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Chapter 370: Chapter 370: Ding Ling’s Biography Passed Down Through the Ages

Ding Ling, in a fit of anger,

stormed into Shaolin Temple.

Is there anyone at Shaolin Temple who can withstand his Lion’s Roar?

Who can withstand his Drumming Golden Hammer?

The senior monks shivered.

Dared not be negligent.

After returning to Shaolin Temple,

they immediately gathered the senior monks and explained the matter thoroughly and meticulously.

The senior monks couldn’t believe it.

But some monks who personally witnessed Ding Ling’s immense power at the Mount Songh Sect couldn’t help but say:

”When Ding Ling swings that Drumming Golden Hammer, it is akin to a mountain collapse, a meteor falling from the sky, with unfathomable might! The Eighteen Arhats, each extraordinarily strong, were all easily hammered to death using the Eighteen Arhats Array. If everyone in our Shaolin Temple charges together, we would likely be easily hammered to death as well.

According to reliable information,

before encountering Li Yuanba, Ding Ling apparently did not know the Nine Heavens Thunder Hammer Technique.

It was after killing Li Yuanba, obtaining the secret manual from Li Yuanba’s possession, that he learned the Nine Heavens Thunder Hammer Technique.

Think about it.

How long did it take for him to master and perfect the Nine Heavens Thunder Hammer Technique?!”

Everyone thought carefully.

Each was horrified, sitting as if on pins and needles.

”Now you should believe what Fang Ku said. Ding Ling’s talent cannot be evaluated by ordinary standards. We were indeed too impulsive before.

It’s possible to plot against Dongfang Bubai.

But plotting against Ding Ling is absolutely unfeasible.

Because his Martial Arts and talent have reached the level of immortal gods, which is beyond our imagination as mere mortals!”

The senior monks looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

Subsequently, regarding Ding Ling,

they deliberated for a full two hours.

Finally, they unanimously decided to revoke the order for his capture.

And to seal the mountain gates.

Before Ding Ling shatters the void, they decided not to engage with the worldly realm, to avoid being targeted and struck down by Ding Ling.

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No smoke without fire.

Where there are players, there are no secrets.

As the martial arts holy land in the eyes of players, Shaolin Temple naturally attracted a gathering of players!

Thus,

the events at Shaolin Temple quickly spread throughout the land.

The title of Ding Ling as the ’World’s Number One Martial God’ was known to countless people in no time.

In the martial world.

Those who didn’t know of Ding Ling’s name were regarded as outdated!

When some asked a martial arts comrade on the long street, ’Who is Ding Ling anyway?’

They were often questioned in astonishment, ’How could you not know Ding Ling? Have you just come out of the mountains?!’

Thus it can be seen.

Ding Ling’s current popularity.

It wouldn’t be an overstatement to say it’s soaring high as the sun.

The natives were astonished by Ding Ling’s great deeds.

Players were even more shocked that the ancient Shaolin Temple, renowned for thousands of years, was overturned by Ding Ling, to the extent that they dared not face him, and urgently closed the mountain gates overnight, refusing to receive guests.

How afraid they were of Ding Ling?

”Ding Ling is too defying of the heavens. Truly a model for us!”

”I heard that at the foot of Mount Songh, with a single roar, he silenced a highly attained monk from Shaolin Temple, making him yield obediently and allow Ding Ling passage.”

”This isn’t the scariest part. I heard Ding Ling single-handedly, with just a hammer, not only overthrew the entire Mount Songh Sect but also killed the famous Eighteen Golden Body Arhats!”

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This day.

Ding Ling and his group arrived at an inn not far from the foot of Huashan.

While resting here,

Ding Ling heard some natives passionately discussing, surprisingly all about his own affairs.

Especially a storyteller among them, who, after taking a sip of tea, began seriously narrating Ding Ling’s story:

”It is said that Ding Ling’s first stop after shattering the void was just outside Fuzhou City...”

Somehow, this storyteller had received news about Ding Ling.

He recounted Ding Ling’s events of killing Yu Renyan, severely wounding Yu Canghai, slapping Tian Boguang, intimidating the Thirteen Grand Protectors, and so forth, in a thrilling, passionate rhythm!

There were quite a few listeners.

When reaching exciting points, they couldn’t help but cheer loudly, throwing out considerable amounts of gold and silver.

Every time at this moment, the storyteller would beam, thank them, give a dry cough, and continue his narration.

Qu Feiyan, watching and listening, couldn’t help but beam with joy as well, tossing out some gold and silver; barely had the storyteller thanked her when a player interjected:

”Hahaha, Uncle Zhang. Hero Ding is right across from you, and yet you have eyes but fail to recognize Mount Tai, speaking so boldly in front of the true Buddha!”

The storyteller was startled:

”Where is Hero Ding?”

The player pointed towards Ding Ling’s direction.

The storyteller scrutinized for a moment, his face changing drastically, then immediately came down, respectfully paying great courtesy to Ding Ling, and said:

”We storytellers, making a living with our tales, inevitably add some artistic elements, hoping Hero Ding would not take offense.”

”No problem.”

Ding Ling smiled gently:

”I think you narrated it quite well.”

Being pointed out,

Ding Ling saw the storyteller becoming overly cautious,

so he decided not to stay any longer.

After paying the tab,

he took Qu Feiyan and others up to Huashan.

The storyteller saw them off to the door,

and after Ding Ling was truly gone, he couldn’t help feeling somewhat dazed:

”Just now, did I really meet Hero Ding and even converse with him?!”

”Isn’t that right, Uncle Zhang?”

The player laughed heartily:

”How is it? Doesn’t it feel quite an honor?”

”Indeed, indeed.”

The storyteller Uncle Zhang chuckled:

”Hero Ding is truly a legendary hero. I make money by telling stories about him, yet he didn’t mind. Such a broad mind and spirit is incomparable to ordinary people. Remarkable, remarkable. From now on, this old man must say more good things about Hero Ding.”

Uncle Zhang indeed did as he said.

He praised Ding Ling as an unparalleled genius, a peerless hero, and wrote numerous novels about Ding Ling’s stories.

A hundred years later,

A Wuxia book ”Ding Ling’s Biography” was published, becoming a hit across Jiuzhou, loved by countless nobles and royals, and thus survived for hundreds, even thousands of years.

In the era of modern civilization, this ”Ding Ling’s Biography,” became a great classic!

Several movie and TV directors made films of his stories.

Moreover, the ”Ding Ling’s Biography” was so passionate and legendary that its film adaptations became major hits, to the point that even a three-year-old child knew Ding Ling’s story!

Its popularity was evident.

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Of course,

Ding Ling certainly couldn’t know these things now.

He couldn’t imagine what might happen in this world hundreds or thousands of years later.

He is currently ascending the mountain.

And it was none other than the second disciple of the Huashan Sect Leader, Laudeno, who received him.

Ding Ling immediately recognized this figure, different from when they first met as a middle-aged man.

The first time they met,

he was a mediocre, hunchbacked old man.

Upon seeing him again,

his age was still on the older side, yet he possessed a graceful demeanor, with an impressive and spirited presence.