The great Dong Mountain was the most beautiful and strange mountain peak in the world. It faced the sea and had its back to the land. In front of it was a smooth jade-like cliff. Behind it was a green mountain forest nourished by fertile land. In people's rational thinking, it was impossible for anyone to go up or down from that smooth cliff. However, this record had been broken by the Qing Commissioner the night before.
The front of Dong Mountain was still dangerous. Other than a long set of stone steps that rose steeply into the clouds, there was no other path. If they wanted to forcefully attack, they could only follow this path. The narrowest place was often a place where one man held the pass and 10,000 could not pass. It could truly be said to be a dangerous place that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.
The reason the rebel army had chosen to surround Dong Mountain was because they were thinking in reverse. Since the mountain was difficult to go up, if the army surrounded the mountain, it would also be difficult for the people on the mountain to come down.
Up until now, the rebel army's control of the situation was very good. The Qing Emperor's side had tried to break through the encirclement a number of times, but they had ruthlessly and mercilessly beaten them back. After beating them back to the mountain gate, the key points at the foot of Dong Mountain were all controlled by the rebel army.
The rebel army had not thought that although they had surrounded it, they would not be able to take even half a step up the mountain.
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There were 100 Tiger Guards on Dong Mountain. If one were to do a simple math problem, it would take at least 14 Haitangs to be able to face these powerful Qing Emperor guards head on. In reality, there was only one Haitang in the entire world.
Furthermore, beside the Tiger Guards was Thirteenth Wang, who had some of the bravery and heroism in his stupidity that had long ceased to exist in this world.
With such a powerful force of guards and the strange terrain of Dong Mountain, even if the rebel army elites had successfully surrounded the mountain, it would still be as difficult as climbing to the sky to forcefully attack and reach the top.
It was just like the name of the long stone path, the stairway to heaven.
If one wished to ascend to heaven, how could mortals do it?
Thus, the Commander of the rebel army shrouded in black decisively gave the order to pause all attacks. He only continued to strengthen the patrols and lockdowns around the foot of the mountain.
After giving this order, he turned around and gently patted the back of his horse. Calmly, he said to Yun Zhilan beside him, "At such a grand moment in history, people like you and me sometimes only have the right to be quiet spectators."
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This was an era where martial arts flourished. It was an era where the individual's strength was almost at the level of the Heaven Realm. Thirty years ago, there had never been a Great Grandmaster in the world. It was only after the Great Grandmasters appeared that people realized that individual strength could be so powerful. Because of their strength, these Great Grandmasters could influence the world.
It was also because of this that these Great Grandmasters often lived in seclusion. They were afraid that their words and actions would bring turmoil to the world and affect the lives and deaths of the people they wanted to protect.
This place was the mysterious and beautiful Dong Mountain. At the summit was the Qing Emperor. It seemed that only a Great Grandmaster had the right to act.
Once a Great Grandmaster made a move, those valiant generals who dominated a region and those great swordsmen who dominated the world would naturally retreat to the back. Their brilliance would be completely suppressed, like a piece of coal that could not emit light. They could only hope to be qualified to witness history.
Just like this moment.
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The long stone steps seemed to have no end. Very high up, one could faintly see the mountain mist drifting. A person wearing hemp clothing and a straw hat stood calmly on the first step of the stone steps at the foot of Dong Mountain.
The stone steps were covered in blood. Some were dried and some were fresh. They carried all kinds of unpleasant smells. Who knew how many imperial soldiers and rebel soldiers had paid with their lives here for every inch of gain or loss?
However, the person only stood calmly. It was as if he was not stepping on blood steps but white clouds. The mountain wind picked up. The person's figure was faintly discernible and lofty like an immortal. It was as if he wanted to ride the clouds up 3,000 feet. He didn't want to go to the Heavenly Palace. Instead, he wanted to go to the temple at the summit.
When the person wearing the straw hat appeared on the first step, the two armies inside and outside the mountain fell silent at the same time. There wasn't even a cry of surprise. It was as if they were afraid of offending this figure.
The black-clothed man and Yun Zhilan, who had been sitting on their horses the entire time, quietly dismounted. They bowed slightly toward the back of the ordinary hemp clothed figure to show respect.
They knew that this figure had already come to the foot of the mountain last night, but they didn't know how he had appeared in front of them. However, they didn't need to be surprised. For such a person to appear in this world was the most inexplicable thing to begin with.
The rebel soldiers did not make any more movements. After a moment of silence, the Tiger Guards, imperial soldiers, and Overwatch Council in the forest seemed to become flustered and helpless. No matter how loyal they were to the Emperor and their country, they had never thought of directly opposing this person, particularly the people of the Qing Kingdom. They had always seen this exceptional master, who liked to ride boats on the ocean, as the protector of the Qing Kingdom.
However, this god was going to ascend the mountain in defiance of the Emperor's edict. Everyone knew what his goal was.
The Tiger Guards became nervous. The swordsmen of the Sixth Bureau of the Overwatch Council felt their mouths go dry. The imperial soldiers were so shocked that they almost lost their grip on the weapons in their hands. To fight with a god was already beyond most people's imagination and mental limits. Furthermore, they knew that although the opponent was only one person, he was more terrifying than thousands of soldiers and horses.
Even if he did not have a sword in his hand.
Ye Liuyun, wearing the straw hat, did not have a sword in his hand. No one knew if there was a sword in his heart. Last night, his sword had already pierced through the sometimes calm and sometimes angry ocean at the foot of Dong Mountain. It had pierced through layers of white waves, flattened a reef, and injured Fan Xian's heart meridian. In the end, it had pierced with unstoppable killing into the rock wall that was harder than metal and stone. The entire sword had disappeared, leaving only a slightly protruding hilt in the rock wall.
However, everyone under heaven knew that Great Grandmaster Ye Liuyun was even more terrifying without a sword in his hand. In those legends, Ye Liuyun resolutely abandoned his sword because of an unknown story. He comprehended Flowing Cloud Hands in the clouds and entered the realm of a Great Grandmaster.
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Ye Liuyun had already stepped onto the second stone step. Finally, the Tiger Guards hidden in the forest behind the mountain gate reacted. The first thing to welcome this Great Grandmaster up the mountain was the shrill and powerful rain of crossbow bolts.
This was the Overwatch Council's weapon of mass destruction. It was the repeating crossbow that had once appeared on the southern plains of Cangzhou. With such a short distance between them, who would be able to dodge it?
The black-clothed man and Yun Zhilan watched this scene from the distant flat ground outside the mountain gate without blinking. Of course, they were not worried about Ye Liuyun's life or death. No one thought a mere rain of crossbow bolts would be able to stop a Great Grandmaster. They just didn't want to miss the scene of the Great Grandmaster, who usually appeared like a divine dragon, personally taking action.
The black-clothed man thought to himself that if it was him facing such an urgent rain of crossbow bolts, he would probably be injured.
Yun Zhilan was thinking about how his teacher would respond.
Ye Liuyun faced the crossbow bolts that were about to strike his body and only waved his hand.
This wave was like a mountain pine chasing the clouds, unwilling to have its beautiful appearance covered by the white fog. This wave was like a drop of rain piercing through the clouds, unwilling to have the black clouds cut off its chance to get close to the earth. The strangest feeling this wave gave everyone watching was that it was natural, gentle, determined, and fast.
Two completely opposite attributes fused perfectly and vividly with this simple wave of his hand.
Where the hand landed, the crossbow bolts gently fell to the ground.
The crossbow bolts that shot out at high speed met that hand like clouds flying strangely slowly. They were slowly plucked off one by one by that hand and then thrown into the dust.
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The black-clothed man's heart chilled. In a quiet voice, he said, "I can't see his hand clearly."
Yun Zhilan was silent. He had wanted to see which realm was higher between this Qing Kingdom Great Grandmaster and his teacher. Unexpectedly, he didn't understand anything.
Given his and the mysterious black-clothed man's eyesight, they only understood one thing. The gentle Liuyun released his hand so quickly, so quickly that it could be used gently. Yet, no one was able to catch the trajectory of the fingertips.
"Not just fast." The man in black muttered to himself, "The cloud is an existence with the most shapes, so his hands are gentle yet terrifying."
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In Suzhou, in Baoyue Brothel, Ye Liuyun had once used a pair of chopsticks to swat away Fan Xian's crossbow bolts like he was swatting away mosquitoes. Now, at the foot of the great Dong Mountain gate, his wave of one hand was even more ingenious.
He walked up another step.
The light of the knife shone brightly. In June, the stone path of Dong Mountain was like flying snow. The power of the snow headed straight for the straw hat.
Countless Tiger Guards summoned their courage in this instant because of the responsibility and fear in their hearts and chose to attack at the same time.
The long knives danced in the air. The power of the knife was enough to break the sky. It enveloped Ye Liuyun's entire body. At the same time, such a powerful knife power layered on top of each other could completely chop Fan Xian and Haitang into pieces.
However, it didn't hit Ye Liuyun.
On the stone path, there was only a twisted and unpleasant sound of metal scraping against each other. Ye Liuyun's straw hat was still on his head, but his body was like a wisp of smoke. In an instant, he passed through the layers of knife light and suddenly came to the top of the stone steps, leaving the Tiger Guards behind him.
He shook his arms, and the two metal objects in his hands fell onto the stone steps. They rolled down more than a dozen steps with a crisp clang, and then fell apart.
It was only then that the crowd realized that the metal that looked like fried dough twists were actually long sabers slashed out by six or seven Tiger Guards!
Liuyun was strong enough to bind gold and bind stones. After Great Grandmaster Ye Liuyun perfectly displayed his realm that far surpassed the secular world, he stood quietly on the stone steps. Suddenly, his body swayed. A corner of his hemp clothing was blown by the wind and left his clothes. A piece of hemp cloth floated up in the mountain wind and swirled above the stone steps.
At some point, a young man with dried blood and clear eyes holding a green banner in his hand had appeared in front of him.
Thirteenth Wang.
A gust of wind blew past. The layer of clouds covering the summit of the mountain seemed to be blown away, revealing an indistinct corner of the temple.
A muffled sound came from the stone steps.
Ye Liuyun pulled back his hand and lowered his head to look at the broken green banner by his feet. A glimmer of confusion and a smile flashed through his calm eyes. He then coughed.
Thirteenth Wang was still flying in the air. Fresh blood sprayed out habitually. His body drew a long arc as he fell dejectedly into the forest, smashing heavily into a large tree far to the right of the stone steps.
Even a ninth-level ace was not a match for a Great Grandmaster.
Ye Liuyun coughed.
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A glimmer of worry flashed through the black-clothed man's eyes. He knew that after Ye Liuyun had seemingly defeated the Tiger Guards and the powerful young ninth-level ace, he was still affected. He knew that given the Great Grandmaster's realm, he should not be injured. However, Ye Liuyun had purposely left some leeway in his three attacks. Faced with the Qing Emperor's subordinates and aces whose eyes were red with fear and anger, there would always be some problems.
The Great Grandmasters were the people closest to gods. After all, they were not gods. They had their own countries, particularly Ye Liuyun.
Even though he had come to commit regicide for his family, he was still so gentle that he would not harm the people of the Qing Kingdom.
Then, he saw the piece of hemp cloth on the Great Grandmaster's robe gently float down and land in front of him. His steed was curious and went to sniff it.
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