Chapter 210

Chu Liuxiang let out a long sigh.

He had once visited Abbot Zilan Xuan Ci at the Shaolin Temple.

The two had talked for a long time, and Chu Liuxiang had a very good impression of that kind old monk.

Not long ago, when he heard about the "leader" and the breaking of the commandments, as well as the matter of the son Xuzhu, Chu Liuxiang had been very worried about Abbot Zilan Xuan Ci.

Had it not been for the news that Ximen Chuixue had appeared at the foot of Mount Emei, making him anxious to find his tracks, Chu Liuxiang's personality would have led him to the Shaolin Temple to visit Abbot Zilan Xuan Ci long ago.

Hua Manlou did not speak, simply drinking his wine quietly.

"We are about to reach Mount Emei; let us set off now."

Lu Xiaofeng proposed.

Bai Zhantang, Chu Liuxiang, and Hua Manlou all nodded.

Subsequently, the four put down their wine cups, rose, and left the inn.

The night watchman who had been following the four also left, without attracting the slightest attention from Lu Xiaofeng and the others.

……

Xiaoyao Sect.

After Xuzhu finished receiving the teachings from Wu Yazi, Tianshan Tonglao, and Li Qiushui, he was still meditating to digest the content.

Opening his eyes and seeing the Shaolin Temple on the list in the sky, Xuzhu was somewhat surprised.

"Is this still the Shaolin Temple I am familiar with?"

Xuzhu was stunned on the spot, unable to believe what his eyes were seeing.

He had spent twenty or thirty years at the Shaolin Temple, always believing the strongest was Abbot Zilan Xuan Ci, who was his biological father.

He had not expected that so many experts were hidden within the Shaolin Temple.

"I wonder how Abbot Zilan Xuan Ci is doing?"

Xuzhu was somewhat worried.

Since returning to the Xiaoyao Sect, he had not had any contact with news from the outside world.

To prevent anyone from disturbing the cultivation of the Xiaoyao Sect members, the founder Xiaoyaozi had used the Heavenly Dao reward to conceal the location of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Therefore, every day, apart from cultivation, Xuzhu knew absolutely nothing.

"Silly boy, don't worry; that old bald donkey Zilan Xuan Ci is not dead, he just no longer serves as Abbot."

"Furthermore, he is forbidden from leaving the Shaolin Temple for life, and forbidden from meeting you or Ye Erniang."

"That Ye Erniang has also been searching for your tracks recently."

A petite-looking woman stood before Xuzhu and explained the situation.

She was Xiaoyaozi's eldest disciple, Tianshan Tonglao.

Do not let her youthful appearance and petite stature fool you; she was actually over a hundred years old.

"Many thanks to Grandmother for informing me!"

Upon hearing this, Xuzhu said with great excitement.

Having received news of his father and mother, he no longer worried.

"Who would have thought that so many bald donkeys were hidden in the Shaolin Temple, even more formidable than our Xiaoyao Sect."

Tianshan Tonglao clicked her tongue in wonder.

She had never held the Shaolin Temple in high regard before.

She had even thought about going to the Shaolin Temple to argue when she heard Zilan Xuan Ci had driven Xuzhu away.

Fortunately, she was stopped by her master; otherwise, if she had really gone and provoked these hidden people, she would have been stripped of a layer of skin even if she didn't die.

As an Earth Immortal, Tianshan Tonglao was very clear about how vast the gap was between each realm of the Earth Immortals.

Do not underestimate a minor realm; it was a greater gap than that between an ordinary person and a Grandmaster.

Xuzhu did not think too much.

His anxious heart was now at ease.

……

Apart from these people.

The most shocked were the people of Mount Wudang.

Of course, Zhang Sanfeng was the exception.

He felt not the slightest surprise, as all of this was within his expectations.

Or rather, he knew the situation of the Shaolin Temple clearly.

After all, he had come from the Shaolin Temple, and his master was the high monk of the Shaolin Temple, Master Jueyuan.

Had he not known that the hidden strength of the Shaolin Temple was similar to that of Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng would have long since relied on his own strength to go to the Shaolin Temple to avenge his master.

"There has always been the saying of Northern Shaolin and Southern Wudang."

"I did not expect the Shaolin Temple's appearance this time to be so formidable."

"I have never looked down on the Shaolin Temple before, but now it seems I still underestimated them somewhat."

Song Yuanqiao frowned, his tone of voice also very serious.

He did not know the true situation of the Wudang Sect, so he felt that since the Shaolin Temple had made the Golden List, Wudang was already inferior to Shaolin.

This point made him somewhat worried.

He was not worried for himself, but for the Wudang Sect.

Previously, the Wudang Sect had always been ranked alongside the Shaolin Temple, and they were mentioned together.

If Wudang did not make the Golden List, who knew how many malicious words would be spoken by others.

By then, the reputation and prestige of the Wudang Sect would drop significantly.

If someone with ulterior motives utilized this point, it would be extremely disadvantageous to Wudang.

This was what Song Yuanqiao was truly worried about.

"The Shaolin Temple may be strong, but our Wudang Sect is not inferior."

The speaker was Yu Lianzhou, the second of the Seven Heroes of Wudang and Zhang Sanfeng's second disciple.

At the same time, Yu Lianzhou was the strongest in martial arts among the Seven Heroes, his strength having reached the perfected Grandmaster realm.

"Second Brother is right; even if our Wudang Sect does not make the Golden List, this does not mean we are inferior to the Shaolin Temple!"

Mo Shenggu, the seventh of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, said with resonance and force.

The remaining brothers also nodded.

They were not mocking the Shaolin Temple, nor were they looking down on it.

Rather, they felt that the Wudang Sect was not in the slightest inferior to the Shaolin Temple; in their view, the Wudang Sect was the most powerful sect in the Nine Provinces.

They did not care about the ranking on the Golden List.

This was, of course, not their arrogance, nor was it conceit.

It was their strong identification with the Wudang Sect.

Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao laughed; he knew he had been obsessed just now.

With them here, and with the many heroes and gallants of Wudang, even without making the Golden List, the Wudang Sect would still receive the respect of others within the Nine Provinces.

Zhang Sanfeng, who had been silent, saw his disciples so united and also smiled happily.

"Seeing the seven of you like this, my heart as your master is very gratified."

"You need not worry; I will give you the bottom line here: the foundation of our Wudang Sect is not in the slightest inferior to the Shaolin Temple."

"It may even exceed the Shaolin Temple!"

Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile.

Although he was the first Sect Master of the Wudang Sect.

This was only on the surface; only he knew the true facts.

Back when he was preparing to establish a sect on Mount Wudang, he encountered a group of reclusive experts living there.

Zhang Sanfeng also knew that to establish a sect, he had to obtain the consent of these people.

Thus, he stated his thoughts.

After those experts listened, they tested Zhang Sanfeng's strength.

Finally, the person in the lead, holding a long sword, nodded and agreed; only then did Zhang Sanfeng establish the Wudang Sect.

The one in the lead was named Lu Zu!

After the Wudang Sect was established, these people also secretly joined Wudang.

This was, of course, not a whim of Lu Zu and the others, but because they felt Zhang Sanfeng was quite good, and secondly, they wanted to pass down what they had learned.