Chapter 160: The Yuan Court Attacks!

"Report, report, report to Left Envoy Yang, something big, something big is wrong!"

Suddenly, a sect member dressed as a Ming Sect disciple rushed into the great hall with a panicked expression.

Because of his extreme excitement and high-speed running, he was out of breath and panting.

"Why are you so panicked?

Report to the Sect Leader immediately."

Seeing his own subordinate so unsteady, Yang Xiao felt he was losing face and scolded him sternly.

The eyes of everyone present were also focused on this disciple,

wanting to know what kind of major event had made Yang Xiao's elite subordinate so panicked.

"Sect Leader?"

'When did our Ming Sect have a Sect Leader?

Ever since Sect Leader Yang Dingtian disappeared, hasn't our Ming Sect been without a Sect Leader?'

The disciple first looked around in a daze,

and only then noticed Zhang Jie, who was surrounded by the Ming Sect's Bright Left Envoy Yang Xiao,

White-Browed Eagle Wang Yin Tianzheng, Green-Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao,

and one of the Five Wanderers, the Cloth Bag Monk Shuo De.

Being brought to Wudang by Yang Xiao and the others, this disciple was naturally sharp,

and he immediately realized that Zhang Jie must be their new Ming Sect Leader.

The disciple hurriedly reported to Zhang Jie:

"Reporting to the Sect Leader, something is wrong, the Yuan army barbarians are attacking!"

"What?

How could the Yuan army attack at this time?"

"The news of us coming to Mount Wudang is top secret; the Yuan Court shouldn't know."

"Could there be a traitor?"

The Cloth Bag Monk and the others discussed it for a while, somewhat panicked.

Although they were martial arts experts, they were no match for a regular army.

As long as they were surrounded by a hundred regular soldiers, they would surely die!

Moreover, the disciples brought to Wudang by them were carefully selected;

could the Yuan Court have infiltrated their Ming Sect to this extent?

"What are you panicking about?

Even if a massive army is pressing at the border, it's just a matter of soldiers coming to block and water coming to cover!"

Zhang Jie calmly stopped Wei Yixiao and the others who were somewhat panicked.

"The Sect Leader is right."

Seeing Zhang Jie so calm, the panicked Ming Sect members immediately found their backbone and settled down.

"Wuliang Tianzun, this is our Wudang;

no matter how long the Yuan Court's reach is, it can't extend here!"

Zhang Sanfeng's face sank, and he flicked his horsetail whisk, his words full of confidence.

"That's right, this is our Wudang, not a place where the Yuan Court can run wild!"

Song Yuanqiao and the others were also filled with righteous indignation.

Why did the Yuan Court send troops? Are they trying to wipe out our Wudang?

Are they not afraid of breaking the balance between the imperial court and the Jianghu?

Even if there are many experts who have defected to the Yuan Court,

it is impossible to protect all the high-level officials of the Yuan Court under the assassination of all the Jianghu experts!

If you can't assassinate the Emperor in the palace or the Prince in the mansion, can't you assassinate the County Magistrate in the county office?

The Emperor also needs County Magistrates as tentacles to help him manage the world!

"Gather all our Wudang disciples; we will go to the intersection at the foot of the mountain to meet the Yuan Court!"

Zhang Sanfeng ordered.

"We will go too."

As a member of Wudang, Zhang Jie was naturally duty-bound,

and he also led the Ming Sect members to the foot of Mount Wudang.

And if there were no surprises, the Yuan Court should be coming for him, the variable.

After all, in the original work, Zhao Min disguised herself as Zhang Wuji to attack Wudang using only the experts from her Ruyang Prince's Mansion, without using the army.

The only time the Yuan Court used the army was after the six major sects besieged Bright Peak and were defeated by Zhang Wuji alone,

when they surrounded and captured the exhausted six major sects at the foot of Bright Peak.

'Didn't expect there to be variables.' Zhang Jie sighed in his heart.

He also didn't expect that a whim, mainly to bring a gift to his master Yu Lianzhou, the trip to the Ruyang Prince's Mansion,

would have so many butterfly effects; first the Ming Sect came to him, inviting him to be the Sect Leader,

and the Yuan Court reacted even more excessively, directly surrounding the mountain with a massive army.

Dong dong dong!

Neigh!

At the foot of Mount Wudang, banners were fluttering, war horses were neighing, and war drums were rumbling.

With blades and spears standing like a forest, crossbows strung, an endless,

armored Yuan army soldiers surrounded the intersection of Mount Wudang tightly.

With this posture, let alone a person, even a fly couldn't fly out!

Looking at the murderous military formation, the Wudang disciples guarding the intersection felt their legs trembling, wanting to run away first.

If it weren't for the fact that they were all disciples raised by Wudang since childhood, loyalty was guaranteed.

I'm afraid they would have already thrown away the long swords in their hands and fled!

"Great Dharma Yang Jiaozhu, do you think we can make Wudang submit this time?"

In the center of the army, under the central banner firmly surrounded by the army, wearing armor,

Wang Baobao, dressed as a general, didn't even look at the terrified Wudang disciples,

but asked for advice somewhat uneasily from the Lama standing beside him, wearing a bright red monk robe,

draped in a golden cassock, and wearing a yellow lotus hat.

"Amitabha.

The Prince need not worry; under such a massive army, let alone a Wudang,

even the ancestral home of Han Buddhism, Shaolin, which has secretly trained many monk soldiers, could be razed to the ground."

The Great Lama chanted a Buddha name and answered confidently.

Since ancient times, why is it the imperial court that governs the world, not sects or cults?

Naturally, because the world's greatest violence machine—the army—is in the hands of the imperial court.

Jianghu experts can fight ten, or even a hundred,

but can they fight a thousand, or break an army alone?

In front of a massive army, individual power can be considered negligible!

When the Mongol cavalry swept across Central Asia, it wasn't that there weren't martial arts experts honored as "demigods" or

"Old Man of the Mountain" by the Green Sect who took action, but weren't they still ground into meat paste by the Mongol cavalry?

The so-called temples and shrines are all not worth mentioning in front of a massive army!

"Minmin, what do you think?"

Still feeling uneasy in his heart, Wang Baobao looked at his sister, Zhao Min.

Compared to the Great Lama who had only come to his side recently under the Emperor's decree,

he still trusted his sister, who had been smart and extraordinary since childhood, more.

Moreover, it wasn't that he feared Wudang like a tiger, but that Zhang Jie's shock to him last time was too great.

It was the first time he knew that individual martial power could reach such a level.

The Xuanming Elders, who were arrogant in his Ruyang Prince's Mansion and thought there were few opponents in the world,

were defeated by Zhang Jie more simply than an ordinary person killing a chicken.

Even though he had neglected his martial arts because he had to divide his attention to the imperial court, he could see that Zhang Jie's martial arts

were more than a notch higher than the Xuanming Elders, whom he considered the ceiling of martial arts!

Zhao Min, dressed in a goose-yellow dress, looking more like a Han girl than a Yuan noble, analyzed seriously:

"If it is based on the combat power previously shown by Wudang and that Zhang Jie, these troops are enough.

Even if they want to fight to break out, with the Masters here to contain them, they can be surrounded and killed."

"Amitabha!

We have already prepared to return to the Buddha's seat."

The faces of several Lamas were full of determination to die.

Their appearance here today meant they were already dead men!

And after they die, the imperial court will support their Gelug Sect to become the largest Tantric sect in the Tibetan region.

Dying for the sect's thousand-year foundation, they died for a worthy cause!

"Then I can rest assured."

Getting the affirmation of his sister, who had been smarter than him since childhood,

Wang Baobao's hanging heart finally settled down.

'However, did that guy use his full strength last time?'

Ripples appeared in Zhao Min's beautiful eyes; even with her intelligence,

she couldn't see how much strength Zhang Jie used in the battle at their Ruyang Prince's Mansion.

And, what if that guy abandoned everything in Wudang and just ran away?

Human hearts are the most unpredictable...

A quarter of an hour later, the Wudang disciples, led by Zhang Sanfeng, arrived at the foot of Mount Wudang.

"Grandmaster!"

The Wudang disciples, who had just been panicked, settled down the moment they saw Zhang Sanfeng.

In their eyes, their Grandmaster was the anchor of the sea,

no matter how big the wind and waves were, they would always turn into calm under this old man's palm!

This was Zhang Sanfeng's prestige on Mount Wudang.

He was not only the head of Wudang, but also the god in the hearts of all Wudang disciples, their faith!

"You have worked hard."

Zhang Sanfeng said gently to these disciples.

These disciples joined the ranks of the Wudang disciples who came to support, gripping their long swords tightly, preparing to defend against the enemy.

"Hiss!"

"This must be several thousand people, right?"

Coming down from Mount Wudang, looking at the boundless Yuan Court troops below,

Wei Yixiao couldn't help but gasp.

With so many people surrounding them, even if his light-body technique was peerless, he would end up being hacked to death by random blades!

"No less than four thousand people!"

The Cloth Bag Monk, who had experience in commanding troops, estimated slightly and came up with a number that made people's teeth ache.

Zhang Jie chuckled and said:

"The Yuan Court really thinks highly of us, sending over five thousand people."

His eyesight was far beyond the Cloth Bag Monk, and the Yuan army's arrangement, although divided into many teams,

was not chaotic, but very regular,

so he estimated a much more accurate number than the Cloth Bag Monk.

"Sect Leader, we will cover your breakout!"

Knowing that today would likely not end well, Yang Xiao and the others already had a determination to die in their hearts.

No matter what, they could not let the only candidate for their Ming Sect to realize their ideals die here.

"No rush, the Yuan army hasn't launched a direct attack yet; I'm afraid they want to talk."

Zhang Jie waved his hand gently, not agreeing to Yang Xiao's proposal.

If he wanted to escape, he could just jump off the cliff of Mount Wudang.

For him, the world is full of paths!

However, if he did that, the other Wudang disciples and Ming Sect members who didn't have good light-body techniques would surely die.

He still wanted to try.

Then he looked at Zhang Sanfeng: "Grandmaster, what do you think?"

"Let's just talk to them."

Zhang Sanfeng was also used to seeing big winds and waves, and facing this desperate situation, he remained calm and unhurried.

"Good."

Zhang Jie nodded, took a few steps forward, arrived outside the range of an arrow from the army, and asked calmly:

"Where is the person in charge of the Yuan army? Do you dare to show yourself?"

"Do you dare to show yourself?"

"Do you dare to show yourself?"

Although Zhang Jie's voice was not loud, it was continuous, and in an instant, it spread for several miles.

For a moment, it actually suppressed the noise of thousands of troops!

"Such profound internal energy!"

The Great Lama, who had just told Wang Baobao that Wudang was vulnerable, had eyes full of dread.

Such martial arts were simply beyond his imagination,

as if it were the Lion's Roar of the Buddha, who had subdued countless demons in the past, possessing great magic power and great compassion.

He now understood why the Great Yuan was so wary of Zhang Jie.

To have such skills at such a young age, if he were given a few more years, wouldn't that be terrible? ===== CHAPTER 161 =====