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Chapter 151 Do you think this humble nun is easily frightened?
Upon seeing this, He Taichong was startled and frantically circulated his internal energy, gathering it in his right hand to meet the attack.

However, the moment their palms touched, He Taichong felt an indescribable, chilling, and eerie force, like a cold spring in the depths of hell, easily tear apart the palm force and true energy in his palm and then instantly burrow into his meridians like a venomous snake.

As this chilling true essence and energy rushed into his body, He Taichong's face instantly turned ashen.

"puff--!!"

The next second, He Taichong's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a group of Kunlun Sect disciples behind him.

He only stopped after knocking down more than a dozen Kunlun Sect disciples.

In contrast, after knocking He Tai away, Lu Zhangke moved like a weightless withered leaf, lightly leaping back behind Zhao Min in a few bounds.

His cloudy old eyes glanced at He Taichong, who was lying on the ground convulsing in pain. A disdainful smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and his wrinkled face was full of sarcasm.

Zhao Min's eyes were indifferent, and she curled her lips in disdain: "With such poor strength, you still dare to talk back. You deserve to die."

On the Kunlun Sect's side, He Taichong's wife, Ban Shuxian, quickly moved in front of He Taichong and helped him up.

The moment he stood up, He Taichong coughed up a mouthful of blood.

What was chilling was that the blood He Taichong had just vomited contained wisps of cold air.

Furthermore, his right hand, which had just exchanged blows with Lu Zhangke, was covered in frost, turning it a bluish-purple color.

He Taichong's wife, Ban Shuxian, was startled. Without thinking of anything else, she quickly moved behind He Taichong and placed her hand on his back to treat his injuries.

On the Wudang side, all eyes were on He Taichong.

Looking at He Taichong's face and the pool of blood in front of him, Song Yuanqiao's eyes suddenly narrowed.

"The Profound Nether Palm?"

Upon hearing what Song Yuanqiao said, everyone present changed their expressions. Looking at Lu Zhangke, who had just made his move, they immediately recognized the identities of Lu Zhangke and Hebi Weng beside him.

They were none other than the Xuanming Elders, whose fearsome reputation had grown in the martial arts world over the years.

At this moment, the Shaolin, Wudang, and other sects felt even more apprehensive as they looked at Zhao Min and her companions.

The Xuanming Elders, as unorthodox masters who have emerged in recent years, have both reached the level of Qi Condensation and Yuan Formation in their internal energy cultivation.

What is most feared is its "Mysterious Netherworld Divine Palm," which is inherited from the Hundred Losses Taoist.

It can be described as extremely yin and cold, and extremely poisonous. Once you are hit by this palm, your whole body will feel cold to the bone, and your internal organs will feel as if they are being burned by charcoal.

Even martial artists who have reached the Qi Condensation stage would have to be wary of this insidious palm technique.

Who would have thought that I would appear on Bright Summit today?

Judging from their actions, it is still this young woman disguised as a man who is in charge.

The woman's identity naturally made people even more wary.

On the Emei Sect's side, after learning the identities of the Xuanming Elders, Abbess Miejue and Abbess Juechen did not show much fear.

Others fear the "Mysterious Netherworld Palm," but the "Emei Nine Yang True Scripture" they practice is naturally able to counteract all cold and yin energies.

Under the circumstances of martial arts restraint, neither Abbess Juechen nor Abbess Miejue could have a problem fighting the two Xuanming Elders at the same time.

Abbess Juechen gently circulated her true energy, and her voice quietly entered Gu Shaoan's ears.

"Are these the people who are plotting against the Six Major Sects and the Ming Cult behind the scenes?"

Gu Shaoan responded with the same amount of true essence: "It seems to be eight or nine out of ten."

"What do we do now?" Abbess Juechen asked.

After a moment's thought, Gu Shaoan transmitted his voice and said, "Let's see first! If necessary, I will take action first. You and Master can protect Senior Sister and the others later."

"it is good!"

The two used their true essence to transmit their voices in a very secretive way, and neither Zhao Min nor the people from the six major sects noticed the little actions that Gu Shaoan and Abbess Juechen were making at this time.

But Hua Jieyu, who was behind Zhao Min, suddenly turned to the side.

After her gaze swept back and forth between Gu Shaoan and Abbess Juechen, Hua Jieyu looked at Gu Shaoan and said, "Young man, you're so handsome, how can you be so dishonest? You actually used your true essence to transmit your voice in front of me. I wonder what you said. Tell me about it."

As soon as Hua Jieyu spoke, Zhao Min and the others immediately turned their attention away from He Taichong and his group and looked at Gu Shaoan.

Even Liu Yaozhi, who had been playing with her jade flute with her head down next to Hua Jieyu, looked up at Gu Shaoan with some surprise when she heard the words "true essence".

However, as Liu Yaozhi looked up, the moment her gaze met Gu Shaoan's, she seemed to notice something and let out a soft "hmm" in her heart. Her gaze quickly fell on Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan standing behind Gu Shaoan.

Looking at the two beautiful women with completely different temperaments, Liu Yaozhi's eyes lit up as if she had discovered a priceless treasure. Her gaze kept moving back and forth between the two women, and her excitement grew stronger.

Sensing Liu Yaozhi's gaze, Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan both glanced at Liu Yaozhi and then frowned.

Gu Shaoan, who also noticed Liu Yaozhi's gaze, narrowed his eyes slightly.

However, before Gu Shaoan could make any further moves, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps approaching from the direction of the entrance to Bright Peak suddenly drew his attention.

A few breaths later, the others on Bright Peak also noticed the commotion coming from the mountaintop.

Following the sound, everyone looked and saw Mo Shenggu and Zhang Songxi of the Wudang Sect leading hundreds of Wudang disciples to rush up the mountain.

Almost 90% of these disciples were injured.

Some of the Wudang disciples were carrying other disciples who were too badly injured to move on their backs.

For example, Mo Shenggu carried Zhang Wuji on his back.

Seeing Zhang Songxi and the others, who should have been at the campsite at the foot of the mountain, appear here instead, Song Yuanqiao felt a pang of anxiety and quickly used his lightness skill to meet them.

"Fourth Junior Brother, why did you suddenly come up here?"

When Song Yuanqiao asked, Zhang Songxi paused for a moment before replying in a serious voice, "Senior Brother, there is another force at the foot of the mountain."

Upon hearing this, everyone present changed their expressions.

Song Yuanqiao pressed, "Explain clearly, what happened?"

Zhang Songxi grabbed Song Yuanqiao's arm and said quickly, "Just now when we were in the camp, we suddenly discovered a large number of Ming Cult disciples coming down the mountain. At first, we thought that the Ming Cult people wanted to attack our camp, but we soon noticed that those Ming Cult disciples did not attack us."

"After inquiring, I learned what happened on the mountaintop and what my senior brother meant. Therefore, we did not kill all the Ming Cult disciples who fled, but let them leave."

"I just kept an eye on them."

At this point, Zhang Songxi's tone suddenly became more serious: "But just as these Ming Cult members fled to the valley at the foot of the mountain, some experts and thousands of archers suddenly rushed out and shot down those Ming Cult disciples who wanted to escape. I noticed that these people had started to climb the mountain, so I immediately led people up the mountain."

"At their pace, they should be able to reach the summit in about an incense stick's time."

"What?!" Upon hearing what Zhang Songxi said, everyone in the plaza on the mountaintop felt a chill in their hearts.

Even Abbess Miejue and Abbess Juechen had a somewhat solemn expression.

Xianyu Tong of the Huashan Sword Sect shouted, "Who is so bold as to plot against us, the six major sects, in secret?"

This time, among the six major sects, there is not only Wudang, but also Shaolin.

Logically speaking, no one should be bold enough to provoke both of these forces at the same time.

Therefore, neither Xianyu Tong nor the other four sects, such as Wudang and Kongtong, ever imagined that there would be other forces involved behind this attack on the Ming Cult.

Just then, an even more chaotic and disorderly sound of footsteps came from the entrance to the mountaintop.

Looking over, everyone saw a group of Shaolin disciples, just like Zhang Songxi and the others from before, leading the injured Shaolin disciples to rush up the mountain.

Upon seeing their own people, Kongzhi and the others from Shaolin could no longer sit still and hurriedly went to greet the leading monk.

"Yuanzhen, what happened?"

However, upon hearing Kongzhi's address to the monks...

Gu Shaoan, who had been standing beside Abbess Miejue and quietly observing the whole situation, suddenly narrowed his eyes, which were originally as calm as a deep pool.

His gaze suddenly locked onto the monk called "Yuanzhen"!

He was around fifty years old, wearing a dusty and rather worn-out monk's robe. He was tall, but hunched over, and his knuckles were somewhat large and deformed, making him not particularly outstanding among the Shaolin monks.

It's hard to connect this monk with Cheng Kun, the infamous Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand.

"No wonder we haven't been able to find a suitable one; it turns out they've been hiding in the Shaolin camp where the wounded are being cared for."

Gu Shaoan glanced at Yuanzhen, then at Zhang Wuji, who was still being carried on Mo Shenggu's back, and a thought struck him.

The monk known as Yuanzhen looked anxious and said, "Suddenly, experts and archers from other forces have been climbing the mountain along the route our Shaolin is attacking. They are up to no good."

His explanation was almost identical to what Zhang Songxi had just said.

Immediately afterwards, disciples from the Kongtong Sect, Kunlun Sect, and Huashan Sword Sect ascended the mountaintop one after another.

However, unlike before, this time among these disciples, there were also some Ming Cult disciples who had been injured.

Several of them had been pierced by arrows in their bodies or arms.

After a moment, as everyone calmed down, Song Yuanqiao, Kong Zhi, Xian Yutong and the others all turned their gazes toward Zhao Min and the others in the arena.

Master Kongzhi of Shaolin looked at Zhao Min and said, "If I am not mistaken, the people down the mountain at this moment should be your men, right?"

In response to Kongzhi's question, Zhao Min smiled and nodded, saying, "As expected of someone who can become the abbot of Shaolin, Master's reaction is indeed sharp."

As she spoke, Zhao Min opened her folding fan and, while fanning herself, said in a light tone, "I, Zhao Min, have come here today to invite the members of the six major sects to stay with me at a certain place for a while, so that I may fulfill my duty as a host."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone else present frowned.

Given all this trouble, no one would be foolish enough to think that Zhao Min's purpose would be so simple.

This so-called short stay, even if it's not a coffin or a cemetery, is probably not a good place to go.

Song Yuanqiao said, "What is your purpose, young lady? Why don't you speak frankly?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Min put away her folding fan and sighed.

"You are all intelligent people, why must I make you say such unpleasant things?"

One of the Five Elders of Kongtong asked, "What if we are unwilling?"

"Don't want to?"

Zhao Min put her hands behind her back, then looked around and nodded, saying, "The scenery on Bright Peak is quite nice. If you are not willing to cooperate, this place can serve as your burial ground, which would not be an insult to you."

Upon hearing this, Abbess Miejue beside Gu Shaoan coldly said, "You have quite the nerve. I don't believe that you few can wipe out all the people from the six major sects."

When asked by Abbess Miejue, Zhao Min looked at her and said, "Wudang and Southern Shaolin may need to be spared, but killing people from your Emei Sect or Kunlun and the other three sects is not impossible."

After a pause, Zhao Min looked at Abbess Miejue with interest and said, "Abbess, would you like to give it a try?"

If it were He Taichong, Xianyu Tong, or even the Five Elders of Kongtong, facing Zhao Min, whose background was unknown and who had the Xuanming Elders acting as her subordinates, they would inevitably feel uneasy.

But the person Zhao Min is asking this question to now is Abbess Miejue.

Not to mention that they had already learned from Gu Shaoan that the matter behind the six major sects and the Ming Cult was not so simple.

Even if she didn't know, given Abbess Miejue's personality, she wouldn't necessarily feel the slightest fear when facing Zhao Min.

In response, Miejue coldly said, "Do you think I'm easily frightened? Today I'd like to see whether you, this demoness, will take my head first, or whether my sword will sever yours first."

Seemingly surprised by Miejue's fierce reaction, even Zhao Min was taken aback.

A few breaths later, Zhao Min clapped her hands lightly: "Heh, I've always heard that Abbess Miejue of the Emei Sect is as fiery as fire. Seeing her today, I can confirm that her reputation is well-deserved. Abbess, you have quite the spirit."

Then, Zhao Min changed the subject and said, "I'm curious whether the nun will still be as tough as she is now later."

By the end, Zhao Min's voice had become somewhat cold.

As she spoke, Zhao Min raised the folding fan in her hand again.

However, before Zhao Min could speak, Gu Shaoan, who was beside Abbess Miejue, suddenly activated his true energy.

It was also at the moment Gu Shaoan circulated his true energy that...
Hua Jieyu, Liu Yaozhi, and Jiu Mokong, who were originally standing behind Zhao Min, immediately stepped forward to protect her.

Almost as soon as the guarded gazes of the group fell on Gu Shaoan, they saw Gu Shaoan flick his long sleeves.

The moment the long sleeves were raised, Gu Shaoan flicked out four copper coins one after another with a special technique, turning them into four ghostly shadows that streaked through the air.

But the next second, the group was surprised to find that Gu Shaoan's target was not Zhao Min, but the direction of Shaolin.

At the same time, Yuanzhen, who was behind Master Kongzhi of Shaolin, suddenly felt his hair stand on end, his true energy circulated wildly, and his two big hands suddenly and fiercely met the two dark yellow lights that were closest and fastest!

The speed was so fast that only two blurry, dark gold afterimages remained in sight. When the hand moved, it actually produced a muffled sound, like the rumbling thunder before a summer thunderclap.

It was his signature move, "Thunderbolt Hand," that made him famous.

It is meant to convey the idea that its momentum is like thunder, its speed like lightning, and its power like a thunderbolt.

　To clarify, the original plan for the previous chapter was to wipe out the entire Ming Cult. However, halfway through, they realized the actions of the six major sects had made them a demonic cult. After much deliberation, they decided to spare them. Even setting aside the six major sects, Song Yuanqiao and Miejue, given their objectives, wouldn't sacrifice their own disciples for the sake of extermination. Otherwise, it would truly be the behavior of a demonic cult, killing for the sake of killing. Some might think it's an anticlimactic ending, but this is more in line with the facts and circumstances! Apologies!

　　
　
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