The Martials Arts World is Full of Experts Chapter 36

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Zhang Xiaoyuan stared at Mo Wentian, feeling somewhat anxious.

Why did Mo Wentian appear here?

Even if Xing Yan wrote a letter exposing Pei Wuluan's ugly face, the Demon Sect was far from the Martial Arts Alliance. It would take at least ten days to half a month for the letter to arrive. How could Mo Wentian have come so quickly?

Involuntarily, he connected Mo Wentian's appearance at the Martial Arts Alliance with those coffins.

He started to feel a bit worried.

Could this martial arts world really be on the verge of chaos?

He couldn't see what Mo Wentian was saying, but he could see what Xing Yan was saying.

"I heard that the Alliance received several coffins, and one of them had your name on it." Xing Yan lowered her voice but conveyed a suppressed anger. "I believe this is the doing of Heavenly Drizzle Pavilion."

Heavenly Drizzle Pavilion?

A new sect appeared that Zhang Xiaoyuan had never heard of.

Moreover, these three words seemed to exude a style of naming reminiscent of the dark path.

"Yes, now Pei Dog... Chief Pei believed this matter to be the work of Ethereal Illusion Palace. He has already ordered a thorough investigation," Xing Yan paused, listened attentively to a few words from Mo Wentian, and then responded, "Rest assured, the young master's name was not found in the coffins."

Mo Wentian must have come for that something called Heavenly Drizzle Pavilion. Zhang Xiaoyuan felt that Jiang Jianyu's speculation might be correct. Mo Wentian had been absent from the martial arts world for a long time, and those in the dark path often couldn't resist challenging the position of the Demon Sect's supreme leader.

Mo Wentian turned his gaze back to the two individuals about to compete. He seemed to have stopped speaking, while Xing Yan hesitated. Suddenly, she took a step forward, lowered her voice, and said, "There is another matter to report... it's about Chief Pei."

Zhang Xiaoyuan immediately became alert.

Here it comes!

Xing Yan's diligently written letter accusing Pei Dog of wrongdoing was about to arrive!

Since this matter originated because of Zhang Xiaoyuan, he vaguely felt a slight sense of guilt. However, upon witnessing Mo Wentian's arrival, his predominant emotion was undeniably the excitement of being a spectator.

Jiang Jianyu asked him on the side, "Junior Brother, anything else? What about the others?"

Zhang Xiaoyuan, wishing he could focus entirely on Xing Yan, hurriedly conveyed all he had observed to Lu Zhaoming, "The rankings are mostly between one hundred and one hundred fifty, nothing challenging. Just kick their buttocks!"

Jiang Jianyu: "Kick each one? That would look rather unsightly!"

Hua Liuque sighed. "What is this, a buttocks-kicking competition?"

Lu Zhaoming, deep in thought, responded, "I understand."

Zhang Xiaoyuan continued to watch Xing Yan.

Upon hearing Pei Wuluan's name, Mo Wentian tilted his head slightly, even lifting a bit of the veil covering his face. However, only his sharp chin and slightly pursed lips were revealed, signaling Xing Yan to continue speaking.

Zhang Xiaoyuan became even more excited.

When it comes to watching a spectacle, one must consider all aspects!

With a lift of Mo Wentian's veil, Zhang Xiaoyuan could glean everything Mo Wentian said!

"Upon arriving at the Martial Arts Alliance, I heard many rumors!" Xing Yan, emotionally charged, exclaimed, "Pei Wuluan maintains connections with Ji Huaidie and others. There are even rumors in the martial arts world that the young master shares blood ties with Ji Huaidie and Pei Wuluan!"

Mo Wentian merely nodded lightly. "Understood."

In Xing Yan's eyes, his response seemed similar to that of a pitiful person who knew their beloved was fickle yet had to endure. This infuriated her even more. Through gritted teeth, she said, "Not only that! In the righteous martial arts world, there were even rumors that he had over ten illegitimate children outside—"

"That's not true," Mo Wentian finally responded. Despite hearing these words, he remained calm. "Ji Huaidie was once his confidante."

Xing Yan: "Yes! It's so hateful!"

Mo Wentian: "He wouldn't want to see me personally kill her."

Xing Yan was momentarily stunned.

Xing Yan: "He... he has over ten illegitimate children."

Mo Wentian tilted his head slightly. "He doesn't have the courage for that."

It took Xing Yan a while before she voiced Pei Wuluan's next accusation.

"He... he still can't change his ways!" Xing Yan said, "Whenever he sees someone attractive, he can't resist!"

"It doesn't matter," Mo Wentian replied, "Let him indulge."

Xing Yan: "But..."

Mo Wentian remained silent, offering no further response.

With a subtle curl and pursing of his thin lips, he seemed to be smiling.

Bathed in the reflection of the black veil, his complexion was as pale as paper, ghostly in appearance, yet exuding a sharp sense of pride. It was quite different from the alluring beauty Zhang Xiaoyuan had imagined.

Meanwhile, Xing Yan already understood. She lowered her head and murmured softly, "I acted rashly."

Even if Pei Wuluan indeed enjoyed gazing at beautiful women, so what? In the martial arts world, whose appearance could rival Mo Wentian's?

He had no need to worry at all.

Zhang Xiaoyuan seemed to have been staring at them for too long, and Mo Wentian noticed. He tilted his head slightly, glanced in this direction, sensing his gaze.

Startled, Zhang Xiaoyuan immediately averted his eyes, pretending to be engrossed in the fights on the platform.

Fortunately, Mo Wentian only gave him a brief look and quickly redirected his gaze. Perhaps he was still concerned about revealing his identity. After realizing someone had noticed him, he lowered his veil, exchanged a few words with Xing Yan, and turned to leave.

The grand spectacle was coming to an end, and Zhang Xiaoyuan felt a bit reluctant. He looked up at Heavenly Star Hall, only to meet Pei Wuluan's gaze. He seemed to have been staring in this direction all along, expressionless, calmly observing, while above his head, countless words flipped out with a tingling sound.

「Why did he really come!」

「I haven't finished my repentance letter!」

「I'm done for.」

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "......"

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Just after the martial arts competition ended, as the crowd dispersed from the venue to their respective places, Zhang Xiaoyuan watched the words appearing and disappearing above everyone's heads. He felt like he held the secrets of half the martial arts world in his hands. Thinking about the potential new junior brothers to come, he realized the sect's expenses would likely increase. It was probably time for him to explore some unique ventures for personal wealth.

The biggest question at hand was how he should conceal his identity.

Dealing in intelligence in this martial arts world posed extreme risks. A single misstep could offend many. Hence, those daring to sell information were mostly from prominent sects like Swallows Nest Tower and the Beggars Sect. He had to conceal his identity well.

He didn't possess the art of disguise, so how could he transform himself to go unnoticed by others?

Wearing masks and disguises wouldn't work. While they could hide his face from others, they wouldn't fool those who knew him well. Zhang Xiaoyuan pondered, repeatedly recalling individuals skilled in concealing their identities, trying to find a solution from their methods.

Then, an image of a face surfaced in his mind.

Puyang Jing.

Who would have thought that the delicate and tender beauty was the Commander of the Heavenly Mysterious Shadow Guards, Puyang Jing?

Zhang Xiaoyuan felt he had found an excellent solution.

Yet, he really didn't want to resort to this method.

He vigorously patted his head, deciding to think of another approach.

What if... he didn't meet with those people?

Let them compile the questions they wanted to ask in one place, and he would provide answers in return?

This still carried some risks. Being tracked would be problematic.

Combining the two ideas, he decided to have them compile the questions in one place. After descending the mountain, he would change into women's clothing, go and check, then return halfway to switch back, and finally, proceed to the sect.

Originally a small town, Baicang City flourished after the establishment of the Martial Arts Alliance, now thriving near several provinces. The city had no curfew, and the night market was lively. Pei Junze, familiar with good spots in the city, guided them through. By the time they decided to return to the Martial Arts Alliance, the second watch had already sounded. Zhang Xiaoyuan walked as if his legs weren't his own, exhausted and unable to stop yawning.

Pei Junze continued chatting with Lu Zhaoming, in good spirits. Discussing Lu Zhaoming's performance in today's sword competition, he couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Young Hero Lu, you truly offended everyone today."

Lu Zhaoming frowned slightly. "Since it was a competition..."

Pei Junze: "You shouldn't have made them lose face like that."

They took a shortcut back to the Martial Arts Alliance. Pei Junze led them down a narrow path, about to continue speaking when he suddenly halted. The previously pleasant tone vanished. He raised an eyebrow, lowered his voice, and asked, "Did you hear that?"

Lu Zhaoming also nodded. "Quite a few people."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "Huh?"

He wanted to turn around to look, but Lu Zhaoming grabbed his arm, pulling him closer, and said, "Don't turn around."

Zhang Xiaoyuan became very nervous.

Pei Junze explained that Eldest Senior Brother had offended many people today, and they might be followed back to the Martial Arts Alliance. He couldn't help but speculate, feeling that those behind them might be dissatisfied individuals from the martial arts competition.

Afraid to turn back, they walked a few steps forward, the footsteps of those behind them becoming increasingly urgent.

The pursuers made no effort to conceal themselves, as if intending to intercept them on this path.

Beneath the tree shadows, figures darted past, and several figures in black blocked the road, obstructing their path forward.

Lu Zhaoming had already raised his sword, asking, "Who goes there?"

As he uttered these words, Zhang Xiaoyuan had already looked up at the tops of those individuals.

Almost everyone had three familiar words on their heads.

"Heavenly Drizzle Pavilion."

They must have come for Pei Junze.