ebonymovies Chapter 74 The Third Rule of the Martial Clan
Chapter 74 The Third Rule of the Martial Clan
"Arrogant!"
Xuan Tong finally couldn't hold back any longer. He suddenly stood up, pointed at Ma Cong on the stage, and shouted angrily.
"Ma Cong! Stop distorting the truth and spouting nonsense! The Yi Jin Jing and Xi Sui Jing are rightfully ours, belonging to Shaolin. You seized them by trickery and plunder, and yet you dare to spout such blatant lies!"
"Exactly!" Xuan Neng chimed in, "You attacked my Shaolin Temple without cause, severely injuring my disciples. Such wicked behavior deserves to be punished by everyone! And you still dare to shout here today? Do you really think there's no one left in the martial arts world?"
The two Nascent Soul Immortals launched their attacks simultaneously, their momentum fierce, seemingly ready to fight on the spot.
The martial artists below the stage immediately fell silent, retreating hastily for fear of being caught in the crossfire.
No one expected that the founding ceremony of the Martial Sect would turn into a direct confrontation with Shaolin.
On the high platform, Ma Cong looked at the two furious men, but a mocking smile appeared on his face.
"Something from Shaolin?"
He asked a question in return, not loudly, but everyone could hear him clearly.
"Let me ask you, before Bodhidharma came to China, was there a Shaolin Temple?"
Xuan Tong was taken aback, and subconsciously replied, "Bodhidharma crossed the Yangtze River on a reed and meditated facing a wall on Mount Song for nine years before he founded the Shaolin lineage."
"Well said." Ma Cong nodded. "Before Bodhidharma arrived, where was your Shaolin Temple? And where were the Yi Jin Jing and Xi Sui Jing?"
"This..." Xuan Tong was speechless.
"I'll answer for you," Ma Cong's voice turned cold. "These two martial arts manuals were originally left behind by a senior Taoist master in the Central Plains. Your Bodhidharma found them by chance, which led to the later Shaolin Temple. You treasured what you found, and now that the original owner's descendants have presented the true inheritance, you accuse them of stealing. Is there anything more shameless in the world?"
"You...you're talking nonsense! You're just spouting nonsense!" Xuan Neng retorted, his face flushed red.
"Is it just talk?" Ma Cong laughed.
He turned to the old Celestial Master below the stage, "Celestial Master, do you still have that Longhu Mountain scripture you took out at Shaolin Temple that day?"
The old master chuckled, took out a yellowed ancient book from his sleeve, and casually tossed it to the old patriarch of Wudang beside him.
"Everyone can pass it around and see how it's recorded. Surely the books in my Longhu Mountain collection aren't forgeries?"
The Wudang patriarch took the ancient book, scanned it with his divine sense, nodded, and then passed it on to the old monster of Kunlun.
As the book was passed around, the expressions of the sect leaders and elders present all became strange.
The records in the classics are clear and exactly the same as what Ma Cong said.
For a moment, all the gazes directed at Xuan Tong and Xuan Neng were filled with disdain and contempt.
After all that, it turns out the thief was crying "stop thief!"
The Shaolin Temple has completely lost face today, a disgrace it has maintained for a thousand years.
Xuan Tong and Xuan Neng felt their faces burning with embarrassment, wishing they could disappear into the ground. They never expected that Ma Cong and the Old Celestial Master had such a trump card, bringing evidence with them.
"Fine, fine, fine!" Xuan Tong trembled with rage. "Even if the origin of the martial arts technique is disputed, the fact remains that you, Ma Cong, injured my Shaolin monks! Shaolin will remember this debt!"
After uttering a harsh remark, the two could no longer stay. They pushed through the crowd and slunk away, preparing to leave.
"Wait a moment."
Ma Cong's voice came from behind them.
Did I tell you to leave?
The two stopped in their tracks, turned around abruptly, their eyes filled with shock and anger.
"Ma Cong, what else do you want?"
Ma Cong leaped down from the platform and landed steadily in front of the two of them.
"I haven't finished explaining the third rule of my Martial Sect yet."
He looked at the two of them, and at everyone present, and spoke, word by word.
The third rule: Debts must be repaid.
"Debts must be repaid, and murderers must pay with their lives; this is a matter of course."
"The Shaolin Temple injured my Martial Sect's chief steward and destroyed his dantian. I've said it before, I will personally collect this debt."
"And you two," his gaze fell on Xuan Tong and Xuan Neng, "as accomplices, now that you're here today, it wouldn't be right if you didn't leave something behind, would it?"
Before he finished speaking, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from Ma Cong.
Platinum-gold energy, like burning flames, rose around him.
Xuan Tong and Xuan Neng felt an immense pressure, like a mountain, pressing down on them, making it difficult to even breathe.
"Ma Cong! How dare you!" Xuan Tong was both shocked and furious. "This is Longhu Mountain! In front of all our fellow cultivators, you dare to harm us?"
"You'll see if I dare."
Ma Cong was too lazy to waste any more words with them. In a flash, he appeared in front of Xuan Neng and threw a simple punch.
Xuan Neng was shocked. He had witnessed the power of Ma Cong's fist and dared not take it head-on. He quickly gathered all his strength and crossed his arms to protect his chest.
boom!
A muffled thud.
Xuan Neng flew backwards for more than ten meters like a kite with a broken string, the bones in his arms making a teeth-grinding cracking sound.
One punch, and he crippled the arms of a Nascent Soul Immortal!
The entire audience gasped.
Everyone was stunned by Ma Cong's ruthlessness and decisiveness.
They acted immediately, without the slightest hesitation!
"Senior brother!"
Xuan Tong's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He roared and unleashed a "Tiger-Taming Arhat Fist" that slammed into Ma Cong's back.
Ma Cong didn't even turn his head, and struck out with a backhand.
The palm strike was fierce, striking first despite being delayed.
Snapped!
A crisp slap.
Before Xuan Tong's fist could even reach Ma Cong, he was slapped so hard that he spun around three times, half of his cheek swollen up, and several bloody teeth flew out.
"you……"
Xuan Tong was both ashamed and angry, and was about to say something more.
Ma Cong's figure was already close like a ghost, and with a hand chop, he accurately struck his dantian.
"puff!"
Xuan Tong was struck dumb, coughing up a mouthful of blood. He collapsed to the ground, his cultivation at the Earth Immortal level rapidly diminishing at a visible speed.
It's ruined!
Another immortal cultivator who had reached the Core Formation stage has been crippled!
In just a few breaths, the two abbots of Shaolin Temple had their arms crippled and their dantian destroyed, respectively.
The entire square was deathly silent.
Everyone looked at Ma Cong as if he were a monster.
ruthless!
Too bad!
This isn't just a slap in the face; it's tearing Shaolin's face off, throwing it on the ground, and stomping on it several times.
After Ma Cong finished all this, it was as if he had only done a trivial little thing.
He walked up to the few Shaolin disciples who were already terrified and pointed at Xuan Tong and Xuan Neng, who lay on the ground like dead dogs.
"Take them both back and tell Xuan Kong."
"Wash your neck clean and wait for me."
Those Shaolin disciples dared not utter a single word of dissent. They hurriedly helped the two chief disciples up and scrambled away from Longhu Mountain.
The atmosphere only eased slightly after their figures disappeared down the mountain.
Ma Cong stepped back onto the platform, looked around, and said loudly:
"That concludes my three rules for the Martial Sect."
"From this day forward, the gates of my Martial Sect will stand on Mount Tai. All who wish to join my sect may proceed there."
"I, Ma Cong, await your arrival at Mount Tai!"
After speaking, he cupped his hands in greeting to the old celestial master and others below the stage, and then his figure soared into the sky, transforming into a golden streak of light and disappearing into the horizon.
The first thing he wanted to do was to go to the top of Mount Tai and fetch the "rootless water".
Only a group of martial artists remained in the square, their minds shaken and unable to calm down for a long time.
They knew that from this day forward, the martial arts world of Hualong Kingdom was about to undergo a dramatic change.
A colossal entity called "Martial Sect" announced its arrival with an incomparably powerful and domineering demeanor.
Behind it lies a trail of corpses and enemies, and a path of rise destined to unleash bloodshed.