Chapter 394: The Ming Cult changes masters, avenging grievances

"Sigh, I don't know how such a person learned such skills."

"No matter where he came from, his strength is definitely enough to become a member of our Ming Cult."

On the other side, Zhang Zhang Wuji hadn't expected Yin Tianzheng to make him the Young Master of the Ming Cult directly; no wonder those people were unconvinced.

Although Yin Tianzheng was ruthless, he had reasons for his actions, unlike Zhou Zhou Botong, who killed the innocent indiscriminately.

But the situation had improved now, so the position of the future Cult Leader of the Ming Cult would likely change hands.

"Grandfather, Zhang Wuji has no virtue or ability and cannot hold the position of Young Master of the Ming Cult." Zhang Zhang Wuji said to Yin Tianzheng.

"You kid, are you doubting your grandfather’s ability?" Yin Tianzheng frowned slightly, clearly in a bad mood.

"I wouldn't dare, Grandfather is wise and powerful, Zhang Wuji is willing to obey your orders."

Yin Tianzheng smiled: "That’s more like it."

"By the way, kid, what level have you practiced the Nine Yang Divine Art to?" he asked.

"Reporting to Grandfather, Zhang Wuji has already mastered it." Zhang Zhang Wuji replied truthfully.

Yin Tianzheng nodded, took a deep breath, and said: "You have practiced this Nine Yang Divine Art very skillfully. You are worthy of being my grandson; your martial arts aptitude is indeed extraordinary. Even looking at the entire martial arts world, this unique skill can be called a first-class martial art."

Zhang Zhang Wuji just shook his head modestly, but in his heart, he thought of the divination Su Hang had done for him.

He truly is a divine calculator; everything is going extremely smoothly, or rather, it is all plain sailing.

Yin Tianzheng suddenly added: "However, although the Nine Yang Divine Art is powerful, it also has flaws. If you don't pay attention to the purity of your internal energy, you will be putting the cart before the horse."

Zhang Zhang Wuji was stunned. What did this mean?

"Although the Nine Yang Divine Art is powerful and has a high cultivation speed, it is very difficult to reach the peerless level," Yin Tianzheng pondered: "This unique skill requires the internal energy in your dantian as a foundation, and each level requires the accumulation of several years of internal energy."

Zhang Zhang Wuji was secretly shocked; the Nine Yang Divine Art was indeed worthy of its reputation, and the mysteries it contained far exceeded his previous imagination.

But since Yin Tianzheng said so, he shouldn't be lying to him, so he said: "I hope Grandfather can enlighten me."

Yin Tianzheng smiled: "Don't be in a hurry, listen to me explain it slowly. Although this Nine Yang Divine Art is powerful, each level takes a long time, and each level requires the accumulation of several years of internal energy to be fully unleashed."

"Think about it, you need to accumulate several years of internal energy to unleash the full power of the Nine Yang Divine Art, but you must know that your enemies will definitely be more powerful than you, because your opponents will not give you the chance to accumulate internal energy, and you don't have extra time to practice. As a result, your martial arts will be unable to break through."

Zhang Zhang Wuji suddenly realized; he finally understood that the Nine Yang Divine Art had such a drawback.

"But Grandfather, I want to avenge my parents, so I must become stronger as soon as possible. Only then will I have the confidence to avenge them." Zhang Zhang Wuji said.

Yin Tianzheng said: "I know you are concerned about revenge, but there is no need to rush."

Zhang Zhang Wuji shook his head and said: "I know, but this concerns my father and mother, how can I sit idly by?"

"Sigh." Yin Tianzheng sighed: "You are right, your father and mother are your reverse scale; whoever touches them dies."

After a pause, he continued: "I know you are worried, but don't forget, with your three-legged cat kung fu, do you think you have a chance of winning?"

"How will I know if I don't try?" Zhang Zhang Wuji insisted.

"Alright." Yin Tianzheng sighed helplessly.

He also knew that persuasion was useless, so he could only instruct Zhang Zhang Wuji to protect his own life and not act recklessly.

His enemies were not just one sect; there were also bounties and hunts for Zhang Zhang Wuji in the outside world. Zhang Zhang Wuji was now in extreme danger.

And the Ming Cult members, having recognized Zhang Zhang Wuji, were extremely protective; if the Demon Cult dared to harm their Young Master, they would naturally not let it go.

Shaolin Sect!

"Amitabha!"

A crisp Buddhist chant rang out, a golden light flashed, and two figures landed in the desert.

This was a mountain peak, and standing there were two men.

One of them was wearing a monk’s robe, while the other was wearing luxurious brocade clothes, with a firm face, sharp eyes, and a strong sense of oppression radiating from his whole body.

Both of their gazes were focused on one place, seemingly clashing with each other; one could vaguely see sparks flying, a tense atmosphere.

"You are Master Kucheng?" the young man in luxurious brocade clothes said coldly.

"This poor monk is indeed Master Kucheng." The man in the monk’s robe said lightly, his hands pressed together, seemingly indifferent to the person opposite him.

The young man in brocade clothes said: "You are the one who wiped out my Demon Cult’s branch?"

Master Kucheng said: "The Demon Cult is cruel and bloodthirsty, ravaging the martial arts world; it should have been destroyed long ago."

The young man in brocade clothes said: "Then you killed my junior brother and stole my Demon Sect’s supreme treasure. Could it be that the high monks of the Buddhist sect are all thieves who take things without asking?"

"Demon Cult’s supreme treasure?" Master Kucheng shook his head: "I have never taken any Demon Cult supreme treasure."

The young man in brocade clothes frowned, then shouted: "Don't play dumb, the Blood Soul Pearl is a supreme treasure passed down through the Demon Cult, how could it disappear for no reason?"

Master Kucheng continued to shake his head: "The benefactor is wrong, the inheritance of the Blood Soul Pearl does not actually belong to the Demon Cult."

Hearing this, the young man in brocade clothes laughed disdainfully: "Hmph, do you think I’m a fool? Can your words be trusted?"

Master Kucheng didn't care about the young man’s attitude, his expression remaining indifferent.

He had come out this time because of Yin Tianzheng’s letter, and secondly, to find Su Hang to calculate whether he could achieve true Buddhahood.

But when Master Kucheng arrived here, he found that there was not a single person here, not even a ghost.

This made him feel strange, so he wandered around the vicinity and finally discovered Ye Ye Changqing, a peerless expert of the Qinghai Sect.

Master Kucheng immediately stopped and looked him over carefully.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Master Kucheng narrowed his eyes, muttering to himself: "It’s actually him!"

He remembered clearly that it was this young man who had become famous in the martial arts world.

Ye Ye Changqing had been ordered by his own sect to stop Master Kucheng from going to the Half-Moon Inn to find Su Hang.

When Master Kucheng came to smash his Qinghai Sect’s place back then, Ye Ye Changqing had been scared out of his wits, but fortunately, he was saved by someone later.

Seeing Master Kucheng again, Ye Ye Changqing’s expression was very strange; he never expected to meet Master Kucheng here.

He and Master Kucheng had once had some conflicts, but those conflicts were not grievances for the two of them at all, at most just small frictions.