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The masters from the six major sects looked at each other in bewilderment. How did a so-called legend of immortals suddenly appear, followed by a selection process for the position of leader of the Ming Cult?

"Cunning and shameless!"

"The White-browed Eagle King's move was too ruthless."

The two elders of the Huashan Sect, dressed in Red Cross gowns, whispered to each other without lowering their voices, which immediately drew the approval of a group of people.

They must have seen how capable that young girl was and wanted to bring her over to save the day.

Even Wei Yixiao, the Green-Winged Bat King, lowered his voice and leaned close to the White-Browed Eagle King: "Is there really such a saying?"

Based on years of experience, White-browed Eagle King would never lie; the old man has a sense of shame.

But then again, if the six major sects were to wipe them out, who knows what kind of fabrications they would make up after they came down the mountain.

"Of course!" White-browed Eagle King exclaimed, his beard bristling and eyes wide.

He used to take it as just a story, but now... he'd rather believe it exists than not.

Otherwise, how can we explain how Xiao Zhao, after only a short time away, suddenly transformed from a mediocre female thief into a peerless master? Abbess Miejue, wielding the Heaven-Slaying Sword, is not so easy to deal with.

Showing off your power requires resources.

"So this is what it feels like." Xiao Zhao hummed, enjoying the feeling for a while, then her eyes darted around. "It's not that I can't be the leader, but..."

Her ears suddenly twitched, her expression changed, and she pouted.

“Young master, I was just saying~, what’s the point of killing with them? I’d definitely rather follow you.”

"Young Master?" Everyone turned their heads again, but they didn't see anyone.

"Stop worshipping me, I don't have time to help you," Xiao Zhao said. "Besides, the young master said that although there are many hypocrites in the righteous sects, they are still much better than you villains. The Green-Winged Bat King sucks human blood and is no different from a monster. The White-Browed Eagle King's children are also top-notch. The tragic situation of the Seven Heroes of Wudang was all caused by your daughter. And the Left Envoy Yang Xiao raped a female disciple... The Six Major Sects cover up their bad deeds, but you Ming Cult kill and set fires without feeling ashamed but instead taking pride in it. You all deserve to die."

Even with his teeth knocked out, Extinction couldn't help but nod; that made sense.

"Hey, why are you nodding like that!" Xiao Zhao said, annoyed. "Do you even know whose sword this is?"

Extinction: "..."

This little girl has a face like a dog's; if you agree with her, you'll get scolded. If you weren't outmatched, you would have already rushed at her.

"Young master, what else? Oh, shall I begin killing?" She eagerly drew her sword.

Everyone: "..."

"Amitabha." The Shaolin monk clasped his hands together. "Thank you, young lady, and the young master behind you for your righteousness in eliminating evil and protecting the righteous path."

Xiao Zhao: "Young Master said you guys are all fools. Someone deliberately stirred up conflict in the martial arts world, and you just happened to fall for it."

The high monk: "..."

The little girl didn't give him any face at all.

"The young master also said that the monk should go back and chant the scriptures properly, otherwise he would go to Buddha and Bodhisattva to report him to Buddha."

"Huh?"*N
You're getting more and more absurd.

Xiao Zhao proudly raised her chin; she had really enjoyed her scolding today.

Although, given her personality, once she chooses someone to serve as her master, she will be devoted and obedient, the feeling of being bossy is quite enjoyable.

Besides, the young master already told her to be a little arrogant; if she were timid and hesitant, she would be embarrassing him.

"The White-browed Eagle King said she found a path to immortality, and she really thinks she's become an immortal." Song Qingshu sneered. "Father, our six major sects are of one mind and have already gained the upper hand. How can we be stopped because of her? I think she's just here to stir up trouble and try to save the Ming Cult villains!"

“That’s right!” the others nodded in agreement.

Xiao Zhao turned around curiously and looked around: "Huh, why isn't Young Master Zhang here?"

Before she came, the young master said he could help Zhang Wuji unify the Ming Cult, and that she could do whatever she wanted.

Xiao Zhao has now gone around in circles, but she hasn't seen Zhang Wuji.

“Young lady, since you are neither a member of the Demonic Sect nor aligned with the Six Major Sects, please step aside,” a monk said. “Please do not obstruct our efforts to slay the demons.”

"Whatever you want." She walked to the side, sword in hand.

Suddenly, Miejue lunged at Xiao Zhao, her target the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword in her hand.

"Zhiruo, do it!"

A strong gust of wind swept from behind, and Xiao Zhao was caught in a pincer attack. She jumped up, as light as a swallow.

Upon seeing this, the Green-Winged Bat King's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed repeatedly, "What exquisite lightness skill!"

It was just a simple vertical jump, but his feet seemed to be floating on clouds.

Some people can jump high, some can leap far, but certainly no one can float upwards as lightly as the woman in red in front of you, and hover directly in the air.

Seeing this, Zhou Zhiruo and Miejue also stomped their feet and jumped up, trying to give chase.

Xiao Zhao didn't use any leverage, and her body just hovered in the air to dodge.

When everyone saw that she could move up and down, left and right after hovering, they were immediately amazed.

Is this still considered light-footed skill?

Even some people who had previously disbelieved what the White-browed Eagle King said now believed that there were immortals in the mountains.

"I fought back!" Xiao Zhao drew her sword.

The sword light resembled a golden-scaled dragon, twisting on the sword before leaping out another ten feet long.

Even Abbess Miejue, who frequently used the divine sword, couldn't help but widen her eyes upon seeing this. Was this still the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword that she used so often before?

"Zhiruo, retreat quickly!"

Extinction hastily retreated, but Zhou Zhiruo, whose skill was even worse, was a step slower. Seeing the sword delivered to her, she subconsciously closed her eyes, but she did not die as she had imagined.

Zhou Zhiruo opened her eyes and saw Xiao Zhao gently patting her face with the scabbard of her sword.

"You're so pretty, maybe the young master will think you look like his wife," Xiao Zhao pouted.

She spun around once, gripping the sword in her left hand.

Boom boom boom!
The mountainside shook violently.

……

"I'm not the kind of person who gets lustful at first sight."

Bright Summit, at the foot of the mountain.

Tan Wenjie was very displeased with Xiao Zhao's slander.

He walks upright and sits righteously; mere beauty is nothing but a beautiful skeleton.

"Scholar, what do you do?"

Ahead was a group of people, led by the white-clad gentleman who had been disguised as a man, whom they had met some time ago.

Beside him were two old men, one holding a pen and the other leaning on a cane.

Further behind was a group of Yuan soldiers.

The soldiers in the army would definitely crush the martial arts masters.

"He doesn't have any internal energy, so he probably isn't a martial artist."

"The six major sects besieged Bright Peak, and all their experts were deployed. If he were an ordinary person, he would have hidden himself long ago. Perhaps this person is extremely skilled at disguise." The white-robed young man shook his head. "Kill him."

She's always been cautious in her actions.

It is better to kill the wrong person than to let him go.

One of the men drew his sword and stepped forward, preparing to attack Tan Wenjie.

"Wait," the white-robed young man suddenly called out, "We have no grudge against them, let's just forget about it."

She tugged at the reins and said to Tan Wenjie, "We will never kill innocent people indiscriminately. You should also be careful."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

He doesn't believe it just because he smells poison.

The mere poison had no effect on him whatsoever, and he simply watched the other party quietly.

Seeing that Tan Wenjie was still standing there without moving, the white-robed young man who had just said he was going to leave was now sweating profusely.

"Hehehe..."

She slowly backed away, ensuring that she maintained a safe distance from Tan Wenjie.

Not only her, but the two experts beside her reacted in much the same way.

"Is there a mistake?" she asked in a low voice.

“Princess, there’s absolutely no way we could be wrong. The wind was blowing with us just now; he must have smelled the Ten Fragrance Softening Powder.” “Why didn’t he react?”

"This idea is tricky, let's retreat."

No one in the world can withstand the Ten Fragrance Softening Powder. If you're unlucky enough to encounter it, you might be able to turn around and run for your life. A wise man doesn't stand under a dangerous wall, and neither do women.

She cupped her hands in a respectful gesture and said, "I just remembered I have something to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."

"call--"

A gust of wind blew in, and instantly people and horses were knocked over.

She exclaimed in alarm, "Oh no, it's the Ten Fragrant Tendon-Softening Powder!"

The mission failed before it even began, so it seems there must have been something strange about that gust of wind just now; it must have been the work of the other side.

What kind of supernatural power can control the wind? I've never heard of such a martial art in the martial arts world.

Then she saw Tan Wenjie stride toward her, with two experts beside him reaching into their clothes as if looking for an antidote, but he didn't seem to care at all.

The hand reached out and lifted her up.

She was terrified: "W-what do you want to do!"

Tan Wenjie replied, "To rob someone of their virtue."

"what--?!"

"What do you mean, 'huh'? Dream on." Tan Wenjie shook his head.

Countless people want to get into his bed; it all depends on luck. If you manage to latch onto his leg, you've secured a destiny with the gods.

He casually tossed the person aside and then swept the road smooth with a flick of his sleeve.

Whether it was warhorses, soldiers, or other odds and ends, they all flew up and piled up uncontrollably like garbage.

Everyone, including the woman disguised as a man, just stared at each other blankly.

Tan Wenjie continued to wait quietly.

Alchemy requires the right timing and location, and the little zombie is still a bit short of the mark. However, as an immortal with good fortune, he has better luck.

After calculating the location, by taking advantage of the terrain and accumulating merit, one will surely be able to refine some high-grade elixirs.

Xiao Zhao seemed bored after waiting here for a long time, so he sent her to Bright Summit to watch the excitement. However, he didn't expect to run into Zhao Min at the foot of the mountain.

When the time came, the sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds.

A pill furnace appeared in front of Tan Wenjie. This was a pill furnace that the little zombie had spent hundreds of years crafting by hand. During this time, the little zombie had broken many furnaces, and gradually developed a good skill in crafting pill furnaces.

Flames leaped out of the alchemy furnace, the fire energy transformed into a dragon, twisted its body, and then burrowed back into the furnace.

In the roadside bushes, Zhao Min and the others stared wide-eyed at the celestial phenomena converging, watching Tan Wenjie manipulate the alchemy furnace.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance wafted out.

After smelling it, the group felt light and comfortable, and even the poison from the Ten Fragrance Softening Powder was relieved.

Thinking of the Ten Fragrant Tendon-Softening Powder, everyone quickly searched for the antidote to detoxify themselves.

Zhao Min was the only one who was thrown not far from Tan Wenjie. She happened to be without the antidote on her, so she could only watch helplessly as her men quietly left after being detoxified.

Just kidding, even if they were incredibly bold, they wouldn't dare to go against the gods.

Who has ever seen a "master" pull out a furnace bigger than two people from behind his back? Who has ever seen the world change color, or wave his sleeve and hundreds of people fly into the air?

They retreated silently.

As for Princess Zhao Min, they pretended not to see her.

"Only eight pills were made." Tan Wenjie glanced at the pills with some regret.

A pill that can fully restore one's condition is equivalent to extending one's endurance.

It's barely enough, but if I were to refine pills with my current skill level, it would be a waste even if I ruined my merit.

He planned to abduct the Taoist priests guarding the furnaces at Flaming Mountain and have them help him refine pills. In five hundred years, by the time he went on his journey to the West to obtain the scriptures, he could produce at least five batches of pills.

That's enough for him to wreak havoc in the Heavenly Palace several times over.

After putting away the alchemy furnace, Tan Wenjie turned around and found Zhao Min sitting on the ground looking at him.

Tan Wenjie asked, "Why didn't you leave?"

"Are you a deity?" she blinked and asked back. "I want to ask for an elixir of immortality."

Unifying the country and achieving great feats are nothing compared to immortality and cultivating immortality.

"I'm a god, not a fool. You think I'll just give it to you because you want it?" Tan Wenjie scoffed and turned to leave.

He wanted to go back and casually teach Xiao Zhao how to cultivate Qi and immortality, then continue traveling through time and space until a hundred years later, or perhaps two hundred years later.

Time travel is too unstable.

It depends on your luck.

If we can find the ability to precisely travel through time in the future, this problem can be solved.

Zhao Min shouted, "Hey! I've been poisoned! I'm just a weak woman, you can't just leave me here on the side of the road!"

She remembered Tan Wenjie; she had seen him with a beautiful woman before.

However, Tan Wenjie left without looking back, showing no respect whatsoever.

Zhao Min was about to stand up when she realized she had already been cured of the poison. The reason she didn't leave was that she wanted to follow the "immortal" to see if it was real or not.

Suddenly, footsteps came again, and she immediately remained still.

"I knew you gods were all kind-hearted." Zhao Min smiled sweetly and blinked her big eyes at Tan Wenjie.

Tan Wenjie squatted down and swept the spot where he had just placed the alchemy furnace.

He muttered to himself, "I forgot about the dregs of the medicine; you almost got the better deal."

Zhao Min: “…”

After Tan Wenjie left again, she stood up, her face flushed with anger, and stomped her foot furiously: "Who would steal your medicine dregs!"

But then again, would eating the dregs of a deity's medicine bring blessings, longevity, and eternal youth?

A sudden burst of galloping hooves came from Zhao Min's subordinates who had heard her voice.

They guessed that Tan Wenjie must have already left, which is why the princess dared to speak.

When they arrived, they found her in a fit of rage.

"The princess!"

"Wait at the foot of the mountain, capture the six major sects first!" Zhao Min said with a cold snort, "Then go and wipe out Shaolin and Wudang!"

She's very popular right now.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Min said again, "Have someone investigate whether there are any immortals near Kunlun Mountain."

"Yes!"

Gods, who wouldn't be interested?

Moreover, conquering a martial arts master is clearly not as interesting as conquering a deity, if one can get the other to act according to one's wishes.

A slight smile played on her lips, but the thought made her toes curl involuntarily.

So interesting.

The words are divided into two parts.

On the other side, at Bright Summit.

Zhang Wuji sat in the secret room, his face pale and ashen.

He couldn't remember how long he had been locked up here. He couldn't understand the dense writing on the walls, and the stone door was too heavy to push open.

No one noticed that anyone was there from beginning to end.

Zhang Wuji's lips turned pale: "I'm so hungry."

He saw double vision and his consciousness was fading.

at last.

"Boom" sound.

The person fainted from hunger. (End of Chapter)