Chapter 107
"This treacherous villain! Reveal your identity at once!"
The one who seemed to be the leader of the Tang Clan's martial artists shouted loudly at Nezha.
The leader of the Wu squad, who was in charge of guarding Mrs. Yin's chamber, was not letting his guard down with his sharp eyes.
If one were to look at him briefly, since he had a small build, one might think he was a boy.
But among those who performed assassinations as their main mission in the martial world, there were many small people who were advantageous in stealth and infiltration.
As it was, since the Tang Clan was in a commotion due to a series of incidents, they could not afford to have any small loopholes.
Moreover, he was a person who had infiltrated the great lady's chamber as soon as a commotion had occurred in the forbidden zone.
The opponent was covering his whole body with a cloth and was hiding his identity. The leader of the Wu squad had no doubt that the intruder in front of him had a sinister intention.
"I-it's a misunderstanding... I... I didn't do anything..."
The magic that Jiang Ziya had cast had already been broken with the maid's scream.
Although Nezha tried to defend himself in his frustration, the situation was not good.
The dozens of pairs of eyes that were glaring at him were full of hostility. Nezha trembled in embarrassment and fear, as if he had been stripped naked.
"It's that monster! That thing, my friend!"
To make matters worse, the voices of the maids who had left Mrs. Yin's chamber were heard in Nezha's ears.
The maid who had had a nosebleed among them was being carried away somewhere, unconscious, on the back of a Tang Clan martial artist, and the condition of the remaining two maids did not look good either.
"Leader Wu! The maids are showing symptoms of poisoning!"
"Hmm! As expected! Hurry up and to catch this ambusher! We must find out if this person is the culprit of the series of incidents!"
If the small monster in front of him were really the protagonist of the incidents that had occurred so far, he might be able to render a great service by catching him.
To arrest the culprit who had made a fool of the Sichuan Tang Clan and had killed the great disciple of the Wise Sword!
If it were this much of a merit, it might be an opportunity to leave the Tang Clan and to enter the Martial Arts Alliance under the protection of the Wise Sword, Wu Guang.
As the order was given, the martial artists of the Tang Clan began to move as one and to close in on Nezha.
Nezha wanted to run away in a hurry. But since his study of the divine footwork was still far from enough, he had no way to ignore the martial artists of the Tang Clan, who were displaying a joint attack formation and were closing in, and to run away.
"D-don't come!"
Despite Nezha's words, the martial artists of the Tang Clan slowly and carefully aimed their swords at him.
Nezha, seeing the sword blades that were flashing in the light, growled as if he were anxious.
"Ugh, ugh!"
As Nezha's emotions became agitated, a green smoke began to rise like a haze from the parts of his body that were not covered by the Heaven-Mixing Silk.
"P-poison! Hurry up and the poison-proof cloth!"
The martial artists of the Tang Clan, who were approaching Nezha, were startled by the poisonous qi that was rising around Nezha and hurriedly took out their poison-proof cloths.
Nezha did not miss that gap and quickly rushed towards their broken siege.
"Ah, this brat!"
As Nezha flew his body in the moment when the formation was broken, the martial artists of the Tang Clan hurriedly stretched out their hands to the Heaven-Mixing Silk to stop him.
"Don't touch it!"
As soon as the enraged Nezha's voice ended, the fluttering Heaven-Mixing Silk made a rough wind sound and flew towards the martial artist of the Tang Clan.
Thwack!
"Ugh!"
As the Heaven-Mixing Silk struck the martial artist of the Tang Clan, the martial artist felt a tremendous sharp pain as if he had been hit by a hammer and flew high into the sky.
The martial artists of the Tang Clan, including the leader of the Wu squad, who had been watching the scene, instantly got rid of their previous leisure and had a look of caution in their two eyes.
"Go!"
The martial artists of the Tang Clan, who had taken out their poison-proof cloths, immediately drew their swords and began to fly towards Nezha.
Although Nezha had flinched for a moment at the thought of having struck a person, seeing the martial artists who were swinging their swords at him with murderous intent, he became very angry and clutched the Heaven-Mixing Silk.
"Th-this is it!"
As Nezha grabbed the Heaven-Mixing Silk and swung it, a huge roar was heard, and the Heaven-Mixing Silk spread wide.
The martial artists, seeing the Heaven-Mixing Silk that was spreading with the momentum to cover the sky like a fishing net, had to run away in a panic.
"Aaaah!"
A martial artist of the Tang Clan who had not been able to avoid the Heaven-Mixing Silk let out a scream. At the same time, a disgusting smell spread through the air.
The martial artist who had been covered in the Heaven-Mixing Silk had blisters on his skin as if he had been burned. He fell down on the spot and began to have a seizure.
"V-vicious! Now I see that he is surely a demon head who has learned a demonic art!"
Thanks to Nezha swinging the Heaven-Mixing Silk that had been covering his body, his appearance was revealed under the sun.
Although he had the form of a boy, it was a hideous appearance that could not be seen as a person. Moreover, recalling his colleague who had been cruelly killed, the murderous intent of the martial artists of the Tang Clan deepened.
Nezha felt the sunlight that he was receiving with his bare body sting.
In front of him, dozens of martial artists were approaching him as if to kill him, and in the distance, it seemed that more people were rushing here.
Nezha, engulfed in anxiety and fear, clutched the Heaven-Mixing Silk and let out a roar.
"G-get out of the way!"
A poisonous qi rose around Nezha. The Heaven-Mixing Silk that he had swung again cut through the wind.
A poisonous wind arose due to the widely spread Heaven-Mixing Silk, and even the martial artists of the Tang Clan, who were wearing poison-proof cloths, became dizzy from the poisonous qi and could not easily come to their senses.
In the midst of that, there were even some martial artists with weak internal energy who were bleeding from their noses and were kneeling down on the spot.
Clang! Clang!
Although some martial artists swung their swords to cut the Heaven-Mixing Silk that Nezha was swinging, the Heaven-Mixing Silk made a metallic sound and deflected the swords, and not even a scratch was made.
"A demon head has infiltrated the Tang Clan!"
The leader of the Wu squad had already gotten rid of the rosy future that he had dreamed of for a moment. He had realized that it was an emergency where he had to take care of his own life and the lives of the martial artists of the Tang Clan who had gathered here first.
Moreover, even if he were to die, he could not bear the dishonor of having let a demon head escape in the inner courtyard of the Tang Clan.
Swoosh!
Thump!
As the Heaven-Mixing Silk fell to the ground, a sound as if the earth were shaking was heard, and dust and stones mixed with poison and dirt flew up.
At this attack, some of the martial artists of the Tang Clan vomited blood and retreated. The leader of the Wu squad also could not easily approach Nezha.
Who on earth could subdue Nezha, who was swinging a strange cloth like a madman?
"Stop!"
At that moment, a sharp voice was heard from the sky, and a female Taoist appeared with a light divine footwork as if she were stepping on the clouds.
It was Shen Naye, the second disciple of Wu Guang.
She had been looking around other places in the Tang Clan alone while her master, Wu Guang, had gone to meet Tang Yizheng.
Then, surprised by the suddenly darkening sky and the sound of thunder, she had been moving her feet towards the forbidden zone, but at the sound of a commotion that was heard nearby, she had displayed her divine footwork towards Mrs. Yin's chamber, not the forbidden zone.
Shen Naye, who had cleared away the poisonous mist that was raging in the surroundings in one go with the Tai Chi Sword Art, could not hold back her astonishment at Nezha, who was causing a commotion in front of her.
A more hideous appearance than any demon head she had ever seen.
The fallen martial artists of the Tang Clan on the floor, and the traces on the floor as if something had been dragged along with the thick poisonous qi...
Shen Naye immediately realized that the small monster in front of her was the culprit who had killed her senior brother.
"Th-this evil villain! I will avenge my senior brother!"
It was surely the care of the Heavenly Lord that she had found the enemy she had been looking for so much and that she would be able to avenge him herself.
Moreover, the opponent was surely a demon head who used an evil art.
"L-let... me... go!"
Although Nezha cried out, to the hostile Shen Naye, even Nezha's voice sounded detestable.
She circulated the Tai Chi Divine Art and immediately flew towards Nezha.
Her Tai Chi Divine Art surpassed that of her senior brother, Dao Weibu.
It could not be said that it was not a great skill that she was suppressing Nezha's poisonous qi with just her sword wind, driving away the poisonous qi without a poison-proof cloth.
The martial artists of the Tang Clan, including the leader of the Wu squad, took care of their fallen colleagues and formed a siege so that Nezha could not escape. Only then did they watch their duel.
It was a place where a young female hero of the Wudang Sect might be born.
Rather than interfering with Shen Naye, who had come forward to avenge her, if it seemed that she could not handle it, it was better to do a joint attack.
Thwack!
Shen Naye's sword narrowly missed Nezha's two arms.
Although there was a change in the softness, and although there was no complexity in the change, the Tai Chi Sword Art was a sword art that could be called the root of the Wudang sword art.
Shen Naye, who was displaying the Tai Chi Sword Art, which was easy to approach but difficult to master, so excellently, had surely achieved an outstanding achievement to the extent that she would receive Wu Guang's favor.
"Th-this is it!"
Although Nezha did not want to fight with Shen Naye, he had no other choice against her, who was rushing at him as if to kill him.
Moreover, even if he were to try to run away, the martial artists of the Tang Clan were increasing in number and were surrounding Nezha.
If more time were to pass, a worse situation might occur.
'M-master...'
Although Nezha had a vain hope for a moment that Jiang Ziya might help him, as Shen Naye's sharp sword blade grazed his cheek, he hurriedly abandoned that thought.
Although he had received favor from his mother and Jiang Ziya, he had to live with gratitude for just that.
In the end, since even his mother, Mrs. Yin, could not stop Tang Yizheng's tyranny, it was absurd for Jiang Ziya, whom he had not even met for a long time, to help him.
Not a single person had helped him when he was in a crisis until now.
And there would be no such person in the future.
Nezha, trying hard to exclude the luxurious feeling of receiving someone's help, hurriedly gathered his poisonous qi.
Although he had seen the sword art that the female Taoist in front of him was displaying before, and had narrowly avoided it until now, its sharpness and power were even greater this time.
Simply putting strength into it and swinging the Heaven-Mixing Silk was not enough to subdue the persistent Shen Naye.
"H-heaven and earth..."
As Nezha swung the Heaven-Mixing Silk with one hand, he clenched his other hand into a fist.
Shen Naye, seeing Nezha, who had been swinging the Heaven-Mixing Silk recklessly, suddenly take an unusual movement, instinctively took a defensive stance and stepped on the footwork.
As Nezha took a horse stance with a half-step stride, the ground under his two feet was dug up, and a hot heat began to rage in his chest.
Nezha's skin, which had been green, turned red in an instant, and a hot heat, not the poisonous qi that he had been emitting until now, was emitted.
The energy that was raging through Nezha's chest rode on his blood and qi and began to swirl around Nezha's clenched fist in an instant.
Shen Naye, seeing a wheel-shaped object the size of a fist being formed as a tangible energy swirled around Nezha's wrist like a coiling snake, was startled and used the technique of diverting a flower to a tree with all her might.
"Fist."
Bang!
As Nezha threw a punch in one go, a huge sound of breaking the air occurred between Shen Naye and Nezha.
The fist of Nezha, which had been thrown with a sound of tearing the air, contained a powerful fist power that was enough to prevent anything in the heaven and the earth from blocking it.
"Ugh!"
The technique of diverting a flower to a tree was a technique that subdued the opponent using the opponent's power.
One had to move like a waterwheel that used the power of a falling waterfall and to use the enemy's power.
But as an irresistible force rushed in, Shen Naye's Tai Chi Sword Art was destroyed in one go like a broken waterwheel in a flood, and the price was beyond cruel.
The Tai Chi Sword that she had been holding was bent almost into a circle and was shattered and was stuck in the dirt floor.
And Shen Naye was thrown a distance of three zhang like a kite with a broken string.
"Naye!"
The one who had caught the flying Shen Naye was a Taoist of Wudang in a white robe.
His hair and beard were disheveled as if he had run with all his might to this place. In addition, his pupils were so bloodshot that blood and tears were flowing. Just by his appearance, one might mistake him for a demon of hell, not a Taoist of Wudang.
(End of Chapter)