Chapter 34: Zhang Cuishan: I Will Send Myself Off Today (Second Update)

On Wudang Mountain

"Zhang Sanfeng, you are making an enemy of the Wu Lin!"

Having been fiercely rebuked by Zhang Sanfeng, Abbess Mie Jue looked at him, seeing he dared to be so arrogant, and shouted once more.

This time, their six major sects had arrived together.

Their purpose was to seek Xie Xun's whereabouts and to seize Xie Xun's Dragon-Slaying Saber.

If Wudang knew what was good for them, they should obediently reveal Xie Xun's whereabouts.

If they did not know what was good for them, then their six major sects were not ones to be trifled with.

Indeed, as Zhang Sanfeng's words were spoken, the crowd of the six major sects had their gazes turn sharp.

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

Before Shaolin Temple, Master Master Master Kongwen's face was even more hideous.

Just now, Zhang Sanfeng had actually, in front of a crowd of Wu Lin heroes, called him a bald Shaolin donkey!

Could this be endured?

Today, their Shaolin and Wudang must have a reckoning!

Looking down at the mountain gate, where the atmosphere was so tense.

Zhang Cuishan, moved, also gritted his teeth and wanted to descend the mountain.

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

"Junior brother, do not rush!"

Speaking words of comfort, Song Yuanqiao was actually 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.

Relying on his current strength, he would not fear even the six major sects.

"Senior brother, Master, for my sake, is willing to tear open his skin with Shaolin, but I cannot place Master and the sect in danger!"

But as Song Yuanqiao's words were spoken, Zhang Cuishan, standing nearby, would not have it.

Did he not see that Master, for his sake, had called Shaolin's Gao Seng a bald donkey?

No, as Master's disciple, he must go down and prove his resolve with death, instantly relieving Wudang's siege!

Song Yuanqiao, holding Zhang Cuishan's hand, hearing Zhang Cuishan's words, could not help but pause for a moment.

What is this?

Master called Shaolin's Gao Seng a bald donkey for your sake?

Junior brother, are you not overestimating yourself!

Song Yuanqiao's gaze looked at Zhang Cuishan as if caring for an idiot.

Junior brother, you just calm down for a while!

The reason Master is angered has not a single penny's worth of connection to you!

Knowing Zhang Cuishan had misunderstood, Song Yuanqiao did not prepare to explain to him right now.

After all, this matter is a long story.

And Song Yuanqiao not opening his mouth to explain only strengthened Zhang Cuishan's conjecture.

That gaze, as if looking at an idiot, in Zhang Cuishan's view.

Jealousy, that was naked jealousy!

Jealousy of his own status in Master's heart!

Thinking of this, Zhang Cuishan felt even more unable to bear it.

No, Master has been so good to me, how can I drag the sect into danger!

I must prove my resolve with death!

Thinking of this, Zhang Cuishan's motivation became even stronger.

And down below, Zhang Sanfeng did not yet know his disciple had misunderstood.

Right now, he was still venting the anger brought upon him by Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji.

"Making an enemy of the Wu Lin?"

Looking at Abbess Mie Jue, who dared to speak up and challenge him, Zhang Sanfeng, in a flash of movement, directly arrived before her.

"Bang!"

With a slight wave of his sleeve, Abbess Mie Jue, having almost no chance to react, was directly knocked backward by Zhang Sanfeng's immense internal force.

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

Zhang Sanfeng shouted loudly, his words, imbued with profound internal force, exploded across Wudang Mountain.

A mere Abbess Mie Jue, dares to call me Zhang Sanfeng.

Even Emei Sect's founder, Guo Xiang, was merely his peer!

That strike just now, if not for the sake of Guo Xiang, Abbess Mie Jue would already be severely injured at this moment.

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

Zhang Sanfeng's sudden attack was beyond 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 wear him to death.

"Amitabha, True Person Zhang, have you not gone too far!"

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng attack so fiercely, Shaolin Temple could not sit idly by.

Master Master Master Kongwen clasped his hands together, stepped forward one pace, and spoke a word.

"It's over?"

Looking at the Shaolin bald donkeys, Zhang Sanfeng was instantly irritated.

"You so-called upright members of the Wu Lin, if you want to find Xie Xun, then go look for him!"

"But Xie Xun is neither one of my Wudang people, nor is he within my Wudang Mountain — what are you coming to my Wudang Mountain to ask about!"

"You want revenge but can't find him — that's your own incompetence!"

Facing the crowd from the Liuda Sect, Zhang Sanfeng at this moment directly opened fire with a map-cannon, carpet-bombing the entire field.

After gaining sight of immortal fate, Zhang Sanfeng's mentality had gradually changed.

Especially after drinking the watermelon juice and seeing the hope of long life and enduring vision, he became as though thoroughly enlightened.

What martial world reputation! What Heaven-Slaying Saber!

What use is that thing!

Can it make you stronger? Can it grant longevity?

So what if it offends the Liuda Sect.

A hundred years from now, all these people before him will have kicked the bucket, while he, Zhang Sanfeng, is still alive and well — let's just ask them if they're pissed!

Zhang Sanfeng's unceremonious bombardment not only stunned the crowd of the Liuda Sect, but also dumbfounded everyone on Wudang Mountain.

Watching their own sect leader being so domineering and mighty, quite a few people were stupefied.

They looked back at the signboard for the hundredth birthday celebration, then looked again at Zhang Sanfeng bombarding a crowd of people.

They just felt that everything was so out of harmony!

Zhang Cuishan, who was being held back by Song Yuanqiao, had tears of gratitude welling up in his eyes.

Master's words — and he still says it's not for my sake!

This is clearly standing up for me!

No, he can't just stand here watching the show any longer.

He has to go down — he has to fight side by side with Master!

But with his right hand gripped tightly by Song Yuanqiao, no matter how hard Zhang Cuishan struggled, it was useless.

Involuntarily, the look in Zhang Cuishan's eyes toward Song Yuanqiao changed.

Senior brother, you've changed.

You weren't like this before!

But now, because of Master's affection, you've changed.

You've started to become jealous of him!

The best proof is that you're gripping him tightly right now, not letting him go down to prove his resolve through death!

Feeling Zhang Cuishan's gaze, the corner of Song Yuanqiao's mouth twitched slightly.

Junior brother, can you not be so dramatic!

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

This senior brother is also doing it for your own good.

If you go down, won't you ruin Master's atmosphere for showing off?

But naturally, Zhang Cuishan would not understand the meaning conveyed in Song Yuanqiao's eyes.

Right now, all he wanted was to go down and prove his resolve through death!

Looking at his junior brother in such a state, Song Yuanqiao was momentarily at a loss.

Good lad, you just have to send yourself off today, don't you!