Chapter 34: Tang San: I am determined to send myself away today (Second Update)

On Mount Wudang.

"Zhang Sanfeng, you are making an enemy of the entire Wulin!"

Abbess Miejue, having been fiercely rebuked by Zhang Sanfeng, saw that he dared to be so arrogant and shouted once again.

This time, the six major sects had come together.

Their purpose was the whereabouts of Xie Xun, and their goal was to seize Xie Xun's Dragon-Slaying Saber.

If Wudang were sensible, they would obediently reveal Xie Xun's whereabouts.

If they were not sensible, then the six major sects were not to be trifled with.

Sure enough, as Zhang Sanfeng’s words were spoken, the gazes of the people from the six major sects became sharp.

In an instant, before the vast Mount Wudang, swords were drawn and bows were bent; the atmosphere became tense.

Master Kongwen, standing before the Shaolin Temple, had an even uglier expression on his face.

Just a moment ago, Zhang Sanfeng had actually called him a Shaolin bald donkey in front of a crowd of Wulin heroes!

How could this be tolerated?

Today, they, Shaolin and Wudang, must have a reckoning!

Watching the atmosphere beneath the mountain gate become so tense.

Tang San, moved, gritted his teeth, wanting to head down the mountain.

But just as he made a move, he was stopped by Song Yuanqiao.

"Junior Brother, don't be hasty!"

Speaking in a consoling tone, Song Yuanqiao was not in the least bit anxious.

He had great confidence in Zhang Sanfeng's current strength.

After all, the improvement from the immortal fate was truly too great.

With his current strength, he would not be afraid of facing the six major sects.

"Senior Brother, Master is willing to tear his face off with Shaolin for my sake, but I cannot put Master and the sect in danger!"

But as Song Yuanqiao's words were spoken, Tang San, standing to the side, would not have it.

Didn't he see that Master had called the Shaolin high monk a bald donkey for his sake!

No, as a disciple of Master, he had to go down and prove his resolve with death, instantly resolving the siege of Wudang!

Song Yuanqiao, holding Tang San's hand, was stunned for a moment upon hearing Tang San's words.

What on earth?

Master called the Shaolin high monk a bald donkey for your sake?

Junior Brother, are you overestimating yourself too much!

Song Yuanqiao’s gaze looked at Tang San as if he were caring for a mentally disabled person.

Junior Brother, stop that nonsense!

The reason Master is angry has absolutely nothing to do with you!

Knowing that Tang San had misunderstood, Song Yuanqiao was not prepared to explain it to him right now.

After all, this was a long story.

And because Song Yuanqiao did not explain, it only deepened Tang San's conjecture.

That gaze, which looked as if it were regarding a mentally disabled person, appeared to Tang San as...

Jealousy, that was naked jealousy!

Jealousy of his status in Master's heart!

Thinking of this, Tang San became even more unable to bear it.

No, Master is so good to him, how could he drag the sect into danger!

He must prove his resolve with death!

Thinking of this, Tang San's motivation became even stronger.

And Zhang Sanfeng, down below, did not yet know that his disciple had gotten the wrong idea.

Right now, he was still venting the anger that Xuan Ci and Xuan Ji had brought upon him.

"Making an enemy of the Wulin?"

Looking at Abbess Miejue, who dared to clamor at him, Zhang Sanfeng moved in a flash and arrived directly in front of her.

"Bang!"

With a light flick of his sleeve, Abbess Miejue, having almost no chance to react, was sent staggering back by Zhang Sanfeng’s surging internal energy.

"A mere junior, daring to speak such words!"

Zhang Sanfeng shouted, his voice, containing deep internal energy, exploding across Mount Wudang.

A mere Abbess Miejue actually dared to call him, Zhang Sanfeng, out.

Even the founder of the Emei Sect, Guo Xiang, was only his peer!

If not for the sake of Guo Xiang, Abbess Miejue would have already been severely injured by that strike just now.

This sudden scene made the people of the six major sects feel as if they were facing a great enemy.

Zhang Sanfeng’s sudden attack exceeded their expectations.

After all, in their view, they were numerous and powerful; how dared Zhang Sanfeng make a move!

Even if they wore him down one by one, they could exhaust him to death.

"Amitabha, Zhang Zhenren, is this not going too far!"

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng strike so fiercely, the Shaolin Temple could no longer sit idly by.

Master Kongwen pressed his palms together, stepped forward, and spoke.

"Too far?"

Looking at the Shaolin bald donkey, Zhang Sanfeng became angry.

"You are dignified members of the Wulin righteous path; if you want to find Xie Xun, then just go find him!"

"But Xie Xun is neither a member of my Wudang, nor is he on my Mount Wudang; why have you come to my Mount Wudang to ask!"

"If you want to take revenge but cannot find him, that is simply your own incompetence!"

Facing the crowd of the six major sects, Zhang Sanfeng opened fire on everyone at once.

After obtaining the immortal fate, Zhang Sanfeng’s mindset had gradually changed.

Especially after drinking the watermelon juice and seeing the hope of longevity, he seemed to have had a great awakening.

What Wulin reputation, what Dragon-Slaying Saber!

What use is that stuff!

Can it make one stronger? Can it grant longevity?

So what if he offended the six major sects.

A hundred years from now, these people before him will all be dead, while he, Zhang Sanfeng, will still be living well; just ask them if they are angry!

Zhang Sanfeng’s unceremonious bombardment not only stunned the people of the six major sects, but also dumbfounded the people on Mount Wudang.

Watching their own Sect Master be so domineering and mighty, many were stunned.

Looking back at the sign for the hundredth birthday celebration, then looking at Zhang Sanfeng, who was bombarding a group of people.

They always felt that everything was so discordant!

Tang San, held back by Song Yuanqiao, had tears of emotion flowing from his eyes.

Master said these words, and he still says it wasn't for him!

This was clearly standing up for him!

No, he could not continue to watch the show here.

He had to go down; he had to fight side by side with Master!

However, his right hand was held tightly by Song Yuanqiao; no matter how hard Tang San struggled, it was to no avail.

Involuntarily, the look in Tang San’s eyes as he looked at Song Yuanqiao changed.

Senior Brother, you have changed.

You weren't like this before!

But now, because of Master’s affection, you have changed.

You have started to become jealous of him!

The best proof is that you are holding him tightly right now, not letting him go to prove his resolve with death!

Sensing Tang San’s gaze, the corners of Song Yuanqiao’s mouth twitched slightly.

Junior Brother, can you not be so dramatic!

Master is doing this purely because of the immortal fate, wanting to show off today!

Senior Brother is also doing this for your own good.

If you go down, wouldn't you ruin the atmosphere of Master showing off?

However, Tang San naturally would not understand the meaning conveyed in Song Yuanqiao’s eyes.

Right now, he was only thinking of going down to prove his resolve with death!

Watching his junior brother in such a state, Song Yuanqiao was helpless for a moment.

Good fellow, you really are determined to send yourself away today!