Chapter 103 Day 25 of Transmigrating into a Wuxia Novel
Chapter 103 Day 25 of Transmigrating into a Wuxia Novel
Chapter 103: The Twenty-Fifth Day in a Wuxia Novel
Their commotion wasn’t small, alerting the trusted guards on duty outside the hall.
A cautious voice came from beyond the door: “Sect Leader?”
An Yi’s lips curled into a smile as he called out clearly, “It’s me.”
The person outside evidently recognized his voice and gasped in shock: “Young... Young Master?! When did you...”
An Luyuan impatiently flicked his sleeve, cutting off the voice outside: “Get lost! And stay away!”
“Yes!” The person outside, as if pardoned, retreated quickly with rapid footsteps.
Only then did An Luyuan turn back to An Yi, his tone dark and suppressing his fury: “As a son, you get a treasure and don’t offer it to your father first? Instead you come at me like this—where's your filial piety?!”
“Just look at yourself! What a mess!”
He shifted his tone, mixing coaxing with menace: “Give me the scroll first. Let me check it for any danger. If it’s safe, you’ll naturally learn where the upper volume is later!”
“You’re my son, and you’ll succeed me as Sect Leader someday. Would I harm you?”
An Yi: ...
Not even a dog would buy that lie!
He let out a laugh: “An Luyuan, you’re quite funny.”
“Bastard!” An Luyuan raged. “How dare you call your father by his name?!”
An Yi didn’t want to argue with him anymore; a trace of weariness flickered in his eyes: “Where is the upper volume?”
An Luyuan studied his expression, his mind racing. He concluded that An Yi had probably already practiced the middle volume and, feeling his martial arts had greatly improved, thought he could fly on his own.
The time spent outside without returning was surely for studying the middle volume. As for the reports of him traveling with some man? Clearly a cover!!
Having figured it out, An Luyuan’s gaze involuntarily darted to the side before quickly returning: “I can give you the upper volume, but you have to hand over the middle one first.”
An Yi followed his gaze to the same *White Tiger Painting*.
An Yi's gaze flickered, then he suddenly used his lightness skill to dart toward the painting. He tore it down in one motion, revealing a plain wall behind it.
But An Yi’s eyes still caught a barely perceptible seam.
He extended his spiritual sense and found a hidden compartment inside, containing a scroll. Smirking, he stored it away into his space.
An Luyuan flinched, but seeing no further action, he suppressed his reaction, assuming An Yi hadn’t noticed: “You brat! Did you come here just to cause trouble?!”
An Yi turned back and smiled at him: “Since you won’t give it to me, fine. Come find me for an exchange when you’ve changed your mind.”
With that, he prepared to leave.
“Stop!”
An Luyuan roared, his voice full of vigor—clearly not yet harmed by anger: “With enemies at the gate, since you’re back, you are the Young Master of the Fuyi Sect! Come with me to deal with them! Otherwise, I'll charge you with treason!”
As for the middle volume—since An Yi wanted the upper one, he’d find a way to pry it out of him!
An Yi didn't stop, his voice fading: “No time for that.”
With a flicker, he blended into the shadows beyond the door and vanished.
An Luyuan was so furious that the veins on his forehead bulged. He struck the corner of his bed platform with a palm, shattering it into pieces!
But he was in a critical phase of his cultivation and wary of the powerful enemies outside, so he ultimately did not rise to pursue.
“Unfilial son!! Once this is over, I'll deal with you!”
Leaving An Luyuan’s residence, An Yi took out the scroll and glanced at it. It was indeed the one.
He went out to meet Ling Fengyao, speaking in a low voice: “Got it. Let’s go.”
Ling Fengyao sidled up to him cheerfully: “Ayi, you’re amazing! So fast!”
The two withdrew quickly, using the night and the chaos from the external pressure on the sect's defenses to slip out of the headquarters again unnoticed.
After much thought, An Luyuan stood up and walked to the hidden compartment. He triggered the mechanism and opened it.
It was empty.
His eyes went wide in shock—where was it??
Where was that huge upper volume of the *Youhuan Shu*?
He didn't suspect An Yi—the brat had been under his nose the whole time, no chance to make a move.
Who could it be?!
Every elder and protector of the Fuyi Sect flashed through his mind; each one seemed suspicious!!
Comments section:
“?????????”
“We're supposed to be omniscient, right? When did he take it? I have no idea! (confused)”
“This omniscient POV is failing us!!”
“I went back and skimmed the last two chapters, even read them thoroughly—still can’t figure out how he got it!”
“He must be hacking!”
“What’s going on? @Author! @Author! There’s a bug here!!”
“You guys have no idea, huh? He’s a cultivator—that’s common knowledge, isn’t it? (cheerful laugh)”
“Am I the only one who finds An Yi’s line ‘Don’t be angry; no one will take your place if you get sick’ a bit weird? (chin-stroking) (confused) (pondering)”
“What’s so weird? The author’s just using a meme!”
“......”
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Over the next few days, the Fuyi Sect and the various sects clashed frequently, but they never actually fought.
Finally.
Now, outside the Fuyi Sect’s towering mountain gate, the atmosphere was stretched to a breaking point.
Neither side had made a move; instead, they were locked in a fierce war of words.
The Righteous Alliance was led by Master Hongshen from the Shaolin Temple, Wu Yuanzhong, the sect leader of the Skyward Sect, and Master Sanchun of the Azure Cloud Sect, with a dense crowd of disciples from various sects behind them, a formidable and imposing force.
Master Hongshen's voice boomed like a bell: "An Luyuan! Your Fuyi Sect practices evil arts, slaying fellow martial artists, your crimes are countless, heaven itself cannot forgive you!"
"Today, we righteous people gather here to carry out heaven's will! If you have any sense, cripple your own martial arts and disband your demon sect, and we might let you keep your body in one piece."
An Luyuan stood on the high steps before the mountain gate, with the disciples of Fuyi Sect behind him. Facing the righteous siege, his spirit did not falter; instead, he let out a cold laugh:
"Hahahaha! Such a fine excuse of 'carrying out heaven's will'! Old bald fool Hongshen, Wu Yuanzhong, and you old hag Sanchun! You've long coveted my sect's Heart Erosion Art, why put on such a hypocritical show! Want it? Come and take it! See if my heart-eroding inner force is stronger than your false benevolence!"
Wu Yuanzhong shouted sternly: "Demon! On the brink of death, you still dare to spout nonsense! Your Heart Erosion Art requires harming lives to cultivate—it's the most evil skill in the world! Today, we will thoroughly destroy it to prevent it from poisoning the world further!"
Master Sanchun also spoke coldly: "An Luyuan, your Fuyi Sect has committed countless evil deeds, angering both heaven and men! Today is your day of death!"
An Luyuan retorted: "Destroy it? I think you just want to claim it for yourselves! As for evil deeds? Hmph, you so-called righteous sects, how many dirty deeds have you done behind closed doors? You're nothing but a pack of hypocrites dressed in the cloak of righteousness! If you want to destroy my sect, let's see if you've got the backbone!"
The two sides traded barbs, each exchange was lively and fiery, yet they held back, clearly testing each other and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.