Mount Zhongnan lay to the north. As summer yielded to autumn, the air had already turned crisp. Birds and beasts were nowhere to be seen. Hua Wu Que walked along the mountain path, carefully considering his next move.
The Sun Moon Holy Cult was essentially in his grasp, waiting for Huang Xue Mei to gradually take control. Within the Beggar Clan, Kang Min was also secretly developing her forces, waiting for the chaos in the Peach Blossom Forest to seize power once the clan was leaderless. Both were cunning individuals who planned their moves in advance, requiring little of his attention. His next move, however, needed careful consideration. How would he set his pieces in motion, and how would he enter the game?
As he pondered, he suddenly heard the sound of a fight coming from the forest. Listening carefully, he vaguely heard a woman's angry shouts, the voice sounding somewhat familiar. Recently, he had been playing the role of a courteous gentleman to reel in the Dragon Maiden, a pretense that had become increasingly burdensome. Now, his heart soared with joy. He immediately rose and rushed towards the commotion.
His light kung fu was unmatched. With a few swift movements, he arrived at the source of the disturbance. To his surprise, the ones fighting were the two Xuanming Erlao and Li Mochou! He was initially confused, but instead of revealing himself, he hid and watched the unfolding scene.
Li Mochou fought with growing alarm. Earlier, she had hastily rushed down the mountain, unable to save face. Now, she finally realized that she had lost her composure because of Hua Wu Que, forgetting the purpose of her trip. She wanted to return to the Ancient Tomb to seize the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, but she was no match for Hua Wu Que. Frustrated, she decided to hide in the mountains below, waiting for him to leave before making her move.
Unexpectedly, two elderly men appeared. The one wielding a deer-head short staff, upon seeing her, had a gleam in his eyes and began to insult her. She was never one to tolerate such treatment, and she immediately engaged in battle with the two men. After fighting for a while, she was surprisingly being suppressed, much to her shock.
"Junior brother, I truly admire this Daoist nun's temperament. Be careful not to injure her. Otherwise, the fun will be ruined later," said Lu Zhangke, who had tested Li Mochou's martial arts skills. He was addicted to lust and felt confident in his victory over her. He called out to He Bi Weng, who stood beside him.
Hearing those words, Li Mochou's rage flared. She had been a prominent figure in the martial arts world for years, but when had she ever been insulted like this? Since encountering Hua Wu Que, everything had gone wrong!
Her mind raced as she devised a strategy. These two were clearly members of the demonic path, making her usual methods useless. After fighting for a long time, her internal energy was waning, and her thoughts became chaotic. She knew that she wouldn't be able to survive if the fight continued.
Hong Lingbo, who had been immobilized with acupoint strikes, was thrown under a nearby tree. Seeing her master gradually losing ground, she cried out, "Master, leave quickly. Go up the mountain and ask for help from Grandmaster. Don't worry about me!"
The two Xuanming Erlao had gained the upper hand and were now aiming to capture Li Mochou alive. Hearing the young Daoist nun's words, He Bi Weng burst into laughter. "Oh, so even these Daoist nuns have a lover. How interesting, how interesting! Who is this grandmaster of yours? Tell us." His words were sarcastic, clearly not believing that these two had any grandmaster who could turn the tide. He was just toying with them, feeling confident in their victory.
Lu Zhangke also found it comical, believing that the two Daoist nuns were trying to intimidate them with their words to save their lives. He laughed to Li Mochou, "Not bad, not bad. If your lover is too powerful, we might just be scared off. Who knows!"
Li Mochou gritted her teeth, knowing that the situation was dire. Feeling further insulted by their taunts, she disregarded everything and shouted, "My husband is Hua Wu Que, whose fame has spread throughout the martial arts world recently. If you truly are not afraid of his future revenge, then kill us now!" She had no other choice. The two Xuanming Erlao possessed extraordinary martial arts skills and were well-versed in coordinated attacks. Her defeat was only a matter of time. Now, she could only play along and hope for a miracle.
The two Xuanming Erlao were startled when they heard her mention Hua Wu Que. They took a few steps back. They had suffered significant losses at Hua Wu Que's hands, and hearing his name brought about an instinctive fear.
Suddenly, they recalled that Hua Wu Que was trapped in the Ancient Tomb by the princess. Their mission was to investigate if there were any unforeseen circumstances. It was embarrassing to be intimidated by a name, and their faces flushed red. "Hua Wu Que? He's currently in a difficult situation. Even if he were here, we, your brothers, would still play with his women in front of his very eyes!"
Seeing them retreat, Li Mochou's heart soared. She thought her plan had worked, but then she heard their words and was overwhelmed with despair. She realized she couldn't escape this fate. She was a strong-willed woman, so she secretly gathered her internal energy and decided to fight to the death.
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through, and her vision blurred. When her sight returned, a man in white stood in front of her, his back to her. His voice was low, "Oh? When have I offended you two? Why are you treating my wife so poorly? Are you bored with life?"
Li Mochou recognized that familiar voice of the scoundrel. Her heart was filled with excitement. But when she heard him call her "wife," her teeth clenched. Her gratitude vanished, replaced by annoyance. This rascal was as annoying as ever, always trying to take advantage of her!