Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

Chapter 57 Ambush, Xiaosheng

"Guo Songyang is dead."

"I'm not blind!"

"And what about that stab?"

"A woman of extraordinary talent and unparalleled elegance, only two people in the entire martial arts world can rival her."

"Who?"

"Bai Tianyu, the 'Invincible Divine Blade,' and your Shaolin patriarch..."

"Then let's find Bai Tianyu. You know that Shaolin and Wudang don't easily step into the martial world."

"Heh... You great sects, inheriting their traditions, are truly... quite shrewd, yet you remain outside the martial world, observing its vicissitudes!"

The speaker intended to say something offensive, but seeing the displeasure on the face of the monk Xinjian opposite him, he changed his mind before uttering a word, leaving himself some room for maneuver.

The monk Xinjian still had a sallow complexion, but his face looked deathly pale, and he was so thin that he looked emaciated. His already gloomy eyes now looked even more sinister.

He knew he looked bad, so he often kept his head down when he was out, and even when he spoke to people, his eyelids were half-closed, and he looked sickly.

"Bai Xiaosheng, there's no need for further words between us. You verbally criticize Shaolin and Wudang for their dirty methods, but how much fame and fortune have you gained from that 'Weapon Ranking'?"

"At this moment, let's not speak sourly. You've joined the Shaolin Temple, haven't you been living comfortably?" Bai Xiaosheng tapped the wine cup in front of him, looking into the distance and seeing Wei Wu had already turned back to Xingyun Manor, he couldn't help but praise:

"Look at this boy's gait, so powerful and swift, covering a thousand miles in a day, truly exuding an aura of dominance."

Now that he occupies Xingyun Manor and has an ambiguous relationship with the Sun family, and given his relatively young age, he could very well establish a empire like Shen Tianjun's in the future, all on his own.

"It's a pity that the Shen family's century-old legacy is now nothing more than an ancestral hall. How can it compare to the enduring prosperity of Shaolin, Wudang, and the Demonic Sect?"

"Master Bai, you're talking too much!"

The monk Xinjian lifted his eyelids again, his triangular eyes with small pupils and large whites staring intently at Bai Xiaosheng. The sinister resentment in his eyes chilled Bai Xiaosheng to the bone, and he immediately dared not utter another word.

Bai Xiaosheng hurriedly picked up his wine cup, smacked his lips three times, and then drank it all in one gulp, saying, "It's my fault. After a few cups of wine, I forgot my place."

The monk Xinjian then lowered his head again, "Today, thanks to you for having Guo Songyang test Wei Wu's Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, it's still not enough."

"Wanting to destroy Wei Wu, forcing him to leave the Central Plains or be buried, isn't enough!"

Bai Xiaosheng's lips twitched, a half-smile playing on his lips.

The world is vast, capable of accommodating people from all corners of the land;

But the martial arts world is very small, so small that only Shaolin, Wudang, and the Demonic Sect are destined to stand at the top.

But the real authority still rests with Shaolin.

Compared to the rising stars Wudang and the Demonic Sect, Shaolin truly deserves the title of "ancient temple with a long history and profound heritage," with its rich cultural heritage being endless.

This forced Wudang to avoid descending the mountain easily, and the Demonic Sect forbade them from entering the Central Plains. Even the former King of Joy, who was known for his unparalleled achievements in the martial arts world, could only build a city called Joy in the Western Regions to cultivate in seclusion. It took him twenty years before he dared to enter the Central Plains again.

Since Shen Lang went to sea, Shaolin Temple was worried that another figure like him would emerge, so they asked him, the all-knowing scholar, to come forward and compile a weapons list, which claimed to include the top 100 weapons in the martial arts world.

However, the weapons ranking list does not include members of the imperial court, major sects, or women.

First, one must not offend the imperial court;

Secondly, since it does not involve Shaolin, Wudang, and the Demonic Sect, other major sects can also stay out of it, quietly lick their wounds, and recover their strength.

The third reason is that Bai Xiaosheng looks down on women, and there aren't many female masters active in the martial arts world, but each one is more vengeful than the last!

If a man ranks low and feels resentful, he will definitely challenge the person ranked higher and defeat him to humiliate the all-knowing scholar.

But if it were a woman, regardless of her ranking, those female experts would always find a way to find fault with him. Who knows, one day they might trap him in a trap, leaving him as clueless as Wang Mang.

Therefore, he simply did not include women.

The effect of the weapons ranking was obvious, although when it was listed, he repeatedly stated that it "only ranked the strength of the weapons, not their actual combat performance."

However, after several rounds of competition and challenges, the results were exactly the same as those on the weapon ranking list: the one with the higher rank wins. This weapon ranking list became a popular topic of conversation among martial arts practitioners.

In the eyes of those martial arts practitioners who wanted to make a name for themselves, what could disciples of major sects possibly do?

If you're not on the weapons ranking list, you'll never amount to anything!

Therefore, the conflict naturally shifted to the martial arts masters from established families and independent cultivators listed on the weapon ranking list.

But he also offended these people!

For many years, he dared not openly roam the martial arts world...

Bai Xiaosheng's eyes were dark, and the wine glass in his hand was slightly deformed from his grip. When it landed on the table, there were two faint finger marks on the glass. He suddenly said:

"How about this? Since so many masters on the Weapon Ranking have died, let's re-rank them and create a new Weapon Ranking, what do you think?"

"Who is at the top of the list?" Xin Jian was intrigued. He squinted and said, "Wei Wu cannot be at the top."

Bai Xiaosheng looked at him as if he were an idiot, "You call yourself one of the 'Seven Wonderful People'? You've been a monk for so many years, and you've only made your brains muddled by chanting scriptures?"

Or was it that Wei Wu's injuries were so severe that not only were your martial arts completely destroyed, but your brain was also turned to mush?

"You!" Monk Xinjian's face flushed instantly. He hurriedly stood up, but then felt dizzy and slumped back down. He quickly patted his chest and vomited up a mouthful of blood, which made him feel much better.

Bai Xiaosheng's eyes were full of mockery as he said with a playful tone, "The most sought-after figure in the martial arts world right now is Wei Wu. The number one weapon on the weapon ranking list, the 'Heavenly Secret Staff,' the number three, the 'Little Li's Divine Saber,' and the number four, the 'Songyang Iron Sword,' have all fallen to him. If he doesn't take the top spot, who will?"

"Moreover, he is the most suitable person for this first place at his age."

He said pointedly, "People in the martial arts world can accept the over-fifty-year-old Tianji Elder becoming the number one in the world, but they cannot accept a young man in his early twenties stepping on their heads, or even having the hope of stepping on them for twenty, thirty, or fifty years!"

"The target of everyone's anger?" Monk Xinjian fell silent like a dormant volcano, the anger and resentment in his heart flowing like lava within him, even the hot breath he exhaled from his nostrils carried a hint of fire. He gritted his teeth and said, "This is too slow!"

"There are ways to be fast," Bai Xiaosheng said, counting on his fingers:

"Shangguan Fei, the Five Poison Boy, Xue Yingzi, the Demonic Sect, and your Shaolin Temple..."

"He has offended quite a few people. If one of you can take the lead, find an opportunity to poison him first, and then swarm him, you might be able to kill him."

The monk Xinjian's eyes flickered, a hint of interest in them, and he said in a deep voice, "You should compile your weapon manual first."

He hurriedly got up as he spoke and quickly left the restaurant.

Bai Xiaosheng snorted coldly as he looked at the monk Xinjian's back, his face full of disdain. They used to be wandering swordsmen, and the scholar who used to call him brother was now ordering him around.

"He just shaved off his pubic hair to look bald, does he really think he's someone important?"

He picked up the wine jug and poured the remaining half-jug of wine into his mouth. Then, he threw the jug aside, squinted, and stumbled out of the restaurant.

Bai Xiaosheng wandered aimlessly through the city, letting the effects of the alcohol wear off, until he was sure no one was following him, and then quietly arrived at Xingyun Manor.

"Miss Lin, I have some intelligence here that concerns Wei Wu's safety, but I need the antidote for the Thousand Insects and Ten Thousand Ants Pill, the kind that eradicates the poison!"