Chapter 1410: Zhang Sanfeng: Humiliation

Wu Dangpai.

Since Zhang Sanfeng founded Wu Dangpai, it has been the most watched sect in the Wu Lin.

At the end of the Yuan dynasty, Zhang Sanfeng of Wu Dangpai was famed throughout the land, and the Seven Sons of Wu Dang were also renowned heroes of the Jianghu.

Yet this was merely fame within the Jianghu; to those in official circles, they were merely a band of warriors—except for Zhang Zhenren, a cultivated immortal held in high esteem, the others were nothing but skilled martial artists.

When Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang of the Great Ming established his dynasty, Wu Dangpai's tone shifted, becoming a sect repeatedly honored by imperial edicts, thriving immensely.

Wu Dangpai gained status in official circles, no longer looked down upon; instead, many sons of officials took pride in joining Wu Dangpai to master fine martial arts.

And Zhuo Yihang was precisely one of them.

His grandfather was the Governor of Yunnan and Guizhou; his father rose to the rank of Vice Minister of Revenue.

With such a family background, his joining Wu Dangpai clearly showed how esteemed the sect was among the orthodox factions.

But today's situation was not at all auspicious.

In the empty air, a woman stood suspended, as if a celestial immortal had descended.

The entire Wu Dangpai was stunned.

Even Wu Dangpai's finest lightness skill could only pause in midair for a few breaths—standing motionless in empty space was something no one dared imagine.

Even if Zhang Sanfeng himself were resurrected, he could not do it.

"Are you all disciples of Wu Dangpai?"

Lian Nishang's gaze was indifferent. "So this is all there is? I thought Zhang Zhenren's legacy would be far more profound!"

"Witch! A scholar would rather die than be humiliated. You insult our Ancestor—I will fight you to the death!"

Zhenyang True Person's face flushed with rage as he drew his sword.

Lian Nishang laughed lightly: "Is that so?"

With a thought, a strand of true qi took form—a rope slicing through empty space, arriving in an instant.

Before Zhenyang True Person could react, the rope bound him and hung him from a nearby tree.

Seeing their Sect Master bound, the Wu Dangpai Elders drew their swords and rushed forward to fight—but they could not even touch her.

Lian Nishang showed no favoritism; she manipulated her true qi again, binding them all and hanging them from the trees.

In an instant, dozens were hanging from the trees; if their faces were any paler, the common folk might have come to believe the tree was a man-eating demon.

"Who is Zhuo Yihang?"

Lian Nishang asked softly.

As soon as she spoke, the crowd fell silent; many stepped back subtly, isolating one man.

Lian Nishang looked—and saw that he had skin as white as Bai Yu, strikingly handsome, with an extraordinary aura.

Any ordinary woman would have been moved by him.

But now, she felt disappointment, a sudden pang of desolation.

"So this is all there is!"

Having become a phoenix soaring through the nine heavens, one naturally sees the hawk as merely mediocre.

With a thought, Zhenyang True Person, Baishi Dao Ren, and others tumbled from the trees, crashing to the ground.

The suddenness caught them off guard; they had not summoned their true qi, so the elderly were left bruised and groaning in pain.

Zhuo Yihang and the others hurried forward to help them up.

When they finished, and turned to search again, the woman had vanished.

"Good! Yihang, where did you provoke such a master?" Baishi Dao Ren's gaze was sharp.

Zhenyang True Person waved his hand: "Don't be like that. Yihang, tell us: when did you meet this woman? What grievance exists between you? If you truly offended her, you should go and apologize."

As Sect Master, he must understand worldly matters.

If such a person could be turned from enemy to ally, it would be a tremendous blessing for Wu Dangpai.

"Master, I have trained at Wu Dangpai since childhood—I've never even left the mountain. How could I have met that immortal lady?" Zhuo Yihang was deeply embarrassed. "Could someone be impersonating me, committing misdeeds outside, prompting her to come here?"

Zhenyang True Person fell into thought.

He knew his own disciple well—he was a pure-hearted, upright cultivator who had spent his entire life at Wu Dangpai; he could never have done anything wicked to others.

Others nodded slightly, believing him ninety percent.

Zhuo Yihang's past conduct had always won him favor.

At least his peers and elders had praised him highly.

"It must be so!" Zhenyang True Person sighed deeply. "Yihang, you and your junior brothers descend the mountain and investigate—see if you can uncover any clues."

As he spoke, hurried footsteps approached.

"Report! Disaster!"

"What is so alarming?"

"Sect Master—the mountain's base has changed hands!"

Zhenyang True Person was startled: "Changed hands? Which faction?"

"Rumors say the leader is the Jade Luo Sha—a woman who can fly through the sky and vanish underground, wielding immense divine power. Sect Master, should we aid the Great Ming?"

Zhenyang True Person's face darkened.

Normally, hearing of someone flying through the sky, he would have dismissed it as nonsense.

But after what had just happened, he dared not take it lightly.

He glanced at Baishi Dao Ren and the others—all wore the same expression—and he immediately made up his mind.

"Wu Dangpai shall immediately seal the mountain. Except for the firewood monks sent to buy grain, no one may descend without permission. Yihang, forget what just happened—you are not to leave the mountain either."

"Yes."

Hearing the Sect Master's order, everyone understood.

The faction at the foot of the mountain is very likely the faction of that fairy lady from earlier.

Are they tired of living, daring to meddle in something like that?

Even though the Great Ming has shown great kindness to Wu Dangpai, there is no need for them to offend people among the immortals.

Only the disciple who had gone to deliver the message, having not witnessed what had just happened, looked completely bewildered.

It was only after the crowd explained the matter to him that he suddenly realized what had happened.

Although he did not believe it, the moment he saw the Sect Master and the many Elders all looking disheveled and dust-covered, he knew the enemy was formidable.

Chat Group.

Lian Nichang: "【Video】 Took a trip to Wu Dangpai. The Wu Dangpai here doesn't seem all that impressive."

Xiaomai: "??? What realm are you, and what realm are the people of Wu Dangpai? Aren't you just going there to bully the little kids?"

Su Xiaoxiao: "Hehe, just as I said, Miss Lian wouldn't let Zhuo Yihang off so easily."

Li Yingqiong: "Sister Lian didn't really do anything, did she? A bit anticlimactic."

Lian Nichang: "There's no grudge between us, so why all the fighting and killing? Right now, I'm about to dominate the world. Why waste time at Wu Dangpai?"

Yue Buqun: "Haha… the Wu Dangpai legacy is nothing special! Zhang Zhenren, don't you have anything to say?"

Su Xiaoxiao: "Wu Dangpai lost again, again, again!"

Zhang Sanfeng: "Has my Wu Dangpai really lost that many times? Nonsense. Besides, the Zhang Sanfeng Miss Lian is talking about is a Zhang Sanfeng from another world — what does it have to do with me?"

Zhang Junbao: "It has nothing to do with me either."