Arhats Subduing Demons: Starting with The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber

Chapter 115 Even Honest People Aren't Honest
Abbess Miejue coldly said, "The blood debt of the Demonic Sect is as deep as the ocean. Today we are only punishing the ringleaders and not questioning the accomplices. This is already an act of leniency outside the law. This point must not be changed. If you know what's good for you, get out of my way!"

Upon hearing this, the assembled heroes shouted, "That's right! We can ignore the others, but demons like Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao must be killed!"

"You brat, get out of here."

Thousands of martial arts practitioners began to shout, their voices like thunder.

You must understand that the conflict between the demonic sect and the righteous sects of the martial arts world is not just a matter of you saying one is righteous and the other is demonic; it is a blood feud built up with countless lives.

Therefore, Yun Changkong had no intention of being either righteous or demonic. He tried every means to suppress the entire Demon Extermination Sect onto a few individuals.

He was powerless to help with things like resolving hatred.

As the heroes said, you, Yun Changkong, prevented us from avenging our father in order to drive out the Tartars. Why did you avenge your father in the first place?

Are you a man? Am I not?

Your father is a father, but my father isn't?
This is a matter that cannot be defied by the will of the people, nor can it be defied by their anger!
They had no choice but to place their hopes on Zhang Wuji, who was known for repaying evil with kindness.

Only his identity, his experience of losing both parents, and his act of repaying evil with kindness possess an unparalleled persuasive power to unite people.

Seeing the crowd cheering, the White-Browed Eagle King stood proudly, looked up at the sky and laughed wildly: "So the so-called righteous path of the martial world is nothing more than relying on numbers to win. The Emei Sect Leader, whose fame is known throughout the world, is nothing more than a person who relies on his weapon. What kind of heroes are you?"

Song Yuanqiao said, "Young Master Zeng, judging from your attire, you are not a member of the Demonic Sect. Who is your master, and how do you know the Wudang Cloud Ladder Leap?"

The heroes all saw that Zhang Wuji's attire was not that of the Ming Cult, and they also saw him demonstrate his Wudang lightness skill. That's why they listened to a few words from him. Otherwise, they would have swarmed him and beaten him down long ago!
Not everyone has the right to speak here!

It's not that the heroes will listen to just anyone!
Even if Yun Changkong spouts nonsense, others have to listen with bated breath, because of his formidable reputation!

Given Zhang Wuji's current status and position, even if he spoke the most profound truths of the world, no one would be willing to listen!
When Zhang Wuji heard his senior uncle ask him a question, he dared not acknowledge him. He knew that once he revealed his true identity, the Golden-Haired Lion King would be the one to resolve the conflict, so he immediately clasped his hands and said, "I have no master. I have seen the Wudang heroes use the Ladder Cloud Leap before, so I just copied it."

Zhang Wuji learned his martial arts from his father and adoptive father, so they were naturally not his masters. However, everyone was very surprised. They had thought that he had used the Wudang Ladder Cloud Leap, and they still had some reservations. But he said that he had no master.

Many people have turned their attention to Yun Changkong.

Because since his debut, he has always claimed to have had no mentor.

It is well known that people in the martial arts world respect their teachers the most. It is common for them not to reveal their master's name, but they would never dare to say they have no master when they do. If they say they have no master, then they really have no master.

The Wudang heroes exchanged glances, thinking, "This 'Ladder Cloud Leap' is a closely guarded secret of Wudang. Could it be that he truly possesses a photographic memory and can learn and apply it on the spot?"

Abbess Miejue sneered, "Yin Tianzheng, no matter what you say, I will kill Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao today to comfort the spirits of my Emei disciples in heaven!"
"Hey Zeng, if you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The reason Zhang Wuji hesitated just now was that he also knew that the Demonic Sect had committed many evils in the past, such as his mother and adoptive father killing innocent people indiscriminately, and Yang Xiao's rape of Aunt Ji was clear evidence.

His grandmaster had repeatedly warned him not to associate with members of the Demonic Sect, lest he repeat his father's mistakes. However, after overhearing the conversation between Yun Changkong and Cheng Kun, he knew that all of this was instigated by Cheng Kun and the Prince of Ruyang's mansion.
He couldn't bear to see his grandfather die protecting the faith, so he gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

Seeing this situation, he glanced at the Wudang heroes. On one side was his maternal grandfather, and on the other side were his uncles and senior brothers. He could only try his best to mediate and persuade both sides not to kill each other and create more enmity!

Zhang Wuji raised his voice and said, "Master, listening to both sides leads to enlightenment, while listening to only one side leads to darkness. The Ming Cult is not a wicked sect that wreaks havoc on the martial world, and its members are not without chivalry. A great calamity is about to befall the martial world. If you kill them, whether you can survive this calamity is truly unknown. I dare to ask you all to stop fighting and find out the truth!"

Upon hearing this, the assembled heroes burst into laughter.

"Cease fighting?"

"Kid, who do you think you are?"

"What right do you have to demand that we stop fighting?"

Given Zhang Wuji's status and age, it was highly inappropriate for him to utter the words "cease fighting."

Hearing everyone's mockery, Zhang Wuji blushed instantly, but couldn't help saying, "Although it is true that murder should be punished with a life, and that revenge should be sought after by the vengeful, and that the strong should prevail, what difference is there between you all causing bloodshed in the martial world and the Mongol Tartars slaughtering my Han people?"

His inner strength was profound, and even amidst the noise, everyone could hear him clearly.

Zhao Min was extremely dissatisfied upon hearing this and said, "This brat acts as if the blood feuds between the Demonic Sect and others are all the work of us Mongols. Besides, what's the use of him spouting this nonsense if others don't listen to what he says?"

Yun Changkong chuckled inwardly and said, "Don't look down on him. No one but him can quell this conflict. No one else can do it."

Zhao Min giggled sweetly: "What makes him so special?"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "Win people over with virtue!"

Xiao Zhao smiled and said, "Winning people over with virtue? You can't do it, so why can he?"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "Let me keep you in suspense for a moment!"

Zhao Min said, "I'm afraid Abbess Miejue won't spare anyone under the Heaven-Slaying Sword!"

Abbess Miejue was already impatient. She snorted coldly, "Boy, no matter what your conspiracy is, it's no reason for the Demonic Sect not to avenge this blood feud!" She flicked her left sleeve and struck out with her palm, intending to get rid of this troublesome brat.

Zhang Wuji knew that Abbess Miejue was powerful, so he was greatly surprised. However, he had already mastered his divine skill and reacted extremely quickly. Before he could even think, his palm had already struck out with a loud crack.

Zhang Wuji, now in perfect harmony with his mind, effortlessly neutralized Abbess Miejue's palm strike without leaving a trace.

Abbess Miejue only wanted to sweep him away, and did not use her full strength. She only felt a surge of heat flow into her body, and involuntarily her whole body trembled and she took three steps back.

Zhang Wuji was taken aback. In his eyes, Abbess Miejue was the most outstanding person besides his grandmaster and Yun Changkong. No matter how high their martial arts skills were, Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, or Uncle-Master Song Yu, they might not be able to defeat Abbess Miejue. How could he have repelled her with just a wave of his hand?
Like Yun Changkong, he had no idea how powerful he was!
Yun Changkong never encountered an opponent who could unleash his full power, while Zhang Wuji had just mastered his divine skills and had never fought against a master.

This time, the Five Elements Flags listened to Yun Changkong's words and contracted with all their might. Although Abbess Miejue and Zhang Wuji had met on the road, they did not fight against the Five Elements Flags. Zhang Wuji did not even show his internal strength.

After exchanging a palm strike with Zhang Wuji, Abbess Miejue realized that his internal strength was upright and profound, definitely not of the evil kind, and even quite similar to what she had learned. She said, "Young man, it is not easy to reach this level of martial arts. I only used two-tenths of my strength just now. Do you understand?"

Abbess Miejue was always cold-hearted, but she always cherished talent. This was true for Yun Changkong, and also for Zhang Wuji, who bravely saved the Five Elements Flag in the original story!
It should be noted that although Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Divine Skill was extremely powerful at that time, his martial arts skills were weak, even inferior to those of the Emei disciples. He stood up to protect the Five Elements Flag, and Abbess Miejue did not kill him directly, otherwise she could have killed him with one palm!
The crowd was initially puzzled as to how a young man could defeat Abbess Miejue, but upon hearing that she had used only a fraction of her strength, they understood.

Zhang Wuji clasped his hands and said, "Master, your compassion is deeply appreciated. Please leave Bright Peak!"

The arrogant Abbess Miejue harbored deep hatred for Yang Xiao. Upon hearing this, she was enraged and raised her eyebrows, saying, "Boy, you dare to order me around? You're better than me. Draw your weapons!"

The Heaven-Slaying Sword in his hand trembled, emitting a buzzing sound.

Zhang Wuji pondered that his grandfather's longsword had been broken in one fell swoop by her, and what weapon in the world could withstand the sharpness of the Heaven-Slaying Sword? He said, "Master, I'll take a few of your moves barehanded. If I'm lucky, please step back!"

Yun Changkong realized he was in trouble and hurriedly got up.

Abbess Miejue laughed in fury and said with a sneer, "Boy, you're deliberately trying to die!"

As he spoke, he used his superb martial arts skills, his body leaping into the air, and with a sword strike as swift as a shooting star, carrying a powerful gust of wind, he thrust it toward Zhang Wuji's heart.

Zhang Wuji felt the chilling aura emanating from the sword already engulfing his body. His mind raced: "I wonder if the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth can defeat her?" He quickly gathered his inner energy and was about to retreat when suddenly a figure flashed past from the side.

Zhang Wuji and Abbess Miejue were both shocked. Then they heard someone say, "Abbess, wait!" The voice was clear and bright, like jade striking each other.

A figure had already positioned itself between the two.

The assembled heroes, seeing Abbess Miejue display her divine power only to be interrupted, were furious and about to hurl insults.
Then Abbess Miejue suddenly stopped.

She moved with incredible speed, but unexpectedly, she stopped abruptly. When she was running, she was as fast as a raging storm, but when she suddenly stopped, she was as still as an abyss. When the crowd saw this, they cheered loudly.

But upon seeing who it was, they were taken aback!
Abbess Miejue stared at the newcomer with a look of surprise and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Wuji was also confused, so he naturally thought of Yun Changkong.

Yun Changkong said with a serious expression, "Master, I have something important to discuss with you."

"A major event?" Abbess Miejue glanced at the Demonic Sect: "What could be more important than destroying the Demons?"

Yun Changkong gestured respectfully and said, "Let's talk in private."

Abbess Miejue glanced at Zhang Wuji: "Boy, wait a moment." With a swift movement, she had already darted several feet away.

Yun Changkong turned his head to look at Zhang Wuji, his lips slightly moving.

Only Zhang Wuji heard his voice ringing in his ears, saying, "Heroes from all over the world are gathered here. You're too simple-minded. Do you still want to be with Miss Zhou? Think carefully about what to do!"

The clouds in the sky condensed into lines of sound, and the Abbess Miejue had already crossed the high wall of the square and disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Wuji blushed, thinking to himself, "How does he know everything?" His gaze shifted to Zhou Zhiruo.

Just then, Zhou Zhiruo also looked up, and their eyes met. Zhou Zhiruo's face was completely pale, and she gave him a slight smile.

Zhang Wuji wanted to laugh back, but considering his current situation, he couldn't manage a smile.

He knew all too well that if he tried to protect the Ming Cult, he might end up dying here!
Zhou Zhiruo suddenly heard Ding Minjun's cold snort and hurriedly lowered her head.

The assembled heroes were all astonished to see Abbess Miejue and Changkong leave, wondering what they had said.

Yun Changkong and Abbess Miejue arrived at a rooftop. Yun Changkong used his internal energy to survey the surroundings, and the abbess asked, "What exactly is going on?"

Chang Kong said, "Master, I am grateful to you for revealing the secret of the Nine Yin Manual. In return, if you want to extract the secret from the Heaven-Slaying Sword, then don't fight Zeng Aniu today."

He was clear about his grudges and favors. No matter how Abbess Miejue treated others, she was definitely loyal to him. Not only did she want to marry her precious disciple Zhou Zhiruo, but she also revealed the secrets of the Nine Yin Manual without reservation. Naturally, he didn't want her to make a fool of herself in front of the heroes of the world, which is why he interrupted her.

The reason Zhang Wuji was so deeply hated by Abbess Miejue was actually because Zhou Zhiruo, unlike the other disciples, didn't attack him. And yet, in front of the assembled heroes, Zhang Wuji embraced Zhou Zhiruo and seized her Heaven-Slaying Sword.
Abbess Miejue was arrogant and conceited. How could she swallow such an insult when someone held a junior member of her sect and took her precious sword? When she saw that Zhou Zhiruo's expression was not right and Zhang Wuji asked her to return the Heaven-Slaying Sword, Abbess Miejue thought that the two were secretly colluding, which led to her ordering Zhou Zhiruo to kill Zhang Wuji.

Didn't she know that she was no match for Zhang Wuji, so how could Zhou Zhiruo possibly be a match for her? It was nothing more than a test!
Yun Changkong hoped that Zhang Wuji could repay evil with kindness and set an example, thus extinguishing the fighting spirit of the heroes. Naturally, he could not allow Zhang Wuji to confront Abbess Miejue.

However, he couldn't explicitly say that Abbess Miejue was no match for Zhang Wuji. Because this old nun was of the temperament of ginger and cinnamon, she wouldn't shy away from a strong opponent, so he could only start by uncovering the secret of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber.

Abbess Miejue stared at Yun Changkong with a grave expression and asked, "What do you mean? Could it be that that brat knows the whereabouts of the Dragon-Slaying Saber?"

Chang Kong nodded.

Abbess Miejue hesitated, "You're not lying to me?"

Chang Kong patted his chest and said, "Master, I would never lie to you. Putting aside the Nine Yin Manual, the Dragon Slaying Saber contains the martial arts manual of Yue Fei, as well as Guo Jing's many years of experience in fighting against the Mongols. This is of great use in driving out the Tartars."

Abbess Miejue coldly replied, "What makes you think they will find Xie Xun?"

Yun Changkong said, "As long as you don't fight with Zeng Aniu, you'll understand what I mean by observing his behavior."

Besides, Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao are both injured. Your victory would be dishonorable and would damage Emei's and your own reputation. Why not show mercy and let them bring Xie Xun back first, then we can discuss the matter further?

Abbess Miejue's face remained expressionless, showing neither joy nor anger. Changkong said, "In my humble opinion, if this boy is also someone who harbors personal grudges and seeks revenge, then he is definitely not someone who can be entrusted with important matters. In that case, I will be the first to not let him go!"

"To avenge a great grudge?" Abbess Miejue raised an eyebrow and said, "Since you say so, it seems you know this person's background very well. Are you afraid that I can't defeat him and will lose face in front of all the heroes of the world?"

Yun Changkong smiled and said, "How could that be? With the Heaven-Slaying Sword in her hand, who in the world can withstand her power!"

Abbess Miejue laughed, and Yun Changkong laughed too.

This is why Abbess Miejue liked Yun Changkong.

He always took great care of his reputation, even when it came to Zhou Zhiruo, he was willing to bear the infamy.

……

While Yun Changkong was trying to persuade Abbess Miejue, Yin Tianzheng also said to Zhang Wuji, "Young Master Zeng, you are a talented young man. Don't get involved in this mess. The Ming Cult's affairs will be handled by the Ming Cult itself!"

He knew all too well that no matter how high one's individual martial arts skills were, how could one possibly defeat so many people? Although he had provoked the major martial arts sects to avoid relying on numbers, he still couldn't withstand the continuous stream of masters. Even someone as formidable as Zhang Wuji was no exception!
Zhang Wuji was aware of this, but since he had stepped forward, he would not back down because of difficulties. He said, "Senior Yin, although I am not a member of the Ming Cult, I have long admired you. It is an honor for me to fight alongside you today. As long as I have a breath left, I will not allow anyone to harm a single member of the Ming Cult!"

"What arrogance!" Tang Wenliang of the Kongtong Sect laughed loudly, "You brat, you really don't know your place. Who do you think you are? Do you really think you're the supreme master of the martial arts world?"

Zhang Wuji replied, "How could I dare?"

Tang Wenliang shouted, "Don't dare? Then get out of here!" He landed lightly in front of Zhang Wuji and reached out to grab his chest.

His movements were incredibly fast; with that outstretched hand, even his fingers seemed to cut through the wind.
Zhang Wuji reached out and grabbed Tang Wenliang's wrist. With a flick of his wrist, he threw Tang Wenliang more than five zhang away, covered in yellow dust and unable to move.

This move left everyone speechless with astonishment.

Although Tang Wenliang was not a first-rate figure, he was still a renowned elder of the Kongtong Sect. Who would have thought that he would be so easily defeated by this young man!
Zhang Wuji had mastered the "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" to the supreme seventh level, wielding his internal energy and divine power at will. Every move he made could unleash immense power, something Tang Wenliang and his ilk could never have imagined.

Zhang Wuji was also puzzled and stood there dumbfounded, wondering how he had such great strength. At this moment, the fear in his heart disappeared. He took a breath, clasped his hands and said, "Senior, you flatter me."

He then looked around and said, "Gentlemen, this senior was considerate of my youth and ignorance, and did not use internal force in his attack just now, otherwise I would have been either dead or seriously injured!"

He also agreed with Yun Changkong's assessment that with so many heroes gathered in the world today, it would be difficult to mediate disputes if someone were to harm another or ruin their reputation. Therefore, he tried to save face for Tang Wenliang.

However, he acted rashly and failed to control his strength, resulting in Tang Wenliang being thrown so badly. The Kongtong Sect also felt greatly humiliated. Zong Weixia, the second of the Five Elders, stepped forward and shouted, "Boy, you have some skill. Come and take my Seven Injury Fist!"

Seeing that Tang Wenliang was defeated in one move, he dared not be careless and used the Kongtong Sect's ultimate technique, the "Seven Injury Fist".

Zhang Wuji reached out to block, and Zong Weixia felt a surge of heat seep into his extraordinary meridians along his veins. He took three steps back, his body went limp, and he collapsed.

Zhang Wuji stood there, as steady as a mountain, calm and composed, though a hint of doubt flickered in his eyes.

Despite Zong Weixia's reputation in the martial arts world, he was actually weakened by a single palm strike from a novice. Even the top masters on the field were astonished.

For a moment, everyone was stunned and thought, "Could it be that the younger generation is truly replacing the older one? Is the martial arts world now dominated by the young?"

Before, others thought Zhang Wuji was telling the truth, but now they realize that this young man truly possesses amazing skills.

Zong Weixia was both shocked and furious, and exclaimed, "How do you also know the Seven Injury Fist?"

Zhang Wuji scratched his head and said, "Senior Zong, I'm sorry, I've long admired the Seven Injury Fist."

It turned out that he had just forced Zong Weixia's fist force back to himself with a palm strike. As he spoke, he took a step forward, bent down, and pressed on Zong Weixia's chest and abdomen a few times.

Zong Weixia felt a gentle warmth flowing into his dantian, making him feel indescribably comfortable.

Zhang Wuji said, “Senior, the human body has five elements: the heart belongs to fire, the lungs to metal, the kidneys to water, the spleen to earth, and the liver to wood. Add to that the yin and yang energies, and practicing the Seven Injuries Fist will injure all seven. With each deeper level of mastery of the Seven Injuries Fist, one's internal organs suffer further damage; in reality, it injures oneself first, then the enemy. So, for now, let's not practice it…”

He had just finished speaking when he suddenly heard someone shout: "Boy, how did you learn the secrets of my Seven Injury Fist!"

This man was a large-headed, thin old man, Chang Jingzhi, who ranked fourth among the Five Elders of Kongtong.

Zhang Wuji's words were the outline of the Seven Injury Fist Manual, which immediately aroused their suspicion. Unexpectedly, Xie Xun had stolen the manual and passed it on to him. Seeing Zhang Wuji's young age and unparalleled skill, they then inquired about it.

Zong Weixia leaped up, cupped his hands, and said, "Thank you, Young Hero Zeng, for healing my injuries with your internal energy. Young Hero Zeng's divine skills are beyond words, but I am even more grateful for your great kindness and righteousness in repaying evil with kindness."

Zhang Wuji knew that he couldn't defeat so many heroes by simply fighting, especially since all his senior brothers and uncles from Wudang were here and couldn't be his enemies. He could only explain Cheng Kun and the Prince of Ruyang's conspiracy. So he said, "Senior, the news that the Golden-Haired Lion King is at Bright Peak is a rumor spread by Cheng Kun. In reality, he and the Prince of Ruyang have conspired to make us fight each other, causing us to be severely injured, and then annihilate our Central Plains martial arts world in one fell swoop!"

"Amitabha!" The Venerable Monk Kongzhi clasped his hands together and asked, "Where is Cheng Kun?"

Zhang Wuji clenched his fists and said hatefully, "How can we let this treacherous villain live?"

He harbored a deep desire for revenge, but he also knew that with Cheng Kun dead, there was no one to confront him, making the truth even more difficult to uncover.

Suddenly, Tang Wenliang shouted, "Where is Xie Xun, the Golden-Haired Lion King, now? Please tell me, Young Hero Zeng."

He was quick-witted and had already vaguely guessed that there must be some connection between Xie Xun and the young man in front of him.

Zhang Wuji inwardly cried out in alarm: "I was so focused on showing off my Seven Injury Fist that I forgot to involve my adoptive father. If everyone knows about my connection with my adoptive father, it will be clear that I am making an enemy of all the heroes. How can I act as a peacemaker?"

He said, "You think the Seven Injury Fist Manual of the Kongtong Sect was stolen by the Golden-Haired Lion King? You're wrong, completely wrong. Back then, during the fierce battle for the manual at Qingyang Temple on Mount Kongtong, someone from your sect was injured by the Hunyuan Gong, with blood spots all over his body. The one who did it was Cheng Kun!"

Back then, Xie Xun's martial arts were no match for the Five Elders of Kongtong, yet Cheng Kun injured Tang Wenliang and Chang Jingzhi with his Hunyuan Gong. Xie Xun was unaware of this at the time, only understanding it later after the monk Kongjian explained it to him. Xie Xun recounted this story to Zhang Cuishan and his wife, as well as Zhang Wuji, on Ice and Fire Island.

Zhang Wuji remembered it vividly. At this moment, he thought to himself that Cheng Kun was treacherous all his life and had framed others. He might as well give him a taste of his own medicine. Besides, what he said was not a lie.

Tang Wenliang and Chang Jingzhi had been suspicious for over twenty years before they finally realized that the person who did it was Xie Xun's master, Cheng Kun. No wonder.

“Amitabha!” Master Kongzhi said, “I heard that Xie Xun is Cheng Kun’s disciple. Why would Cheng Kun be so scheming? And how can you be so sure that he has joined the Prince of Ruyang’s mansion? My senior brother Kongjian was murdered. Was it he and Xie Xun who did it? Please enlighten me, Young Hero Zeng.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wuji was at a loss for words. He had initially thought that revealing the truth would inevitably damage the reputation of the Ming Cult, and besides, the death of Master Kongjian was ultimately caused by his adoptive father. A thought flashed through his mind, and he thought, "Since everyone is going against the Yuan anyway, why not push everything onto them?" He said, "Cheng Kun instigated the feud in the martial world, as he himself said. Cheng Kun colluded with the Prince of Ruyang, and all the troubles in the martial world were their doing, as Hero Yun himself said."

Last night, Cheng Kun sneaked into the inner hall of the Ming Cult. At that time, Master Yun, Mr. Yang Xiao, Bat King Wei, the Five Wanderers and others had all heard about it.

The death of Master Kongjian of Shaolin was also part of Cheng Kun's conspiracy. In front of all the heroes of the world, if a junior were to utter any falsehoods, he would be despised by everyone in the martial arts world and condemned to eternal damnation!

"This is ridiculous! Do you think Yang Xiao and the others' words count?"

"Yes, who believes the devil's words?"

"How can you so easily believe your one-sided account?"

Some people in the crowd started making a fuss and causing a disturbance.

Zhou Dian angrily retorted, "Bullshit, bullshit, it stinks!"

The crowd roared, "Zhou Dian, who are you cursing?"

Zhang Wuji said loudly, "Mr. Yang Xiao and the others are by no means people who speak recklessly. If you really don't believe them, just ask Hero Yun. With his unparalleled reputation, would he lie and deceive people?"

As he spoke, everyone's eyes turned to Yun Changkong, who had just finished discussing everything with Abbess Miejue and had just stepped out.

In fact, Yun Changkong was a person who regarded integrity as something dispensable. However, famous figures in the martial arts world are all built up little by little through swords, spears, fists, and kicks. Thanks to Yun He, he strictly adhered to "integrity" when he became famous in the martial arts world.

His actions have drawn criticism from various quarters: some call him arrogant and domineering, others say he's ruthless and cruel, still others say he's unable to resist women and therefore not a hero. But there's one thing no one criticizes.

That means I never broke my promise; I always kept my word.

It's no exaggeration to say that his word is worth a thousand pieces of gold!
Yun Changkong didn't pay too much attention to this. It wouldn't be difficult for him to cover up for Zhang Wuji. But when he saw Zhao Min looking at him with a cold glint in her eyes and a half-smile, he felt that something was not right!
He suddenly realized that Zhang Wuji had been playing tricks on him, and at that moment he had only one thought: "If anyone says that Zhang Wuji is an honest man, he will slap them across the face."

Zhao Min suddenly stood up and shouted, "This is utter nonsense! How can all these grudges in the martial world be related to the Prince of Ruyang's mansion?"
Could it be that the affair between Yang Xiao and Ji Xiaofu was orchestrated by the Prince of Ruyang's mansion? Was the Golden-Haired Lion King's indiscriminate slaughter of the martial world, his seizure of the Dragon-Slaying Saber on Wangpan Island, and his incapacitating of dozens of people from various sects—was that also orchestrated by the Prince of Ruyang's mansion? Was the blood-sucking of the vampire bats also orchestrated by the Prince of Ruyang's mansion?

Zhang Wuji was puzzled. He wondered how a yellow-faced man could speak with such a clear and melodious voice. His mind was in turmoil, and he had no clue what to do. He said, "Can you ask Master Yun? It is indeed a conspiracy between the Prince of Ruyang's Mansion and Cheng Kun. Their goal is to destroy the Ming Cult and wipe out all the martial arts forces in one fell swoop."

Zhao Min sneered, "Fine, everyone, open your eyes and see whether it's the Ruyang Prince's Mansion that wants to wipe out all the Jianghu forces, or you're just trying to exonerate the Demonic Sect by talking nonsense!"

Zhang Wuji wanted to clear his adoptive father's name, and Zhao Min was unwilling to let her father and brother take the blame. This was because they were responsible for some things in the martial arts world, but they had nothing to do with others. However, Zhang Wuji suddenly pushed all the blame onto Cheng Kun and the Prince of Ruyang's mansion.

Cheng Kun didn't care, but his father and brothers wouldn't.

After all, who can predict whether there are any despicable and powerful figures among them who might seek revenge on their families because of Xie Xun and the others' hatred?

Suddenly, Song Qingshu said coldly, "Did everyone see that? This Zeng fellow, relying on his martial arts skills, came out to advocate for the Demonic Sect. Yun Changkong keeps talking about the righteous cause of expelling the Tartars, but he has a Mongol princess by his side."

Now that Her Highness the Princess has spoken, why not drop the pretense and let everyone get to know her properly!

He was imprisoned in Wudang Mountain for many years because of Zhao Min, how could he not hate her? As for Zhang Wuji, needless to say.

When Song Qingshu saw Zhou Zhiruo, he was completely captivated. Although he dared not look at her openly, his mind was always on her, so he noticed every move she made. Whichever man she looked at, Song Qingshu hated that man.

When Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo locked eyes, it was inevitable that they would look at each other.

Zhang Wuji knew nothing about it. Seeing Song Qingshu's resentful expression, he was puzzled: "Why is Senior Brother Song so desperate?"

Yun Changkong glanced at Song Qingshu and said indifferently, "You're not worthy to see what my wife looks like! You despise Miss Zhou's narrow-mindedness in eyeing men. How blind must Miss Zhou be to even look at you?"

The crowd immediately erupted in uproar. Abbess Miejue's face was gloomy, and Zhou Zhi also looked worried.

How could she not feel Song Qingshu's enthusiasm for her?

There's nothing we can do about it!

Song Qingshu said angrily, "It's much better than you being a Mongolian lackey."

Song Yuanqiao said sternly, "What kind of place is this? You dare to talk nonsense here!"

Yun Changkong sneered and said, "Master Kongzhi, how do you think Master Kongjian compares to Xie Xun in terms of martial arts?"

Master Kongzhi said, "Judging from Yin Baimei's skills, he is now far inferior to my senior brother. Not to mention Xie Xun, who was his equal more than 20 years ago."

Chang Kong nodded and said, "So the passing of Master Kongjian was not because Xie Xun was so capable, but because Master Kongjian was dedicated to spreading the Dharma and saving demons. As the saying goes, 'If I don't go to hell, who will?' I admire him greatly!"

Master Kongxing, being impetuous and ignorant of worldly affairs, asked, "What do you mean? How do you know?"

Chang Kong said, "I obtained the Dragon-Slaying Saber, so I naturally know about Xie Xun and Master Kongjian's affair!"

“Amitabha!” Master Kongzhi said, “Please enlighten me, benefactor.”

(End of this chapter)