The two goddesses wore solemn expressions, entirely devoid of smiles. Li Muzhan’s expression was gentle. “Miss Zhou, Miss Li, what kind of sect is the Purple Bamboo Gang?” Li Yuqi glanced at Zhou Yuxian, who gave her a look in return but remained silent.

Li Yuqi lowered her voice. “The Purple Bamboo Gang is one of the most prominent factions in Tiannan. They have a huge membership, four or five thousand people, and many masters among them.” “How did your sect become enemies with the Purple Bamboo Gang?” Li Muzhan asked.

Li Yuqi’s look dimmed, and she let out a soft sigh. “One of our senior sisters was… violated by the young master of the Purple Bamboo Gang. Driven by shame and anger, she committed suicide.

Our Master, enraged, descended the mountain and killed that man.” Li Muzhan frowned, understanding instantly that this was an irreconcilable blood feud. “When did this happen?” Li Muzhan asked. Li Yuqi’s voice was low, her hoarseness deepening.

“About ten days ago.” Li Muzhan fell silent, suddenly realizing why Lin Qiongying had disappeared; it wasn’t because she needed time to forgive him, but because she was embroiled in urgent matters. Li Muzhan took a breath and said softly, “Was the person rescued?” “N-no.” Li Yuqi shook her head, her eyes flickering as if on the verge of tears. Li Muzhan stood up, hands clasped behind his back, pacing outside the small pavilion, step by measured step, deep in thought, trying to discern the hidden intricacies of the situation.

He was utterly incensed by such matters; he could not stand men bullying women, feeling it utterly shamed manhood. He resolved to kill any man he found doing such a thing. Back then, the two young masters of the Li family, despite their esteemed status, were killed without hesitation by his hand, even knowing the consequences would invite mortal peril.

If he encountered this young master of the Purple Bamboo Gang, he wouldn’t kill him immediately; he would make him scream for seven days and seven nights before dying—such scum deserved to regret ever being born. “Are you going to wear a groove in the floor by pacing like that?” Zhou Yuxian asked coldly. Li Muzhan ignored her, continuing to pace with a furrowed brow.

Although Zhou Yuxian was alluring and captivating, her tongue was sharp. After several turns, he stopped and turned back. “Miss Li, can your sect handle this?” Li Yuqi hesitated, then whispered, “It shouldn’t be a big problem… Master hasn’t sent out any calls for help.” “Where is your Master?” Li Muzhan asked.

Li Yuqi replied, “Master seems to have gone down to engage them.” “She alone?” Li Muzhan asked, frowning. Li Yuqi shook her head. “Master has a few Martial Aunts with her; their martial arts are all extremely high, no less than Master’s.

It should be fine.” Li Muzhan pondered. “What about the experts from the other two mountain peaks?” “There are no experts on the other peaks,” Li Yuqi replied, shaking her head. Zhou Yuxian hissed, “Second Junior Sister!” Li Yuqi started, then realized, quickly lowering her head, daring not to speak further.

Li Muzhan glared at Zhou Yuxian and snorted, “What? Miss Zhou, you don’t trust me?” “Hmph, you know a person’s face but not their heart!” Zhou Yuxian said coldly, casting a sidelong glance at him. “Who knows what schemes you’re plotting?!” Li Yuqi quickly interjected, “Zhanran, Senior Sister is just being cautious in case someone…” Li Muzhan waved his hand, nodding.

“It’s unnecessary to say more; I understand. Take me down there; I will lend a hand to Sect Leader Lin!” “You…?” Zhou Yuxian frowned, shook her head, and huffed, “Not without Master’s command.” Li Muzhan frowned, displeased. “What time is it already!

Alright, let’s go down first to have a look. You go summon your Master!” “…Fine.” Zhou Yuxian looked at him and reluctantly agreed. She hadn't witnessed Li Muzhan’s martial arts, but outside the hall, she had heard the rumors—he had defeated two formidable experts.

“Zhanran, your injuries…?” Li Yuqi asked with concern. Li Muzhan waved his hand. “The injuries are nothing now.

Let’s go!” Saying that, he picked up the two swords from the stone table, turned back into the room, and tied a leather belt around his waist, affixing small arrows to it as he walked. Seeing the two women watching him stunned, Li Muzhan smiled. “Let’s go!” The three left the small courtyard, walked west along the main street, reached the end of the thoroughfare, passed through a stretch of woods, and arrived at the edge of the mountain peak.

About twenty women were already standing there—a dozen young girls and another dozen middle-aged beauties. Upon seeing him arrive, all of them showed expressions of surprise. Li Muzhan smiled and nodded, stepping to the edge of the peak.

White clouds drifted before his eyes. Looking down at the mountain below, the people at the base looked like a swarm of ants gathered together, their activities unclear. The mountain was too high; the sounds from below could not reach them.

Li Muzhan then checked the triangular wooden frame, leaned over to observe, and focused his eyesight to see the situation below. He turned around, frowning, and said to Li Yuqi, “It’s not good. Sect Leader Lin and the other four are surrounded.

There are quite a few experts from the Purple Bamboo Gang. Did they mobilize their entire force?!” The people below were all dressed in tight, dark green shirts, with a single purple bamboo embroidered on the cuffs. Such a thin stripe of bamboo was invisible from such a distance with ordinary eyesight.

He saw Lin Qiongying and the four others huddled together, their swords weaving into a dazzling mass to protect themselves. They were being attacked by dozens of people simultaneously. Each attacker was highly skilled, possessing exquisite swordplay and profound inner energy, showing no inferiority to the five from the Jade Immortal Sect.

“Is Master injured?” Li Yuqi asked anxiously. Li Muzhan looked down again and nodded. “Yes, it seems her right shoulder is wounded.

Her sword strokes are a bit slower… I’ll go down and take a look!” Zhou Yuxian immediately panicked and urged, “Good, good! Hurry down and help Master!” Li Muzhan couldn’t help but laugh. Zhou Yuxian’s eyes widened upon seeing this.

“Master is injured, and you’re still laughing? Hurry down!” “Senior Sister…” Li Yuqi tugged her sleeve. Zhou Yuxian shook her arm free and scoffed, “You heartless wretch!

And after Master treated you so well!” Li Muzhan shook his head. “Miss Zhou, mind your words, lest no one dares to marry you!” With that, he leaped into the round basket. “Have someone send me down!” Zhou Yuxian quickly said, “Martial Aunt Song, please send him down to assist Master!” A middle-aged beauty nodded, released her grip, and immediately the iron chain rattled loudly.

Li Muzhan plummeted downwards rapidly, like a falling stone. Zhou Yuxian held the triangular wooden frame, watching him descend. She saw Li Muzhan falling swiftly, his grey monk’s robes flapping wildly, as if riding the wind.

Suddenly, she felt that this Zhanran indeed possessed a certain untrammeled spirit, different from ordinary men. He didn't hold a grudge against her sharp words, which was quite rare. Li Muzhan descended rapidly.

When he was about ten zhang from the ground, his speed suddenly slowed, decelerating until he was moving almost imperceptibly. He stood in the round basket, drawing the Immaculate Bow, sending streaks of purple light arcing out. “Whoosh, whoosh…” Incessant, mournful whistles echoed.

Amidst the streaks of purple light, the Purple Bamboo Gang members were flung into the air one after another, landing heavily twenty feet away. The force imbued in his arrows was tremendous; every shot found its mark. In the time it took to descend from ten zhang to two zhang above the ground, he had already loosed about forty arrows.

In this short span, the surrounding fighters retreated, overwhelmed by his divine archery. “Sect Leader Lin, are you alright?” he called out from within the round basket. He was only two zhang above the ground; they could easily reach him with a leap, but none dared.

They were all stunned by this miraculous display of archery. Li Muzhan’s arrows never missed. When they saw the purple light striking, they didn't just wait to die; they brandished sabers and danced with swords, attempting to block the incoming arrows.

But as soon as an arrow touched them, the person was instantly sent flying. “I’m fine. Why did you come down?” Lin Qiongying asked, unleashing a rain of sword light to form a dense barrier in front of her, warding off the siege.

Her left hand clutched her right shoulder, from which blood flowed continuously. “Miss Zhou and Miss Li were worried and sent me over to check,” Li Muzhan replied, his expression relaxed and natural, smiling faintly. “Sect Leader Lin, for such a small matter, why exert yourself?

Let me handle it!” Lin Qiongying laughed. “Is your injury healed?” She spoke lightly, but her actions didn't slow; her sword danced like a flurry of rain, her concentration absolute, giving her opponents no chance. The other four middle-aged beauties, each possessing exquisite sword skills similar to Lin Qiongying's, wove their swords into a net, blocking the encroachment from the surrounding fighters.

“To deal with these small fry, why wait until I’m fully healed?” Li Muzhan said with a slight smile. A middle-aged man leaped into the air, thrusting his sword at Li Muzhan. “You insolent little monk, what arrogance!” “Whoosh…” A purple light flashed by.

The middle-aged man hastily wielded his saber, sending a cold glare toward Li Muzhan’s small arrow. “Bang!” With a dull thud, the middle-aged man was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground. The onlookers were bewildered, unsure what had happened, only those who experienced it firsthand knew that these tiny arrows carried such immense power that they were utterly irresistible.

Li Muzhan moved the Immaculate Bow, releasing arrows incessantly, their passage accompanied by soft whooshing sounds. Streaks of purple light flashed across people’s vision, and one by one, the experts surrounding Lin Qiongying were sent flying. Dealing with these masters, he focused his mind on three tasks simultaneously: the Nine Luminaries Heart Method, the Arrow Manipulation Art, and the Bow Drawing Art.

His arrows flew with incredible speed; the small shafts carried immense, unparalleled inner energy—both profound, pure, and solid. In moments, none of these masters escaped; all were hurled away. Even those who tried to dodge were too slow to evade Li Muzhan’s arrows.

Once he unleashed the Bow Execution technique, the arrows’ speed increased further, and at such close range, they stood no chance of evasion. Li Muzhan floated down before Lin Qiongying, examined the wound, and said, “It’s nothing serious, just a minor injury. Let’s head back up!” Lin Qiongying glanced at the people around them and frowned.

Li Muzhan smiled. “We’ll spare them this time. If there’s a next time, I will show no mercy.

How about that?” Lin Qiongying scoffed, “Still a man of the cloth, full of compassion!” Li Muzhan smiled, then suddenly said in a grave tone, “Gentlemen, please cease! If you dare trouble the Jade Immortal Sect again, I will personally visit your gang. At that time, do not blame me if my arrows show no mercy!” With that, he extended his hand.

“Sect Leader Lin, please ascend!” Lin Qiongying leaped into the round basket and said, “Four Martial Aunts, let’s go!” The four middle-aged beauties nodded and gathered beside her. Their bright eyes lingered on Li Muzhan’s face. They were quite bold, scrutinizing him with expressions full of inquiry.

Lin Qiongying let out a long cry, and immediately the round basket rose. Two zhang above the ground, Li Muzhan suddenly threw the Immaculate Bow, and a purple light flashed and vanished. “Ugh…” A muffled groan was heard as a middle-aged man clutched his chest and collapsed; the small arrow had pierced him, blasting a bloody hole.

Lin Qiongying looked at him in surprise. Li Muzhan slowly retrieved the Immaculate Bow, smiling faintly. “The principal culprit must still be executed.”