"Let's hold off for now and wait until she gets injured before we... and we can also take care of her disciples..."
The skinny one had just been slapped hard by Miejue and was wailing in pain, but with a few words from the chubby one, he completely forgot about it.
Without wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, the two huddled together and lecherously laughed.
Occasionally glancing over at the Emei side, as if choosing their favorite, they were completely immersed in their obscene thoughts and unable to extricate themselves.
Kong Wen glanced at the two old men from Mount Hua Sect with a disgusted expression, his beard shaking in anger, but he still managed to hold it in.
If they wanted to attack the Bright Summit of the Demon Cult, the Mount Hua Sect was an indispensable ally.
"The Purple Dress Dragon King is the Saintess of the Persian Ming Sect, missing for many years, and is likely not in the Central Plains. As for the Golden Haired Lion King, Xie Xun, he has long been blind in both eyes, even if he returns it is nothing to worry about."
"It's just that the White Brows Eagle King and the Green-Winged Bat King are indeed difficult to deal with..."
As the initiator of the conference, Kong Wen took over the conversation from Miejue and analyzed the current situation and the key to breaking it.
At this time, a person slowly walked out from behind the Shaolin accounts.
The monk-like person was wearing a mask, revealing only a pair of sharp-angled eyebrows. He lowered his head and spoke slowly after bowing.
"Uncle Master, the disciple has an idea. The White Brows Eagle King has a grandson, Zhang Wuji, the son of Wudang's Zhang Cuishan. "
When Zhang Cuishan's son, Zhang Wuji, was mentioned, the heads of the six sects all had an unnatural expression on their faces, especially Wudang's Song Yuanqiao.
A few months ago, Wudang was invaded by a powerful enemy.
That person not only stole the Yitian Sword, but also severely injured Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo, his son and the disciple of Emei's head.
Even Zhang Wuji, his nephew who had no martial arts skills, was also severely injured by poison.
After his master and his fellow apprentices left, he saw the unusual situation and wanted to inquire about it.
After clarifying the situation, his master saw that although Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo were still pale, they had surprisingly recovered from their injuries, but his beloved apprentice Zhang Wuji had already died of a cold poison attack!
His master, Zhang Sanfeng, understood that Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo did not die from serious injuries, but probably because they took the heart protection pill that he had carefully prepared for Zhang Wuji to suppress the cold poison.
Even though several Wudang disciples argued that
seeing Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo critically injured and about to die, they couldn't just watch them die, so they took the heart protection pill and gave it to the two.
At that moment, his master Zhang Sanfeng did not say anything, just sighed deeply and looked at him with a deep sense of sadness, and left without saying a word.
Song Yuanqiao was not stupid, his master Zhang Sanfeng had prepared 100 Heart Protection Pills for his nephew Zhang Wuji, but Zhang Wuji had already died early on.
It was obvious that after his son Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo were saved, even if there were still enough pills, no one in Wudang gave Zhang Wuji even one pill to relieve the cold toxin!
Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo were seriously injured and on the verge of death just a few dozen days ago, but now they are able to walk around without any problems.
It is likely that these two have been taking Heart Protection Pills every day for the past two months to dissolve their injuries and achieve such miraculous results
His master Zhang Sanfang could see it, he could also see it, and his several senior brothers had no reason not to see it.
Although this matter is big, no one has temporarily pointed it out yet.
But he doesn't know if he's thinking too much, but in these days Song Yuanqiao feels that his senior brothers are looking at him with an indescribable meaning.
Every time he sees Wudang disciples talking together, Song Yuanqiao wonders if they are discussing this matter. The death of Zhang Wuji has become a thorn in Song Yuanqiao's heart for so many days.
When he returned to his senses, he saw that everyone was looking at him.
Song Yuanqiao had a slight angry look on his face, his eyes were a little evasive, and he hurriedly gave a vague answer, hoping that everyone's gaze would immediately leave him.
"Zhang Wuji, my nephew, unfortunately passed away a few months ago!"
Cheng Kun didn't think of letting Zhang Wuji himself handle this matter, and after a slight surprise, he continued to suggest.
"But White-Brows Eagle King doesn't know about this, an old man in his seventies or eighties will definitely be very happy to see his grandson suddenly, and he won't think much about being on guard. After that... "
Cheng Kun doesn't need to say any more, everyone knows what he means.
"No! How can we, a famous orthodox sect, do such a thing! And I absolutely disagree with using my deceased nephew to do this!"
Song Yuanqiao seemed to have been hit where it hurts, his face turned red and he scolded.
He feels guilty for Zhang Wuji, and for some reason he really wants to clarify that Wudang is a famous orthodox sect and no one would do such a disgraceful thing!
But besides Wudang, who among those present is worthy of the four words " a famous orthodox sect" in their actions?
Initially, the Mount Hua sect Second Elder, who is not hiding his support for Cheng Kun, speaks up.
"Great! That way, we can easily kill the White-Brows Eagle King and the Green-Winged Bat King, and then steal all the money from Bright Summit!"
"Hahaha!"
Later, the head of the Kunlun sect, He Taichong, uses the excuse of being a great man who doesn't pay attention to small details to express his agreement as well.
Even more extreme is Miejue, who directly asks Cheng Kun if he has an appropriate candidate in mind.
When Cheng Kun mentions wanting to have Song Qingshu pretend to be Zhang Wuji, Song Yuanqiao becomes even more vehement, slapping the table and sternly refusing.
"I absolutely will not allow it!"
Before the speaker can say anything else, a scornful laugh echoes through the room, sounding faint yet close to their ears, disturbing their peace of mind.
"A bunch of old dogs, scheming to harm others. Be careful, or you'll be struck down by thunder!"
Suddenly, a gust of wind sweeps through the room and a blurry black shadow flies in, snatching away He Taichong's wife, Ban Shuxian, before anyone can react.
The shadow then disappears out of the large tent. The speed and agility of the shadow are shocking.
Miejue is the first to react and rushes towards the tent, but she is too far behind and is also hit by a bat dart.
It is clear to everyone that the intruder is none other than the Green-Winged Bat King, Wei Yixiao.
Wei Yixiao does not attempt to hide his identity and remains in place, hovering in the air above the members of the six major sects using his unique bat wings.
Miejue still had her Yitian Sword, she might have been able to discipline Wei Yixiao, but now she can only seethe with anger.
"Wei Yixiao, release my wife!"
He Taichong rushes out, looking angry and anxious.
Wei Yixiao ignores him, however, and instead buries his head in Ban Shuxian's neck, biting into her neck and greedily drinking her blood.
The six major sects are helpless to do anything but shout and curse in frustration at this blatant provocation.
"boom!"
After a dozen or so breaths, Wei Yixiao throws Ban Shuxian's lifeless body to the ground, turning it into a bloody pulp, and then leaves with a hearty laugh.
He Taichong, on the other hand, falls to the ground next to his wife's body and wails in grief, looking heartbroken.
Those who see this cannot help but feel sorry for the couple. Li Xiu, who has been watching from a nearby hill, sneers at the scene.
He had nothing better to do and came to see how the situation would develop if Miejue no longer had her Yitian Sword.
He never expected to see such a drama.
Others may not know, but he is well aware of the relationship between He Taichong and his wife.
In the early years, the master of the Kunlun school, He Zudao, died unexpectedly. It was Ban Shuxian who helped He Taichong ascend to the position of master, and He Taichong also married Ban Shuxian for this.
Ban Shuxian was more than ten years older than He Taichong, and He Taichong did not really love her, so he married five concubines in a row.
However, because he knew he was inferior and was afraid of his strict wife, he became more afraid of Ban Shuxian with each concubine he married.
Ban Shuxian was not easy to deal with either. She poisoned the concubine that He Taichong favored the most, causing her face to be ruined and ugly.
Between the two of them, He Taichong was afraid of his wife and was lustful, while Ban Shuxian was jealous, cruel, and vicious. The relationship between these two was really strange.
Now it seems that He Taichong is crying and begging for forgiveness on the surface, but it is likely that he is secretly happy, relieved that the heavy stone that has been weighing on his head has finally been removed.
This is also why, in the movie, after the attack of Miejue kills Ban Shuxian, the dignified master of Kunlun has his wife killed in front of him, but he is easily dissuaded from seeking revenge and the matter is brushed aside casually.