Chapter 41

But with this great banner here.

On the surface, it would be easy to be restrained.

This is naturally not the situation they wished to see.

Fortunately, Zhang Zhenren did not choose to oppose the Geda Sect.

Now look at Zhu Wushi.

His originally sinister gaze.

Upon hearing this answer, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled upward.

While inwardly relieved, he felt even greater disdain for Zhu Houzhao.

To be honest, he was truly startled by this move of his.

He actually declared in front of ninety percent of the Great Ming martial world's sects that Wu Dang should lead the entire martial world.

This was more than just slapping their faces!

It was literally grinding their faces into the ground!

If they agreed to this, wouldn't Wu Dang instantly become the target of everyone's ire?!

Even if he had to say it, he should have said it privately!

Now look—he's lost all his face completely!

Thinking of this,

Zhu Wushi took pleasure in the chaos,

yet also secretly felt relieved.

Fortunately, such a person is my opponent!

030-All Sects Launch an Attack, Wu Dang Stands Firm! (Request flowers, request tips)

'Damn it, how dare you humiliate me like this!'

Among the crowd,

the disguised Ming Emperor Zhu Houzhao.

Upon hearing Zhang Sanfeng's response, his face turned terrifyingly dark.

His sharp eyes brimmed with boundless coldness.

In contrast, Wei Jinzhong, standing beside him,

looked both astonished and speechless.

He hadn't expected

that just one oversight—failing to help the other refine the imperial decree's wording—

would lead to such a massive upheaval!

You know,

Under these circumstances,

issuing such an imperial decree was tantamount to deliberately tormenting Wu Dang?

If the other truly accepted it,

wouldn't he be forced to stand against the entire Great Ming martial world?

The stakes and consequences were obvious to any fool!

Thinking this,

he inwardly groaned in despair.

He had suggested that He Li present two thousand-year-old spiritual herbs.

Now, because of one imperial decree, both he and Wu Dang had been thoroughly trapped.

Most critically,

he couldn't say this aloud!

Clearly,

every word in the imperial decree came from this person's hand.

If he spoke up, wouldn't he be blaming the other?

Having long served in Shengong,

he still had enough perceptiveness for this much.

So he could only furrow his brows, pondering how to take the blame.

Half an hour later,

Wu Dang's training ground.

'Yunzhou Shaolin, Mount Emei, Huashan, Qingcheng, Taishan, Hengshan, Kunlun, Kongtong, Jianshan Shanzhuang, Wuzheng Shanzhuang, Jinqian Bang… Sssss!'

Gazing at the throngs of figures surrounding him,

some martial world recluses lucky enough to attend the ceremony wore expressions of stunned awe.

This scene, this lineup—enough to brag about for life!

Some seasoned recluses,

upon recognizing this lineup, couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath.

The entire Great Ming martial world,

nearly every Zhengdaomen Sect had shown up.

This… this…

Aside from shock,

For a moment.

They could not find any words fitting enough to express their feelings at this moment!

However.

Just as everyone was looking forward to Zhang Zhenren's appearance.

Song Yuanqiao walked unhurriedly out of the Purple Sky Hall.

He cupped his fists toward the crowd, and in a clear, apologetic voice said.

"Thank you all for taking time from your busy schedules to attend my master's hundredth birthday celebration."

"It is only because my master's health is poor and it is inconvenient for him to see people; please allow him some peace and quiet."

"The kind intentions of all my fellow wanderers of the jianghu, Song offers his thanks to each and every one of you here."

"Please follow the reception disciples to the Guest Reception Plaza."

"If there is any place where the hospitality falls short, please bear with us generously."

After this string of words.

Although the crowd was somewhat disappointed at not catching a glimpse of the demeanor of the Great Ming's number one expert.

But since the host had already said as much.

They naturally could not press the matter.

They nodded in understanding, preparing to follow the reception disciples to the Guest Reception Plaza.

However.

Just at this moment.

The Yunzhou Shaolin Abbot Kongwen, who had been sitting calmly all this while, chanted a Buddhist invocation and stepped forward.

"Amitabha."

"Zhang Zhenren wishes for peace and quiet; as juniors, we naturally dare not disturb him."

"However, besides coming to offer birthday wishes to Zhang Zhenren, we have one more matter this time."

"We ask Song Daxia to summon Zhang Wuxia and Yin Susu out, to answer a question for us."

At these words.

The plaza, which had still been somewhat noisy, instantly fell deathly silent.

Except for some of the Gedamen Sect leaders who had already privately discussed matters with Abbot Kongwen.

A group of loose cultivators and some Men Sect leaders who had not taken part in last night's discussions, one after another turned puzzled gazes toward him.

Frowning in thought, their expressions flickering between shock and uncertainty.