Chapter 159: Establishing Authority and Healing

"This subordinate spoke out of turn; I ask the Sect Leader to punish me."

Reminded, Yin Tianzheng finally realized that their new Ming Sect Leader was also a Wudang disciple.

His words just now included Zhang Jie, so he hurriedly apologized.

Zhang Jie's face stiffened as he looked at Yang Xiao: "Left Envoy Yang,

in our Ming Sect, what is the punishment for insulting the Sect Leader?"

He had only just become Sect Leader, and Yin Tianzheng had already insulted him;

although it was unintentional, it could not be let go so easily.

Otherwise, what if these veterans rely on their contribution of support to act arrogantly and rely on their age in the future?

Rather than having to start a massacre later, it is better to take the opportunity to establish a bottom line now.

Preventing trouble before it happens is the greatest care for one's subordinates.

Lenin, who founded the Soviet Union, once criticized Stalin for being too indecisive:

He always dragged small matters into big ones, eventually causing major disasters,

forcing him to launch one great purge after another.

Yang Xiao's face was ugly, but he could only state the Ming Sect's precepts:

"According to our Ming Sect's precepts, insulting the Sect Leader is punishable by whipping.

For serious cases, martial arts are abolished, and the offender is expelled from the sect!"

"Sect Leader, the Eagle King was just concerned for his daughter and spoke in a moment of agitation; I hope the Sect Leader will forgive him."

Wei Yixiao, the Cloth Bag Monk, and others who were on good terms with Yin Tianzheng hurriedly pleaded for him.

On one hand, Yin Tianzheng was their old friend, so pleading for him was reasonable.

On the other hand, it was also for Zhang Jie's prestige: if he punished a veteran as soon as he took office,

although it was Yin Tianzheng who broke the law, it would still be too harsh,

easily affecting the sect members' first impression of Zhang Jie.

"Sigh..."

Seeing a way out, Zhang Jie stepped down from the slope, sighed, and said:

"Forget it.

Although the Eagle King's actions were inappropriate, his feelings are understandable, so I will not punish him.

However, let this not happen again!"

"There is no one wiser than the Sect Leader!"

Wei Yixiao and the others were overjoyed and sang Zhang Jie's praises one after another.

What is more terrifying than a Sect Leader with high martial arts is

a Sect Leader who has high martial arts and not the slightest capacity for tolerance.

"Thank you, Sect Leader, for your mercy."

Yin Tianzheng thanked Zhang Jie with a complex expression.

Although he had just supported Zhang Jie as Sect Leader, it was because of Zhang Jie's peerless martial arts,

making him the only candidate to realize their Ming Sect's dream of expelling the Yuan barbarians and restoring China.

But the capacity for tolerance Zhang Jie had just shown made him sincerely convinced.

With such a Sect Leader, why worry that the great cause won't be achieved?

"Junior Brother Wuji, why don't you come and pay respects to your grandfather?"

On Zhang Jie's side, to ease the atmosphere, he specifically patted the sluggish Zhang Wuji and reminded him.

Mm, Zhang Wuji watched his Senior Brother Zhang Jie transform from a Wudang senior brother

into the Ming Sect Leader, dumbfounded, falling into a state of sluggishness.

"Grandfather!"

Zhang Wuji, having regained his senses, looked at the white-haired Yin Tianzheng, extremely excited.

Aside from Wudang, this was his only remaining relative!

"My child Wuji! Are you my child Wuji?"

Yin Tianzheng looked at Zhang Wuji, who resembled his beloved daughter Susu, his excitement overflowing.

Alike, too alike!

The grown-up Zhang Wuji was exactly like his poor daughter Yin Susu!

"Grandfather, it is indeed me, Wuji!"

"My child Wuji!"

The grandfather and grandson who had reunited were inexplicably excited, their eyes filled with hot tears.

And with Zhang Wuji as a lubricant for both sides,

the Ming Sect members like Yang Xiao and the Wudang sect also became harmonious.

"Bat King, has your affliction of the Cold Ice Cotton Palm eased over these years?"

After pacifying the White-Browed Eagle King, Zhang Jie turned his gaze to the Green-Winged Bat King, Wei Yixiao.

Wei Yixiao's light-body technique could be described as unparalleled, unique in the world, and claimed to be comparable to flying birds.

But he made a mistake while practicing another martial art, the Cold Ice Cotton Palm,

causing cold poison to accumulate in his meridians; whenever he used internal energy, the cold poison would flare up, trapping him in a cocoon of his own making,

forcing him to drink human blood to prevent his entire bloodline from freezing into ice,

like a bat that survives by drinking blood, hence the name Green-Winged Bat King.

"Reporting to the Sect Leader, my cold ice power has already penetrated deep into my bone marrow; it is beyond saving."

Hearing Zhang Jie mention his Cold Ice Cotton Palm, Wei Yixiao couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Old Bat, the Sect Leader's skills are profound; if you ask his old self to take action,

wouldn't your cold ice power be a piece of cake?"

The Cloth Bag Monk Shuo De touched his shiny bald head and reminded him.

'Mm.'

Seeing the Cloth Bag Monk being so sensible, Zhang Jie nodded secretly.

Since he mentioned the cold poison, he naturally had the intention to heal Wei Yixiao.

However, this kind of thing couldn't be proposed by him directly; as Sect Leader, he had to be reserved and maintain a mysterious aura.

As the old saying goes, things that are forced aren't good deals, right?

"I ask the Sect Leader to save this subordinate's life!"

Reminded, Wei Yixiao was overjoyed, knelt on the ground, and pleaded.

"I have only achieved a little in the Martial Path; I dare not make any guarantees.

If I fail, you must not blame me."

Zhang Jie habitually humbled himself a few times.

But in reality, he had absolute certainty,

after all, in the original work, Wei Yixiao was treated by Zhang Wuji's "Nine Yang Divine Art",

which removed the cold poison and freed him from the fate of bloodthirst.

And when it comes to the cultivation of the "Nine Yang Divine Art", as a cheater, he dares to say,

even the accomplished Zhang Wuji at the end of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber is not as good as him!

And besides the "Nine Yang Divine Art", he also has the "Nine Yin Manual",

"One Yang Finger", "Northern Dark Divine Art", and other peerless martial arts.

He dares to say that if even he couldn't cure Wei Yixiao,

then no one in the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber world could cure him!

Although Wei Yixiao appeared gloomy, his temperament was heroic; he smiled freely and said:

"If even you, Sect Leader, cannot cure me, then it is my, Wei Yixiao's, fate, and I accept it!"

"Good!"

Seeing Wei Yixiao so free and easy, Zhang Jie couldn't help but praise him.

He took a step forward, came before the kneeling Wei Yixiao,

first had him sit cross-legged, then extended his right hand and placed it on the top of his head.

'Nine Yang Divine Art!'

Zhang Jie's mind moved, and the Nine Yang Divine Art Qi entered his body through Wei Yixiao's Baihui acupoint.

'No wonder even with so many experts in the Ming Sect, they couldn't eradicate the cold poison in Wei Yixiao's body.'

Zhang Jie just sensed it casually and discovered that Wei Yixiao's extraordinary meridians,

and his entire body were already filled with the cold poison cultivated by the Cold Ice Cotton Palm.

These cold poisons were like maggots on the bone, having long since merged with Wei Yixiao.

Eradicating a little would soon lead to regeneration;

and if one were to violently break it without regard, the moment the cold poison was eradicated,

would be the moment Wei Yixiao died!

You are in me, and I am in you; ice and snow are intertwined, difficult to separate, that is exactly how it is.

"Sect Leader, if it is difficult, then forget it."

Seeing Zhang Jie not moving for a long time, Wei Yixiao thought he had no certainty.

"This matter is easy!"

Zhang Jie smiled slightly, with no intention of stopping.

Now is a great time for him to establish prestige; how could he give up halfway?

Moreover, his martial arts are exactly the nemesis of the "Cold Ice Cotton Palm".

Even the "Xuanming Divine Palm" of the Xuanming Elders was vulnerable before his martial arts,

let alone the "Cold Ice Cotton Palm", which is more than a notch worse than the "Xuanming Divine Palm".

Zhang Jie's mind moved again, and Nine Yang Divine Art Qi, more than ten times larger than before, entered his body through Wei Yixiao's Baihui acupoint.

'Sizzle!'

Although there was no huge commotion in the clash between Zhang Jie's Qi and the cold poison in his body,

it seemed to Wei Yixiao's ears that such a sound had come.

He sensed it and saw the cold poison that had been entrenched in his body, showing off its power,

and which had left his many friends helpless, under Zhang Jie's Qi,

instantly like snow under the sun, vanishing into thin air!

Dots of water vapor rose from Wei Yixiao's body, hazy and misty.

Yang Xiao and the others all watched this scene nervously.

"Hoo."

After a while, Zhang Jie, who hadn't spent much effort at all, let out a long breath.

"Sect Leader, are you alright?"

Yang Xiao and the others asked with concern.

"It's nothing, just a bit of a drain; a little rest will do."

Zhang Jie shook his head and said lightly.

"Sect Leader!"

Looking at Zhang Jie, who appeared to have spent too much energy,

yet didn't show any arrogance or pride, the Ming Sect members were deeply moved.

'True feelings cannot be kept since ancient times; only routines can win people's hearts!'

Zhang Jie, who had seen all this, smiled secretly.

Saving people and bestowing favors also require methods.

If it didn't take any effort, not to mention that others would want to come to him for every little thing in the future;

just in terms of the degree of gratitude from the person saved, it would be different; the more effort he spent, the deeper the gratitude in Wei Yixiao's heart.

Life is not easy; it all depends on acting!

Sure enough, the next second Wei Yixiao knelt on both knees before Zhang Jie, and with a solemn expression, raised his hand to swear:

"The Sect Leader's kindness to me is like a rebirth; I, Wei Yixiao, have nothing to repay you with.

I will only follow the Sect Leader's orders from now on, even if it means death!

If I dare to violate this oath, may I die by ten thousand arrows piercing my heart!"

Yang Xiao and the others looked and saw that Wei Yixiao now had a rosy complexion, his entire body's aura rounded and harmonious,

where was there any sign of the original gloom, full of murderous aura, looking like a living dead man.

"The Sect Leader's skills are profound, and his magic power is boundless!"

"The Sect Leader's skills are profound, and his magic power is boundless!"

The Cloth Bag Monk and the others were shocked and bowed before Zhang Jie one after another.

"You are all the pillars of our Ming Sect; there is no need for such formalities."

Zhang Jie reached out to help the bowing crowd up. ===== CHAPTER 160 =====