Chapter 1208 - 315: Ginkgo Amid Remnant Snow Reflects Zen, Blooded Sword Saves Liyuan

Soon after, back at the Five Poison Sect Headquarters, Lan Xiaodie held the sect command engraved with runes, her expression solemn: "From today onwards, the Five Poison Sect aims to help the world and maintain peace in Jianghu. Anyone who uses poison for evil deeds will be expelled from the sect!"

Her gaze swept over the hundreds of disciples below the stage, "The path of poison can save lives or harm them, depending on the mind of the user."

In the late autumn, the Shaolin Temple stood on the peak of Mount Song, with ancient trees reaching the sky, and its red walls and yellow tiles appeared even more majestic and splendid under the autumn sun.

The autumn winds lightly brushed, the ancient pines within the temple remained verdant, yet there was a touch of desolation, falling leaves fluttered, akin to the slow flow of the river of history.

The surrounding mountains transformed into a kaleidoscope of colors during late autumn, red leaves like fire, yellow leaves like gold, green leaves carrying mist, interweaving into a magnificent picture. In the distance, the mountain ranges were layered, clouds and mist lingered, making the Shaolin Temple seem suspended above the clouds, transcendent and solemn.

The night deepened, the night over the peak of Mount Song was as thick as ink, in the silence only the sound of the pines surged sporadically.

Moonlight like water, poured over the glazed tiles of the Shaolin Temple, shimmering with a silver light, adding a touch of mystery and tranquility.

Shi Feiyang, clad in dark attire, performed the supreme Lightweight Technique "No Trace for a Thousand Miles," his figure flitted through the flying eaves of the ancient Shaolin Temple like a phantom, not a single falling leaf touched his clothing. The earth-shattering conspiracy mentioned in Lan Xiaodie’s pigeon letter was a heavy hammer on his mind, his infiltration into the Scripture Pavilion tonight was to investigate this undercurrent of truth. Moonlight filtered through the carved window lattices, casting dappled shadows within the Scripture Pavilion.

As Shi Feiyang landed, he immediately noticed two dark figures shuttling between the rows of scriptures. The two figures were elusive, their weapons glowed sinisterly, it was the infamous "Flower Destroying Duo" of Jianghu—brothers Bai Renfeng and Bai Feifeng.

"Audacious rats! Dare to steal in Shaolin!" Shi Feiyang roared, his body suddenly surging with ice-blue True Qi, his dark attire fluttering loudly. This shout, resonating like a great bell, caused the scriptures within the pavilion to rustle.

Bai Renfeng suddenly turned, a trace of malice flickered on his face: "Shi Feiyang, don’t meddle! This ’Muscle Tendon Scripture’ rightfully belongs in our brother’s possession!" Before the words finished, three Bone-Piercing Nails emerged like venomous snakes from their lairs, the tips glowing with an eerie green light, darting straight for Shi Feiyang’s face.

Shi Feiyang sneered contemptuously, urging the Bright Jade Technique to the realm of "Supreme Forgetting Emotions Ice Soul Cold Prison."

In an instant, a crystal-clear True Qi shield condensed around his body, cold air radiating.

The Bone-Piercing Nails collided with the shield, producing a sharp explosive sound, astonishingly shattered into powder, dissipating into wisps of green smoke.

Bai Feifeng, witnessing the scene, unsheathed his long sword, the Netherworld Talisman engraved on the blade flickered with a ghostly glow.

He performed the ancestral "Netherworld Swordsmanship", the shadow of the sword enveloping like a phantom, each strike carried a chilling allure. Wherever the Sword Qi passed, the air was torn, and the books on the shelves were split into openings by the Sword Qi.

Shi Feiyang thrust out both palms, executing the "Red Dust Slash" from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique.

In a flash, nine golden blade Qis intersected like golden dragons emerging from the sea, fiercely clashing with the Netherworld sword shadows.

Blade Qi and Sword Qi collided, erupting in deafening explosions, causing dust within the Scripture Pavilion to flutter down.

Bai Renfeng seized the opportunity, his long sword aimed directly at Shi Feiyang’s throat, the sword momentum cunning and vicious. Shi Feiyang lightly tapped the ground with his toe, his figure flipped like a willow flake. He palm chopped "Heaven’s Edge", a golden blade light cleaving the air, like a golden rainbow.

Bai Renfeng hurriedly raised his knife to resist, with a resounding "clang," his short knife was sent flying, blood gushed from his tiger’s mouth, his whole body was knocked backward, crashing into the scripture racks, causing them to collapse with the books scattering all around.

"Speak! What is your relationship with Zhong Renwang and Dugu Yan?" Shi Feiyang’s body circulated with ice-blue True Qi, he pressed step by step, cornering the brothers against the wall.

The temperature within the Scripture Pavilion suddenly dropped, like being in an ice cellar.

Bai Renfeng suddenly sneered, blood oozing from his mouth: "You think you can stop it? At the Martial Arts tournament, you’ll all die! That poison is unlike the Bone-Piercing Nail, just a trace is enough to doom, even the Daluo Golden Immortal can’t save you! Hahaha!"

His laughter was filled with madness and triumph, as if he already foresaw the collapse of the major sects.

Shi Feiyang’s eyes sharpened, killing intent grew stronger. He slowly pushed out both palms to unleash the ultimate move of the Hundred Victories Saber Technique, "Sun and Moon Shine Together"! Instantly, two gigantic golden blade shadows soared like the sun and moon, exuding devastating pressure, slashing down upon the brothers.

The air within the Scripture Pavilion twisted under the force of the blade Qi, emitting a piercing wail.

The faces of Bai Renfeng and Bai Feifeng brothers changed dramatically, they frantically raised their swords to resist. However, facing this earth-shattering blade Qi, their long swords crumbled inch by inch like paper. Amidst the spurting blood mist, the brothers let out chilling screams.

Bai Renfeng’s arm was forcibly severed, blood gushed like a fountain, staining the scattered scriptures; Bai Feifeng’s chest was pierced by the blade Qi, collapsing into a pool of blood, twitched a few times before suddenly escaping through the ground.

Bai Renfeng, severely injured, also displayed top-notch Lightweight Technique, dragging his severed limb, fleeing like a defeated dog through the door.

Shi Feiyang was about to pursue but heard hurried footsteps approaching from afar.

He knew the Shaolin monks would soon arrive, and the conspiracy at the Martial Arts tournament loomed imminently, forcing him to suppress his killing intent.

He gazed coldly in the direction of Bai Renfeng’s disappearance, his eyes like frost.

However, he had no time for distractions, he must inform the Shaolin Abbot and the Wudang Sect Leader of the news.