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Chapter 82 Zhou Ye: If you want to enjoy the gossip, you have to suffer first.

"Smart people tend to overthink. To prevent them from overthinking, we should act more boldly, even arrogantly."

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Huang Rong always remembered what Zhou Ye had told her, so she made a grand entrance during her trip to the Pegasus Ranch, wanting everyone there to know that the Zhou family didn't want anything from them.

Thirty cartloads of gifts were just the beginning. Once the matter of the two children was settled, the next batch would be much more than thirty cartloads.

Led by Yue, all the women in the family went out, leaving only Di Yun and his wife to watch the house. The large group of people rushed out and headed towards the Pegasus Ranch.

Jiang Wuque is the eldest son of the Zhou family and is also Zhou Ye's chosen crew member. His marriage is a big deal for the Zhou family, and big deals should be big deals. It is also part of the deal: to let everyone know that the ranch is under the Zhou family's protection.

They didn't travel quietly along the way; instead, in every place they arrived, they would find a foolish force and eliminate it to demonstrate the Zhou family's strength, and at the same time, pave a path to a beautiful wedding with blood.

Leaving aside how domineering the Zhou family women were, Zhou Ye, on the other side, looked at the girls of all ages in front of him, but his expression was not very good.

"Master, what do you mean by this?" Zhou Ye looked into Abbess Miejue's eyes and said, "Are you breaking our original agreement?"

"No, I want to ask Master Zhou to teach my ignorant disciples a lesson, so they know what it means to be outmatched and to be able to see beyond their own level."

Zhou Ye grinned: "Really? Then let's give it a try."

As soon as he finished speaking, the girls, young and old, raised their swords and thrust, but Zhou Ye didn't move at all. He watched their swords pierce various acupoints on their bodies, and then commented: "Their internal strength is not bad, and their speed is not slow either, but it's still not enough."

After saying that, Zhou Ye's fingers turned black, and then he flicked his fingers in quick succession. With a series of "thump-thump" sounds, the girls dropped their swords, covered their heads with their hands, squatted on the ground and shed tears.

To be honest, at first Zhou Ye really thought that Miejue was trying to break the contract. But just now, none of the Emei Sect girls' attacks were aimed at killing, and none of them were aimed at his face. Only then did he believe Miejue's words that she really wanted to use him to suppress the morale of her disciples.

When they set off again, all the Emei disciples wore bamboo hats, except for Abbess Miejue, who looked relatively normal, though she couldn't quite suppress her smile: "With Hero Zhou's help this time, the Demonic Sect will surely be destroyed!"

Zhou Ye smirked: "Master, I'm just here to watch the show. Don't treat me like a main force. Besides, I'm just one person. No matter how good I am at fighting, it's useless."

After leaving Wudang last time, Abbess Miejue secretly promoted the Nine Yin Manual within the sect. In recent years, the Emei Sect has kept a low profile, and all disciples have been working hard to cultivate, resulting in a significant increase in their strength!

In Abbess Miejue's view, the siege of the Ming Cult by the six major sects was an opportunity to demonstrate that the Emei Sect was now on par with Wudang and Shaolin.

Having confidence is one thing, but the disciples have become somewhat arrogant. They just happened to meet Zhou Ye, so she naturally had to put her to use. Now it seems that the effect is very good; they are all becoming unicorns!

Since the other sects were all women, it wouldn't be appropriate for a grown man like himself to mingle among them. So Zhou Ye distanced himself again, and only when they entered the desert did he get a few camels, carrying water and dry rations, and slowly follow behind the Wudang sect.

As more and more sects joined together, Zhou Ye, a lone traveler, attracted more and more attention. Many people even recognized him as the guy who caused trouble on Wudang Mountain.

The Wudang and Emei sects didn't take it seriously, but the other four sects couldn't stand it, especially the Shaolin sect. One of them, a hot-tempered fellow, jumped out and pointed at Zhou Ye, shouting, "How long are you going to follow me?"

Zhou Ye laughed: "Is this land yours?"

"Hmph, you demonic cultist, you must be a spy sent by the demonic cult!"

Zhou Ye's gaze swept over his bald head and looked at the group of bald men behind him: "The Shaolin Sect is so good at labeling people, calling me a spy. Where's the evidence? Produce the evidence and I'll admit it. If you can't, everyone, you should hurry on your way. Don't go looking for trouble."

"I think you're just feeling guilty!"

"call out!"

Zhou Ye appeared in front of the other party in an instant, and then slapped the other party's bald head. It didn't kill him, but a large bump with a handprint rose up on the bald head. The length of the five fingers and the size of the palm were exactly the same as Zhou Ji's.

He slowly returned to the camel's back and looked at the Shaolin sect's camp, saying, "Keep your men in line. Next time, I'll smash his head into his belly."

The Zhou family is not afraid of the Shaolin sect. Even if Shaolin has a sweeping monk, there is only one. Zhou Ye is confident that he can withstand the opponent, but Shaolin does not have the fighting power to withstand Xiao Feng, Di Yun, and the women. If they really turn against each other, it may be difficult to destroy Shaolin, but it is no problem to force them to close their mountain for decades.

Back when Old Zhang went down the mountain to eliminate demons, didn't Shaolin Temple close its gates for sixty years?

As the six major sects walked, Zhou Ye followed. When they stopped, Zhou Ye stopped too; he would never walk ahead of them.

The Ming Cult had already received the news and had prepared countless traps and mechanisms in preparation.

"Beep, beep."

Feeling the vibration of the Den Den Mushi in his arms, Zhou Ye turned around, took out the Den Den Mushi, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Wuque's voice came through the Den Den Mushi, sounding somewhat low: "Dad, have I been married off?"

Zhou Ye was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst into laughter. His laughter made the people from the six major sects in front turn around, but they could only see Zhou Ye's back.

"Silly boy, what nonsense are you talking about? This is only the engagement, even if you're married, we're going to 'marry' you, not 'take you in'!"

"Can I still go home?"

"What? Has our mountain grown legs and can't run away? Whether you want to go home or not is up to you. Even if you go to heaven someday, Zhou Mountain will still be your home, understand?"

"Hehe—" Jiang Wuque's憨笑的声来, "Hearing you say that puts my mind at ease. Dad, where are you now?"

"They're eating sand in the desert, and with the six major sects besieging Bright Peak, how can they expect to get away with this without suffering a bit? By the way, how's things on your end?"

"The horses have been bought, the little fish have been sent back, and I still need to stay at the ranch for a while."

"Alright, since you've agreed, let's do it well. After it's all over, we'll bring your little wife home."

"Okay, Dad, you go ahead with your work, I'm hanging up now."

After putting away the Den Den Mushi, Zhou Ye laughed for a long time!

Jiang Wuque has always seemed a bit pretentious since he was little. Now, well, he almost got depressed because of his engagement. Is this pre-wedding jitters?

Just as they were preparing to set up the tent, Zhou Ye's expression suddenly changed. He then turned the camel around and ran away, disappearing in no time. While the people from the six major sects were still wondering what was going on, a yellow line suddenly appeared on the horizon—a sandstorm was coming!

Fortunately, the sandstorm wasn't too big and passed in half an hour, but it still caused quite a stir among the people from the six major sects. The Emei sect girls' hats were blown off, naturally revealing the large bumps on their foreheads.

Song Yuanqiao chuckled, "The Emei Sect is indeed full of outstanding individuals!"