Chapter 17

013- Song Huang erupted in rage, Master Pang Ban! (Requesting flowers, requesting tips)

Great Song, Yunzhou Shaolin, Scripture Library.

"Damn it! After lying low for years, all my efforts have come to nothing!"

He sensed a sudden influx of unfamiliar memories in his mind.

The Sweeping Monk—no, Murong Longcheng—not only did not rejoice, but his face turned grim.

He cursed under his breath.

There was no time to examine the subtleties of the technique.

His entire body vanished instantly from where he stood.

When he reappeared, he was at the foot of Mount Shaoshi.

He glanced back toward the Scripture Library.

In the end, he could only turn away in fury.

Although his current late-stage Celestial Immortal strength made him unafraid of Yunzhou Shaolin.

Even if the entire monastery launched a siege, he was confident he could depart calmly.

But the problem was, his ambition to restore his kingdom had been exposed by the Heavenly Dao Golden List.

If he still stayed here, did they really think Song Huang was made of clay!

Not long after he left.

A group of figures hurried over.

The arrivals were none other than.

Abbot Xuan Ci and the assembled Gao Seng of Yunzhou Shaolin.

Unfortunately,

Even though they had gathered their forces the moment they heard the news and rushed over en masse.

No matter how hard they hurried, they were still one step too late.

Gazing at the old, worn-out broom lying quietly on the ground.

They knew Murong Longcheng was long gone.

Abbot Xuan Ci and the others' faces turned as black as soot.

He knew.

This one incident.

Great Song Shaolin would become famous across the Nine Continents!

But this "fame" sounded more like a joke.

Just imagining that in the coming period,

Great Song Shaolin would become gossip over tea and meals across the Nine Continents.

Even worse, its prestige within the Great Song Jianghu would likely plummet!

Abbot Xuan Ci felt a tightness in his chest.

He nearly choked on a mouthful of old blood!

He let out a heavy snort, clenched his teeth, and swept his sleeve away in fury.

What he didn't know was.

Inside a certain window of the Scripture Library.

A pair of eyes he knew all too well were quietly taking in every moment.

Those gleaming eyes were filled with boundless excitement!

Meanwhile,

Gusu, Swallow's Nest.

"Hahaha, my ancestor is still alive! My Murong clan's restoration is within reach!"

Looking at the content on the Heavenly Dao Golden List.

Murong Fu, famed in the Great Song Jianghu, wore a face flushed with excitement.

His entire body trembled with excitement!

"Young Master, this is not yet the time to rejoice."

"Our ancestor has been exposed by the Heavenly Dao Golden List; our situation has become perilous."

"In my view, we must escape first."

"If we wait too long, disaster will surely follow!"

Beside him, Feng Bo'e was also overjoyed.

But he had not forgotten their current predicament.

From the moment the Heavenly Dao Golden List exposed their ancestor,

the Murong clan, which had already built considerable prestige in the Great Song Jianghu, would instantly become public enemies.

If they did not act quickly to flee,

it would not take long.

Swallow's Nest would be surrounded by the righteous forces of the Great Song!

Hearing this,

Murong Fu shuddered violently.

His laughter instantly cut off, as if strangled by an invisible hand.

His expression flickered uncertainly.

He quickly turned his head and ordered Feng Bo'e.

"There's no time to lose. Fourth Brother Feng, you hurry off and notify Third Brother Bao and the others to pack up at once."

"Got it, I'll go right now."

Feng Bo'e answered without a second thought.

Then he turned and left in a hurry.

But after only two steps, he seemed to think of something.

His feet paused slightly, and with a somewhat hesitant expression, he spoke up.

"What about the Young Lady and Sister Azhu and Sister Abi..."

He didn't finish the rest of his words.

But Murong Fu instantly understood what he meant.

A flicker of hesitation crossed his eyes.

He was silent for two breaths.

As if answering Feng Bo'e, and as if deceiving himself with empty comfort.

"Don't worry. They're just frail women without the strength to truss a chicken."

"Those fellows who always style themselves as righteous men shouldn't lay a hand on them."

Feng Bo'e nodded and said no more.

Great Song, Imperial Palace.

He withdrew his gaze from the void.

Zhao Ji's old face was overcast, his eyes brimming with fury.

He had never expected—

That right under his very nose, there were still traitors plotting to usurp the throne!

Especially this leader, Murong Longcheng—a late-stage Earthly Celestial Immortal expert!

If not for the exposure of the Heavenly Dao Golden List,

Who knows what kind of threat he would pose to Great Song in the future!

At this thought.

Zhao Ji let out a cold snort, his tone utterly grim.

"Issue my decree: the Murong clan intends treason—confiscate their property and exterminate their entire house. Leave none alive!!"

"Your Majesty is wise!"