I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

"The supreme master of the martial arts world wields the Dragon-Slaying Saber, commanding the entire realm, none dare disobey."

"Without the Heaven-Slaying Sword, who can rival it?"

The secret that Xie Xun had struggled to unravel for twenty years was finally solved. Even Cheng Kun had been captured. As long as he returned to the Central Plains, he could immediately avenge his great enemy.

The joyous news came so suddenly that he kept repeating those two sentences over and over, as if he had aged ten years. It was as if the motivation that had been supporting him to live had vanished in an instant.

"Wuji, I promise you that I will return to the Central Plains, but you must also promise me one thing: after we return, you must not stop others from seeking revenge against me."

Zhang Wuji exclaimed in surprise, "Godfather, it was all the work of that treacherous Cheng Kun. Let's go back and explain things clearly, and the truth will naturally come to light."

However, Xie Xun simply shook his head. Zhang Wuji thought to himself that his adoptive father was a man of his word, so he should agree for now. With Senior Brother Song around, they could always find a way to achieve the best of both worlds.

"Sect Leader Song, if you capture Cheng Kun for me, you will avenge the blood feud of my entire family of thirteen."

Xie Xun held the Dragon-Slaying Saber above his head, saying, "Please take this Dragon-Slaying Saber and fulfill the last wish of Master Guo and his wife!"

Song Qingshu took the Dragon-Slaying Saber into his hands. Since the Persian sect members had not yet arrived, he was in no hurry to draw out the martial arts and military strategies hidden within the saber.

"After the battle at Wan'an Temple, all the sects and factions in the Central Plains have made peace with the Ming Cult. Why not invite heroes from all over the world to attend and witness this together?"

"Firstly, we can work together to overthrow the Mongol court, and secondly, we won't have to risk our lives to seize this Dragon-Slaying Saber."

Zhang Wuji and Xie Xun were both very supportive and immediately prepared to descend the mountain, planning to return to the Central Plains the next day at a suitable time to set sail.

Granny Jin Hua, who was watching the situation from a distance, hesitated for a long time but ultimately did not dare to make a move.

"Thank you, Third Brother Xie. Congratulations on your reunion as father and son."

Xie Xun said, "Madam Han, I have already handed over the Dragon-Slaying Saber to Headmaster Song of the Huashan Sect. Although I don't know why you insist on borrowing the saber, I still advise you to stop for the sake of our past relationship."

Granny Jin Hua remained silent, only staring at the Heaven-Slaying Sword on Song Qingshu's back and the Dragon-Slaying Saber in his hand. The Heaven-Slaying Sword was wrapped in cloth and was not recognized at first, but she could guess it at this moment.

"Brother Aniu, you've been searching for Zhang Wuji all these years!"

Zhu'er, standing to the side, wanted to recognize him but dared not. The Zhang Wuji of the past was just a stubborn young man, but now he had become the leader of the Ming Cult. The difference was as vast as heaven and earth.

These words were spoken with sorrow and desolation, and Zhang Wuji felt very uncomfortable. Moreover, before he knew that she was his cousin, he had promised to marry her.

“Cousin Zhu’er, come with us. It’ll be a good opportunity for the whole family to be reunited. I promise your uncle won’t kill you again.”

Zhu'er shook her head frantically, wanting to say something but it stuck in her throat. She took a few steps back, turned and ran, quickly disappearing into the mountains and forests.

There was no one else on the island at this point, so although Zhang Wuji was worried, he decided to first send his adoptive father onto the ship before going to find his cousin Yin Li. Granny Jin Hua glanced at Xiao Zhao and then turned to leave as well. Song Qingshu noticed this and knew that she was most likely going to instruct Xiao Zhao to steal the swords, but he wasn't too worried.

Before Granny Jin Hua could leave everyone's sight, several figures suddenly rushed over from the foot of the mountain. The three leading figures were dressed in white robes with red flames tattooed on their left sleeves, and were actually members of the Ming Cult.

"coming!"

Song Qingshu stepped forward, blocking Xiao Zhao and Zhao Min. These three envoys from the Persian sect possessed strange martial arts skills and were ruthless in achieving their goals, so they could not be taken lightly.

"The three of us are the Cloud Envoy, the Moon Envoy, and the Wind Envoy of the Persian Ming Cult. We are here by order of the Grand Master to take over the Ming Cult in China."

"This is the Sacred Flame Token of the Persian Headquarters. Dragon King and Lion King of the Ming Cult in the Central Plains, why don't you kneel down and welcome it immediately?"

Zhang Wuji and Xie Xun were both startled. The Ming Cult in China did indeed originate from Persia, but they had lost contact for hundreds of years. How could they suddenly find this Spirit Snake Island?
"It is good that the Grand Master has issued an order. I am not knowledgeable enough to be suitable for this important position of leader."

The tallest of the three envoys, with blue eyes and a hooked nose, spoke Chinese somewhat haltingly, but his imposing manner was undeniable. “Since you are the leader of the Ming Cult in the Central Plains, you should obey the orders of the Grand Master!”

"The Dragon King and the Lion King have violated a major taboo of our religion by refusing to bow to the Sacred Flame Token. You should kill them first, and then come with us to the Central Plains to reorganize the affairs of our religion."

Let alone his adoptive father Xie Xun, even the Golden Flower Granny, Zhang Wuji never intended to kill her. Just as he was about to argue, he suddenly heard Song Qingshu say loudly, "I am not a member of the Ming Cult, nor do I need to listen to your stinking rules of the Persian headquarters. If you want to kill to establish your authority, then ask the Dragon-Slaying Saber in my hand if it agrees!"

The three Persian envoys were enraged and charged forward together, brandishing their sacred fire tokens. Seeing their strange movements, Zhang Wuji worried that Song Qingshu would be outnumbered and rushed to meet them.

In the blink of an eye, the five were locked in battle. The Sacred Flame Token was incredibly hard, and even the Dragon Slaying Saber could not cut it in one go. Moreover, the three envoys not only coordinated perfectly, but their martial arts were also very different from those of the Central Plains martial arts world.

Since arriving in this world, these three people have been the most troublesome enemies. No wonder Zhang Wuji, who possessed multiple martial arts skills in the original work, could not win in their first encounter.

However, Song Qingshu's combat experience far surpassed Zhang Wuji's. It was just that the Dragon-Slaying Saber was too sharp, making it inconvenient to use it at full strength. He reminded Zhang Wuji, "Wuji, go and protect Senior Xie and the others. Don't let anyone take advantage of the situation!"

At this moment, Zhang Wuji also realized that the two of them were facing the enemy at the same time, which made him feel somewhat constrained. He immediately agreed and retreated.

With this, Song Qingshu had no more scruples. He had just comprehended the Tai Xuan Po Wang technique on Jade Maiden Peak a few months ago and had never used it before. He immediately gripped the Dragon Slayer Saber with his right hand and drew the Heaven-Slaying Sword with his left.

Every martial art in the world, as long as it has a move, must have a traceable pattern. No matter how strange this martial art originating from Persia may be, it ultimately cannot harm people invisibly.

Therefore, after Song Qingshu became somewhat familiar with the situation, he quickly launched a counterattack. The Dragon-Slaying Saber and the Heaven-Reliant Sword were both indestructible divine weapons. Although the Sacred Flame Token could barely hold them off, how could he possibly withstand the sword energy and saber qi generated by his internal force?
After fifteen moves, the three Persian envoys were already struggling to keep up, and their white robes were torn in many places. If the three had not practiced martial arts together since childhood and understood each other perfectly, they would have been defeated long ago.

"Since defeating Zhao Min's three subordinates at Wudang Mountain that day, Senior Brother Song has actually made further progress!"

Among those present, besides Song Qingshu, Zhang Wuji possessed the highest martial arts skills, allowing him to better appreciate the subtlety of the unity of sword and saber.

Song Qingshu was becoming increasingly adept at it, even hoping his opponent would be stronger, because ordinary martial arts or ordinary opponents simply couldn't unleash the infinite wonders of the Tai Xuan Po Wang technique. (End of Chapter)