Chapter 20

This trace of unease was definitely not without cause!

And the only thing that could make him feel such anxiety,

after much thought, was the Green Dragon Society!

That Green Dragon Society which gave him a choice that seemed like a choice, but in reality, was none!

027-Late-night conspiracy, Zhao Min's confidence! (Seeking flowers, seeking tips)

"Sigh~~"

Tightening his grip on the Green Dragon Token,

Zhang Sanfeng sighed deeply.

The expression on his face was filled with complexity.

For the first time,

he felt what it meant to be powerless!

Yes!

Powerless!

Facing the Green Dragon Society, this mysterious and powerful organization,

even if he were to break through the shackles of the Land Immortal right now and reach the Heaven-Human realm,

he had not the slightest confidence in being able to contend with them!

That despair and helplessness of having no plan to follow

made his heart feel like a tangled mess!

And what he did not know was that

at this moment,

at the foot of Mount Wudang,

inside a spacious room,

dozens of masters dressed in gorgeous attire with extraordinary auras had gathered together.

Among them were men and women, tall and short, fat and thin.

The only thing they had in common was that each of them carried a sharp weapon.

If any Jianghu master were here, they would surely be unable to help but exclaim out loud.

Because,

every single person here was a renowned figure in the Great Ming Jianghu!

For example, Shaolin Abbot Kong Wen, Emei Sect Leader Gu Hongzi, Huashan Sword Sect Leader Xian Yutong, Kunlun Sect Leader He Taichong, the Five Elders of Kongtong, Songshan Sect Leader Zuo Lengchan, Qingcheng Sect Leader Yu Canghai, and so on and so forth.

Almost half of all the famous righteous sects in the Great Ming Jianghu

were present.

The luxury of this lineup could be seen from this!

"Abbot Kong Wen, I wonder if the news you sent recently that the Dragon-Slaying Saber is at Wudang is true?"

As the Emei sect, which had always been on good terms with the Wudang Sect,

Gu Hongzi, secretly shocked by the forces present, could not help but frown and ask.

Once these words were spoken,

everyone present cast their gaze toward Abbot Kong Wen, waiting for his explanation.

Clearly,

those who could sit in the position of sect leader of their respective sects

were none of them easy to deal with!

Of course,

there was also no lack of fear for Zhang Sanfeng among them.

After all,

having enjoyed fame in the Jianghu for many years and being hailed as the number one master of the Great Ming,

everyone knew Zhang Sanfeng's strength like a mirror.

Therefore,

if they did not get to the bottom of the matter,

they would not be so foolish as to listen to one side and be used as a gun by others!

Seeing through everyone's little schemes at a glance,

Abbot Kong Wen sneered inwardly but did not point it out.

With an indifferent expression, he chanted a Buddhist name and said,

"Amitabha, monks do not tell lies!"

"I presume everyone has heard of the events from back then."

"And just a short while ago, the long-missing Fifth Hero Zhang has returned to Wudang."

"With him was the Demon Cult enchantress Yin Susu."

"Only the Golden-Haired Lion King, who went missing with them, has had no news at all."

"Given this, do you all think the Dragon-Slaying Saber was brought back to Wudang?"

"Even if it wasn't brought back to Wudang, do you all think Fifth Hero Zhang knows the whereabouts of the Dragon-Slaying Saber?"

Hearing this explanation,

everyone's expressions varied, and they all fell into deep thought.

A few breaths later,

a trace of greed flashed in Xian Yutong's eyes, and he stood up with a righteous look.

"Abbot Kong Wen's words are very true!"

"Furthermore, that demon, the Golden-Haired Lion King Xie Xun, created one bloody case after another in the Jianghu in the past!"

"Even among the sects present, many disciples have fallen victim to his hands."

"We are merely asking for the whereabouts of the Golden-Haired Lion King to seek justice."

"With Zhang Zhenren's deep sense of righteousness, I presume he should not refuse."

If Abbot Kong Wen's words just now were merely tempting them with profit,

then at this moment,

these words of Xian Yutong provided everyone with a fig leaf,

thereby standing on the moral high ground.

They were seeking justice in the posture of victims!

Plus, Xie Xun was one of the Four Great Dharma Kings of the Demon Cult, having slaughtered many innocents in the Jianghu.

And since everyone was a famous righteous sect, eliminating demons and defending the Dao was only natural.

Even Zhang Sanfeng would have nothing to say!

Not to mention,

being able to gather here, everyone already had their own calculations in their hearts.

They were just hindered by the lack of a good excuse.

Now that Xian Yutong had raised the banner of occupying the moral high ground,

how could they possibly let go of such a good opportunity!

Sure enough!

After only two breaths of silence,

Songshan Sect Leader Zuo Lengchan loudly echoed,

"Sect Leader Xian's words are reasonable!"

"With Zhang Zhenren's hatred of evil in the past, he certainly will not shield his disciple!"

"And we are only asking for the whereabouts of the Golden-Haired Lion King, not making an enemy of Wudang. I believe that a senior master like Zhang Zhenren will naturally not lower himself to our level!"

Hearing this, everyone nodded subconsciously.

As the saying goes, a gentleman can be deceived by what is right!

Regarding Zhang Zhenren's character... ===== CHAPTER 47 =====

They had already studied it thoroughly.

Therefore.

Without thinking for long, they all spoke up in agreement.

"Seconded!"

"Agreed!"

"It should be so!"

"..."

Following the waves of agreement.

It took less than half a quarter of an hour.

Everyone had discussed the details for tomorrow.

Then they greeted each other and dispersed.

At the same time.

In a courtyard thirty miles away.

Minmin Temur, dressed in Han attire and using the alias Zhao Min, stood in front of the pavilion, waving a folding fan.

A pair of large eyes gazed into the distance toward Wudang Mountain.

The corners of her mouth curled into a faint smile.

"The Princess seems to have everything under control?"

At this time.

A figure appeared silently by her side.

"Doesn't the Demon Master think so?"

Zhao Min smiled playfully.

Then, without waiting for Pang Ban to speak, she continued on her own.

"With my Great Yuan's five thousand elite troops, plus the Ten Fragrant Soft Tendon Powder that can target cultivation below the Peerless level."

"And the group of martial arts masters I have recruited."

"Does the Demon Master think they can still escape?"

The voice was not loud.

But it was full of confidence.

To this.

Pang Ban shook his head slightly and said softly.

"The Princess should not underestimate the martial arts masters of the Central Plains."

"At any rate, Zhang Zhenren is an existence about to break through to the Heaven-Human Realm."

"If these sects didn't have a shred of certainty, how would they dare to do such a thing?"

"Not to mention anything else, just the Land Deities I have sensed have already appeared no less than three!"

Obviously.

In his view.

Although Zhao Min's lineup sounded somewhat luxurious.

In reality, it was just for show and useless.

Facing a master of the Land Deity Realm.

Let alone five thousand troops, even if there were twice as many, it would be of no use!

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Since they have all hidden their strength, does the Demon Master think I don't have a backup plan?"

Zhao Min raised an eyebrow.

A mysterious smile appeared on her beautiful face.

Pang Ban was stunned.

He looked at her deeply and did not speak again.

028-Parties Come to Congratulate, Zhu Wushi's Grand Gesture! (Seeking flowers, seeking tips)

Some are happy, some are sad.

This night.

Was destined to be a sleepless night!

The next day.

The sky, which had always been clear, seemed to have caught the scent of a storm coming, and became somewhat gloomy.

Even the air felt somewhat stuffy and oppressive.

Unlike Zhang Sanfeng's worry.

Early in the morning.

Wudang Mountain was decorated with lanterns and streamers, full of joy.

The faces of the Wudang disciples were all beaming with bright smiles.

At the foot of the mountain.

Countless rogue cultivators had gathered densely.

That massive number.

Made the entire Wudang Mountain noisy and bustling.

"Hiss! The number of people coming to watch the ceremony is too high! Why do I feel like all the sects in the Great Ming martial arts world have come!"

"What's so strange about that! Zhang Zhenren is at least the face of our Great Ming; isn't it normal to have this kind of turnout?"

"That's right, that's right, you're making too much of a fuss; an even bigger turnout would be worthy of Zhang Zhenren!"

"Sigh~ I wanted to show my face in front of Zhang Zhenren; maybe he would be happy and take me as his closing disciple! Now it seems, with so many people here, how could Zhang Zhenren notice a small character like me."

"Brother, don't force me; although my urine is yellow, I don't want to spray you! It's not even late yet, and you're already daydreaming here!"

Just as the rogue cultivators were whispering and discussing.

A voice infused with internal energy suddenly rang out.

"Congratulating Zhang Zhenren, the Qingcheng Sect Leader leads his disciples to watch the ceremony, offering a congratulatory gift: a hundred-year-old purple ginseng!"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Before the voice had even faded.

Like a chain reaction.

Several more voices rang out in the air one after another.

"Congratulating Zhang Zhenren, the Songshan Sect Leader leads his disciples to watch the ceremony, offering a congratulatory gift: a stalk of ice grass!"

"Congratulating Zhang Zhenren, the Huashan Sect Leader leads his disciples to watch the ceremony, offering a congratulatory gift: a piece of black iron ore!"

"Congratulating Zhang Zhenren, the Hengshan Sect Leader leads his disciples to watch the ceremony, offering a congratulatory gift: a piece of red gold mysterious copper!"

"Congratulating Zhang Zhenren, the Emei Sect Leader leads her disciples to watch the ceremony, offering a congratulatory gift: a hundred-year-old vermilion fruit, and an embroidery of a hundred longevity peaches!"

"Congratulating Zhang Zhenren..."

Listening to the waves of congratulations coming from their ears.

The rogue cultivators who had come to watch the fun had their expressions turn strange.

Some were shocked, some envious, some excited, some jealous, and so on.

However.

Before it had been lively for long.

A thick and powerful voice drowned out the noise in the field.

"Congratulating Zhang Zhenren, Abbot Kong Wen leads the Shaolin disciples to watch the ceremony, offering a congratulatory gift: a Shaolin Great Restoration Pill!"

What?!

Shaolin Great Restoration Pill??

Everyone was stunned at first, then shocked.