The Demon King, reborn in Japan as a monk

Money? Fame? Or power?

Extinction remained silent, because she had never seriously thought about this matter, and naturally did not know what she was pursuing after doing so many things.

Although her wish was always to expel the Tartars, in reality, aside from coveting the Dragon-Slaying Saber and wanting to use it to break the Heaven-Reliant Sword and retrieve the secret manual hidden within, she really didn't do anything to restore China...

If, when traveling the martial arts world, one sees a Mongol committing a crime and intervenes out of righteousness, that counts too.

Compared to the Ming Cult, which was determined to rebel from its inception, what she did was really insignificant.

"Let me tell you something else."

"What?" Extinction asked instinctively.

“The Ming Cult has a new leader, and he is none other than one of my clones. So the Ming Cult you are about to attack is the new Ming Cult led by me, and it will be the main force in the future campaign to expel the Tartars. Are you sure you still want to participate in this operation according to the enemy’s plan?” Ishihara Akira asked, looking at the furrowed brows of the Extinction Sect before him.

"What new leader of the Ming Cult? When?" Miejue asked in surprise.

"About half a month ago, shortly after Master Zhang and the others left, I controlled Yang Xiao to complete the unification of the Ming Cult," Shi Yuanzhang said with a smile. At the same time, he glanced at Ji Xiaofu, whose expression had suddenly changed, with a lewd look, wanting to see how she was feeling.

"Yang Xiao? Yang Xiao! As long as you bring back Yang Xiao's head, I will not attend this gathering of the six major sects!" Miejue muttered to herself for a while, then said fiercely with a murderous look on her face.

"Master, no!" Ji Xiaofu cried out.

Miejue suddenly turned her head and looked at Ji Xiaofu, who was struggling to get up and kneel down to kowtow.

“Xiaofu, you…” Miejue’s expression changed.

“It’s exactly what you think. Because of your arrangements back then, Ji Xiaofu fell into Yang Xiao’s hands. Yang Xiao then forcibly took her body and left a deep mark on her heart, making Xiaofu fall in love with him uncontrollably, so…” Ishihara Sho shrugged.

"How could you tolerate Xiaofu still thinking about other men?" Miejue asked incredulously.

Chapter 360 Alliance

This is why, due to the balance of Yin and Yang, Miejue's temper is no longer as explosive as before. In addition, she does not know Yang Buhui's identity, and there is no additional stimulation. Given her current state, she would not have questioned Ishihara, but would have slapped Ji Xiaofu to death as in the original work.

"Why can't I accept it?" Ishihara Akira chuckled. "Don't you think it's quite interesting to make a woman who already has someone she loves, forced to writhe and submit to me for various reasons?"

“Even if there’s a chance—like this gathering of the six major sects, I could go with you all, and when I see Yang Xiao, I could let him see Xiao Fu in my arms. Or even worse, I could use a secret technique to control Xiao Fu and make her cooperate with the plan to secretly escape from the camp to see Yang Xiao. Then, while she’s reminiscing about our past relationship with Yang Xiao, I could suddenly strike and kill him with a single sword strike. Wouldn’t that be something to look forward to?”

"You're such a bastard." Upon hearing this, Miejue's face was completely dumbfounded. She and Ji Xiaofu, who was also looking up at Ishihara, stared at him in astonishment.

"You already knew about this, didn't you?" Ishihara Akira grabbed Miejue's body hard and grinned wickedly.

"Fine, then let's do as you say, let Xiaofu kill Yang Xiao with her own hands! That way I'll forgive her," Miejue said viciously.

Although she was utterly disappointed in Gu Hongzi because of Ishihara Sho's actions, it was still a hatred that had accumulated for more than ten or twenty years, and it was not something that could be easily let go of. Therefore, after learning about this novel way of revenge, she naturally wanted to make Yang Xiao lose his life in despair in order to relieve her hatred!

She even became much more serious about using it as an aid for arm strength training.

"Master?!" Ji Xiaofu cried out in anguish.

"Don't worry, I'll erase all your memories of Yang Xiao afterward and replace him with someone who looks like me. I promise you won't regret it or suffer any pain." Ishihara Akira used one hand to rub Ji Xiaofu's head, while simultaneously planting a message in her mind that suicide was forbidden, and smiled.

Ji Xiaofu remained silent, her face filled with sorrow as she silently endured everything before her.

……

Some time later, somewhere outside Yanmen Pass.

"Look, someone's coming!" In a camp filled with military tents typical of this era, a disciple on patrol pointed warily at the dust rising in the distance.

Judging from the scale alone, the number of people who came was not small, and there were at least 20 horses.

Although it seems like fewer people compared to other sects that send out forty or fifty people, it also depends on the quality of the personnel. What if they are all experts?

So while remaining vigilant, the patrolling disciples were also filled with anticipation for the newcomer.

Soon after, the disciple exclaimed in surprise.

"They're from the Wudang Sect!"

"Quickly, go back and report to the sect leader."

Then one of the disciples quickly left the patrol team and ran back towards the center of the camp.

Then, as the camp thronged with people, a group of bald men, along with some renowned experts, appeared in the camp and quickly walked towards the direction from which the people were coming.

Naturally, the Wudang Sect members also arrived near the camp at this time, dismounted, and took the initiative to greet them.

"Song Yuanqiao of Wudang greets Master Kongwen, Senior Tang, Headmaster He..." Song Yuanqiao, displaying the demeanor befitting a Wudang headmaster, greeted Kongwen, He Taichong, Tang Wenliang, Xianyu Chong, and others in the crowd.

"Thank you all for your hard work. Did you encounter any trouble on the way?" Kong Wen murmured a Buddhist chant and asked with concern.

"Fortunately, we didn't encounter any trouble," Song Yuanqiao said, shaking his head.

"Are there only a few of you from Wudang?" He Taichong asked, frowning.

"Our Wudang sect has only been established for a short time, and we don't have many disciples. In addition, we Wudang are a Taoist sect and have little interest in the fighting and killing in the martial arts world. However, we don't want to offend our fellow practitioners, so we had to select some capable disciples, and then I, the incompetent disciple, led them to keep this appointment," Song Yuanqiao replied very modestly.

"If you don't like fighting and killing, yet you have the guts to sneak into the capital and enter the Prince of Ruyang's residence at night, wouldn't you just sneak into the palace to assassinate the prince if you were interested?" Xianyu Chong sneered sarcastically.

However, it's not entirely his fault. After all, their Huashan Sect is located in the north, and just beyond that lies the border region, making it one of the sects most vulnerable to invasion by nomadic tribes. Consequently, when policies changed, large landowners like them were the first to be affected, so it's only natural that they harbored resentment.

"However, I heard that Zhang Wuxia of Wudang has come back to life. I wonder if he came along this time as well." Then, Tang Wenliang, who was standing next to him, asked meaningfully while looking at the Wudang disciples.

"Cuishan, I don't know where Elder Tang heard this absurd rumor. Cuishan's death was witnessed by all of you. Now you're saying he's come back to life? Are you trying to use this unfounded excuse to attack Wudang? If so, then Wudang will not play along." Song Yuanqiao's expression changed upon hearing this, and he responded coldly with great dissatisfaction.

Although there were only about twenty disciples here, far fewer than the combined number of disciples from Shaolin, Huashan, Kongtong, and Kunlun, Song Yuanqiao did not hesitate. He knew that he had to forcefully refute Tang Wenliang and the others' speculations, otherwise, if things dragged on, there might be another scene of heroes attacking Wudang.

Or they could simply set up a stage here and start performing, which is not what he wants to see.

This is why he didn't bring Zhang Cuishan with him this time when he went down the mountain, but only brought Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, Mo Shenggu, and other Wudang disciples.

I just don't want to cause any more trouble for Wudang or Zhang Cuishan!

“We’ve only heard this secondhand. Since Master Song says that Zhang Wuxia didn’t come back to life, we’re naturally willing to believe him. Come on, this isn’t the place to talk. Let’s go inside and discuss this.” Seeing the somewhat tense atmosphere, Kong Wen stepped forward and advised with a smile.

"Then I, Yuanqiao, will respectfully accept your offer," Song Yuanqiao said with a smile as he alighted from his sedan chair.

He then called to his disciples and they walked together into the camp.

However, before they could take more than a few steps, a huge shadow suddenly loomed over everyone's heads, causing them to instinctively look up at the sky.

Then, the people from the four sects of Shaolin, Huashan, Kongtong, and Kunlun stood there, speechless, staring in disbelief at the huge flower boat slowly descending from the sky.

The reason is simple: everything before their eyes was far beyond their comprehension.

"It's the Emei Sect!" Song Yuanqiao, who had just joined the crowd, exclaimed in surprise.

Chapter 361 Meeting of Good and Evil

"What did you say? This is the Emei Sect?" Xianyu Chong, who had overheard Song Yuanqiao's words, exclaimed in disbelief.

"You didn't know?" Song Yuanqiao asked, feigning surprise.

He thought it was common knowledge that there were immortals in the Emei Sect, but it turns out that only the Wudang Sect knew about it.

Everyone shook their heads, indicating that they had never known that the Emei Sect had changed so dramatically.

"You must have heard about the immortals and sword immortals of the Emei Sect in the martial arts world, right?" Song Yuanqiao asked again with a smile.

"You mean to say that it's not just an exaggerated rumor spread by ignorant people, but a fact?" Tang Wenliang's expression tightened upon hearing this, and he couldn't help but ask for confirmation.

“That’s right, there are indeed immortals in Emei, and quite a few of the Emei disciples are indeed sword immortals,” Song Yuanqiao affirmed.

"hiss……"

Immediately, everyone gasped, especially Shaolin. They had thought that by organizing the six major sects to jointly attack the Ming Cult, Shaolin's prestige would be further enhanced, and they would officially solidify their position as the leader of the righteous path in the martial arts world. Now, it seemed that they would be doing all the work for the Emei Sect, making their reputation shine.

Similarly, there was Yuanzhen, who was lurking in the Shaolin sect. He never expected that the rumors in the martial arts world, which seemed like a joke, would actually become true.

However, compared to worrying about the princess's plans, he was actually secretly delighted!

After all, the Emei Sect has become a sect of immortals, so the chances of destroying the Ming Cult and avenging the death of his childhood sweetheart by the Ming Cult leader Yang Dingtian are probably much greater, or even foolproof, right?

Therefore, as long as he can achieve his own goal, he doesn't care whether the princess's goal of weakening the martial arts world can be achieved.

In any case, his purpose in joining the Prince of Ruyang's forces was simply to use the power of the imperial court to eliminate the Ming Cult.

Yuanzhen then composed himself and joined the others in watching the flower boat descend from the sky.

Then, the flower boat stopped above everyone's heads, about two or three meters above the ground. One by one, Emei disciples appeared at the edge of the flower boat and, without hesitation, jumped off...

Yes, skip directly.

After all, they were less than ten meters above the ground. With their strength, even without external assistance, they could barely manage it using their lightness skills alone. Moreover, before they jumped, Ishihara Akira had placed a lightness charm on everyone, minimizing the damage to them. So they jumped with complete peace of mind and ease...

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Just like dumplings being dropped into a pot, all the disciples of Emei landed on the ground cleared out by the people in the camp.

Finally, there were Miejue, Jingxuan, Bei Jinyi, Ji Xiaofu, and Ding Minjun.

After they all disembarked, Shi Yuanzhang then put away the flying flower boat. Calm and unhurried, like an immortal, he stepped through the void and landed on the ground, standing beside Abbess Miejue.

After that, there was a routine of small talk, and everyone entered the camp at Kong Wen's invitation. The disciples set up camp outside, while the leaders gathered in the main tent to discuss the next action plan.

Ishihara Akira was fortunate enough to sit inside and listen, but he wasn't very interested, because no matter how well they planned, things wouldn't go as they expected, because he would also have his own contingency plans.

So after listening to the general arrangements of the other factions, Ishihara Akira turned his attention to something else—

For example, he openly scrutinized He Taichong's wife, Ban Shuxian, admiring her unique charm, which was different from that of Miejue and even the disciples of Emei.

Well, I'll also take the opportunity to observe the looks of the few female disciples brought from Kunlun, Huashan, and Kongtong sects, and compare them with the disciples from Emei, appreciating the different beauties from all over the Central Plains.

"As expected, the Emei disciples are still superior in looks and figure..."

……

After staying at the camp for a day, the six major sects, now officially assembled, set off again, heading towards Tianshan Mountain and towards Bright Peak, where the Ming Cult was located.

Despite their long and arduous journey, including poor food and sleep, they have yet to encounter a single attack from the Ming Cult. This was something the leaders of the six major sects had originally anticipated would be absolutely impossible!

After all, although this place is still within the Kunlun Sect's sphere of influence, it is also within the Ming Cult's sphere of influence. Given the scale of their operation, the Ming Cult could not possibly be unaware of their existence and purpose. In other words, according to normal logic, they should have already been attacked.

But as it turned out, they encountered absolutely no problems, which made them slightly more relaxed, but also more vigilant.

Because such unexpected situations often represent the calm before the storm, a harbinger of an impending terrible tempest, leaving them no choice but to be cautious.

And so, the group braved the elements and slept outdoors, leaving the Kunlun Sect's sphere of influence and officially setting foot on the Ming Cult's territory.