Chapter 213

Originally, this was enough to make him proud in his heart.

But after the Golden List appeared, Guo Juxia felt that his late-stage Grandmaster status was so unbearable.

His own talent was so vulnerable in front of true geniuses.

Of course, Guo Juxia did not become decadent because of this; instead, it stirred up a long-lost fighting spirit in his heart; he had been improving his "Raging Waves Palm" during this period.

He had already gained some insights, and his realm would soon break through to the perfected Grandmaster level.

"Zhang Zhenren is the first Sect Master of the Wudang Sect, his strength is only in the Earth Immortal · Heavenly Man Realm, and the other Wudang disciples have also been recorded."

"The strongest, Yu Lianzhou, is only at the perfected Grandmaster level."

"Where did the other Earth Immortals pop out from?"

Emotionless did not quite understand.

After speaking, she toyed with the iron balls in her hand.

This was a gift from the Xiaoyao Guest—no, from Ying Ziyu—years ago.

Had it not been for the many internal affairs of the Great Ming that had not yet been dealt with, she would have long since headed to the Great Qin to find Ying Ziyu.

"Guo Juxia was right just now; the Nine Provinces are too mysterious."

"We will never be able to comprehend even one ten-thousandth of it in our entire lives."

"Emotionless, these people you speak of may be some hidden experts."

Zhuge Zhengwo sighed long and hard as he spoke.

Although the influence of the Zizai Sect was very broad, he had never been proud.

It was precisely because he had come into contact with too much and seen too much that he understood how mysterious the Nine Provinces were; one never knew which mountain reclusive experts were living on.

Zhuge Zhengwo had also always taught Emotionless and the others to keep a low profile regardless of their strength or the time.

One must never be proud or complacent, much less arrogant.

Otherwise, it would invite disaster.

"Emotionless understands!"

Emotionless nodded and said faintly.

She naturally understood what Zhuge Zhengwo was talking about.

Ever since she met Ying Ziyu and witnessed his many methods.

Emotionless had understood this principle from that moment on.

She knew even more clearly that, at any time, one must resolutely not be too arrogant.

"We will discuss the Wudang Sect later; I have some friendship with Zhang Zhenren, and if necessary, I can go to the Wudang Sect to see if I can seek some help."

"For now, let us discuss how to resolve the news that the Jianzhou Jurchens and the Oirat tribes are about to attack our Great Ming."

"Catcher God, has there been any news from Lord Li Dongyang?"

Zhuge Zhengwo asked with a serious expression.

The Wudang Sect making the Golden List was just a small interlude.

The most important thing right now was to resolve the problem at the Great Ming border.

As for why the Great Qing Dynasty was called the Jianzhou Jurchens, this was the habitual way Great Ming officials referred to the Great Qing.

The one who established the Great Qing was the Jianzhou Jurchens, one of the three major Jurchen tribes.

Besides being a habit, there was also a sense of looking down on them and disdain.

"Lord Li Dongyang cannot determine whether what we say is true or false, so he has sent people to Shanhai Pass and other places to investigate the truth; there will definitely be an accurate reply within ten days."

"However, Lord Li has already agreed that he can meet with us in secret."

The Catcher God said in a deep voice.

Although he was dissatisfied with Li Dongyang's suspicion.

It was only dissatisfaction, and he did not have many other thoughts.

The Catcher God knew that Li Dongyang was a loyal official who loved his country, and doing this was also to be more cautious.

"Good, three days later, we will meet in another hidden chamber."

As Zhuge Zhengwo spoke, he handed a brocade pouch to the Catcher God.

This was all the preparation he had made in advance.

He had built many hidden chambers all over the capital.

It was originally to guard against sudden situations that might occur one day.

Now it could be considered to have been put to use.

"Good!"

The Catcher God nodded and agreed.

……

Great Han, Holy Land of Seven Emotions and Six Desires.

Seeing the Wudang Sect on the list, Song Qingshu's eyes instantly turned blood-red.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Song Qingshu kept muttering in his mouth.

Strands of black internal energy radiated from his body, and powerful resentment was released from him.

"The Wudang Sect clearly has such strong martial artists, and Master's strength is clearly so strong; why won't they help me repair my meridians?"

"In their eyes, I am just a useless piece of trash!"

Song Qingshu said viciously.

He turned his face abruptly, his complexion turning blue-purple, and his expression looked even more terrifying.

"I suffer inhuman torture every day in this broken place, while they enjoy a wonderful life on Mount Wudang."

"Why? This is unfair, unfair!"

"I must take revenge, I must personally take back what belongs to me."

"Junior Sister Zhiruo, why did you reject me? Why?"

As Song Qingshu spoke, his brain became a mess.

He was no longer controlled by his brain, but was completely occupied by emotions.

Even what he said had no logic at all.

At this moment, there was only hatred in his heart!

Hatred for Zhou Zhiruo rejecting him, hatred for Zhang Sanfeng and the Wudang Sect members for not helping him repair his meridians.

And even more hatred for that guy who claimed to be his master, who tortured him in every possible way every day.

Since being captured and brought to the Holy Land of Seven Emotions and Six Desires, he had not slept well, nor had he eaten well.

He lived in deep water and hot fire every day, like hell.

Whenever he wanted to resist, he would be subjected to a beating, and that guy even called it "stimulating his resentment" to cultivate the techniques of the Holy Land.

"I hate, I am not reconciled!"

Song Qingshu roared loudly at the sky.

The man who had captured Song Qingshu in the dark nodded with satisfaction when he saw this.

"That's right, just like that, continue to stimulate your resentment, your hatred, so that you can better cultivate the techniques of the Holy Land."

The man laughed.

He was one of the protectors of the Holy Land of Seven Emotions and Six Desires.

At this moment, there were two women beside him; one was also a protector, and the other was Li Mochou.

Looking at the mad Song Qingshu below, Li Mochou's eyes were full of disdain.

"I really can't imagine that this person, who is like a mad dog, is the son of Song Yuanqiao, one of the famous Seven Heroes of Wudang."

"If Zhang Sanfeng saw Song Qingshu like this, he would probably be so angry that he would personally clean up the sect."

Li Mochou said coldly.

After she began to cultivate the techniques of the Holy Land of Seven Emotions and Six Desires, her temperament became increasingly cold.

However, these were all superficial phenomena.

Every day, every moment, she had to endure the pain of the eruption of the seven emotions and six desires.

To better control these emotions, she had to endure, while maintaining calmness and clarity.

She did not want to be like Song Qingshu, becoming a person dominated by emotions.

"As expected of my good disciple."