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Chapter 97 Zhou Ye: How can I refuse something that's perfect for both of us?

The border of Xingxiu Sea is a continuous mountain range, inhabited by packs of tigers and wolves, as well as poisonous insects and strange beasts. Separated by this mountain range, travel between the two sides is extremely difficult.

Master Baiyun was able to cross the mountain range thanks to both luck and strength, but for Zhou Ye—that was no problem at all.

Under the influence of anti-gravity, he pushed the carriage and flew directly. After flying for only one day, he crossed the mountains and landed on a plain. Then he took out a map and headed towards Wudang Mountain No. 2.

Speaking of this Wudang Mountain, it is completely different from the original Wudang Mountain. It was just that Master Baiyun changed the name of the mountain in remembrance of his sect. Just like Zhou Mountain, before the Zhou family bought it, it was called Xiao Qingshan. After the Zhou family bought it, it was called Zhou Mountain.

Arriving in a new place, Zhou Ye was filled with curiosity, and the women were even more so. They bought things along the way, and if they hadn't been so full, they might have kept buying.

Of course, this trip wasn't just about shopping; we also gathered as much information as we could.

Demonic Cult!

There's also a demonic cult here, but it's not the Ming Cult; it's simply called the Demonic Cult.

Zhou Ye understood this. Before he transmigrated, nine-year compulsory education had been universal for many years, yet illiterate people still existed. Moreover, in this world, those with some money practiced martial arts, and those who could read used their time to read secret manuals. How could one expect the people here to have high literary literacy?

Upon arriving at Wudang Mountain, the Wudang disciples immediately mistook Zhou Ye for a demonic sorcerer when they saw him and the row of women behind him. If it weren't for the letter of introduction from Zhang Sanfeng, they would have had to fight their way up the mountain.

Master Baiyun was also quite old, but he couldn't compare to Zhang Sanfeng. Old Zhang was plump and round, while Master Baiyun was as thin as lightning. Moreover, the quality of his disciples was not as good as that of the disciples of Wudang Mountain, especially in terms of numbers, where they were far inferior.

"Great! Great! Senior Brother Zhang has invited a great hero to help us! Our Wudang is saved!"

Master Baiyun was very happy, really, extremely happy!

Although he left early, so early that Zhou Ye hadn't even arrived yet, he still knew a bit about the Zhou family after communication was restored, especially the Zhou family head, who, according to Zhang Sanfeng's senior brother, was "no less than this old man."

"Master, could you please tell me what's going on?"

Master Baiyun sighed, "It's a misfortune for our sect, really. My disciple, Zhuo Yihang, he—"

The story is quite simple: a handsome and upright young hero meets and falls in love with a demoness, a story that is incompatible with reason, law, and the world.

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But in Zhou Ye's view, this was just making trouble out of nothing!

"Which one of you is Young Master Zhuo?"

Zhou Ye looked around, and a handsome young man stepped out from the crowd. He looked a little pale and bowed to Zhou Ye, saying, "Junior Zhuo Yihang greets senior."

"What 'senior'? Call me 'brother'!"

"what?"

Zhuo Yihang glanced at Zhou Ye, then at his master. Before he could speak, Zhou Ye laughed and said, "It's alright, let's each talk our own thing. Well done, little brother, you're pretty impressive. By the way, if you marry that vixen, could you settle down with her on Wudang Mountain?"

Zhuo Yihang was stunned. He subconsciously replied, "It's not a question of whether I can or can't, but rather—"

Master Baiyun's eyes widened: "Master Zhou, how could we, from a reputable sect, associate with—"

"Master Baiyun—" Zhou Ye put his arm around Master Baiyun's shoulder: "Let's not be so stubborn. It's right that good and evil cannot coexist, but we can't just keep killing, killing, killing, right? We need to weaken them. I heard about what happened before; that demoness is very powerful, isn't she?"

Master Baiyun nodded subconsciously, and then Zhou Ye continued, "If she becomes Wudang's wife, it will not only weaken the Demonic Sect but also strengthen our own forces. Wouldn't that be a good thing?"

"But—but—but—"

This old man's head is a bit hard, so Zhou Ye had no choice but to serve him another hearty dish!

"Didn't Old Zhang also marry a vixen? Now his son is all grown up, and Old Zhang hasn't said a word about it, has he?"

"This—" Master Baiyun wasn't truly stubborn; he was just worried about something different: "If that demoness continues her old ways after marrying in, then the reputation of Wudang will be ruined—"

"Master Daoist—"

Zhou Ye gestured to his side: "Do you know the backgrounds of my wives?"

Master Baiyun shook his head; he truly didn't know.

"Wanwan, the Holy Maiden of the Yin Gui Sect."

Wanwan stood up and gave a curtsy to Master Baiyun.

Zhou Ye didn't stop: "Yaoyue, Lianxing, the Grand Mistress and the Second Mistress of Yihua Palace."

The two women also stood up and bowed.

"Dai Qisi was once the Purple-Robed Dragon King of the Ming Cult."

Dai Qisi stood up, smiled, and waved.

"Huang Xuemei, from the Tianlong Sect."

Huang Xuemei stood up, nodded, and then sat back down.

Master Baiyun was completely numb!

Although he had been out for quite some time, he still knew about the Yin Gui Sect, the Yi Hua Palace, the Ming Cult, and even the Tian Long Gate. These were all old-school evil sects, but Master Zhou had married all the enchanting women from these sects.

Zhou Ye looked at the somewhat dazed old Taoist priest and said with a smile, "Now that the Yin Gui Sect has lost its Holy Maiden, its operations have been halved, and the Yi Hua Palace has closed its mountain. Its surrounding businesses have been merged into my Zhou family. The Ming Cult hasn't suffered any losses; they don't need another Dragon King. But the Tianlong Gate is gone. Don't you think this is a good thing?"

The old Taoist priest wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't utter a word, because the truth was right before his eyes—

Seeing his expression, Zhou Ye laughed, then waved to Zhuo Yihang and said with a smile, "Now, you can contact your enchanting girlfriend. Let's meet at the foot of Wudang Mountain and have a good chat."

Zhuo Yihang nodded blankly, then went straight down the mountain.

The entire Wudang Mountain fell silent, because Zhou Ye hadn't lowered his voice when he spoke, so everyone present heard him and was quite shocked.

In this atmosphere, Azi suddenly jumped out: "Brother, are you planning to lure the demoness here and then kill her?"

As the eyes of the Wudang people slowly brightened again, Zhou Ye flicked Azi's forehead with his finger: "What nonsense are you talking about? I called her over to discuss the wedding arrangements with them. I want to suggest that they keep everything simple and get things done first!"

The Wudang people were all dumbfounded, only Azi was clutching her head and screaming incoherently.

Looking at them, Zhou Ye sighed. The difference in their perceptions had widened the gap between people, but it didn't matter. His arrival would gradually narrow that gap.