Chapter 911

Then his figure rapidly faded, dissipating into the air.

If not for the four great holy monks and the massive thunder crater beside Miss Duanmu, it would seem as if Haosixi Sect's Ximen Wudi had never been here at all.

While speaking, the sword-qi remnant left by Ximen Wudi had already vanished without a trace.

Wu Zetian stood dazed in place, a look of loss on her face.

Cangqu, the four great holy monks, Miss Duanmu, and the others likewise stood stock-still.

If not for Monk Huanxi's Wang Si having been reduced to ruins, no one would have known a fierce battle had just taken place here.

After a long while, Wu Zetian suddenly smiled faintly.

This time, she had at least seen the Ximen Wudi she had long yearned for.

Though she had failed to cast everything aside and follow him away, as she had wished.

At the very least, she had already seen him.

And surely the Grand Dragon Head had also come to know her feelings.

Otherwise, why would he suddenly cast down a sword-qi remnant, coming specially to save her?

Thinking of this, Wu Zetian's heart was filled with joy.

Then, suddenly recalling that Cangqu was still sprawled on the ground, she said at once,

"Cangqu, get up!"

In the past, when Wu Zetian addressed Cangqu, she would more often than not still address him with the respectful title of Heavenly Demon.

But today, that was no longer needed.

Cangqu, too, accepted it naturally, without the slightest resentment.

After all, in the past, Wu Zetian was at most the Empress of Great Tang, and had only some connection to his own cultivation.

But now, after seeing the Grand Dragon Head Ximen Wudi appear in person—

The two of them had undergone an enormous shift in status.

As far as Cangqu was concerned, he only felt that Wu Zetian had become the guarantee of his future.

After all, had he not seen it? The Grand Dragon Head had ordered him, upon returning to the Nine Provinces, to head to Qinglong Peak.

That kind of treatment—could anyone else, name them as you will, ever receive it?

"Yes!"

At once, Cangqu rose obediently, and like a mere servant stood meekly beside Wu Zetian.

Never daring to act as he once had.

How could Wu Zetian fail to notice Cangqu's change? Her heart rejoiced all the more.

She then looked toward the four great holy monks and Miss Duanmu, and said,

"I and Cangqu came here only for Faming.

We never intended to make enemies of your Pudu Cihang Cihang Jingzhai or the entire Fomen—why must you surround and attack us?"

Miss Duanmu and the four great holy monks had a bellyful of words, but at this moment none could offer any rebuttal.

Setting aside everything else, you wanted to kill our Wang Si's abbot—were we not even allowed to intervene?

Only, if such words were spoken and the situation changed again, fighting broke out once more, and that Grand Dragon Head Ximen Wudi reappeared—

When that time came, let alone the abbot of Wang Si, even whether the Jingnianchan Sect and Pudu Cihang Cihang Jingzhai could survive was uncertain.

After all, that man was simply too terrifying.

"Amitabha. May I ask what crime our junior fellow disciple Faming has committed?"

In truth, Daoxin and Faming differed in seniority by more than a single generation.

But in the end, Faming was the abbot of the Jingnianchan Sect—that is, of Wang Si—and one of the leaders of the righteous Wu Lin.

Therefore, Daoxin addressed Faming as uncle and nephew among fellow disciples.

"His crime, you ask…"

Wu Zetian had been about to speak of how Faming had once deliberately deceived her, intending to make her his puppet.

Then, suddenly recalling the reason Cangqu had come here, she could not help but smile, and, holding her head high, said,

"Simply because he offended the Qinglong Society!"

"What?"

Miss Duanmu and the four great holy monks were all startled at her words, and found themselves utterly speechless.

Before, they had not known what the Qinglong Society was.

But just now, the Qinglong Society's Grand Dragon Head Ximen Wudi had appeared in person, and he had seemingly told everyone to have Cangqu deal with the matter of Faming as soon as possible.

Though they found it absurd, the thought of that man's invincible bearing left them unable to voice a single objection, no matter how much they wished to.

"Our Wu Gong…"

Though his name was Wisdom, he was in fact the most unyielding of them all.

He was about to say that their martial arts were meager, but that they would never bow to tyranny.

Daoxin, seeing what he was about to say, immediately employed his Wu Gong and clamped a hand over Wisdom's mouth.

Wisdom had just now burned everything within him to unleash the Earthly Buddha Kingdom.

His strength had long since plummeted to rock bottom.

Thus, once sealed by Daoxin, he was rendered unable to speak.

Daoxin immediately spoke up, saying,

"We won't hide it from Your Majesty the Empress—truly, we do not know where Faming has gone."

"Then why did you attack us?"

How could Wu Zetian possibly believe that?

"This…"

Daoxin paused briefly to think, then said at once,

"It was indeed that Faming had returned to the Monk King Temple earlier, saying a demon was pursuing him.

We ourselves came from the orthodox path of the Wu Lin, and this Mr. Cangqu is also…

Heh, so after we sorted it out, we resolved to act.

But ever since Faming returned, he has vanished without a trace."

Of those words, nine parts were true, only one part was false.

Yet Faming's words had been utterly sincere, and no false part could be spotted.

"Fine!"

Wu Zetian actually had no strong opinion either way; whether Faming lived or died was not important.

What mattered was that this was a Qinglong Society mission, that was all.

If the standoff dragged on, Cangqu was clearly no match for these few joining forces against him.

Unless the Great Longshou, Ximen Wudi, reappeared.

Thinking this far, Wu Zetian couldn't be bothered to keep wrangling with them, and ordered Cangqu to take her away.

Cangqu received the order, and at once used the Heavenly Devil stance to carry Wu Zetian off directly.

When they reappeared, they had once again returned to the imperial palace of Wu Zhou.

The moment they arrived at Wu Zhao's sleeping chambers, Cangqu sat down on the ground with a dejected look, his face deathly pale,

"Sigh! Damnable, careless of me.

I never expected that the methods of Pudu Cihang Jingzhai, combined with the fortune of this world, could actually counter my demonic art."

Precisely so; in truth, Cangqu's strength far surpassed Miss Duanmu and the Four Great Saint Monks.

The reason he had fallen into a perilous situation in the fight just now.

One reason was that Cangqu had to take Wu Zetian into account; the other was that Cangqu himself had been overconfident.

Most critically, Miss Duanmu, as the sole inheritor of Pudu Cihang Jingzhai in this world and one of the leaders of the righteous Wu Lin, was truly a person upon whom invisible fortune rested.

It could be said that Miss Duanmu was indeed one of the Children of Fortune.

Though she was a tier lower than Long Ying, that Child of Destiny, the immortal fetus and the sword-heart clarity of Pudu Cihang Jingzhai were precisely born from Cangqu's demonic art,

and the founder had also taken great pains to make the immortal fetus draw the demonic seed, while the sword-heart clarity could, through spiritual insight, suppress Cangqu's mind.

It could be said that, in this world, so long as Miss Duanmu's fortune did not fail, Cangqu would be firmly countered by her.

Unless Cangqu could break through his own cultivation, merging with the demonic seed into one.