The Martial Arts World is Full of Experts Chapter 37

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During the martial arts conference, Zhang Xiaoyuan saw Mo Wentian and Xing Yan discussing the Heavenly Drizzle Pavilion. Unexpectedly, they had merely taken a casual stroll, yet the Heavenly Drizzle Pavilion appeared seemingly on its own.

Although Zhang Xiaoyuan didn't know the purpose of Heavenly Drizzle Pavilion, judging from the coffins they sent to the Martial Arts Alliance, it seemed they targeted both the Martial Arts Alliance and the Demon Sect. Initially, Mo Wentian worried about Heavenly Drizzle Pavilion approaching Pei Junze, the beloved "only son" of the Martial Arts Alliance Chief. Dealing with him through unscrupulous means was seemingly a common occurrence.

Zhang Xiaoyuan was very worried.

Glancing around, many people from Heavenly Drizzle Pavilion surrounded them. Most of them were not weak in martial arts. Even with the strong martial skills of Eldest Senior Brother and Pei Junze present, handling so many people at once was clearly too difficult.

It was at this moment that Zhang Xiaoyuan deeply realized...

He seemed to be a hindrance.

If he made it through the night, he would definitely study the sword manual thoroughly! Strive to improve his swordsmanship! Master martial arts, fear no one wherever he went!

Pei Junze remained courteous, cautiously asking, "May I ask who you are?"

No one responded.

"Navigating the martial arts world is often challenging," Pei Junze remarked. "Perhaps we should refrain from drawing knives and swords?"

Although he spoke these words, his right hand consistently rested on the hilt of his sword. Anticipating the slightest movement from the others, his sword would likely unsheathe.

After a moment, someone asked him, "Which one of you is Pei Wuluan's son?"

Pei Junze: "Are you here for me?"

A hint of guilt flashed across him. He slightly turned, addressing Lu Zhaoming and Zhang Xiaoyuan, "It seems I've implicated you both."

"No need for many words." Lu Zhaoming unsheathed his sword. "Do you intend to stand until tomorrow morning?"

As he uttered these words, the disciples of Heavenly Drizzle Pavilion were about to launch an attack. Faintly, from an unknown location, a voice could be heard speaking. The voice seemed distant yet strangely close, a feat achievable only by someone with profound internal strength.

"They won't last until tomorrow morning." The voice, with a hint of a smile, continued, "They won't even last a quarter of an hour."

It was Pei Wuluan.

Zhang Xiaoyuan, feeling rescued, breathed a sigh of relief.

Eldest Senior Brother's stroke of luck in this dire situation was indeed not an exaggeration. Pei Wuluan, who ranked second in the martial arts world, had arrived. What did they have to fear?

He looked up, seeing Pei Wuluan circling in front of Heavenly Drizzle Pavilion, sword in hand, murmuring as if conversing with others. He said, "I told you, when a child goes out at night and hasn't returned by this late, it's time to go out and meet him."

Zhang Xiaoyuan understood. He turned around and indeed saw Mo Wentian in black attire, face concealed by a black veil, blocking the path of Heavenly Drizzle Pavilion's members.

"Perfect timing," Mo Wentian said calmly. "I've been looking for you for quite some time."

He paid no attention to Pei Wuluan's words. His gaze was indifferent, his eyebrows and eyes sharp as blades. A trace of impatience lingered in his expression. In his hand, the azure sword, three feet long, resounded with a clear ring. In an instant, the sword was in his grasp.

Pei Wuluan shouted in fear, "For interrogation! Leave them alive!"

Lu Zhaoming recognized Pei Wuluan but didn't know Mo Wentian. Sensing the strong killing intent, he remained vigilant. Placing Zhang Xiaoyuan behind him, he stepped back, furrowing his brows, asking Pei Junze, "Who is that person?"

Pei Junze had no idea how to respond.

He dared not reveal Mo Wentian's identity and was unsure how to explain. Zhang Xiaoyuan gripped Lu Zhaoming's arm, feeling anxious. He also couldn't disclose Mo Wentian's identity. If everyone remained oblivious, treating Mo Wentian as an ordinary friend of Pei Wuluan with an unknown name, they might be able to turn the page after tonight. However, if Mo Wentian realized they knew his identity...

Zhang Xiaoyuan sensed that, given the typical methods of the Demon Sect, they might be silenced.

Terrified and uneasy, he watched the intense battle before him. Mo Wentian's swordsmanship was fierce and ruthless. If Pei Wuluan hadn't insisted on sparing lives, everyone from Heavenly Drizzle Pavilion might have met a gruesome end on the spot.

Pei Junze could only pull them back against the wall to avoid being implicated by the combatants. Meanwhile, he whispered to Lu Zhaoming, "Young Hero Lu, this... let my father explain this matter to you."

Xing Yan, appearing from who knows where, dashed to their side from a distance. She positioned herself in front of them, drew her sword, and declared, "Don't panic! I'm here!"

Lu Zhaoming raised an eyebrow. "You indeed possess martial arts skills."

Xing Yan felt her task of protecting the young master was fulfilled. She believed she no longer needed to return to the county office undercover. Unafraid of exposing her identity, she chose not to respond to Lu Zhaoming's comment.

Lu Zhaoming: "The person I injured was also you."

After saying this, Xing Yan trembled slightly but remained steadfast in blocking their way.

Zhang Xiaoyuan looked at the words appearing above Xing Yan's head.

「Shame of my protector career.」

「Twice.」

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "......"

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Two supreme martial artists of the martial arts world stood here. The members of Heavenly Drizzle Pavilion couldn't endure even a quarter of an hour, all heavily injured and defeated.

Pei Wuluan said, "I'll send someone from the Alliance to come and take them back. We'll interrogate them thoroughly."

Mo Wentian cast a sidelong glance at him and said, "The interrogation skills of your Martial Arts Alliance..."

Pei Wuluan raised an eyebrow. "Still better than your Demon... better than trading one life for another in your interrogations."

Perhaps realizing Zhang Xiaoyuan and Lu Zhaoming were present, he abruptly swallowed the words "Demon Sect" back down. With a slight cough, he turned to Lu Zhaoming and Zhang Xiaoyuan. "Virtuous nephews."

Zhang Xiaoyuan pressed his back against the wall, sensing that Mo Wentian might resort to silencing them.

"Today's events, I hope you two won't speak of them outside," Pei Wuluan said. "These people belong to a newly risen sect of the dark path. The Alliance is still investigating the matter thoroughly, and we can't afford any leaks."

Zhang Xiaoyuan nodded repeatedly, indicating his understanding.

Seeing Lu Zhaoming's lack of response, Zhang Xiaoyuan even tugged at Lu Zhaoming's sleeve, urging him to nod in agreement.

Mo Wentian said, "Much obliged."

Seemingly about to draw his sword, Zhang Xiaoyuan turned pale with fright, thinking he was truly going to silence them. With few options for help in the current situation, he tightly grabbed Pei Junze's arm, visibly nervous and unable to utter a single word.

Pei Junze blurted out, "Foster father, they are all your son's friends."

In contrast to his conversations with Pei Wuluan, when talking to Mo Wentian, he refrained from making direct eye contact. Despite their nominal father-son relationship, he maintained utmost reverence, devoid of any signs of familiarity.

Pei Wuluan also spoke, restraining his sword, "They are disciples of Brother Henian."

Mo Wentian was momentarily surprised. "Wang Henian?"

Pei Wuluan nodded.

Mo Wentian paused and asked again, "Which disciple?"

Pei Wuluan spoke quietly, covering his mouth with his hand. Zhang Xiaoyuan couldn't discern what he said, but he could guess. The disciple Pei Wuluan mentioned had surely no connection with him.

His father was an ordinary martial artist in the martial arts world, and his mother was just a common physician from Hundred Herbs Valley. There was no way their family had any ties to the Demon Sect. Eldest Senior Brother's identity, however, remained unclear.

He furrowed his brows, unable to help but wonder if the person they were talking about was Eldest Senior Brother.

Yet, both Mo Wentian and Pei Wuluan didn't reveal a single word, and despite Zhang Xiaoyuan's intense curiosity, he couldn't discern what they had actually discussed.

Pei Wuluan finally finished his whispered conversation with Mo Wentian. He let go, quietly asking Mo Wentian, "You understand now, right?"

Mo Wentian looked slightly surprised. "It's him?"

Pei Wuluan nodded, holding Mo Wentian's hand. Slowly, he pressed the unsheathed sword back in, replying, "Yes."

"Well then." Mo Wentian resheathed his sword decisively. "This throne shall consider the bonds of old acquaintances."

Zhang Xiaoyuan seized the crucial words in Mo Wentian's statement accurately.

Old acquaintances? Who could it be?

Were they talking about their master, or... the parents of Eldest Senior Brother, who were no longer alive?

Lu Zhaoming, however, focused on another matter. He paused slightly and repeated in a hushed tone, "This throne?"

He thought that in the martial arts world, only the Demon Sect Master, Mo Wentian, would address himself as such.

It was only now that he snapped back to reality, realizing the dangerous situation he had been in just moments ago. However, he couldn't understand why Pei Wuluan was walking with Mo Wentian, looking so familiar with him. Moreover, why did Pei Junze call Mo Wentian his foster father?

His mind was in turmoil, filled with countless doubts, but he didn't know whom to ask or where to begin.

Pei Junze breathed a sigh of relief, lowering his voice as he whispered to them, "Let's not talk now. I'll explain everything after we go back."

Mo Wentian looked at Xing Yan, who automatically positioned herself behind him, ready to leave with him.

Mo Wentian: "The people from Heavenly Drizzle Pavilion..."

Pei Wuluan tensed for a moment. "I'll interrogate them. I'll handle it! I'll make sure to get all the information out!"

The Demon Sect's methods were ruthless. If these people fell into the hands of the Demon Sect, they might face torture leading to a gruesome death. In the hands of the Martial Arts Alliance, there might still be a chance for them to survive.

Mo Wentian no longer insisted.

"Inform me once the interrogation is done," Mo Wentian said. "If you can't get information, I'll take over."

Pei Wuluan nodded. "Rest assured!"

His hand lifted halfway, initially wanting to casually put his arm around Mo Wentian's shoulders. However, he remembered that Lu Zhaoming and Zhang Xiaoyuan were still present. So, his hand awkwardly hung in mid-air, neither going through nor retracting.

Mo Wentian seemed oblivious, giving a slight nod. "Since there's no issue, I'll head back."

Pei Wuluan cleared his throat, grabbing Mo Wentian's hand. He whispered something in his ear. This time, he didn't cover his mouth, and Zhang Xiaoyuan could clearly see everything.

"You go back first. You know which courtyard I'm staying in," Pei Wuluan's eyes carried a smile. "I'll be back in a moment."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "......"

After enduring the nauseating master-disciple love story next door, why did he have to witness this sweet interaction between good and evil lovers in front of a group of juniors?

He averted his eyes, feeling thoroughly disturbed and not wanting to see any more.

Mo Wentian hadn't paid attention to Pei Wuluan before. He had already taken a few steps, but suddenly he halted and turned back.

"By the way, I was told that you wrote a repentance letter?" Mo Wentian extended his hand toward Pei Wuluan. "Hand it over. I want to take a look."

Pei Wuluan: "...Huh?"

DING.

「What to do! I've only written the beginning of the repentance letter!」

「Oh no, am I finished?」

「The Alliance is doomed, wuwuwu!」