Tie Furong was shorter than Gongshu Mo and never jumped up to strike down on him from above, so protecting his head seemed unnecessary. Yet Tie Furong observed that every time he threw a palm strike, he kept one hand held back near his head, palm facing upwards and elbow bent outward, perpetually ready to parry an overhead attack.

Such care could only indicate one thing: Gongshu Mo’s pressure point was located at the crown of his head.

Seeing this, Tie Furong abruptly changed tactics. Leaping behind him, she snapped out a palm strike aimed at his back. Gongshu Mo reacted instantly, twisting to counter with his palm. However, Tie Furong’s strike was merely a feint; anticipating his block, she withdrew her hand the moment his palm approached. Simultaneously, lightning-fast, she tapped the toe of her foot against his blocking palm. Using the force of his own strike reflected back, she propelled herself five feet upwards, landing directly above Gongshu Mo’s head.

Fighting here, the two had reached a pivotal moment, the outcome nearly decided.

Looking down from her superior height, Tie Furong sent a palm slicing straight toward Gongshu Mo’s crown. Her other hand hung back, ready to strike again wherever he might dodge, ensuring a secondary blow would follow him regardless.

This particular technique was remarkably potent, especially executed from such an advantageous overhead position.

However, Gongshu Mo’s subsequent reaction flew entirely outside everyone’s expectations.

Watching the opponent’s palm descend toward the crown of his head, Gongshu Mo made absolutely no move to dodge or defend, allowing Tie Furong’s palm to connect squarely with his scalp.

A sharp crack echoed. The assembled crowd’s hearts clenched instinctively. Everyone’s dark thoughts surged: considering the formidable strength contained within Tie Furong’s palm, wouldn’t such a blow to the skull inevitably fracture bone and scatter brain matter?

Yet after the crack subsided, the martial heroes raised their eyes. There stood Gongshu Mo, his head perfectly intact, neither shattered nor cracked, his bald pate gleaming brightly as ever. As for Tie Furong… having struck the blow, she didn’t withdraw her hand. Her palm seemed fused to Gongshu Mo’s scalp—she merely frowned intensely.

Upon seeing this, Gu Fengchen felt a chill pierce his heart. He understood now: Tie Furong’s palm had been literally stuck fast by the very top of Gongshu Mo’s head.

One could confidently assume Gongshu Mo’s scalp hadn’t been coated in glue. The adhesive force holding Tie Furong’s hand firmly trapped could only originate from his Internal Energy, forcefully drawing and fixing her palm onto him. While Tie Furong hung suspended, feet unable to touch the ground to gain any leverage—giving Gongshu Mo a clear advantage—the mere capability to lock an opponent into place specifically via the crown of his own head showcased an Internal Energy both deep and bizarre to a terrifying degree. It was genuinely a sight worth marveling over.

Tie Furong, naturally, grasped her own predicament with brutal clarity: the danger could not have been greater. With one hand imprisoned like this, she retained only her solitary free hand. Suspended directly above her enemy’s head and incapable of pulling free, she lay utterly helpless should Gongshu Mo unleash a double palm assault: a single hand simply couldn’t possibly block both.

True to expectation, once Gongshu Mo had securely fastened Tie Furong’s hand onto the top of his head with his Internal energy, he swung his open palms outward. Like beads scattering off a snapped cord, his strikes fired mercilessly up toward her. His thinking was simple: the opponent could employ only one hand as defense. Surely, within three strikes at most, a blow would slip past her lone guard to inflict damage.

However, Tie Furong hadn’t earned her rank as one of the Eight Steeds of the Crimson Lotus by mere reputation. Though she had only one hand available, both her feet remained entirely untethered and actively free. Seeing those twin palms hurtling toward her from below, Tie Furong bent her slender waist with extraordinary agility. Astoundingly, she intercepted both of his powerful palm strikes directly with the soles of her own bare feet.

A sudden crash-crash-crash-crash, over a dozen impacts rang explosively as limbs clashed violently together. In a flurry of counter-blows, Tie Furong actually managed to block Gongshu Mo’s relentless, lightning-fast offensive entirely using just her feet. Simultaneously, she took advantage of this brief moment of defense—her unfettered hand suddenly whipping downward to hammer viciously against Gongshu Mo’s rear skull!

She understood his tremendous cultivation perfectly: maintaining that grip required concentrating his Internal Energy entirely at the singularity of his head’s apex. With all his energy focused intensely upward toward the trapped palm, none remained to protect any other region of his body. The back of his head was a vital point; Gongshu Mo had to defend it. Were he forced to redirect energy there to block her incoming blow? The concentration fixing her imprisoned hand might falter for a split-second. That was all the opening Tie Furong needed: with a focused pulse of Internal Energy unleashed through her trapped hand the instant his guard shifted, she could shatter his defenses and inflict a grievous injury directly from the contact point at his crown.

Thus, the disadvantage abruptly swung sharply back onto Gongshu Mo’s side.

Witness now: Gongshu Mo raised a single arm swiftly upward to parry her deadly strike aimed at his lower head. Simultaneously, a sudden tremor of power flickered—a subtle exertion surging upward from his scalp toward Tie Furong’s trapped palm! His head’s unique martial art proved truly and profoundly refined; far from being a weak point, the crown of his head plainly constituted his strongest asset.

With this vibrating release, he successfully jarred Tie Furong’s palm a fraction loose from its fixed hold. Seizing the instant of regained freedom, Gongshu Mo poured substantially augmented strength directly into the palm strike already in motion toward Tie Furong. This transformed their contact into a brutal contest of raw, unadulterated Internal Energy reserves. Suspended fully in mid-air with no surface beneath her to brace against or draw power from, Tie Furong stood entirely powerless to match such an onslaught. Gongshu Mo’s amplified palm strike slammed into her with immense force, physically hurling her body almost six feet away through the air.

Now seizing his advantage immediately after gaining momentum, Gongshu Mo never let up—launching three consecutive, heavy palm strikes against Tie Furong before she could recover her posture from the initial recoil. Thud-Thud-Thud! Each thunderous blast landed squarely upon her, driving her staggering a great arm’s length distance backward with each impact. Matching Gongshu Mo solely in reservoirs of Internal Energy placed Tie Furong at an inherent disadvantage; she couldn’t evade either. Following the third colossal blow landing squarely upon her chest, Tie Furong suffered severe Internal damage—a thick ribbon of crimson blood welled instantly from the corner of her mouth.

Gongshu Mo saw this bright arterial trail emerge perfectly clearly. A vile, gloating smile tugged at his own lips. Now he summoned every ounce of his remaining Internal Energy—pouring total concentration downward through both palms in a unified strike of annihilative power hurled straight onto the staggering woman. Had these twin palm strikes landed upon Tie Furong at full impact? Death would have claimed her bodily within moments. Even if somehow she miraculously survived? Her internal organs would have sustained such devastation that her martial capabilities henceforth would remain permanently crippled, diminished beyond hope.

Completely unable to evade or withdraw anywhere now, Tie Furong had only one horrendous option remaining: grit her teeth savagely, channel every last reserve of her flagging Internal Energy desperately forward, and accept the brutal collision head-on.

With crystalline clarity inside her heart, she finally understood Gongshu Mo’s entire strategy: He’d deliberately exposed a supposed “weak point”! He’d lured her precisely into attacking his crown. Then, successfully trapping her immobilized in mid-air above his head, he’d forced them into a contest of pure, unrestrained Internal Energy—thereby securing victory. The cunning plan proved remarkably effective. Her own impulsive greed for an expedient win had blinded her to its trap… and led directly into this peril. Losing this duel herself, damaging her prestige? Such injuries paled into utter insignificance compared to the true nightmare unfolding. For tied directly to her personal defeat… the entire imminent Succession Ceremony faced catastrophe.

But there was scarcely a moment left for contemplation—barely the space needed to blink. She watched in dreadful immediacy as her own failing hands met Gongshu Mo’s final twin palms hurled at full annihilative force…

At this perilous instant, Tie Furong’s body abruptly soared backward as though snatched violently by an arrow. Simultaneously, a protective figure rushed instantly into the lethal space opening between them—both arms shooting upward to intercept Gongshu Mo’s strike with a palm crash of his own. Immediately after the shattering CRACK! echoed around them? Gongshu Mo and the sudden newcomer both staggered forcefully backward… precisely five equal steps.

Tie Furong, hurled almost ten feet away by the intervening force, thumped heavily to the ground. Struggling to stabilize her stance, she lifted her gaze.

The man who’d intercepted Gongshu Mo’s fatal blow? It was none other than Gui Qulai, hailed publicly as the Mortal King. Witnessing Tie Furong hovering helplessly near destruction—incapable of surviving Gongshu Mo’s annihilating blow—he’d flashed forward. Seizing her mid-air form, he’d hurled her bodily back toward safety… intercepting Gongshu Mo’s death stroke head-on with his own strength.

Following that singular palm exchange, both men’s brows furrowed simultaneously. Each recognized instantly the sheer magnitude of Internal Energy radiating through the other’s palm… profound and dangerous beyond any ordinary measure.

Yet Gongshu Mo remained unnervingly capable of pivoting instantly into new action. After absorbing the recoil from the heavy impact, he snapped himself into stillness. Almost immediately, his face freezing into a glacial mask, he addressed Shen Rou directly: “I have consecutively defeated two challengers,” he asserted. “Am I now permitted to spar directly with this young lady before you?”

His verbal arrow targeted Ping’er, the serving girl at Ling Ling’s elbow. This reasoning flowed deliberately: he knew intimately that while this ‘Ping’er’ demonstrated respectable martial skill? Her cultivation remained hopelessly distant from truly first-tier masters. Gongshu Mo considered his probability of victory against her… absolute.

Shen Rou paused thoughtfully. Annoyance prickled within her; this troublesome man clung so tenaciously to this technical pretext. She contemplated sending another formidable fighter out against him—Gui Qulai, perhaps? Against him, Gongshu Mo might very well meet defeat. However… resorting to this? It carried the stench of a deliberate rotational tactic, sending fighters out one after another specifically to tire the one opponent. Even were Gongshu Mo eventually vanquished using such a method? He’d surely denounce the victory as unfair. Worse still? Observing heroes present might largely agree… viewing Red Lotus Sect’s conduct as dishonorable. Such perception offered the Four Great Clans an immediate excuse for provocation. They would inevitably leverage the brewing controversy to inflame dissent… potentially derailing the entire Succession Ceremony into irrevocable chaos.

Seeing Shen Rou hesitating without an immediate response, Gongshu Mo pressed his advantage. Turning without delay toward Ping’er, he raised clasped hands in formal challenge, projecting his words clearly across the space: “This humble Gongshu Mo… Lord presiding over the Mechanism Gate among disciples of Red Lotus Sect… presents myself formally requesting your instructive sparring match, my lady!”

Now, should Ping’er give but the slightest nod? The duel would commence immediately. No outside interference might then prevent commencement. Yet… if she dared refuse? Or displayed fear toward accepting? According to the immutable statutes governing Red Lotus Sect ascendancy? The seat of the Cult Leader… must inevitably transfer directly into this Lord Gongshu Mo’s grasp.