The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#667 - You are right

Lu Jing was shocked to see this, not understanding why Yan Yun would make such a basic mistake. As disciples of the same academy, they should have been more aware than anyone else in Zhuangyuan Restaurant tonight of the dangers of strange objects.

Moreover, Miao Qianchi, Han Shi, and others had already provided examples of what not to do.

At this time, any secrets were meaningless; honesty was the only way forward.

Seeing that his question had worked, Huitong didn't hesitate and immediately asked again, "Miss Yan, what is your biggest secret?"

However, Yan Yun remained silent, only attacking the white-faced monk with increasingly swift sword strikes.

She seemed determined to kill him first.

Her reasoning wasn't wrong. Huitong skipping Lu Jing to question her clearly indicated someone had instructed him to do so.

And the one instructing him was undoubtedly the white-faced monk. Therefore, if she could defeat the white-faced monk, she could naturally resolve her current predicament.

However, Xuankong Temple wasn't limited to just Huitong being coerced. When the other monks saw her attacking the white-faced monk, they reluctantly stepped forward to save him.

Their martial skills were not weak, and some were even top-tier experts.

Even though Yan Yun's swordsmanship was outstanding, she couldn't overcome the white-faced monk for a while.

As a result, she spat out another mouthful of blood and began to cough violently.

Even her sword moves became disorganized. Not only did she fail to capture the white-faced monk, but she herself was in a precarious situation, almost being struck on the left arm by a staff.

Lu Jing grew anxious and shouted, "What are you doing? What time is it? Are you still worried about those dead rules in the office? Just reveal your identity! At worst, we'll each offer them a bowl of farewell tea later."

"Miss Yan, your biggest secret…"

"I… I have someone in my heart."

Yan Yun said, biting her lip.

Perhaps because they had heard too many shocking martial arts secrets tonight, everyone in Zhuangyuan Restaurant was stunned when Yan Yun said this.

No one had expected Yan Yun's biggest secret to be a maiden's heartfelt matter.

After a moment, someone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

They prided themselves on being righteous people, usually considering themselves chivalrous. Tonight, they had gathered to deal with those demonic figures who acted without principles. However, before they could even discuss a plan, their own shameful pasts were being revealed one by one.

Each person questioned by Huitong was a significant figure, the leader or elder of their respective sect, with a prestigious reputation in the martial world. Yet, without exception, everyone harbored a dark past in their hearts.

Some of the younger disciples had even begun to waver, feeling that these righteous people who were full of benevolence, justice, morality, and virtue weren't much different from those selfish and self-serving demonic figures.

Seeing that Yan Yun had been forced to vomit blood twice without speaking, they were afraid of hearing something even more terrifying. Fortunately, the young woman's answer didn't turn their nightmares into reality.

However, some people did indeed taste the bitterness of a nightmare becoming reality.

As the senior disciple of Yunshui Jingci Pavilion and the number one person of the younger generation, as well as a recognized beauty in the martial world, there were never few young disciples who secretly admired her.

Hearing that she actually had a crush on someone, many people were shocked.

At the same time, male disciples who had had contact with Yan Yun and considered themselves to be relatively outstanding were both shocked and bitter, with a hint of expectation.

Their hearts suddenly began to beat faster.

If a person has no dreams, what difference is there between them and a salted fish?

"Have you ever told that person?" Abbot Huitong continued after regaining his senses.

"No," Yan Yun said.

"Why not?"

"Because that person already has someone they like."

Yan Yun's words once again caused an uproar in Zhuangyuan Restaurant.

Who, who is so blind?! To reject such a perfect Yan Yun and actually like another woman, is that person blind? The disciples felt indignant.

Abbot Huitong, perhaps also influenced by the atmosphere, then asked the most crucial question for everyone, "That person… who is it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the staff technique on the opposite side seemed to have become more fierce.

Moreover, when he looked at Lu Jing, he saw the look in the latter's eyes that seemed to say, "Please, say less!"

"That person is on the Tianji Ranking with me," Yan Yun said, taking a deep breath.

Her words shattered the dreams of countless young heroes.

Huitong was stunned again when he heard this, then thought of something, and his gaze fell on Lu Jing again, and he said in surprise, "The person she's talking about…"

At this moment, Qiu Moli suddenly raised her voice and said, "Yunshui Jingci Pavilion disciples, support your senior disciple!"

After saying this, Qiu Moli took the lead and rushed up!

Her target was Zhizhen, the chief of the Arhat Hall, the second most skilled person in Xuankong Temple besides Huitong. The latter was currently fighting Yan Yun and was the biggest obstacle to preventing Yan Yun from capturing the white-faced monk.

Seeing that Qiu Moli, a giant in the martial arts world, had taken action, he did not dare to be negligent, temporarily put Yan Yun aside, and concentrated on fighting.

As he retreated, Yan Yun immediately took a step forward, her sword light surged, forcing back the other monks nearby, and at the same time, she grabbed the white-faced monk's collar with her other hand.

The white-faced monk obviously knew that he was doomed tonight, and a fierce look flashed across his face. He no longer concealed anything and directly shouted at Huitong, "Run!"

Huitong looked distressed, but in the end, he took half a step back, preparing to run as instructed. However, his expression changed again in the next moment.

Because he discovered that the Zen staff in Lu Jing's hand had blocked all his escape routes.

Huitong waved his palm, using Xuankong Temple's unique skill, Compassionate Light Illuminates All. He had practiced this palm technique to perfection, and its power was amazing and exquisite.

Even if it wasn't number one in the world of palm techniques, it was still in the top three. However, this time he had used all his strength, but after several moves, he still couldn't open up an escape route for himself.

It was like a sparrow covered by a dustpan.

Huitong blurted out, "What kind of martial art is this?"

"Steadfast and Stable," Lu Jing replied, "Give up. As long as I use this skill, no one in this world can escape from my staff."

"It's best not to speak so confidently when you're young. If no one can escape, wouldn't you be number one in the world?"

"That's right, you're right," Lu Jing nodded.