In Emei, start by obtaining golden attributes.

Chapter 145 There is a clear path to heaven; why bother seeking side paths?

"When I struck him with my palm just now, I felt a very familiar sensation from his internal energy. I thought he was practicing the Wudang Nine Yang Skill, but I didn't expect it to be the Nine Yang Divine Skill. However, the Nine Yang Divine Skill has been lost for a long time. Where did he learn it?"

After thinking for a while, Abbess Miejue was still unable to come up with a solution.

After thinking for a moment, Abbess Miejue slowly walked behind Zhang Wuji, used her inner strength to pull him up, then squatted down and placed one hand on Zhang Wuji's back to circulate her inner energy to heal him.

This action aroused a sense of doubt among the Emei Sect members in the distance.

However, Abbess Juechen knew why Abbess Miejue would do such a thing.

If it were someone else, they would have simply died.

Anyway, if you plead for the evil cult members, you're just asking for death.

But the Zhang Wuji in front of me was different.

Although Abbess Miejue did not know Zhang Wuji's identity at this time, he was definitely related to the Wudang Sect.

To possess such profound internal energy cultivation at such a young age shows a talent far surpassing that of Song Qingshu.

If such an outstanding disciple were to die at the hands of Abbess Miejue, and the news were to leak out, the friendship between the Wudang and Emei sects would be over.

Considering this, Abbess Miejue couldn't bear to let Zhang Wuji die right before her eyes.

Just then, Zhou Zhiruo's gaze fell on Zhang Wuji.

The last time they were at the inn in Luyang Prefecture, Zhang Wuji was unkempt, and Zhou Zhiruo didn't take a closer look.

Seeing him up close, Zhou Zhiruo felt a sense of familiarity in Zhang Wuji's eyes and brows.

A moment later, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have thought of something, and her expression changed slightly.

After a slight hesitation, Zhou Zhiruo stepped forward, stirred up the surrounding atmosphere with her inner energy, and then said, "Master, this person seems to be Zhang Wuji."

Upon hearing this, both Abbess Juechen and Yang Yan looked at Zhou Zhiruo in astonishment.

"Zhang Wuji, the son of the deceased Zhang Wu, one of the Seven Heroes of Wudang?"

Master Juechen knew about Zhou Zhiruo's background, and naturally knew that Zhou Zhiruo had met Zhang Sanfeng before joining the Emei Sect.

He immediately asked, "Zhiruo, are you sure?"

Zhou Zhiruo nodded and said, "Although almost seven years have passed, his eyebrows and eyes still look somewhat similar to those they did seven years ago."

When she met Zhang Wuji, it was the day that Zhou Zhiruo's family was murdered.

The events of that day were etched in Zhou Zhiruo's memory.

This also allowed Zhou Zhiruo, even after seven years, to be certain that the person in front of her was the same listless, cold-poisoned boy she had met on the banks of the Han River.

"Zhang Wuji?"

At the same time, upon learning the identity of the young man before her, Abbess Miejue's cold and stern face instantly turned extremely ugly, as if frozen with frost for millennia.

The hand that was pressed against Zhang Wuji's back was suddenly pulled back as if it had touched a red-hot iron, and he got up and walked to the side with a "whoosh".

Even as Abbess Miejue walked to the side, she wiped her hand, which had just been pressed against Zhang Wuji's back, on her robe.

I felt incredibly unlucky.

It was a deep-seated, intense disgust and aversion.

Upon learning that the young man was actually Zhang Wuji, both Abbess Juechen and Abbess Juejue understood why Zhang Wuji had stood up for these Ming Cult disciples earlier.

As the son of Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu, his maternal grandfather was the White-browed Eagle King, one of the four great protectors of the Ming Cult, and his adoptive father was Xie Xun, the Golden-haired Lion King.

Strictly speaking, Zhang Wuji was half a member of the Demonic Sect.

Her gaze, like a tangible blade, was fixed on Zhang Wuji's bloodless face. Abbess Miejue's hands, hidden within her wide sleeves, clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white, then loosened and clenched again.

With each crack of her knuckles, it seemed as if an invisible killing intent was about to burst forth, but she forcibly suppressed it.

In the oppressive, suffocating silence, Abbess Miejue suddenly moved in front of the remaining dozen or so Ming Cult disciples, her hands flashing as she slapped them one after another.

In just two breaths, all of these dozen or so Ming Cult disciples were killed by Abbess Miejue.

"Whoo~"

Only then did she seem to feel the turbid air in her chest dissipate slightly.

Immediately, Abbess Miejue turned to Abbess Juechen and said coldly, "Arrange for an elder and a few people to take them to the Wudang camp. Then tell them what this guy just did, and also tell Song Yuanqiao that I am waiting for Wudang to give me an explanation."

As she spoke, she deliberately avoided looking at Zhang Wuji on the ground, as if even a second glance would make her unable to suppress the urge to slap Zhang Wuji on the forehead.

If it were seven years ago, knowing Zhang Wuji's identity, Abbess Miejue's first thought would probably have been to use him as bait to lure out Xie Xun, the man with whom she had a deep-seated blood feud, to kill him and avenge herself, and then use the Dragon-Slaying Saber to retrieve the iron piece hidden inside the Heaven-Reliant Sword.

However, as soon as Gu Shaoan and the other two returned from Luyang Prefecture, they immediately told Abbess Miejue about Granny Jinhua.

If all goes well, in another six months, Granny Jin Hua will be able to take Xie Xun to the Emei Sect to exchange for the antidote.

Therefore, for Abbess Miejue now, this half-dead Zhang Wuji is of no value to her. On the contrary, his relationship with the Wudang Sect only makes her feel disgusted.

Upon seeing Zhang Wuji, Abbess Miejue couldn't help but think of the undeserved disaster that had befallen her years ago because of Zhang Cuishan's death.

Just then, Abbess Wuji activated her true energy to isolate Zhang Wuji and the others, and then asked Abbess Miejue, "Sect Leader, since this boy possesses the Nine Yang Divine Skill, what should we do?"

Although she didn't say it explicitly, the meaning behind Abbess Insulation's words was crystal clear.

In response, Abbess Juechen gently shook her head and said, "There's no need for that, and it's also inappropriate."

The Abbess Miejue glanced at Abbess Wujue and slowly said, "The Nine Yang Divine Skill was originally created by the Drunken Monk a hundred years ago after reading the Nine Yin Manual. It was created with the Nine Yin Manual as a reference. In terms of its refinement, it cannot compare to the Nine Yin Manual."

"In the past, relying solely on the 'Emei Nine Yang Skill' passed down by our patriarch might have been inferior to this 'Nine Yang Divine Skill'."

"But Shao'an, taking advantage of the aura of enlightenment, created the 'Emei Nine Yang True Scripture' by fusing the Wudang and Emei Nine Yang Skills. It is no weaker than the 'Nine Yang Divine Skill'."

"Furthermore, although the Nine Yang Divine Skill is extremely strong and yang, it is an isolated yang that is dominant. When I injected my true energy into this boy's body, I found that his true energy was stagnant, full but difficult to release, and like a dry fire. This is the shortcoming of the Nine Yang Divine Skill. If one cannot cultivate it to the highest level, it will become an isolated yang that is dominant, and the cultivator will be burdened by the Nine Yang Divine Skill."

"On the contrary, the 'Emei Nine Yang True Scripture' created by Shao'an is based on the two Nine Yang Skills of Emei and Wudang. It complements each other, allowing Yin and Yang to generate each other, with softness containing strength and Yin containing true Yang."

"In terms of the quality of true qi alone, your and Zhiruo's true qi are in no way inferior to the Nine Yang True Qi in his body, making cultivation safer and more secure."

"Since there is a clear path to heaven, why bother to seek out side paths and engage in such petty behavior?"

Finally, Abbess Miejue looked at Abbess Wujue and said, "It seems that these past few years of cultivation have made you forget the principles of 'being upright, maintaining proper conduct, and understanding one's true nature.' After this matter concerning the six major sects is over, you should go back and copy the sect rules a hundred times."

It was just a casual remark, but it resulted in a severe scolding from Abbess Miejue.

Even the abbot, who was supposed to be immune to all evil, looked distressed, as if she had been wronged.

Seeing the reaction of Abbess Juechen, Abbess Juechen couldn't help but smile.

Gu Shaoan was not surprised by what Abbess Miejue said.

Abbess Miejue never stooped to stealing martial arts techniques from other sects.

Even seven years ago, when the most advanced martial arts in the Emei Sect were only the "Emei Nine Yang Skill" and the "Sunset Sword Technique," Abbess Miejue never harbored any wicked thoughts about other martial arts in the martial arts world.

He was solely focused on the martial arts techniques within the Heaven Sword.

This is because the Heaven Sword is a legacy of the Emei Sect, and the martial arts indicated by the treasure map within the Heaven Sword can also be considered part of the Emei Sect's legacy.

If the Emei Sect can take it back, it's like returning something to its rightful owner.

Otherwise, when Zhang Sanfeng came to her door, Abbess Miejue could have taken the opportunity to make exorbitant demands, asking Zhang Sanfeng to exchange the Tai Chi Classics and the Wudang Nine Yang Skill for the Emei Nine Yang Skill.

However, Abbess Miejue's idea was similar to Gu Shaoan's.

The "Emei Nine Yang Manual," formed from the fusion of martial arts, is no less exquisite than the "Nine Yang Divine Skill," and its flow is smooth and unimpeded, unlike the extreme nature of the "Nine Yang Divine Skill."

Now that his foundation is completely solid, Gu Shaoan naturally wouldn't ruin his foundation because of the "Nine Yang Divine Skill".

Otherwise, last time at the inn, Gu Shaoan could have used Xie Xun's whereabouts as a bargaining chip to get Zhang Wuji to reveal the cultivation method of the Nine Yang Divine Skill. Only after several elders of the Emei Sect escorted the seriously injured Zhang Wuji and Yin Li to the Wudang Sect did the group set off again.

Before long, the group was standing in the forbidden area of ​​the Ming Cult.

Even before the news of the six major sects besieging the Ming Cult spread, there was no one guarding the area around the Ming Cult's forbidden ground. Not to mention that the Ming Cult's mind was now focused on how to deal with the attack from the six major sects, and they would not have the mind to care about the forbidden ground.

They might even be eager for the people of the six major sects to break into the forbidden area and use the traps and mechanisms within to cause the six major sects to suffer casualties.

Therefore, after Gu Shaoan and the others entered the forbidden area, they arrived at the secret chamber of the forbidden area without any obstacles.

As planned, apart from the 100 elite disciples and a few elders who had been selected in advance, all the other Emei disciples and elders were placed in a stone chamber containing gold and silver treasures by Abbess Miejue.

At Gu Shaoan's suggestion, Abbess Wujue also stayed in the stone chamber to guard it.

After all, it involves hundreds of Emei Sect disciples. It's not safe for just a few elders, let alone Abbess Miejue, even Gu Shaoan wouldn't trust them.

An hour later, when the elders who had escorted Zhang Wuji and Yin Li returned and confirmed that Zhang Wuji had been returned to the Wudang Sect, Abbess Miejue left with Gu Shaoan and the hundred disciples and elders.

As the secret passage's stone door closed, the Abbess of the Insulation Sect, who was stationed inside the stone chamber, gave instructions, and the Emei Sect disciples began to take out the items they had prepared from their bags and bundles, asking their fellow disciples to help them dress up.

This made most of the Emei disciples look like they had been injured in a major battle.

Otherwise, it would be awkward if, after the Ming Cult issue was resolved, the other six major sects entered the secret chamber and found that the Emei disciples were all in high spirits and almost unharmed.

After leaving the forbidden area, Abbess Miejue first used her lightness skill to check the surroundings. Only after confirming that there were no other people or Ming Cult disciples around did she feel at ease and lead Gu Shaoan and the others to speed up their journey towards the mountaintop.

at the same time.

Southeast of Bright Summit, at Wudang's temporary camp.

Compared to the relaxed expressions of the Emei disciples in the forbidden secret chamber, the atmosphere in the Wudang camp was much heavier and more oppressive.

The camp was rudimentary, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and the bitter aroma of herbs. The groans of the wounded echoed throughout the camp.

After three days of bloody fighting, Wudang disciples also suffered considerable losses.

The main force, led by Song Yuanqiao, continued to advance up the mountain, while the disciples who were seriously injured and unable to fight were all arranged in this temporary camp.

Besides several Wudang elders and dozens of third-generation disciples, Zhang Songxi and Mo Shenggu were responsible for guarding the area.

No wonder the Wudang sect is so cautious.

As the six major sects and the Ming Cult fought fiercely for several days, Bright Peak was now occupied by more than just disciples of the six major sects and the Ming Cult.

Many wandering martial arts practitioners, drawn by the news, gathered around hoping to take advantage of the chaos or loot corpses, roaming the area like hyenas.

If the six major sects had not set up such temporary camps and dispatched disciples and experts to guard and deter them, I'm afraid all the disciples who were injured in the past few days would have been kidnapped or even killed on the spot by these rogue cultivators.

It was also because of the need to take care of the injured disciples that the six major sects slowed down their attack again and again, and they have not yet reached Bright Peak.

Zhang Songxi slowly walked out of the largest tent in the camp.

At this moment, Zhang Songxi's Taoist robe was stained with mottled blood, and his usually calm and refined face was filled with deep fatigue and worry.

Clearly, the days spent guarding the camp have not been peaceful either.

As Zhang Songxi walked out of the tent, Mo Shenggu, who was waiting outside, immediately stepped forward, his face showing obvious concern and a hint of anxiety: "Fourth Senior Brother, how is Wuji?!"

Zhang Songxi turned his head, glanced at Yin Li who was taking care of Zhang Wuji in the tent, and then said to Mo Shenggu, "Don't worry! His life is temporarily safe."

Mo Shenggu breathed a slight sigh of relief upon hearing that Zhang Wuji was out of danger.

But then, recalling the horrific state Zhang Wuji had been in when he was brought here, a deep resentment welled up on her face: "That Miejue went too far. She was, after all, the leader of a sect, yet she treated a junior like Wuji with such cruelty. How could she be so ruthless?"

"Seventh Junior Brother!"

However, before Mo Shenggu could finish speaking, Zhang Songxi suddenly interrupted him.

“Abbess Miejue has already held back. If she hadn’t held back and had struck with her full strength, I would probably have died even if I had taken the blow head-on, let alone Wuji.”

At this point, Zhang Songxi paused, then continued, "Moreover, the elders of the Emei Sect just said that those Ming Cult disciples were just about to use traps and poisons to kill the Emei Sect members, but Wuji rushed up to try to protect these Ming Cult heretics."

"At this critical moment when the six major sects are jointly besieging the Ming Cult, Wuji's actions, let alone just serious injury, even if he were to be killed with a single palm strike, we would have no reason to blame anyone else."

Mo Shenggu was reprimanded by Zhang Songxi. Although he still felt aggrieved, he understood that what Zhang Songxi said made sense.

He opened his mouth, but in the end he just clenched his fists in resentment, swallowed the rest of his words, and his face turned red.

Zhang Songxi suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

Among the three generations of Wudang disciples, only Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji, who has just returned, are among the younger generation.

Song Qingshu has decent talent, but he is fickle and his mind is completely focused on Zhou Zhiruo of the Emei Sect. He is more concerned with romantic love than with chivalry and responsibility, and he has significant flaws in his character. It can be said that he is not up to the task.

Zhang Wuji, with his astonishing talent, was able to enter the realm of returning to the innate state at the tender age of twenty, which greatly surprised Zhang Songxi.

But unfortunately, after years of wandering and lacking systematic education and training, he developed such an arrogant and reckless nature.

Having only achieved a minor mastery of the Nine Yang Divine Skill and reached the Innate Realm, he actually dared to take three blows from Abbess Miejue.

Most importantly, the starting point was actually to protect the evil people of the Demonic Sect.

Their behavior was utterly ridiculous.

If Zhang Wuji had encountered the Shaolin Sect instead of the Emei Sect, which had a very good relationship with the Wudang Sect, today...

Zhang Songxi dared not imagine how much trouble this would bring to the Wudang Sect afterward.

The vast Wudang Sect, with its thousands of renowned disciples across three generations, found itself without a single promising successor capable of truly supporting the overall situation.

In contrast, consider the Emei School.

Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo are both two years younger than Zhang Wuji, but in terms of ability, strength, and talent, they are all top-notch choices.

In a few years, it won't be difficult for them to join the ranks of the elite.

Not to mention there is also a young prodigy disciple whose strength already makes Zhang Songxi feel inferior.

Thinking of his two good-for-nothing nephews, Zhang Songxi felt a tightness in his chest and a deep sense of defeat welled up inside him.

The promise of mutual support has turned into a stark contrast, with the Emei Sect thriving over the years, while the Wudang Sect seems to be facing a lack of successors.

"If there are three people, I'd be happy to have even one of them assigned to my Wudang sect!"

The stark contrast left even Zhang Songxi speechless, looking up at the heavens with a bitter taste in his mouth.

After a short while, forcibly suppressing the feeling of suffocation in his heart and adjusting his emotions, Zhang Songxi looked at Mo Shenggu beside him.

Seeing that Mo Shenggu still looked indignant, Zhang Songxi sighed and softened his tone.

"Alright, it's too late to say anything more now. Wuji has already regained consciousness in the tent and told me that he has mastered the long-lost Nine Yang Divine Skill!"

"what?"

Mo Shenggu suddenly looked up, his eyes gleaming with unbelievable surprise! "The Nine Yang Divine Skill? Didn't Master say that this divine skill had been lost?"

Zhang Songxi responded, "Wuji's injuries are too severe, so I can't ask him for details. But Wuji wouldn't lie to us, so the matter of the Nine Yang Divine Skill is probably true."

"With the protection of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, and with the help of Wudang's healing pills, Wuji should be able to recover from his injuries in a few days."

Upon hearing this, Mo Shenggu finally felt relieved, his eyes filled with anticipation: "That's wonderful! If Wuji can truly master the Nine Yang Divine Skill and receive further guidance from Master, then Wudang will have a worthy successor."

Hearing Mo Shenggu's words, Zhang Songxi's expression softened a little.

However, just as the two were talking, a figure silently darted out from behind a rock about two zhang away from the camp.

Then, just like a gecko, it slid down the steep cliff.

(End of this chapter)