Chapter 406

Yin Tianzheng saw Zhang Zhang Wuji's concerns. He patted Zhang Zhang Wuji on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, after you master this Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt, you will still be a handsome man; it will not affect your image at all. Moreover, this martial art is extremely domineering and the cultivation speed is extremely fast. If you practice diligently, you can completely master this martial art in at most half a year."

"Good! Then I'll give it a try." Zhang Zhang Wuji nodded and agreed.

Yin Tianzheng smiled. "Leave this matter to me. You go down and prepare first."

"Mm," Zhang Zhang Wuji responded, then turned and left.

Just as he stepped into this forest, he felt a burst of killing intent in the dark.

Zhang Zhang Wuji's eyes narrowed, his figure burst forth, and he swept toward the left side. His right palm, carrying a whistling wind, slammed fiercely toward the hidden enemy in the bushes.

That person groaned, their entire chest collapsed instantly, and their body fell to the ground like a pile of mud.

This person was clearly dead beyond any doubt.

Zhang Zhang Wuji did not stop and immediately swept toward another direction. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the forest, and then a series of crisp sounds of blades clashing rang out continuously, and a sharp, murderous intent gradually permeated the air.

About an incense stick's time later, the forest returned to calm.

"Who!" Zhang Zhang Wuji shouted angrily.

As soon as he finished shouting, another short sword flew over.

Zhang Zhang Wuji stomped his right foot on the ground, used the impact to leap into the air, and performed a beautiful swallow flip to dodge the short sword.

Short swords attacked as densely as raindrops.

Zhang Zhang Wuji snorted coldly, flicked his palm, and the Nine Yang Divine Art erupted with scorching energy; a flame bloomed in his palm.

As soon as the short sword touched his palm, it ignited into a raging fire, and the short sword melted rapidly and fell to the ground.

"Petty tricks, daring to show off before an expert!" Zhang Zhang Wuji snorted coldly, shook his wrist, and several pebbles flew out of his hand, smashing toward the masked man in black.

The masked man in black screamed and fell to the ground.

"Who exactly are you? Why are you ambushing me!" Zhang Zhang Wuji stared at the masked man in black, frowning.

The masked man in black clutched his face, wailing in pain. "Please... please spare my life, please... save me..."

Zhang Zhang Wuji's eyes flickered. This man in black actually knew him—could he be a member of the Demonic Sect?

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Zhang Wuji crouched down and grabbed the mask on the man in black's face, revealing a face as pale as paper.

Zhang Zhang Wuji said in surprise, "It's you!"

At this time, Zhang Zhang Wuji noticed that this man in black was one of the Blood Blade Envoys; this man's name was Hua Quan.

How did this guy run to the Bright Cult and sneakily follow him?

"Please... please save... save me, please... please... please..." Hua Quan's mouth overflowed with bright red liquid, and he tremblingly reached out his hand, wanting to pull Zhang Zhang Wuji's sleeve, but he accidentally tugged at his wound and almost fainted from the pain.

Zhang Zhang Wuji hurriedly helped Hua Quan up, fed him a pill, and then took his pulse.

After the examination, he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, although Hua Quan's injuries were quite severe, his life was not in danger.

"Which of the Blood Blade Envoys are you?" Zhang Zhang Wuji asked.

Hua Quan gritted his teeth. "I... I am Hua Quan!"

"Hua Quan? Do you have any business with me?" Zhang Zhang Wuji said.

"The... the Cult Leader asked me to tell you that the Bright Cult is going to... to change its sky..."

After Hua Quan finished this sentence, he fainted directly.

Zhang Zhang Wuji frowned. Why did Hua Quan suddenly come out with such a statement?

However, these things had nothing to do with him.

After handing Hua Quan over to the Bright Cult disciples to take care of, Zhang Zhang Wuji returned to the Bright Cult's main altar.

After returning to his room, Zhang Zhang Wuji began to practice the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art taught to him by Yin Tianzheng.

Zhang Zhang Wuji knew that there were undercurrents surging within the Bright Cult, and he also felt threatened. In this situation, if he didn't work hard to improve his strength...

I'm afraid it wouldn't be long before the Bright Cult split.

Zhang Zhang Wuji originally thought that his seclusion this time would take several months or even longer, but he did not expect that it would only take three days to master the first layer of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art.

At this time, Zhang Zhang Wuji's skin was like brass, emitting a bronze luster, as if cast from metal, extremely hard.

Zhang Zhang Wuji felt his physical state, and a trace of joy appeared on his face.

The Vajra Indestructible Divine Art was indeed mysterious and extraordinary.

Zhang Zhang Wuji walked to the mirror and saw himself in the mirror, and couldn't help but be startled. Was this still him?

This body was simply like a golden bronze statue.

Zhang Zhang Wuji moved a few times, making the sound of joints rubbing together. He swung his arms and kicked his legs lightly against the ground, instantly making a crisp sound. Even a wall made of steel plates would probably be punched through by him in one move.

Of course, he couldn't do that yet, but it was already beginning to show its power.

Zhang Zhang Wuji tried to run the internal energy path of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art again, but every time he ran it halfway, his body felt as if it were blocked, and no matter what, he couldn't run it, as if a huge, stubborn rock in his dantian was blocking all the channels for his internal energy.

Zhang Zhang Wuji shook his head. He didn't give up but continued to run it. Finally, the internal energy in his body ran more and more smoothly, and a warm breath wandered through his body, making him feel extremely comfortable. He felt that his physical strength had increased a lot, and his internal energy seemed to have become more pure.

Zhang Zhang Wuji knew that he needed to constantly improve his strength now; otherwise, the only thing waiting for him was death.

He took a deep breath, cleared the chaotic thoughts from his mind, and sat quietly for a night to consolidate his cultivation.

After waking up the next morning, he felt refreshed, full of energy, and had endless strength throughout his body.

Zhang Zhang Wuji climbed out of bed, washed up, and came to the courtyard outside.

Today he was preparing to practice Taiji Fist, when suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came from afar.

Immediately, four Bright Cult disciples escorted two people over.

One of them was older, with gray hair and beard, and the other was younger, seventeen or eighteen years old.

These two were Jianghu scum captured by the Bright Cult.

Zhang Zhang Wuji asked with slight confusion, "What's wrong?"

The Bright Cult expert leading the four disciples to escort the prisoners reported, "Reporting to the Young Cult Leader, these two attempted to assassinate the White-Browed Eagle King!"

"What!" Zhang Zhang Wuji's expression sank, and he shouted sharply, "How could you let villains assassinate Grandfather right under your noses?"

These two actually attempted to assassinate Yin Tianzheng?

Although Zhang Zhang Wuji knew Yin Tianzheng's martial arts were peerless, he was still very surprised.

"This subordinate deserves to die!" The four disciples knelt on one knee in unison to plead guilty.

Seeing the appearance of these four, Zhang Zhang Wuji knew in his heart that they had fulfilled their responsibilities.

But before Zhang Zhang Wuji could punish them, the old man and the youth whose hands and feet were tied suddenly roared, "I am Bai Mongolian Yuan, a disciple of the Huashan Sect. How can I be willing to be humiliated? Kill me or slice me as you please!"

Zhang Zhang Wuji's expression was uncertain as he looked at the appearance of these two, clearly intending to die...

He couldn't help but look at Bai Mongolian Yuan with admiration.

They were indeed loyal enough, preferring to die rather than surrender.

Unfortunately, they had met the wrong target.

The people of the Bright Cult feared death the least, and these two guys happened to choose to seek their own death.

Zhang Zhang Wuji looked at them and said indifferently, "You don't need to worry. Since you are unwilling to submit, I will make sure you never reincarnate!"

Zhang Zhang Wuji's tone was ice-cold, and he raised his hand and struck out with a palm.

"Ah!" The two exclaimed, staring at Zhang Zhang Wuji with wide eyes.

"Bang!" Zhang Zhang Wuji struck the two on their chests with one palm, and saw Bai Mongolian Yuan and the youth fly backward, crashing into a tree trunk next to the courtyard gate.

"The Young Master is wise and martial, with high martial arts; this little one admires you, admires you." The Bright Cult expert leading the four disciples hurriedly flattered him.

Zhang Zhang Wuji waved his hand, signaling them to step down. Bai Mongolian Yuan was seriously injured, his heart full of unwillingness. "We came to the Bright Cult with no malice; I hope the Young Cult Leader will show mercy!"

He didn't want to die, especially now that the Bright Cult's situation was dangerous. If he died just like that, what would happen to the Huashan Sect?