It's clearly a crossover game, but the system insists it's a pirate game.

First, tap lightly to discern the location of the hidden object from the sound. Once you've found it, grip the hilt with one hand and the tip with the other, then twist it forcefully with both hands...

With a crisp "crack!", the Heaven-Slaying Sword broke.

Abbess Miejue's eyes widened in astonishment!

She didn't even have time to look at what had fallen out of the sword. Instead, she snatched the broken sword and examined it closely. After confirming that it was indeed her own Yitian Sword, the way she looked at Zhou Ye changed.

"Meteorite iron is just a material, Master, there's no need to be too surprised."

Zhou Ye didn't make some things clear. No matter how hard the meteorite iron was, it wasn't as hard as fully-leveled Armament Haki, so it wasn't a big deal that he could fold the Heaven Sword with his bare hands.

The abbreviated silk cloth of the Nine Yin Manual fell out, and Zhou Ye pushed it in front of Abbess Miejue. Then he picked up the Heaven Sword again, looked at the broken edge, reached into his sleeve, took out a small ball of white thread, pieced the Heaven Sword back together, and then pulled out the end of the thread and touched it to the sword...

The white thread automatically began stitching, stitching together the Heaven Sword.

That is to say, Abbess Miejue's attention was entirely focused on the Nine Yin Manual and she didn't look this way at all; otherwise, she might have suffered a sudden heart attack.

This thing was also a reward from the system; it's the thread from the Sewing Fruit. There are only three skeins, but these three skeins can sew up anything.

To be honest, those things from the Statistical Award don't seem very useful at first glance, but they can actually be quite useful when you need them.

抄！

This time, Zhou Ye didn't need to copy it; instead, Huang Rong copied the Nine Yin Manual by hand in front of Abbess Miejue. Abbess Miejue then took the original manual and the intact Heaven-Reliant Sword and left.

When she walked out of the inn, the other major sects couldn't sit still. Especially looking at Abbess Miejue's expression, they knew she had paid a price and found out Xie Xun's whereabouts!

One step behind means another step behind. The wealthy and powerful Shaolin Temple was the second to come knocking, but there was some dispute over the issue of entry.

"Master, if you want to make an exchange, you can go in alone. If you don't want to make an exchange, you can all go back. This is Zhou family property. If you want to force your way in, fine, but don't blame us for being ruthless."

Di Yun wouldn't give them any face. In short, his message was: if they wanted to talk, let the manager in; if they didn't want to talk, they could leave. If they wanted to use force, the Zhou family wasn't afraid of them.

Kong Wen waved his hand and then entered the inn, where he did indeed meet Zhou Ye. However, when it came to the topic of sacrifice, the old monk only talked about the common people and didn't mention anything concrete or substantial.

Zhou Ye got annoyed after a few words: "Master, you're right. For the sake of all living beings, after I get back, I'm going to set sail, find Xie Xun, kill him, and then sink the Dragon-Slaying Saber into the sea! Master, you should go back now. You can rest assured about my work!"

rest assured?

How can I not feel at ease?

Whether Xie Xun lived or died was of no concern to Shaolin. What they feared was the Dragon-Slaying Saber, which "commands the world, and none dare disobey." If it wasn't Shaolin that commanded the world, that was what they were most worried about.

Monks, oh, monks have the most cunning!

Of course, there are indeed Buddhist practitioners who have truly transcended all worldly desires, but such people cannot make their own decisions...

Shaolin came out, Huashan followed, and then one after another. Among these major sects, Kongtong Sect was the most sincere. They were willing to exchange the complete Seven Injury Fist manual for news of Xie Xun. However, even though they dared to exchange, Zhou Ye would not accept it. He would not let his family practice such a martial art that would injure himself before harming others.

The next day at noon, Xiao Feng came down from the mountain. He had also cleared away the cold poison from Zhang Wuji's body. Old Zhang also sent word, asking Zhou Ye to come up the mountain again the next day to discuss the treatment of Yu Laosan.

Zhou Ye went up the mountain with Di Yun the next day.

"Young friend Zhou, it seems I'm indebted to you again. Why don't you tell me how you intend to repay this favor?"

As the saying goes, "Old people are shrewd, and old ghosts are clever." Zhang Sanfeng, who lived to be a hundred years old, was the most shrewd of all. Before he could find out what Zhou Ye really wanted, he would rather let Yu Laosan remain paralyzed.

Of course, if he could do it, he would do it no matter how difficult it was. The old man was really worried about his disciple.

"Zhang Zhenren is truly generous!"

There's no need to play games in front of a real person. Zhou Ye spread his hands and said, "You've seen my little ones. I just want them to become disciples of Wudang. They don't need to learn Wudang's advanced skills; I just want to lay a solid foundation for them."

"Wudang does not recruit women..."

"Very well! I'll take all your children; they can become my nominal disciples. How does that sound?"

Song Yuanqiao fell silent, looking at his master without saying a word for a long time.

Although he knew his master's intentions, the thought of his son having to feed a group of fellow disciples... made him feel somewhat guilty towards his son.

Yu Laosan's injuries were similar to Wuqing's back then, but much more severe. All the meridians in his body were broken, and after so much time, forcibly damaging them with internal force would be tantamount to killing Yu Laosan. He would be in excruciating pain.

Di Yun's Divine Illumination Scripture internal energy is gentler and can protect Yu Laosan's heart meridian, preventing him from dying from pain before Zhou Ye even makes a move.

"It's about to begin? Isn't there anything I need to prepare?"

"There really is!"

Zhou Ye slapped his forehead, and the Wudang heroes immediately tensed up. Then they heard Zhou Ye say, "Please tell the kitchen to prepare more food, especially meat. After I finish treating him, I will have consumed a lot of energy, and I won't be able to recover without meat."

Mo Shenggu nodded seriously: "Don't worry, Master Zhou, I'll have someone prepare right away!"

Zhou Ye raised his chin: "At a time like this, please call me... Doctor Zhou!"

Di Yun's internal energy re-damaged Yu Laosan's meridians and re-broken his healed bones, but he also protected his heart meridian. After he finished, Zhou Ye took over. The moment the fruit's power was activated, Yu Laosan had already fainted.

"It's been two hours, why haven't they come out yet?"

Di Yun glanced at Zhang Songxi, who was speaking, and chuckled, "Fourth Master Zhang, don't be in such a hurry. There's no way it'll be that fast. Ah Ye isn't a god."

Two more hours passed, and it was already dark when Zhou Ye came out. He looked alright, but he seemed a little weak.

Di Yun stepped forward to support him: "Dr. Zhou, why has it taken so long?"

Zhou Ye replied with a gloomy expression, "It was cured a long time ago, but I was too tired, so I took a nap..."

"Healed?"

"Alright, but he needs to rest. Take good care of him with good food and drink. In another two or three months, he'll be able to run and jump again. It's just that the injury has lasted too long, so his martial arts skills won't recover in a short time. But fortunately, his foundation is still there, and he can recover with practice. By the way, is the meat cooked?"

How much can a person eat?

They had only heard about it before, but now they had seen it with their own eyes. The Seven Heroes of Wudang were alright, but Song Qingshu was terrified. He grabbed his father's hand and said, "Father, he... he won't eat people, will he?"

"Eat! I love eating kids the most, three bites a time!"

Zhou Ye winked at Song Qingshu, startling the number one person of the third generation of Wudang, who burst into tears with a loud "waaaah," blowing big snot bubbles.

Song Yuanqiao was both annoyed and amused, but surprisingly, he didn't blame her.

The second generation of the Zhou family went up the mountain. They served tea to Old Zhang in the Zhenwu Hall and became his nominal disciples. Then, the Seven Heroes of Wudang stepped forward to recognize their junior brothers and sisters and were responsible for teaching them the most basic mental techniques of Wudang to lay a foundation for them.

Although Song Yuanqiao was the acting sect leader, he hadn't really run away from the job. It's just that his son was doing it for him. Song Qingshu was holding the hands of two martial uncles, his face looking utterly miserable...

He was said to be the number one person in three generations. Yes, he is still the number one person in three generations, but there are more people in the previous generation. From seven, it has directly broken through to double digits. If he encounters them when he travels in the martial arts world, where will he put his face? However, when he thought that he would have Zhang Wuji with him, the discomfort suddenly eased a lot.

By the way, the second generation of the Zhou family are day students. They don't live on Wudang Mountain. They still have to go back down the mountain every day to eat dinner and sleep. The Seven Heroes of Wudang are all getting old. No matter how big the favor, we can't turn Wudang into a boarding school, can we?