Chapter 1887

But this martial art was too enchanting.

Any martial artist who obtained the sword manual could hardly resist its temptation, as if someone were whispering seduction into their ear.

"Abbot, so many martial artists have gathered at Songshan—what should we do?"

"Yes, if they keep blocking us like this, where's our peace?"

Fang Zheng waved his hand and said, "I've already planned for this—just focus on organizing the Wu Lin Assembly."

The imperial court's plan had long been set in motion.

As a component of that plan, Fang Zheng had no choice.

"Are you saying—we should also compete for the position of Alliance Leader?"

The monks in this temple were never truly detached or ascetic, and with the Biexie Sword Art as a factor, their personalities grew even more extreme and aggressive.

Hearing this, their hearts burned even hotter.

Fang Zheng paused, unable to expose the imperial court's plan, so he merely nodded slightly in agreement.

"Exactly. If these outlaws can do it, why can't we?"

"Abbot, you're brilliant!"

The crowd rejoiced, boasted for a while, then departed to oversee the Wu Lin Assembly.

Thus, half a day later.

On the flat ground atop Songshan, dozens of fighting platforms had been erected, flags fluttering everywhere—utterly bustling.

"Is this really the Wu Lin Assembly?"

"Awesome—this world is becoming harder and harder to understand!"

In a corner, four men and one woman frowned, whispering quietly.

"Wasn't this supposed to be the Xiao Ao Jianghu world? How come Yue Buqun of Huashan is already dead, and Dongfang Bubai too?"

"Lin Pingzhi has even become the Sword Saint. This world is too strange—did the Master God misalign the timeline?"

The lead man had a full forehead and a round jaw, his aura extraordinary, radiating an air of quiet authority.

At this moment, the man looked deeply conflicted.

"Captain, logically that's correct—but can the Master God make mistakes?"

"It's odd. Lin Pingzhi became the Sword Saint. According to what we've heard, he's already over fifty—this is way too far from the Xiao Ao timeline. How could the Master God make such a huge error?"

"No, these details aren't important. Shouldn't we be focusing on the mission?" spoke the only woman in the team.

The woman looked utterly ordinary—the kind you'd never spot in a crowd.

In a normal world, such appearance would naturally be a disadvantage, offering no advantages.

But in the Master God's space, this appearance was a huge advantage.

Without striking looks, no one would covet you, reducing many dangers.

Unnoticed, you could hide and strike from the shadows.

The captain sighed: "Mission? It doesn't matter if we care. The first task is to obtain the Biexie Sword Art and sever its lineage."

"It's easy to obtain the Biexie Sword Art now—but can we really sever its lineage?"

Zhou Yu spread his hands, looking helpless.

There were at least ten thousand people cultivating the Biexie Sword Art, scattered across the land.

Severing the Biexie lineage? Ridiculous—how could this mission possibly be completed?

PS: Thank you to @Shengqian for the push, and to the big boss for your support.

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