Chapter 42

Upon hearing this, Song Yuanqiao's heart tightened slightly.

His face remained expressionless as he spoke in a deep, calm tone.

"Today is my master's birthday; let us settle all matters after today, how about that?"

Too bad.

The idea is good.

But Kongwen and the others had already decided to strike today.

How could they possibly back down because of his single sentence?

Just then, Xian Yu Tong, the Jianzongzhang Sect of Huashan, stepped forward with a cold laugh.

"We merely wish to ask Zhang Wuxia and Yin Susu a few questions."

"Before all these martial brothers, could Song Daxia really think we mean them harm?"

"Or is Song Daxia hiding something, deliberately shielding Zhang Wuxia?!"

As he spoke further,

Xian Yu Tong's tone grew harsher.

"What Xian Yu Tong Paizhang Sect says is correct—we only wish to ask a question and will not harm Zhang Wuxia. Please, Song Daxia, grant us this favor."

Sensing Abbot Kongwen's glance,

Zuo Lengchan, the Songshan Sect leader, spoke up in agreement.

After him,

Yu Canghai, the Qingcheng Sect leader; Seeing Gu Hongzi, the Emei Sect leader; the Five Elders of Kongtong; and many other Zhuduomen Sects all stepped forward one by one.

Song Yuanqiao's face darkened.

How could he not know these people had long planned this attack?

A flash of anger passed through his eyes.

He let out a cold, hostile snort.

"Today is my master's birthday; if you have come to offer congratulations, Wu Dang welcomes you wholeheartedly."

"But if you seek to cause trouble, Wu Dang is not afraid—we will see it through to the end!!"

It must be said,

Even though Song Yuanqiao's strength was not formidable,

to face the attacking sects so boldly without flinching,

he had not tarnished Wu Dang's reputation!

And the previously joyful, lively atmosphere,

with these words, turned tense and hostile.

At this point, whether it was the scattered cultivators or other sects still unaware,

no one could fail to see this was a coordinated, planned attack!

Yet, they did not rush to speak in support.

Instead, they chose to remain silent and wait for what came next.

Suddenly!

A cold snort suddenly echoed through the void.

"Hmph! A mere Great Grandmaster Realm insect dares to make such bold claims!"

In an instant,

everyone present felt dizzy and disoriented.

Their hearts leapt in alarm as they all went on high alert, as if facing a deadly foe.

And Song Yuanqiao, at the forefront,

let out a muffled groan and staggered slightly.

Forgetting his shock, he forcibly swallowed the blood rising to his throat.

He raised both hands and bowed respectfully toward the empty air.

"Who is the venerable master here? Please reveal yourself."

"As you wish!"

The moment the words were spoken,

everyone felt a blur before their eyes.

Then,

a monk clad in a cassock, with a gourd hanging at his waist, appeared out of thin air just before Abbot Kongwen.

Seeing this,

everyone's pupils contracted in shock!

Though the monk looked disheveled and unkempt,

just by this one display, no one dared underestimate him!!

031-Shaolin Drinking Monk, Four Land Immortals! (Request flowers, request tips)

Sensing the commotion,

including Mu Dao Ren, the Seven Elders of Wu Dang,

hurriedly rushed out of the Purple Cloud Grand Hall.

Their displeasure and coldness were plainly visible.

Now look at Song Yuanqiao.

He frowned and pondered deeply for a while.

Not remembering the monk's name before him, he bowed slightly and asked.

"May I ask your honorable name?"

"Name? I've long forgotten it. Since I love drinking, I've since been called the Drunken Monk."

He glanced indifferently at the Seven Elders of Wu Dang.

The Drunken Monk replied coldly.

Although each of the Seven Elders of Wu Dang was a Peerless Realm cultivator.

Especially the leader, Master Mu, who stood at the peak of the Peerless Realm.

Yet he still paid them no mind.

Because.

The combat power between the Peerless Realm and the Earthly Immortal Realm is not on the same level!

Even if there is only one realm separating them.

But one could say this:

Even a hundred Peerless experts together could not harm an Earthly Immortal in the slightest.

The Twelve Realms of martial cultivation.

The further back the realm, the greater the gap between them!

This is no idle claim.

In the Peerless Realm, one merely slowly transforms Qi into True Yuan and comprehends the Momentum.

In the Earthly Immortal Realm, the most fundamental step is to fully transform all one's Qi into True Yuan and comprehend the Domain.

Once the Domain is unleashed, one becomes the master of this realm, like a god or immortal!

Unless facing an opponent of equal or higher combat power.

Otherwise,

Once the Domain is opened, beneath the Earthly Immortal Realm, none can stand against him—he is invincible!

"The Drunken Monk?"

Song Yuanqiao frowned and murmured softly.

Then, as if remembering something, his face lit up in sudden realization.

"Could it be that you are the one who challenged the Nine Yin Divine Scripture and thereby created the Nine Yang Divine Scripture—the Drunken Divine Monk?!"

What?

The founder of the Nine Yang Divine Scripture?!!