Chapter 384: Zhang Sanfeng: If it's hard to handle, then don't handle it

"I, this old man, also wish all fellow practitioners here a prosperous Martial Dao!"

Zhang Sanfeng bowed toward the crowd; although his martial arts had reached the Absolute peak, he maintained his humility as a person, which had never changed.

Many martial arts figures nodded and returned the gesture one after another.

With the pleasantries over, it was naturally time to get to the main point.

Mount Hua Sect leader Xian Yutong said, "True Person Zhang, you are a titan of the martial arts world and the leader of the righteous path. Within this martial arts world, all the evil and heterodox factions tremble at the mere mention of your name!"

"It is only because you fellow practitioners give me face; this old man is merely a hundred-year-old geezer," Zhang Sanfeng laughed warmly.

"Not at all, you are worthy of the title. Therefore, I truly have a matter that requires the True Person to preside over justice," Xian Yutong said.

"Speak your mind," Zhang Sanfeng said amiably.

"More than a decade ago, that Ming Cult Dharma King Xie Xun slaughtered many martial arts figures. Among the Six Great Sects, those who suffered his cruel hand numbered no less than two hundred fifty, if not three hundred. Think of how many families, how many lost souls that represents.

Xie Xun committed such sins, yet he escaped and remains at large. Such a beast, should he not be killed?" Xian Yutong asked.

"Kill him!"

"He deserves to die!"

Before Zhang Sanfeng could speak, the other Five Great Sects and some martial arts families roared one after another.

Among them were not a few who held a blood feud with Xie Xun.

Zhang Sanfeng's expression changed slightly; as expected, the gears of fate had turned after all.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng remain silent, the hot-tempered Miejue could not sit still and stepped forward, saying:

"True Person Zhang, it is rumored that Xie Xun and your fifth disciple Zhang Cuishan are sworn brothers.

Now, for the sake of the greater good of the martial arts world, let him reveal the whereabouts of the Golden Lion King."

"That's right, Zhang Sanfeng, you wouldn't want to lose your integrity in your twilight years, would you?

A Wudang disciple actually becoming brothers with someone from the demonic cult?" the Kongtong Five Elders mocked.

"Amituofo!" Shaolin leader Kongwen pressed his palms together.

Facing the pressure from several sect leaders, the other martial arts figures remained silent, wearing expressions of watching a show.

Yet the emotional and filial Zhang Cuishan ran out from the crowd and shouted loudly:

"This has nothing to do with my master. Three days ago, I already expelled myself from the sect. I am no longer a Wudang disciple; I am here now only to finish celebrating my master's hundredth birthday."

Zhang Sanfeng pursed his lips; he had already guessed that Zhang Cuishan would do this.

"Very well, since you are not a member of the Wudang Sect, we will have no psychological burden in taking action against you," Mount Hua leader Xian Yutong said.

Hearing this, the rest of the Wudang Seven glared at them with fury.

"Zhang Cuishan, reveal the whereabouts of Xie Xun. Out of respect for True Person Zhang, we will not harm you; we only wish for you to return to the righteous path and turn over a new leaf," Miejue Shitai said coldly.

"Betraying a brother for glory is something I, Zhang Cuishan, will not do. I am not unaware of what you all are thinking in your hearts; you should give up on this idea," Zhang Cuishan said.

On the other side, Xuanzang and the others watched this grand drama.

"This disciple of Sanfeng is truly loyal and righteous," Wang Wu said.

"Indeed loyal and righteous, but he is somewhat acting on impulse," the Bad Commander said.

Born into a prestigious sect, he relied on his own sense of loyalty and preference to swear brotherhood with a Dharma King of the demonic cult.

On this point alone, he failed the teachings of the Wudang Sect and Zhang Sanfeng.

Furthermore, although Xie Xun's experiences were pitiful, he directed his hatred toward many innocent people, and countless died because of him. Thus, Xie Xun's death would be deserved; there is nothing to agonize over, and it is normal for martial arts figures to seek revenge.

It is a pity that fate is so wondrous!

It let Zhang Cuishan meet Xie Xun! If it were someone else, they might have turned around and sold Xie Xun out.

And as for Xie Xun, I did not kill Bo Ren, yet Bo Ren died because of him.

The debt on Xie Xun's body has grown heavier!

"Damn, all this scheming is really annoying," Morgana complained.

"Isn't it just chasing after immortality and treasure? Pfft!"

Morgana suspected that if she were to spread thoughts of corruption and freedom, most of the people here would likely submit to her, stopping at nothing for eternal life.

"What do you guess, how will True Person Sanfeng resolve this?" Ye Fan asked.

"What else can he do? The Great Dao is simple; one force overcomes ten techniques. Whoever opposes, take them down," Wang Wu said.

"That's right, whoever you don't like, just smack them," Feng Baobao seconded.

"Eating melons!" Yan Lingji said.

"Little Yanlingji, you are so thin and not muscular at all; come, eat a chicken leg."

Xiao Shi took a chicken leg and gave it to Yan Lingji.

"I won't eat it," Xiao Yanlingji refused.

In the hall, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.

Having heard Zhang Cuishan's stubborn words, Miejue Shitai could no longer restrain herself and raged:

"You wretch, disregarding the righteous path for the sake of a demon! Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your master!"

As she spoke, Miejue used a high-speed movement technique, appearing before Zhang Cuishan as if by Teleportation.

Although Zhang Cuishan was one of the Wudang Seven, there was still a significant gap between him and Miejue; caught off guard, he found it hard to resist.

At the critical moment!

Seven silver needles flew through the air, piercing toward Miejue. A graceful figure drifted down from the air; it was Zhang Cuishan's wife, Yin Susu, who was also the daughter of the Ming Cult's White-Browed Eagle King.

Miejue drew the Heavenly Sword; sword light spilled forth, and the Sword Qi knocked back the silver needles.

With the Heavenly Sword in hand, Miejue's strength increased by at least two to three times!

"What a vicious demoness!"

"Zhang Sanfeng, look at what kind of disciples you have taught! A dignified righteous disciple colluding with a Mo Nv!"

"Today, this nun shall exterminate them and reshape the spirit of the righteous Tao!"

Miejue's personality is too extreme; she hates evil with a passion!

When she is ruthless, she even kills her own disciples.

Let alone Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu.

"Mo Nv, pay with your life!"

Miejue brandished the Heavenly Sword; sword light rose abruptly, and Sword Qi sprayed cold, flickering like a silver snake.

Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu barely managed to parry, but were still shaken to the point of vomiting blood by the Heavenly Sword's Sword Qi.

Meanwhile, Zhang Sanfeng's palms inside his sleeves were tightly clenched, his brows furrowed, and a battle between Heavenly Human was raging in his mind, leaving him conflicted and hesitant.

"Enough!"

With a sigh, Zhang Sanfeng stepped forward, leaving behind layers of afterimages as he swept through the Void, arriving in front of Zhang Cuishan in an instant, pinching the Heavenly Sword between two fingers, and said:

"Miejue, that is enough!"

"Zhang Sanfeng, you dare block me from acting on behalf of Heaven!" Miejue said, full of rage.

Originally, Zhang Sanfeng was still somewhat hesitant, but upon hearing these words, his thoughts suddenly became obstructed; he simply flicked his sleeve, and his True Qi erupted, sending Miejue spinning three hundred and sixty degrees through the air before she crashed to the ground.

Miejue was not seriously injured; she stood up with a carp-flip, her eyes filled with hatred, and said through gritted teeth:

"Zhang Sanfeng, you actually dare to strike me! You are making an enemy of the martial arts world and openly protecting the remnants of the Demonic Cult."

"Master." Zhang Cuishan felt increasingly guilty.

To prevent his master's lifelong reputation from being ruined, he immediately drew his long sword, preparing to commit suicide.

But he was struck by a finger from Zhang Sanfeng from a distance, causing the sword to fall, and he said:

"A teacher for one day is a father for life. This master does not wish to see the white-haired send off the black-haired, Cui Shan."

"Master!" Zhang Cuishan wept bitterly.

"Zhang Sanfeng!" Miejue shrieked, completely disregarding her image, hysterical.

"Old Nun Miejue, if it weren't for the sake of Heroine Guo Xiang, given your repeated rudeness, this old man would have slapped you to death long ago; you really have been given too much face!"

Zhang Sanfeng's expression shifted, his words sharp; once these words were spoken, the stifled air in his chest was swept away.

"It's over, Zhang Sanfeng has lost all shame," the Kongtong Five Elders said.

"Zhang Sanfeng, do you intend to make an enemy of all the heroes in the world?" Xian Yutong accused.

"True Person Zhang, you are shielding your own disciple like this, unable to distinguish right from wrong; and now it is your hundredth birthday banquet, making it difficult for us fellow martial artists," Master Kongwen of Shaolin said.

Zhang Sanfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, and said:

"If it is difficult to handle, then don't handle it! Go back to where you came from!"

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