Back when Venerable saved Ye Xunhuan, he mentioned the Two Instruments Sword and the Marquis riddle, and most importantly, Venerable mentioned a person!

That person was Ming Yue.

It was just that he had no idea where Ming Yue actually was; the only thing he knew was that Ming Yue was from Wudang, as for Ming Yue's whereabouts, he was completely in the dark.

He didn't even have a portrait of Ming Yue. Even if Ye Xunhuan wanted to look for him, he had no idea where to start, no idea where to search.

But who would've thought, the old beggar the old dean picked up and brought back to the welfare home would actually turn out to be Ming Yue, the very Ming Yue that Ye Xunhuan wanted to find.

This left Ye Xunhuan's heart a whirl of mixed emotions. The person he'd dreamed of finding was actually in the welfare home all along, and he'd even met him, even almost come to blows with him.

Ming Yue glanced at Qing Mu. "Master, I really didn't expect that after several decades apart, you'd still recognize me at a single glance!"

From Ming Yue's words it wasn't hard to hear that the two not only knew each other, but had known each other for many years; otherwise there wouldn't be that "several decades apart."

Qing Mu said with a bitter smile all over his face, "You're much older than before, and a lot more weathered too."

"Birth, aging, sickness, and death—Heaven's cycle." Ming Yue said lightly. "But you, after decades apart, haven't changed at all."

"You could do the same."

"Letting nature take its course is better." Ming Yue said softly.

As his voice fell, without waiting for Qing Mu to speak, Ming Yue continued, "Master, take a breather. Leave this one to me."

"Then I'll trouble Daoist Ming Yue."

With that, Qing Mu immediately retreated to the side.

Once Qing Mu had stepped back, Ming Yue's gaze fell straight onto Angus. "Little bat, instead of staying put in your Western lands, you run off to Huaxia—are you tired of living?"

"You're Ming Yue?"

"What do you think?"

"The number one man of Wudang from over thirty years ago?" Angus stared at Ming Yue, face solemn. "The Ming Yue who later vanished without a trace, whereabouts unknown?"

Angus did know about Ming Yue. After all, he'd lived for so many years; when it came to famous experts from Huaxia, he knew quite a few.

"It's all just fleeting clouds. Now I'm nothing but an old man with one foot in the grave." Ming Yue said faintly. "But even as an old man, I have the duty to make a move on you and guard this land."

Angus's face darkened. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Ming Yue had been famous for many years, but later, for reasons unknown, he suddenly disappeared. No one knew where he went, leaving many puzzled and confused. Who would've thought that Wudang's former number one would show up here.

Although Angus had never crossed hands with Ming Yue, he knew Ming Yue was not easy to deal with—or rather, extremely difficult to deal with.

Because a senior of the blood clan had once fought Ming Yue and been severely injured by him, needing ten long years to slowly recover.

And that blood clan senior was Angus's own clan-uncle!

So Angus knew of Ming Yue, and knew he was very formidable.

"Kill me? You think you can pull that off?"

"To kill you—don't you think that's like firing a cannon at a mosquito?"

Hearing Ming Yue compare him to a mosquito, Angus's face instantly sank. "Winning a moment's war of words doesn't count for much!"

"Let's see the real stuff under our hands."

As he spoke, Angus slowly brought his hands together, then, like performing a magic trick, slowly drew them apart. A moment later, a blood-red curved blade, as if soaked in fresh blood, slowly materialized in his hands.

"The blood clan's Coagulation Blade Technique—you're not low-ranked." Ming Yue said blandly.

"Cut the crap. Take my blade!"

With that, the blood blade in Angus's hand began to dance. In an instant, the entire area seemed shrouded in a blood-colored storm. One even felt as if the surroundings had turned into a sea of blood, bubbling and churning.

Ming Yue gave a soft snort. "Sword, come!"

Saying that, Ming Yue's right hand stretched out!

"Swish!"

The domineering sword that had been stabbed into the ground began to tremble, as if it had been given life, as if it were being summoned by its master.

The next instant, the sword abruptly tore free from the earth, turning into a bolt of lightning, whistling as it dropped straight into Ming Yue's hand.

This scene happened in a flash, fast beyond belief.

Once Ming Yue gripped the sword, he appeared to swing it out in a completely ordinary slash!

But that seemingly plain slash carried a world-ending force; the air above seemed to be carved open by him, leaving a massive crack!

The fierce Sword Qi turned into an invisible wave, slamming hard into the blood light. With a dull boom, the blood glow was completely shattered, yet that invisible wave did not weaken in the least, still surging toward Angus like a bamboo splitting through.

This sudden change made Angus's expression shift; he hurriedly raised the blood blade in his hand and chopped down again!

"Crack!"

With one chop, the blood blade in Angus's hand seemed to be infinitely extended, hacking heavily onto that wave, producing a deafening sound as it shattered the wave.

And just then, Ming Yue swung his sword again.

This sword looked slow and ordinary, but in truth it was as fast as a thunderclap, and it was filled with an incomparably overbearing power.

"Swish!"

The sword light howled toward Angus like a hurricane sweeping across the earth. That terrifying sword glow was like the radiance cleaved out by a divine weapon in the hands of a god, carrying an aura no one could resist as it descended upon Angus.

Seeing this, Angus's face changed drastically, and he roared, "Blood Shield!"

As he spoke, Angus viciously stabbed the blood blade in his hand into the ground.

"Crack!"

The blood blade sank into the earth without suspense. Then it changed form, directly turning into a shield like those held by soldiers on ancient battlefields, towering like a mountain, guarding him from the front!

"Boom!"

A tremendous dull boom rang out again. A terrifying surge of air swept out in all directions. Then Angus's whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, completely out of control, and crashed heavily to the ground!

"Pff!"

Angus spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His skin had already been pale, but now his face looked even worse.

The moment Angus slammed into the ground, the sword in Ming Yue's hand swept out once more.

The ferocious Sword Qi tore the air apart, even seeming as though it would rip open this section of space itself, exposing a black hole, as it rushed straight toward Angus.

Angus's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and he moved to dodge.

Though Angus dodged quickly, he was still just a fraction too late!

"Pff!"

The razor-sharp Sword Qi, like a keen knife, directly severed Angus's right arm.