Chapter 397: Figured out the routine, fled in a sorry state

"Well come."

Zhang Zhang Wuji’s eyes were cold, his muscles knotted, and his stature instantly grew by several inches. As his fists danced, waves of sharp and fierce fist wind exploded out, colliding fiercely with the Dharma Fist Seal.

A violent explosion resounded throughout the entire Ming Cult.

A massive force surged over. Zhang Zhang Wuji let out a muffled groan and was knocked back more than ten meters. He kicked the ground to steady his body, and then another burst of fist energy sprayed out, heading straight for Master Kucheng.

"030"

Facing Zhang Zhang Wuji’s fist energy, Master Kucheng did not dodge or evade; instead, he reached out to grab it, catching the fist energy in his palm with one hand, and then using the other hand to strike out.

At this moment, Zhang Zhang Wuji retracted his fist energy and leaped backward, narrowly dodging Master Kucheng’s attack.

But Zhang Zhang Wuji took advantage of this gap, his figure erupted and retreated a zhang away, and then his figure was elegant like an immortal, holding the Heaven-Reliant Sword, looking at Mei Mei Qiqing from afar.

Master Kucheng was slightly surprised; if it had been anyone else, they definitely would not have been able to dodge that palm.

However, Zhang Zhang Wuji’s move also allowed Master Kucheng to see through his routine.

Zhang Zhang Wuji swung his right leg horizontally like a whip, striking Master Kucheng squarely in the chest.

What Zhang Zhang Wuji used was a whip-leg move from the Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Sole Sovereign Art; this kick was domineering and peerless.

Even Master Kucheng could not help but change his expression slightly.

However, Master Kucheng did not panic because of this. His body was as slippery as a loach, and he lifted his left leg to block Zhang Zhang Wuji’s kick.

Subsequently, he curled the five fingers of his right hand into an eagle-claw shape and hooked onto the leg Zhang Zhang Wuji had kicked out.

Accompanied by a harsh friction sound, the two remained deadlocked for a moment before suddenly erupting with powerful internal energy ripples, which swept outward, snapping all the surrounding trees.

Master Kucheng and Zhang Zhang Wuji both retreated a few steps.

Master Kucheng narrowed his eyes. "Your martial arts are somewhat strange."

Zhang Zhang Wuji frowned slightly. His martial arts originated from his Master; this art was profound and vast, and he had not yet mastered it completely, but his strength would never be as weak as ordinary Jianghu folk.

Master Kucheng’s internal energy was very thick, not at all inferior to his, and perhaps even half a point stronger.

"Junior, you are very good."

Master Kucheng praised him. "However, I know that you cannot sustain this kind of battle for long. If you are willing to join my Shaolin Temple, this old monk can guarantee that your future achievements will be no worse than anyone else's, and you may even leave your name in history."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhang Wuji sneered. "Do you think I would believe that?"

Master Kucheng sighed and shook his head. "Sigh, since that is the case, this old monk has no other choice. Today, I can only send you on your way..."

"Bang—"

Master Kucheng widened his eyes, and a ball of golden light suddenly shot out from them, heading straight for Zhang Zhang Wuji.

This golden light was as fast as thunder, arriving in the blink of an eye, and it carried a strange demonic quality that actually disrupted Zhang Zhang Wuji’s vision, making it impossible for him to see the ball of golden light at all.

Master Kucheng revealed a sneer; he had long guessed that Zhang Zhang Wuji would not be able to see through this move, otherwise, how would he dare to act rashly?

The corners of Master Kucheng’s mouth curled into an arc, but then he felt a heart-wrenching pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a shocking wound on his chest.

"Pfft!"

Blood sprayed out, splashing onto Zhang Zhang Wuji’s face.

Master Kucheng clutched his chest and turned 0.6 away with difficulty.

Zhang Zhang Wuji watched the back of the departing Master Kucheng, a chill rising in his heart.

He did not expect Master Kucheng to be injured, but he still did not have much confidence in winning.

Under these circumstances, Master Kucheng could still leave safely, so what chance of victory did he have?

Zhang Zhang Wuji was agitated. He did not know why, but he always felt that the matter of the Shaolin Sect was not that simple; they seemed to be hiding some secret.

After returning to his room, Master Kucheng first bandaged himself, then sat cross-legged to recuperate.

"Amitabha."

Master Kucheng opened his eyes and muttered, his expression uncertain.

In that exchange just now, he had already probed Zhang Zhang Wuji’s true strength.

Although Zhang Zhang Wuji was still young, his martial arts attainments were extremely high, especially that Nine Yang Divine Art, which was incomparably profound; it was because of this that he had been injured just now.

Such a person, if he cannot be used by me, must be eliminated, otherwise he will become a great enemy of Shaolin in the future.

Killing intent surfaced in Master Kucheng’s heart, but it was suppressed by his reason.

Shaolin martial arts emphasize gradual progress, and Zhang Zhang Wuji was too young and still needed tempering.

"Amitabha."

Master Kucheng recited Amitabha a few times, only then calming his restless mind.

After returning to his room, Zhang Zhang Wuji lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, scenes flashing through his mind.

His mother’s kind face, his father’s handsome features... scene after scene swept before his eyes.

He really wanted to figure out what exactly had happened to his parents.

Finally, he let out a long sigh and closed his eyes to sleep.

The next day.

Zhang Zhang Wuji woke up early, and after washing up, he walked into the courtyard to look at the scenery.

The Ming Cult was located in the heart of the Western Regions, with majestic mountains, beautiful and varied, and pleasant scenery.

Zhang Zhang Wuji stood in the courtyard admiring the scenery, his mood gradually becoming relaxed, but suddenly, the sound of urgent hoofbeats approached from afar, and then a rider galloped over.

"Young Master Zhang Wuji."

The disciple dismounted and bowed to Zhang Zhang Wuji.

"What is it?" Zhang Zhang Wuji asked.

"Reporting to the Young Master, the brothers of the Ming Cult have just discovered the tracks of the Demon Cult."

The disciple bowed and said, "According to the brothers, people from the Demon Cult have secretly arrived near our Ming Cult’s territory."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhang Wuji’s pupils shrank.

For these past days, the Ming Cult had been secretly monitoring the movements of the Demon Cult.

The Demon Cult disciples did indeed have abnormal movements, but they had not aroused the vigilance of the Ming Cult, so this matter had been dragged on and on.

Could it be that the Demon Cult finally could not hold back and decided to take action?

Zhang Zhang Wuji pondered for a moment and nodded. "I know. You go back first. Remember, do not leak this news."

"Yes."

After the disciple left, Zhang Zhang Wuji returned to his room.

"Zhang Wuji, what is wrong with you? Why is your face so pale?"

Just as he stepped into the room, Zhang Zhang Wuji saw Yin Tianzheng looking at him with concern.

Zhang Zhang Wuji smiled. "Grandfather, don't worry, I'm fine. Maybe I didn't sleep well last night."

Yin Tianzheng frowned. "You should still rest more. Don't forget, your illness has not fully recovered yet."

"I'm really fine," Zhang Zhang Wuji said.

"Sigh." Yin Tianzheng shook his head and sighed. "Fine, you are my grandson, of course I hope you are lively every day, but alas, sigh."

Zhang Zhang Wuji knew that Yin Tianzheng was truly doing it for his own good, and a warm current could not help but surge in his heart. "Thank you, Grandfather."

Yin Tianzheng nodded slightly and said, "By the way, I have something to discuss with you."

A bad premonition suddenly rose in Zhang Zhang Wuji’s heart, but he still nodded.

"Do you know if the Demon Cult has any secret treasures?" Yin Tianzheng said.

"Secret treasures?" Zhang Zhang Wuji looked at Yin Tianzheng in confusion; he did not know what the Demon Cult was trying to do, nor did he know what the Demon Cult’s secret treasure was.