Chapter 47: Attacking Shaolin

"What?" "The Demonic Cult is launching a full-scale attack on Shaolin? When did this happen?"

On Qipan Mountain, Su Fan was also greatly shocked upon hearing Zhang Meng's words.

"It happened three days ago."

"Three days ago!"

Upon hearing this, Su Fan shook his head; information transmission was still too slow, and there was no helping it, as one could not compare ancient times to later generations.

As for Su Fan, he had thought about using carrier pigeons to send messages, but he had never raised any, and the Huashan Sect did not have such means either.

"It seems that in terms of information transmission, we still need to strengthen things; as for carrier pigeons, we will have to rely on that Thousand-Household Officer Han."

Thousand-Household Officer Han was naturally the former Hundred-Household Officer Han who had cooperated with Su Fan; now, relying on the silver Su Fan funneled to him to bribe his superiors, he had naturally sat in the position of a Brocade Guard Thousand-Household Officer.

At the same time, he also helped Su Fan by sending over thirty craftsmen; Su Fan's Firearm Battalion being able to build cannons was largely thanks to these craftsmen.

"Send people to step up the transmission of the Demonic Cult's latest movements and information."

Su Fan gave an order.

Regarding the Demonic Cult attacking Shaolin, Su Fan was not all that surprised, because he had already guessed it long before.

That Dugu Sheng was truly acting regardless of the consequences in order to break through to the Innate realm; attacking Shaolin was likely also to seize Shaolin's Innate Inheritance.

However, whether he could actually seize it remained an unknown.

Shaolin's strength had always been a mystery; even the Huashan Sect did not know the full extent of it.

Shaolin liked to hide its true capabilities, so this time was actually a good opportunity to gather information on Shaolin's strength.

Su Fan could not help but want to go there himself.

Of course, that was impossible; right now, the Songshan area was definitely the most dangerous place, and with the Demonic Cult launching a full-scale attack, Dugu Sheng was not a fool and would certainly not go alone.

If it were him, Su Fan would certainly bring thousands of troops to bear down directly on Shaolin; the best method would be to force Shaolin to hand over the Innate Inheritance, that would be the best outcome.

Therefore, that place must be filled with spies from all sides, and it was also in a state of being a powder keg.

If one were not careful and were discovered by the Demonic Cult's people, that would be dangerous.

Su Fan was clear about the Demonic Cult's strength; not to mention anything else, just the number of first-rate Martial Artists was truly not small—not to mention a hundred, but sixty or seventy there definitely were.

It must be said that most of the Demonic Cult's people practiced those kinds of rapid-success methods; breaking through to first-rate was faster and simpler, but the damage to the body was often more terrifying.

Once they reached the age of fifty or sixty, their strength would decline, and if internal injuries flared up, they would likely drop dead.

Often, the Demonic Cult's first-rate experts were around forty years old, but in terms of longevity, they could not compare to the other major sects.

But it could not be denied that the Demonic Cult was very powerful in this regard and had sufficient deterrent power.

So in the end, Su Fan did not choose to go there himself; he believed that the Huashan Sect must have sent people.

After all, with such a big matter, the Huashan Sect would certainly not do nothing.

And Su Fan estimated that those bald donkeys would certainly call upon the righteous martial arts figures to head to Songshan to resist the Demonic Cult together.

And just as Su Fan was thinking about what actions the Huashan Sect needed to take next.

On Songshan, the sounds of killing were already filling the sky and covering the earth.

In order to seize Shaolin's Innate Inheritance, Dugu Sheng directly led five thousand troops to set out, to the point that even the Henan government was alarmed; fortunately, after learning of the Demonic Cult's intentions.

The government also cleared the way.

Just kidding, the government was naturally extremely happy about the internal slaughter of these Jianghu sects; in their eyes, dogs biting dogs was the best thing possible.

In three days' time, Dugu Sheng, leading his great army, had already attacked the gates of Shaolin.

They experienced a bloody slaughter.

Facing the Demonic Cult's attack, Shaolin would naturally not sit and wait for death.

The first battle displayed Shaolin's strength; facing Dugu Sheng, this Peerless expert, Shaolin dispatched three Divine Monks from the previous generation, who joined forces to surround Dugu Sheng.

Although they still could not defeat Dugu Sheng, they managed to hold him back; the current Abbot, the monk Dingzhen, and the head of the Prajna Hall, Dingyin, the two of them blocked the Demonic Cult's Left and Right Envoys.

Suddenly dispatching five Top-tier experts slightly intimidated the Demonic Cult, but even so, after a bout of slaughter.

For both sides, Shaolin was still at a slight disadvantage; first, the Demonic Cult launched a surprise attack, and in terms of experts, the Demonic Cult had more of an advantage.

Over forty first-rate experts gathered in one place; even though Shaolin had various Great Arrays, they still had several first-rate experts killed.

Of course, what was even more formidable was the Demonic Cult's great army.

As the Sun Moon Holy Cult that inherited the Ming Cult, the ordinary cult members numbered over ten thousand; although the lower ranks were weak in strength, ants could bite an elephant to death.

Shaolin's martial monks were indeed numerous, but they only practiced martial arts and were far inferior compared to the Demonic Cult members who fought year-round, and the Demonic Cult possessed crossbows in their hands.

In the great battle, at the Shaolin mountain gate, the yellow earth was dyed red.

Dugu Sheng retreated, but he only retreated from the mountain gate; there were still thousands of people at the foot of the mountain.

It seemed they were waiting for the next attack, and at this time, Shaolin sent people to seek help from the major sects, calling on the righteous Jianghu to gather at Shaolin to resist the Demonic Cult together.

"Haha! Satisfying!"

"The Demonic Cult is truly satisfying!"

On another part of Songshan, on Taishi Mountain, in the Songshan Sect's headquarters conference hall, everyone was laughing with schadenfreude.

"Senior Brother Ning, this time the Demonic Cult is launching a full-scale attack on Shaolin; Shaolin will definitely suffer a major blow."

Zuo Zhen wore a smile.

"Junior Brother Zuo, do not underestimate that group of bald donkeys from Shaolin; their strength is not weak. Yesterday, they suddenly dispatched five Top-tier experts, which gave this Ning a great shock; who knows if they have any other Top-tier figures?"

"Moreover, after experiencing this great battle, the Demonic Cult's losses are not small either. Dugu Sheng is indeed powerful, but it is impossible for him to let the Demonic Cult attack Shaolin endlessly."

"He is not afraid of the Imperial Court cutting off his retreat."

Although Ning Qingyu's expression also held a hint of joy, his mind was very clear; the Demonic Cult could not fight to the death with Shaolin.

"Sect Leader, even so, being able to let that group of bald donkeys suffer some losses is not bad." Yue Qingfeng was not greedy; being able to strike at Shaolin a little was already very good.

Yesterday, the strength Shaolin displayed truly gave them a big fright; there were not many first-rate Martial Artists, only thirty or forty, and although that exceeded their Huashan Sect, they were mentally prepared for it.

But to suddenly bring out five Top-tier experts, that was truly a bit frightening.

Of course, those three Divine Monks of the "Ben" generation also saw it clearly; each of them was exceptionally old.

I fear that after experiencing this battle, it is very likely they will never be able to take action again.

It is just like the Taishang Elder of their Huashan Sect.

Being too old, their Qi and blood gradually cease to flow; forcibly using internal energy will only shorten their lifespan.

This point is something even those of the Taoist Sect cannot change; the functions of the human body begin to decline rapidly from the age of fifty.

Practicing the martial arts of Taoism can delay this, but it is impossible to prevent it.

This is not a world of immortal cultivation or fantasy.

Therefore, the losses for Shaolin in this battle are absolutely immense.

Everyone is also clear on this, which is why they are so happy.