Chapter 11: Master Kongwen Backs Down, Brother Wutian Appears

When the clamor in the arena gradually died down.

Gu Gu Hanyuan scanned the changes in expression of everyone from the various sects. There was curiosity, doubt, and wariness, but more than anything, there was awe.

Finally, Gu Gu Hanyuan stared at Master Kongwen and Kongzhi and spoke loudly:

"As expected of the overbearing Northern North Shaolin! When you cannot gain the upper hand in reason, you resort directly to violence. If Gu Mou did not have a bit of skill, would I not have been beaten to death by you here? I wonder where your virtue lies? Where your prestige lies? And where your compassion lies? You dare to be so unscrupulous even in front of my grandmaster. Are you bullying Wudang for having no one?"

The volume of Gu Gu Hanyuan’s questioning grew louder and louder. After he finished his stern shout, a sound of "clanging" rang out in the arena.

The Wudang disciples behind him subconsciously drew their swords and spoke in unison:

"Are you bullying Wudang for having no one?"

After all, it had escalated to the honor of the sect; if they, as Wudang disciples, did not respond, they would be despised by others.

People in this world had an extremely high sense of identification with their clans and sects, which was why those expelled from their sects found it very difficult to establish a foothold in the Wu Lin again.

This was also where Gu Gu Hanyuan was speechless about Zhang Zhang Cuishan. It sounded noble to take responsibility alone, but would being forced to commit suicide to apologize not affect the prestige of the sect? If one really wanted to talk about it, Zhang Zhang Cuishan’s death was the greatest insult to Zhang Zhang Sanfeng and the Wudang Sect.

Seeing that the Wudang disciples had all drawn their swords, looking ready for a fight, the faces of the people from the various sects in the arena all changed.

Not to mention that the Wudang Sect’s strength was already superior to theirs, furthermore, except for Abbess Miejue’s Heaven-Reliance Sword, everyone’s weapons had been unloaded and deposited at the Sword-Unloading Pool.

With bare hands, they would only face the fate of being slaughtered.

Master Kongwen had been worried about causing a bloodbath, which was why he had only come to pressure them using the banner of righteousness and the advantage of numbers; a military solution was fundamentally impossible to choose.

As for the talk of a duel, that was only done when strengths were evenly matched; if the gap between the two sides was too large, who would bother with you?

However, he had not expected that under Gu Gu Hanyuan’s glib tongue, it would still evolve into the current situation.

This was also the source of Gu Gu Hanyuan’s confidence in unceremoniously pinning labels on them, because he knew Master Kongwen absolutely dared not use force again. As long as he pushed the situation to be as tense as possible, the more gunpowder-like the atmosphere, the more he could borrow the momentum of the Wudang Sect. And Master Kongwen could only back down and use his mouth. But would someone who had received the modern information explosion be afraid of a verbal sparring match with a few bald donkeys?

Of course, it was meaningless for Master Kongwen to blame Kongzhi for being the first to strike now. He had to hurry to explain, not even having the heart to chant the "Amitabha" that was always on his lips.

"Fellow Daoists of the Wudang Sect have misunderstood. Junior Brother Kongzhi only struck because our temple’s reputation was tarnished and he was in a moment of urgency, Yu Wanting to measure Young Hero Gu’s Wu Gong. Where is there any talk of beating to death? It is purely nonsense."

Recalling Master Kongwen’s previous address of "little benefactor," and now his repeated "Young Hero Gu," it was truly ridiculous.

"A fine misunderstanding! A fine measurement! Is there reason in the big bullying the small? Why did I not see Master Kongzhi go to measure my grandmaster’s Wu Gong? If Gu Mou were not skilled enough, would that also be a misunderstanding, a slip of the hand? If you can kill me by mistake today, tomorrow you could surround and kill my Fifth Uncle, and in a few days, would you issue an order for one hundred thousand warrior monks to storm Mount Wudang? After seizing the Dragon-Slaying Saber and becoming the Wu Lin Supreme, would you then want to divide the country with the imperial court?"

Gu Gu Hanyuan started by elevating the issue to the highest level; regardless of whether it made sense, he pinned the blame first. As for refutation, he knew that the Northern North Shaolin side would not have a chance, as he had already made arrangements.

The more stern and severe Gu Gu Hanyuan’s words were, and the higher the level he elevated them to, the more the Northern North Shaolin monks were already scared out of their wits.

Master Kongwen and Kongzhi’s faces were completely black, and a mouthful of stifled anger was stuck in their chests, nearly causing them to pass out.

Especially since Gu Gu Hanyuan’s last sentence had almost branded Northern North Shaolin as conspirators. Added to the fact that there were people from the Ming Guo imperial court present today, if this reached the court, who knew what consequences it would trigger.

Sure enough, Master Kongwen could only be the first to back down, lowering his posture, his tone pleading:

"Junior Brother Kongzhi striking at Young Hero Gu was indeed our fault. We can have him apologize to you, Young Hero Gu. If you are not satisfied, we can bring compensation another day to apologize to Wudang. But I ask that you, Young Hero Gu, retract your previous words. Our temple has been established in the Ming Guo Wu Lin for a hundred years, always law-abiding, and takes maintaining Wu Lin peace and justice as its duty; we have never had the thought of being the Wu Lin Supreme. As for the talk of one hundred thousand warrior monks, that is even more nonsense."

By now, Master Kongwen did not even dare to mention Brother Xie Xun and the Dragon-Slaying Saber. Who knew what earth-shattering blame Gu Gu Hanyuan would pin on him next.

However, Gu Gu Hanyuan only smiled coldly and remained silent.

The atmosphere in the arena suddenly became scorching.

Just then, a cold, sinister laugh came from outside the main hall.

"As expected, the righteous sects are hypocritical. They are clearly using power to suppress others and pinning labels on people with great proficiency, yet when they are not as strong as others, they immediately beg for mercy while still Yu Wanting to maintain their reputation."

Master Kongwen had already been driven into a state of mental chaos by Gu Gu Hanyuan today, and hearing such provocative words, anger rose from his heart, and he shouted toward the door:

"Which petty person is playing god and acting like a ghost!"

A figure was seen walking slowly through the door.

The person wore a dark and eerie Asura mask, with long, ink-black hair. A wide black robe covered their entire figure. In their hand, they were carrying a wide-bladed single saber with an ancient and dark appearance.

"The Dragon-Slaying Saber!"

Zhang Zhang Cuishan, who had lived with Brother Xie Xun for over a decade, recognized it as the Dragon-Slaying Saber at a glance, his eyes full of disbelief.

After all, the Dragon-Slaying Saber had been inseparable from Brother Xie Xun for over a decade, as if the saber existed when the person existed, and the saber died when the person died. Yet now, only the Dragon-Slaying Saber was seen, and not Brother Xie Xun, so he immediately became worried. ===== CHAPTER 151 =====