Chapter 258: Yue Buqun Shifts Sides, the Loot King of the Six Major Sects

Soon, the Hua Shan, Emei, Kongtong, and Kunlun sects successfully joined forces with the Wudang and Shaolin, who had already arrived at the outskirts of Bright Peak.

The Six Major Sects gathered as one.

They learned of Luo Jie’s glorious exploits along the way.

Wudang’s Song Yuanqiao and Shaolin’s Master Kongzhi immediately came to pay their respects to Luo Jie.

After all, this Master Luo had single-handedly crushed the Ming Cult to the point of existential doubt.

The three of them met and launched into the most classic form of mutual flattery.

Song Yuanqiao bowed and said, “I’ve heard how Master Luo fought the Five Elements Flags alone and captured Yin Yewang—truly heroic.”

Luo Jie smiled faintly: “Oh, nothing much, just happened to be in the right place.”

“Compared to your venerable elders journeying far to the west to exterminate this demonic sect, my small deeds are unworthy of mention.”

Song Yuanqiao nodded with a smile: “Master Luo, truly noble in character.”

Master Kongzhi clasped his hands and added, equally admiring: “Master Luo, Itachi are mistaken.”

“Exterminating demons and defending the Dao does not depend on status, but on this spirit of righteous heroism.”

Luo Jie immediately replied: “Itachi’re right—I do think I’m more righteous than Itachi.”

Master Kongzhi: “？？？”

His smile froze, a flicker of doubt rising in his heart:

This isn’t how the script goes.

Is this man targeting me?

Or am I just being overly sensitive?

He steadied himself and continued: “Abbot Xuanci heard Itachi slew the Four Evils with your sword—he spoke highly of Itachi.”

“If Itachi have time, come to Shaolin for a session on the Dharma.”

Hearing this, Luo Jie’s lips curled slightly, though internally he began to grumble:

Xuanci the old devil praised me?

More likely he wants to lure me to Shaolin and quietly eliminate me.

After all, I killed Ye Erniang.

And Ye Erniang was Xuanci’s secret lover.

Luo Jie began to plot.

Since he invited me to Shaolin,

I’ll definitely go.

And I’ll expose the truth about Xuanci’s illegitimate son, Xu Zhu.

I’m sure Xuanci will thank me for it.

Thinking this, Luo Jie answered with a solemn face:

“Your reverence’s kindness—I would be impudent to refuse.”

“I shall visit soon, and catch up with Abbot Xuanci.”

Master Kongzhi’s smile slowly froze.

Why did this Master Luo sound like he meant something else?

And was that tone… sarcastic?

But he was a high monk of the Buddhist order—he quickly regained composure and nodded with a smile:

“Itachi are most welcome.”

Then the three exchanged more flattery, the atmosphere harmonious.

At that moment, a figure arrived.

The young man dressed as a scholar, with refined features and a noble bearing, carried three parts of dignified grace.

He was the top third-generation disciple of Wudang.

Song Qingshu.

Luo Jie recognized him at once, eyes narrowing slightly as he thought:

So this is the protagonist of “The Thief of Love.”

In this martial arts fusion world, plotlines intertwine and character roles often cross over.

Luo Jie had never heard of Akatsuki Xiamian’s name—he probably hadn’t crossed into “Jin Yong’s Heroes.”

Thus, Luo Jie sometimes suspected he’d been transported into the world of “The Thief of Love.”

After all, “The Thief of Love” is also a martial arts fusion world.

If so, once Song Qingshu is betrayed, he’ll be possessed by a transmigrator.

But now, young Master Song was at the peak of his life.

Cultured and martial, elegant and poised.

Even Mistress Miejue called him the White-Clothed Young Mengchang, sighing in admiration that Wudang had worthy successors.

At this moment, Song Qingshu stepped forward and bowed respectfully: “Disciple Song Qingshu, greetings to Father, Master Kongzhi, and Master Luo.”

His tone was polite, his manners proper—he was clearly a model youth.

After bowing, Song Qingshu whispered:

“The other four sect leaders have been waiting. Please join them to discuss the assault on Bright Peak.”

Song Yuanqiao nodded and turned to Luo Jie: “Master Luo, will Itachi join us?”

Luo Jie smiled: “Of course I shall accompany Itachi.”

With that, the group walked out.

…

Meanwhile, the other four sect leaders were deliberating in a temporary tent.

Mistress Miejue slammed her fist on the table, voice resolute:

“The Ming Cult brings calamity to the world—its crimes are unforgivable!”

“Let us charge up the mountain and slaughter them decisively, to make our justice known!”

Yue Buqun sat nearby, frowning slightly, his tone gentle yet cautionary:

“What Itachi say has merit, but it’s overly aggressive.”

“The Ming Cult is cunning and has laid countless traps—if we attack rashly, we’ll fall into their trap.”

“Let us deliberate carefully—first scout their strength, then decide.”

The other two sect leaders nodded in agreement: “Master Yue speaks wisely.”

At that moment, the tent flap parted and Luo Jie, Song Yuanqiao, and Master Kongzhi entered together.

Luo Jie burst in laughing: “Mistress Miejue is absolutely right!”

“The Ming Cult is nothing but paper tigers and clay dogs—let’s storm the mountain, why hesitate?”

Master Kongzhi immediately countered: “Master Luo, Itachi are mistaken.”

“This concerns the safety of the martial world—how can we act rashly?”

“In my view, we should follow Master Yue’s prudent advice.”

He finished, turning to Yue Buqin with hopeful expectation, waiting for the Gentle Sword to endorse him.

But Yue Buqun smiled faintly and nodded: “Master Luo is absolutely right.”

“Thanks to Master Luo’s efforts, the Ming Cult’s strength is shattered—now is the perfect moment to storm the mountain and wipe them out.”

Master Kongzhi: “？？？”

He stared wide-eyed at Yue Buqun, dumbfounded.

When did Itachi switch sides?

Didn’t Itachi just say we should deliberate?

Is this right?

Master Kongzhi felt everyone was targeting him today.

Song Yuanqiao nodded in agreement: “Indeed, Master Luo’s words hold merit.”

The other two sect leaders, seeing the shift, instantly changed their tune:

“Yes, storm the mountain!”

“Eliminate every last demon!”

Once decided, the group summoned their disciples and charged toward Bright Peak.

Luo Jie led the charge—no one could withstand his punch.

Soon, they reached Bright Peak and stood before the Ming Cult’s grand hall.

But the sight before them left everyone stunned.

It was empty.

No Yang Akatsuki, Yin Tianzheng, or other Ming Cult masters.

Not even a single guard.

Yue Buqun frowned deeply, voice wary:

“The defenses of Bright Peak are so lax—the Ming Cult’s masters have not appeared to fight.”

“Could this be a trap?”

Song Yuanqiao also looked troubled: “Indeed, given the Ming Cult’s past behavior, they would never be this careless.”

Could this be an intentional ambush?

Rojie stood before the grand hall’s entrance, gazing at the half-open door, his eyes narrowing slightly, a suspicion forming in his mind.

Cheng Kun must have succeeded in his ambush.

Because of my interference, Zhang Wuji is now a prisoner in the hands of the Emei disciples.

The original plot in which he turned the tide and exposed Cheng Kun’s conspiracy has been cut short.

So the Ming Cult’s high-ranking leaders are probably all dead.

Even if they’re not dead, they might as well be.

Now the Six Major Sects will be the ones picking up the spoils.

He paused, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

But that’s perfect.

Strike while the enemy is weak.

(End of Chapter)