Film & TV: Public Enemy of Justice

In short, Emei is an entity that should absolutely not be provoked.

Therefore, as long as the Heaven Sword is on Mount Emei, it's practically the same as not existing.

This time, for some unknown reason, the Heaven-Slaying Sword was lost, and it even fell into the hands of the Ming Cult's Green-Winged Bat King, the Left Protector of the Free and Easy Sect. The Emei Sect rallied martial arts practitioners from all over the world to besiege Bright Peak, which immediately drew the support of the five major sects, including Shaolin and Wudang.

The martial arts world was in turmoil. Whether they were disciples of the six major sects or not, everyone flocked to Bright Peak, hoping to witness the grand battle.

This was arguably the largest mass brawl in the martial arts world since the great battle between good and evil in Lin'an City.

Inside the imperial palace in Dadu (Beijing), in Zhao Min's bedchamber, only Prince Ruyang and a monk with crisscrossing knife scars on his face were present.

"Father, what brings you here today?" Zhao Min was only wearing a thick nightgown, but it was wrapped up tightly, not to mention that not a glimpse of her private parts was revealed, even her curves were completely covered.

It's fine in front of one's own father, but dressing like this in front of a monk, especially when the woman is an empress, is a bit inappropriate.

But Zhao Min didn't care at all, and the monk also kept his head down, looking as if nothing had anything to do with him.

Not long after Lin Yaoxie killed the emperor and forced Zhao Min onto the long chair five years ago, this monk appeared in the Ruyang Prince's Mansion.

The ascetic himself said that he felt blessed by Heaven and personally came to protect Prince Ruyang, while demonstrating incredibly high-level skills.

Zhao Min was initially suspicious, so she sent someone to the ancient tomb to report the monk's matter to Lin Yaoxie. However, she only received a simple "good" reply.

Upon seeing the reply, Zhao Min didn't ask any further questions. She instructed her father to keep the monk and not treat him as an outsider.

In five years, Prince Ruyang not only did not age, but actually became younger than before.

After the coup in Dadu, he, a veteran of four reigns, had come to terms with it.

He had spent most of his life serving Kublai Khan, and now the Yuan Dynasty had become a complete puppet, its survival hanging in the balance, held solely by Lin Yaoxie's will. Why should someone powerless to control the situation worry about it?

With this mindset, people will naturally slow down aging and feel younger.

“It’s like this, Master Fan, you should speak to the Emperor.” Prince Ruyang said calmly, passing the conversation to the monk.

The monk nodded slightly, but his eyes remained closed. He kept his head down and didn't glance at Zhao Min once more.

"Reporting to Miss Zhao Min." This was also one of the strange things about the monk. When he faced Zhao Min, he never addressed her as "Your Majesty" or "Emperor," but instead directly called her "Miss," which seemed to have a deeper meaning.

Zhao Min was used to this and nodded, letting him continue.

"The six major sects besieged Bright Peak for the Heaven-Slaying Sword." The monk seemed to be a man of few words, and he always spoke as little as possible.

Zhao Min frowned slightly: "I've heard about the Six Major Sects, and I've also heard about the Ming Cult. The Heaven-Reliant Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Saber are equally famous, but they're just weapons. How can they be kings and tyrants? Even if they could, how could they shake the authority of His Majesty the Demon Emperor?"

It's unclear whether Fan Toutuo took Zhao Min's words to heart, but he continued, "His Majesty the Demon Emperor means that you, young lady, should secretly mobilize the army to block all exits after the six major sects arrive at the mountain, and then capture them all in one fell swoop."

"What do you mean?" Even with Zhao Min's exceptional intelligence, it took her a few moments to grasp the gist of it: "Master, do you mean that His Majesty the Demon Emperor intends to capture all the martial arts practitioners in one fell swoop, and then—"

Zhao Min made a hand chop gesture.

Fan Toutuo squinted, his face obscured by scars, and nodded with a half-smile.

Zhao Min smiled too, her two dimples were so deep that they seemed to be able to trap everyone in the world and make them unable to extricate themselves.

The Yuan Dynasty army slowly mobilized, while martial arts practitioners across the land marched rapidly and with great fanfare. The world's attention was once again drawn to them; this time, their destination was Bright Summit.

A bald monk appeared in the shadows, shouting, "I, Cheng Kun, am the most awesome!"

Chapter 151: The Primal Chaos Thunder Ants [First Update]

Inside the tunnel at Bright Peak, Cheng Kun laughed exaggeratedly: "Yang Dingtian, I, Cheng Kun, have used every means to make your Ming Cult the most despised existence in the eyes of the martial arts world. Now, the six major sects are about to besiege Bright Peak. How can Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, and the Five Wanderers possibly stop the masters of the world?"

Cheng Kun flicked his finger, which struck the wall. But when he moved his finger away, the hard wall cracked inch by inch and crumbled from the inside.

Cheng Kun was very satisfied: "My Illusionary Yin Finger technique has been perfected. Even if Yang Dingtian were to come back to life, he would still be no match for me."

Another burst of maniacal laughter: "In the whole world, the only person I have to worry about now is the Demon Emperor in the ancient tomb."

When Lin Yaoxie was mentioned, Cheng Kun's eyes dimmed. It was no longer possible to reach Lin Yaoxie's level in this lifetime.

So Cheng Kun could only console himself: "Forget it, that Lin Yaoxie isn't human. Why should I, Cheng Kun, compare myself to him? It's just—"

Cheng Kun looked somewhat worried: "I remember Yang Dingtian once said that the Ming Cult would have a powerful ally from then on. Could this powerful ally be the Demon Emperor Lin Yaoxie?"

Rubbing his hands together as he paced back and forth in the tunnel, Cheng Kun suddenly slapped his bald head: "Who cares! We finally convinced Shaolin to attack Bright Peak. If we miss this opportunity, who knows when the next one will come? The Demon Emperor is only interested in who sits on the throne. The rise and fall of a mere foreign Ming Cult shouldn't even be of any interest to him, right?"

At this moment, Lin Yaoxie opened his eyes. He sat up from his large bed, which was covered with his wife, and stretched.

The other women were all exhausted after their battle. Although they knew Lin Yaoxie had woken up, they only stirred slightly as a greeting before falling asleep again.

Only Lu Wushuang, who had cultivated the Long Elephant Technique to the Great Perfection and was now the most powerful among the women, was able to relieve her fatigue and sat up, rubbing her eyes.

After putting a coat on Lin Yaoxie, Lu Wushuang gently held Lin Yaoxie's arm and said softly, "Why are you awake?"

Lin Yaoxie gently stroked Lu Wushuang's smooth face: "Something happened at Bright Peak, I have to go and take care of it."

Lu Wushuang covered her mouth with her hand and yawned slightly: "Didn't you ask your goddaughter to send troops to help? Why do you still have to go yourself?"

Lin Yao grinned wickedly and pinched Lu Wushuang's cheek: "How many times have I told you? Don't say Min'er is my goddaughter anymore, just call her Min'er sister."

"Yes, yes." Lu Wushuang's mouth was stretched long by Lin Yaoxie, and her voice even changed in a funny tone: "Not a daughter, but a younger sister. The Demon Emperor not only likes mother-daughter flowers, but also master-disciple flowers, and now he's even playing dirty tricks—"

Lin Yaoxie exerted a strong force, finally making Lu Wushuang swallow the remaining 'lun' character back. Then, she put on a smirk and looked at Lin Yaoxie pitifully.

Lin Yaoxie released his grip. He couldn't bear to actually do anything violent to his woman, except for that kind of violence.

Then, Lin Yaoxie suddenly remembered: "Hey, I don't remember telling you guys that I asked Min'er to send troops. Who told you that?"

Seeing Lu Wushuang's smug expression, Lin Yaoxie understood. Feigning anger, he said, "That kid must have told you, right? That bastard, he doesn't respect me at all. Just wait and see how I deal with him later."

Lu Wushuang stammered, "Forget it. You'd really be willing to lay a hand on your own brother? Your brother even slashed his own face to protect your childhood sweetheart, isn't that enough loyalty?"

Lin Yaoxie tackled Lu Wushuang to the ground and ripped off his coat in a few swift movements: "If it weren't for this kid's loyalty, I would have killed him with my bare hands more than a hundred years ago."

What followed was a fierce battle, and even with Lu Wushuang's excellent stamina, he couldn't withstand Lin Yaoxie's further torment.

Half an hour later, seeing Lu Wushuang drenched in sweat on the gun, Lin Yaoxie finally fired the bullet with satisfaction, clapped his hands, and stood up.

"Are you really leaving? You haven't even told me why you're leaving. How am I supposed to explain this to my sisters?" Lu Wushuang had to use all her inner strength to finish her sentence.

While putting on his pants, Lin Yaoxie said, "Yeah, I have to go. This crisis at Bright Peak was orchestrated by Cheng Kun. If I don't go, those little guys from the Ming Cult might not be able to hold out."

After putting on his pants, Lin Yaoxie swayed and vanished like the wind.

"Cheng Kun? Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand? Is that the giant ant that my husband has always said is the only one left in the world who can still arouse his interest?" Lu Wushuang, lying on the bed, said a few words to Nan'an, then could no longer hold on and fell into a sweet sleep.

She wasn't worried about Lin Yaoxie's safety at all. Even the biggest ant is still an ant; before God, it has absolutely no chance of causing any trouble.

However, in her sleep, she was still thinking about her disciples and grand-disciples: "I heard that Miejue has taken on a beautiful disciple named Zhou Zhiruo. It seems that there will be another little sister in the Ancient Tomb."

Inside the Red Plum Manor in Kunlun Mountain, Zhang Wuji suddenly opened his eyes. His face was extremely ruddy, and he thrust his hands out forcefully. The entire Red Plum Manor trembled, lasting for almost half an incense stick's time, and a large section of the courtyard walls and houses collapsed.

"Great! I've finally mastered this divine skill!" Zhang Wuji leaped up, feeling the surging, abundant internal energy within his body, his expression one of great satisfaction.

Just then, he heard a clapping sound behind him.

He quickly turned around and saw a young man in white standing outside the collapsed wall. Zhang Wuji immediately recognized him as the seemingly immortal man who had left him the Nine Yang Divine Skill manual five years ago.

"Greetings, Senior." Zhang Wuji quickly bowed to the ground: "Thank you for gifting me the secret manual. Not only did I successfully get rid of the Xuanming Divine Palm, but my cultivation has also improved a lot."

Lin Yaoxie waved his hand as he had five years ago: "No need to thank me, there's no need. I just wanted to see how you were doing. Now that I've seen you, I'm relieved."

Zhang Wuji nodded, unsure of what to say next.

Lin Yaoxie continued, "With the Nine Yang Divine Skill protecting you, you don't need to be afraid even if you encounter the Xuanming Elders again. You've been back from Icefire Island for so many years now, haven't you seen your grandfather yet?"

Chapter 152: The Tragic Zhang Wuji [Second Update]

“Grandpa? I came out to find Grandpa.” Zhang Wuji’s eyes shone brightly.

“Your maternal grandfather is named Yin Tianzheng, the leader of the Sky Eagle Sect. You also have an uncle named Yin Yewang. Would you like to go and see him?” Lin Yaoxie suggested.

"My benefactor, shall we go together?" Zhang Wuji asked Lin Yaoxie earnestly.

Lin Yaoxie nodded and then shook his head: "I can take you with me, but don't call me benefactor."

Zhang Wuji didn't understand: "If it weren't for you, I would have frozen and starved to death on the mountainside of Kunlun long ago. If it weren't for you, how could I have learned the Nine Yang Manual?"

"You'll understand soon enough." Lin Yaoxie ignored Zhang Wuji's mushy words and strode out.

Zhang Wuji quickly followed.

He had only taken a couple of steps when he saw a huge creature lying on the ground about ten meters away.

"What a huge python!" Zhang Wuji was shocked, but then he remembered that he had already learned the Nine Yang Manual, so he was no longer afraid.

He leaped in front of Lin Yaoxie, blocking him with his hand, and shouted at the giant python, "Beast, get out of the way! Are you looking for death?"

The large creature lying on the ground raised its head, its expression amused as it looked at Zhang Wuji.

When the dragon raised its head, Zhang Wuji became afraid again.

Its head was so big, bigger than the house where he practiced his martial arts. It resembled a mythical creature more than a python, as seen in paintings and calligraphy.

The dragon's mouth moved closer and closer to Zhang Wuji, baring its teeth menacingly and roaring loudly at him.

Zhang Wuji was terrified. He mustered all his inner strength and slapped the dragon's chin with his palm.

Jiaolong merely tilted his head back slightly, yet he was so shaken that he spat out a mouthful of blood mist and flew backward.

Lin Yaoxie stood behind Zhang Wuji and grabbed him. Looking at the mischievous dragon sticking out its tongue, Lin Yaoxie shouted, "You beast! This is the man I'm going to kill with my own hands! If you kill him, I'll skin you alive!"

After being scolded by Lin Yaoxie, Jiaolong looked like an innocent child who had done something wrong. He lay back down on the ground, whimpering as if to say, "He hit me, and I didn't even fight back. Who told him to be so weak? He couldn't even withstand the recoil."

Lin Yaoxie ignored Jiaolong, carrying Zhang Wuji in one hand as if he were carrying a bag of garbage. He jumped onto Jiaolong's back, pointed towards the Ming Cult's Bright Peak, and Jiaolong soared into the air, circling away.

Zhang Wuji finally woke up slowly, hearing the whistling wind in his ears. He tried to open his eyes, but all he could see was a white blur.

"Where is this?" Zhang Wuji swayed as he tried to stand up.

But he felt a strong wind blowing in his direction, so strong that he couldn't keep his balance.

Looking down again, Zhang Wuji was so frightened that he immediately lay down again.

Looking down again, he was right; what he had seen earlier was indeed a majestic mountain range and a rushing river.

Is he flying in the sky right now?

Only then did he notice the ground he was standing on. "Damn it," he thought, "this isn't ground at all! It's soft, covered in scales the size of bowls, and feels slightly slippery to the touch." Recalling the enormous creature he had just seen, Zhang Wuji let out a roar.

"No way? Am I seeing a ghost? Am I flying on the body of that giant python?"

“That’s right.” A voice chimed in. Zhang Wuji looked up and saw a man in white standing a dozen meters away with his back to him. It seemed to be the benefactor who had saved him and told him not to be polite.