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The same goes for beautiful women; making a beautiful woman kneel on the ground is a very cruel thing.

Just as Zhou Zhiruo's knees were about to touch the ground, a surge of internal energy rushed in, catching her and helping her to her feet.

"I am not one to force others, so there's no need to kneel." Lin Yaoxie was always very patient with beautiful women.

Because this is a society that values ​​appearance, having a higher level of attractiveness naturally gives you an advantage.

In a good mood, Lin Yaoxie waved his hand at the Emei women and said, "Alright, it's not a good look for a large group of female disciples to be kneeling on the ground in broad daylight. Stand up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Miejue said on behalf of the Emei disciples.

"It seems the Demon Emperor is quite interested in Zhiruo, which makes things easier." Miejue, known for her ruthless protectiveness, began to have her own plans.

Looking at Zhou Zhiruo beside her, whose face was still flushed and who didn't know how to express herself, she smiled and pulled Zhiruo aside.

He beckoned many disciples of Emei to his side, then said to Lin Yaoxie, "Your Majesty, the reason we of Emei came to Bright Peak today was solely to retrieve the stolen Heaven-Reliant Sword. Now that the sword has been returned to Emei, Your Majesty, what do you suggest we do next?"

Lin Yaoxie scratched the back of his head and pointed behind him: "I haven't really thought about it yet. How about this, Little Extinction, would you like to hear the story about the theft of the Heaven Sword?"

Extinction wasn't stupid; of course, she understood the hidden meaning in Lin Yaoxie's words.

"I'd like to hear it. If Your Majesty doesn't find it troublesome, I hope you won't hesitate to enlighten me." Since she had discerned the hidden meaning in Lin Yaoxie's words, she had to give her leader a chance to continue speaking. That's what a qualified subordinate should do.

Subordinates not only need to do the things assigned by their leaders well, but also need to learn how to flatter them. More importantly, you need to understand the leader's needs, and their needs in all aspects.

She gestured for the Emei Sect members to stand behind Lian Yaoshuo, and Miejue put on a listening expression, truly getting into character.

"Here's what happened," Lin Yaoxie cleared his throat. "The reason why the Heaven Sword disappeared from Emei was all caused by one person, whose name is Cheng Kun."

Lin Yaoxie began to fabricate stories and improvise on the spot.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was still clear enough for anyone in any corner of Bright Summit to hear him.

Those who managed to reach Bright Peak were all extraordinary figures. While marveling at the incredible power of the demons in the Forest of Wonder, they also knew that what the Demon Emperor was about to say wasn't just for the Emei sect, but for everyone.

Lin Yaoxie continued, "This Cheng Kun is a real bastard. Well, 'bastard' probably means he's a real scoundrel. This bastard Cheng Kun is Xie Xun's master, and he and his disciple conspired to stage a self-inflicted injury ruse, allowing Xie Xun to use hatred to kill masters from various sects in the martial arts world."

"Nonsense!" Just as Lin Yaoxie finished speaking, a person rushed down from the direction of the Ming Cult's main hall behind Bright Peak.

This person moved with incredible speed, leaping and traversing with remarkable speed, though his posture wasn't particularly elegant.

"You are not allowed to insult my godfather!" Who was the person who came? Of course, it was Zhang Wuji, whose power had increased once again.

"Brother Wuji!" Zhou Zhiruo cried out as she saw who it was and tried to go to greet them, but was grabbed by Abbess Miejue.

When Zhang Wuji was struck by the Xuanming Divine Palm, he went to Shaolin Temple with Zhang Sanfeng to seek another part of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, but failed. On his way back, he encountered Zhou Zhiruo, who was fleeing from disaster, when he passed by the Han River.

At that time, Zhang Wuji was plagued by illness and had no special feelings for Zhou Zhiruo. It was Zhou Zhiruo who fell in love with Zhang Wuji at first sight and never forgot him from then on.

She recognized Zhang Wuji, but Zhang Wuji did not recognize her.

After glancing at Zhou Zhiruo, Zhang Wuji, his face contorted with rage, pointed at Lin Yaoxie and cursed, "You fiend! For the past five years, I've always thought you were my great benefactor. Until just now, when someone said you were the greatest demon, I didn't believe it. Now look what's happened, you've really slandered my godfather! You are a great demon!"

Lin Yaoxie laughed, and the people from the Emei Sect, and even those from the other five major sects and Yin Yewang, laughed too. They were laughing at this crazy kid who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and couldn't even speak clearly.

However, the people from the six major sects immediately recalled a detail: wasn't there only one person in the world who called Xie Xun "godfather"? They couldn't remember his name, but he was the son of Zhang Cuishan and his wife, who committed suicide to atone for their sins.

The way everyone looked at Zhang Wuji changed. It was no longer the way they would look at a young boy. The shadow of the Dragon-Slaying Saber was reflected in everyone's pupils.

That's human nature; greed is everywhere. Even if a powerful and unfathomable demon emperor were to appear before them, they could become blind to such immense temptation.

Lin Yaoxie said helplessly yet with a hint of mockery, "I told you five years ago that I have no debt to you, so you don't need to thank me. I also told you that we would have a battle. Zhang Wuji, when have I ever lied to you?"

Zhang Wuji thought about it and realized it was true; Lin Yaoxie had indeed said that to him five years ago.

He was not good with words to begin with, and hadn't spoken for more than five years, so he really didn't know how to tell the difference.

Lin Yaoxie turned her head away from him: "Zhang Wuji, let's put our matter aside for now, there's no rush to resolve it. Miejue, Zhiruo, do you still want to hear me continue my story?"

When Lin Yaoxie's gaze fell on Zhou Zhiruo's face, she was glaring at him angrily. The reason for this was probably that Lin Yaoxie had embarrassed her beloved.

Lin Yaoxie was truly jealous: she wondered what was so good about Zhang Wuji that made Zhou Zhiruo fall in love with him at first sight.

Sensing something was amiss, Miejue quickly tried to smooth things over: "We'd love to hear, did Cheng Kun steal the Heaven-Slaying Sword?"

Lin Yaoxie nodded with a pained expression: "That's right. Cheng Kun was competing with Yang Dingtian for the position of leader of the Ming Cult. I had an old friendship with Yang Dingtian, so I helped him out a little and made him the leader."

Lin Yaoxie then became excited: "I never expected that Cheng Kun would take advantage of my return to the Ancient Tomb to launch a coup with several core figures of the cult leader, killing Yang Dingtian. When I arrived after hearing the news, Dingtian was already dead, and Cheng Kun had also escaped."

Chapter 169: The Bald Monk [Third Update]

Lin Yaoxie's words involved secrets of the Ming Cult, and among those present at Bright Peak, only Yin Yewang had any connection to the Ming Cult. Instantly, the gazes of the six major sects swept towards Yin Yewang.

No one knows the true cause of Yang Dingtian's death. Yin Yewang had also heard about Cheng Kun's existence and the affair between the sect leader's wife.

Cheng Kun did indeed kill Xie Xun's family members in order to incite hatred towards the Ming Cult among the martial arts world of the Central Plains, thus provoking Xie Xun to seek revenge against society and search for him.

Everything was in accordance with what Lin Yaoxie had said, and Yin Yewang nodded slightly.

His approval would be equivalent to irrefutable evidence of Lin Yaoxie's words.

"Since Cheng Kun escaped, and I had other things to do at the time, I paid less attention to the Ming Cult. I also didn't punish the other Ming Cult disciples who had doubts. I never expected that this would sow the seeds of disaster." Lin Yaoxie paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.

Lin Yaoxie suddenly raised his voice: "Cheng Kun and Xie Xun's self-inflicted injury scheme really worked. Various sects in the martial arts world are increasingly having opinions about the Ming Cult. Even the Shaolin monk Kongjian was beaten to death by Xie Xun's wild punches."

Upon hearing this, all the monks in the Shaolin camp chanted Buddhist mantras in unison.

Abbot Kongwen stepped forward and said to Lin Yaoxie, "This layman, now that you know the cause and effect, I hope you can hand over Xie Xun and Cheng Kun and give Shaolin justice."

The old drunkard's heart was not in the wine; Sima Zhao's intentions were obvious to everyone.

Everyone understood, and Lin Yaoxie certainly did as well.

But he ignored Kong Wen's words and instead darkened his face: "You bald monk, stop with your hypocritical act. You should ask Zhang Wuji where Xie Xun is, but you're asking us for Cheng Kun? Isn't that the most ridiculous thing ever?"

Kong Wen was stunned, and everyone else was stunned too.

No one expected that the Demon Emperor, who was very amiable to the Emei Sect, would speak rudely to Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin.

The Shaolin monks were shocked and stunned, and Kong Wen was so embarrassed that he couldn't get off the stage.

Since the incident involving the leader of the Eight Immortals during the Tianlong Babu period, Shaolin Temple has kept a low profile and has not been particularly active in recent centuries.

Shaolin Temple was not involved in either the Battle of Xiangyang more than a century ago or the battle between good and evil in Lin'an.

Because in the last hundred years or so, Master Wuse of Shaolin obtained another part of the Nine Yang Skill, and the Shaolin School gradually recovered its vitality and slowly returned to the stage of the martial arts world.

So even though they had heard of the Demon Emperor's reputation for evil, the two did not have much interaction.

"Benefactor Lin—" Kong Wen said patiently, not wanting to offend a master like Lin Yaoxie for no reason.

"Shut up!" Lin Yaoxie shouted. "What kind of benefactor or layperson are you? Call me Demon Emperor."

Lin Yaoxie's aura was so powerful that even the Shaolin abbot, the great monk Kongwen, could not withstand it.

Under the shocked and angry gazes of the Shaolin monks, Kong Wen once again lowered his stance: "Very well, Demon Emperor. Is there a problem with me representing Shaolin in demanding Cheng Kun from the Ming Cult?"

"Cheng Kun is right here in Shaolin, and you still demand that my Ming Cult ask for his help? Isn't that hypocrisy?" Lin Yaoxie's voice was intense.

"What...what do you mean?" Kong Wen was confused.

Lin Yaoxie coldly asked, "Does your Shaolin Temple have a monk named Yuanzhen?"

Without much thought, Kong Wen replied directly, "Of course, Yuan Zhen is the disciple of my senior brother, the Venerable Monk Kong Jian. This siege of Bright Peak was also initiated on the advice of my nephew Yuan Zhen."

Lin Yaoxie waved his hand, interrupting Kong Wen again: "Enough nonsense, bring out your so-called nephew Yuanzhen right now, I have something to say to him."

"Alright." Abbot Kongwen was truly cultured, enduring Lin Yaoxie's relentless pressure time and time again.

He turned to the Shaolin camp and said, "Where is Yuanzhen? Come to the front lines and speak with the Demon Emperor."

The monks were silent; not one of them spoke.

Kong Wen frowned and raised his voice to ask again.

Still, no one agreed.

The monks began to stir, looking at each other, hoping to find Yuanzhen's shadow.

After a brief, noisy argument, Yuanzhen still hadn't come out.

Lin Yaoxie coughed twice impatiently: "Where's Yuanzhen?"

"This—" Abbot Kongwen was a little embarrassed.

A tall, thin Zen master stepped forward from the crowd, holding one palm in front of his chest: "Reporting to Abbot Brother, just before the general attack on Bright Peak, Yuanzhen was still in the formation. But in just a short while, he disappeared."

The four great masters of Shaolin are Kongwen, Kongzhi, and Kongwen. Kongwen was killed by Xie Xun, and the Zen master speaking here is the third great master, Kongzhi.

“Demon Emperor.” Abbot Kongwen sighed, “Unfortunately, Yuanzhen is not here.”

Lin Yaoxie laughed loudly, "Of course he's not here. It would be strange if he were."

Even with his excellent self-control, Kong Wen couldn't stand Lin Yaoxie's repeated sarcasm: "Why is the Demon Emperor laughing? Do you know where Yuanzhen is?"

"Of course?" Lin Yaoxie raised his hand in mid-air and clapped his hands. "Where are my followers of the Ming Cult?"

"Fan Yao, Wei Yixiao, the Five Wanderers, and the Five Flag Masters are here!" A series of thunderous roars came from the direction of the Ming Cult palace, like rolling thunder, and a group of twelve people appeared like twelve demon gods.

The scarred monk Fan Yao carried a corpse in each hand, while the Green-Winged Bat King beside him also carried a corpse.

Before anyone else could understand what was happening, Zhang Wuji was the first to shout, "You bastard! How can you treat my grandfather and benefactor like this?"

It spun around, drawing circles as it charged forward.

The Green-Winged Bat King chuckled and tossed the corpse in his hand toward Zhang Wuji: "Hey, silly boy, catch your grandpa."

The corpse flew towards him, and Zhang Wuji quickly stopped spinning, caught it, and knelt on the ground, wailing loudly.

This little episode had just ended, and the Shaolin monks were just about to hear what Lin Yaoxie had to say next when Yin Yewang, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly got angry again.

"Father, Father, what's wrong?"

With a leap, Yin Yewang charged towards Zhang Wuji like a madman.

The six major sects all thought that Yin Yewang was trying to capture Zhang Wuji by surprise and then interrogate him about the whereabouts of Xie Xun and the Butcher's Saber.

Even Zhang Wuji thought the same thing and instinctively struck Yin Yewang with a palm strike.

Chapter 170: Failed to Subdue the Demon [Fourth Update]

Yin Yewang extended both hands simultaneously, his ten fingers forming claws, but he did not aim for Zhang Wuji's vital points, but only for his wrists.

Yin Yewang was considered a first-rate master, but compared to Zhang Wuji, whose internal energy had reached its peak, there was a gap.