Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

Chapter 78 Tingyun Tower, Fairy Baiyun

Three months have passed, and people are still flocking to Shaolin Temple. Many young heroes from major sects who are new to the martial arts world are preparing to participate in the "Dragon and Tiger Ranking" on the fifteenth of August.

Seeing this, Zhu Meng, the local tyrant of Luoyang and the master of the Lion Hall, had no choice but to restrain his followers to prevent them from offending the disciples of a major sect.

His intentions were good, but with so many people under him, who were used to living a domineering life in the shallow streets, they were all filled with resentment when he suddenly stopped.

Yang Jian was the most prominent among them.

Inside Tingyun Tower, Yang Jian occupied a private room and poured out his grievances to several close brothers. "I've heard Zhu Meng say how powerful he is, that he's not inferior even to experts on the Weapon Ranking."

Now that heroes from all over the land have gathered at Shaoshi Mountain, he's turned into a coward, spending his days advising us not to provoke this or that. It's truly frustrating!

"Who says otherwise? And there's that guy from the north called 'Wei Wu.' I used to hear news about him every few days, but now that the Dragon and Tiger Ranking is so lively, with people challenging him every day, he's hiding himself better than anyone else."

They even said something about "first eliminating Shaolin"... Haha, what a load of bull, but they've kept their true intentions hidden.

It's clear that their reputations are undeserved; most of their so-called achievements were fabricated. They've piggybacked on someone's name, boasting about their prowess, but when it comes to real action, they cower in fear.

Clearly, this person didn't want to talk about their own leader behind his back, so they simply picked a recent hot topic to change the subject.

This made some people unhappy.

Yang Jian was one of them. He set up this meeting to unite a few people to fight Zhu Meng, but before he could even get started, the topic was changed.

That won't do!

Secondly, she was a beautiful woman.

The woman was wearing a pale yellow dress with a neckline close to her neck. The top was tight, and the cuffs were bound to her wrists with a pair of silver rings. Her waist was not slender, but it was not bulky either, making her look particularly strong. The long skirt below her waist was fitted, but she walked with a brisk pace, and a corner of the skirt swung open, revealing a pair of bright-colored boots.

Most importantly, this woman was carrying a sword!

The woman held a sword with a tassel like flowing snowflakes and a scabbard as white as clouds, its patterns resembling clouds.

This person was one of the people Zhu Meng had mentioned as untouchable—

Ding Baiyun, the "White Cloud Fairy" of the Ding family!

News of Shaolin's convening of the Dragon and Tiger Ranking spread throughout the country, and even the Ding family, one of the three great families in the north, sent Ding Chengfeng.

But what made him famous even faster than his martial arts skills was his beautiful younger sister.

However, Ding Baiyun was no delicate young lady. Her swordsmanship was fast, accurate, and ruthless. As soon as she drew her sword, she beheaded Bashan Hu, who was known for "punching six routes in Shandong and kicking three islands in the East China Sea".

Afterwards, several other experts, relying on their considerable strength, came to her under the guise of seeking "justice," but they also lost their lives. In private, some people called her the White Cloud Witch.

Knowing her ruthlessness, Yang Jian dared not show the slightest displeasure. He quickly stood up and forced a smile, saying, "So it's the 'White Cloud Fairy' in person. We brothers were drinking here and had a few too many drinks. We don't know what we said that offended the fairy, causing her to kick the door open and enter?"

He cursed the manager and waiter of Tingyunlou in his heart. They had kicked the door open and come in, but they didn't even show their heads. Were they all dead?

Ding Baiyun exhaled a breath of cold air. "Drunken talk?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's all drunken talk." Yang Jian quickly nodded.

Ding Baiyun, however, placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Since you speak the truth when you're drunk, then you're even less likely to live!"

A flash of gleaming sword light appeared, and the two people near the door were already decapitated. Their heads, which had rolled onto the table, still held a hint of ingratiation, their eyes filled with resentment. When they suddenly saw blood gushing from their necks, a flicker of confusion crossed their eyes, before they froze in that moment, their faces as dull as death.

The man who spoke of Wei Wu immediately overturned the table, using the momentum to block his view. He followed closely behind the table, speaking as if trying to distract Ding Baiyun: "What business is it of yours with Wei Wu? Are you his lover, unable to bear hearing a single bad word about him… Ugh!"

Before the man could finish speaking, he and the table were split in two by Ding Baiyun.

Before he died, Ding Baiyun coldly said, "You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth; you're clearly drunk!"

Yang Jian was so frightened that he was about to jump out of the window to escape.

Suddenly, a soft laugh rang in my ears, "Since you're already here, why the rush to leave?"

A hand grabbed his neck, easily blocking his escape route, and threw him to the ground, landing right in the middle of the unfortunate man who had been split in two, his intestines wrapped around his neck.

A strong stench of blood assaulted his nostrils, and Yang Jian froze, his bloodshot eyes turning red as he stared intently at the man who had suddenly appeared in the room.

"You, you..."

His teeth were chattering, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Ding Baiyun became even more vigilant—she was standing right at the door, yet she hadn't noticed when this person had entered the room!

"If this person harbors ill intentions towards me, I fear things will not end well today..."

Ding Baiyun pondered to himself, his face showing no sign of hostility. Instead, he smiled, gripped the sword hilt in reverse, and let the tip hang down. Seeing that the other party looked quite young, he cupped his hands and asked, "I am Ding Baiyun from Ding Family Village. May I ask why you are helping me, brother?"

This person was naturally Wei Wu.

He and his companions, Hua Baifeng, Lin Xian'er, and Lin Lingling, rented a small courtyard and have been living there ever since.

Although they are taken care of in terms of food, clothing, shelter and transportation, they still can't resist going out to try some delicious food.

Before he could even touch his chopsticks, he heard the "shameless boasting" from the next private room, followed by Ding Baiyun's disruptive voice. Out of curiosity, he naturally came over to watch the drama unfold.

As for bringing Yang Jian back...

Since we're already here, this is just a small thing to do.

One doesn't hit a smiling face, especially when the other party is standing up for "Wei Wu," so Wei Wu naturally replied with a smile:

"I heard these people talking about me, so I came over to see if they felt hopeless about turning their lives around and wanted to take a shortcut to start a new account."

"I never expected to see you step in, young lady. Thank you very much."

Ding Baiyun's eyes lit up immediately, and she asked in surprise and delight, "You're Wei Wu?"

She glanced at Wei Wu's face and immediately nodded, saying, "Everyone says Wei Wu is a handsome man, and you are the most handsome man I have ever seen. So you must be Wei Wu."

There was no real logic to what he said, but Wei Wu's lips curled up slightly as he listened, and he couldn't help but nod in agreement.

The next moment, Ding Baiyun immediately pointed his sword at Wei Wu and said, "I've come to challenge you!"

"A challenge to me?"

With a flick of his finger, Wei Wu deflected the sword from Ding Baiyun's hand. The fine sword shattered into several pieces, which fell to the ground like snowflakes.

"ah!"

Ding Baiyun was startled, her beautiful face showing astonishment, then she asked in confusion, "With such strong martial arts skills, why don't you participate in the Dragon and Tiger Ranking?"

"I'm waiting."

"wait?"

"Wait for them to finalize the list."