Chapter 70

Seeing someone step forward, Zhao Min finally noticed Zhang Wuji. Thinking of herself as Li Gui meeting Li Kui, she couldn't help but feel a bit awkward. But she quickly dismissed those thoughts and said with a nonchalant look, "Oh~ So it's Lord Zhang here. Please don't blame me, I was just thinking of the reputation of the Ming Cult, which is why I made such a big fuss. It's all for the Ming Cult, isn't it?"

"You..." Zhang Wuji was so angry that he couldn't find the words to describe Zhao Min's shamelessness.

Jing Tian saw Zhang Wuji's face turn red with anger and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Let's not worry about them for now. Tell me what happened."

Seeing someone actually interrupt his master, Zhao Min's subordinates stepped forward and pointed at Jing Tian, scolding him loudly, "How dare you interrupt! Don't you—"

"Shut up!" Zhang Sanfeng, Yu Daayan, and Zhang Wuji, seeing someone being rude to Jing Tian, all shouted in unison, scolding the stunned lackey.

Zhang Wuji and Zhang Sanfeng, due to their excitement, unconsciously mobilized their full internal strength, and the aura of experts naturally filled the hall, creating a suffocating atmosphere.

Zhao Min, who was not very skilled in martial arts, was overwhelmed by this pressure. Her body stiffened as she sat in the chair, and her eyes narrowed. She looked at Jing Tian, who was sitting at the head of the table, with a serious expression, beginning to take him seriously.

After Zhang Wuji stopped the lackey who was being rude to Jing Tian, he turned around and began to explain in detail to Jing Tian and Zhang Sanfeng the reasons for his becoming the leader of the Ming Cult.

After the explanation, although Zhang Sanfeng was worried about his disciple, he couldn't help but feel relieved and gratified by Zhang Wuji's series of extraordinary experiences. He looked at Zhao Min, who was sitting there with a somewhat sullen expression after hearing Zhang Wuji's words.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng's gaze, Zhao Min frowned, then composed her face and said coldly, "Under the sky, all land belongs to the king; on the land, all people are his subjects. Our Mongol emperor's power extends over the four seas. If Lord Zhang can submit, the emperor will bestow great honors upon you. The Wudang Sect will be greatly honored, and the safety of Song Daxia and others will be guaranteed."

Zhang Sanfeng looked up at the beam and said coldly, "The Yuan people are cruel and harm the people. Today, heroes from all over the land have risen up to expel the Tartars and reclaim our land. Every descendant of the Yellow Emperor harbors the desire to expel the Tartars. This is the trend of the times. Although I am a Taoist, I know what is right. Miss, you should leave."

Suddenly, a large man stepped out behind Zhao Min and shouted, "Old Taoist, your words are too light! The Wudang Sect will be destroyed in no time. Are you not afraid of death? Are the hundreds of disciples on this mountain not afraid of death?"

Zhang Sanfeng, hearing the man's shout, did not respond. He closed his eyes slightly and recited, "Since ancient times, who can escape death? Let us leave our loyal hearts to shine in history!"

These were two lines from Wen Tianxiang's poem. When Wen Tianxiang met his heroic end, Zhang Sanfeng was still young and greatly admired this heroic prime minister. Later, he often lamented that his martial arts were not yet complete, or he would have risked his life to save him. Now, facing a life-or-death situation, he naturally recited these lines.

Zhao Min's left hand, white as jade, lightly waved, and the large man bowed and stepped back. She smiled slightly and said, "Since Lord Zhang is so stubborn, let's not talk about it for now. Please come with me!" As she stood up, four people behind her moved to surround Zhang Sanfeng.

One of these four was the large man, another was a ragged man, another was a thin monk, and the last was a bearded, blue-eyed man from the Western Regions. Zhang Wuji saw that their movements were either heavy or light, each one extraordinary. He was startled, "How can this girl have such skilled subordinates?"

Zhang Sanfeng, seeing the aura of the four people, was also moved. He thought, "The court is indeed not to be underestimated. I didn't expect there to be such skilled people." Although he thought this, his body did not move, clearly not taking these experts seriously.

Seeing that Zhao Min had finally shown her true colors, Zhang Wuji turned and blocked the four people. Just as he was about to speak, a series of whistling sounds came from outside the hall. Figures flipped over and landed inside the hall, passing over Zhao Min and her group. Zhang Wuji looked closely and saw that they were members of the Ming Cult, and he felt relieved.

After the Ming Cult members stabilized themselves, they all bowed to Zhang Wuji and said loudly, "Greetings, Lord!" Their words were full of authority, greatly boosting Zhang Wuji's morale. They then bowed to Zhang Sanfeng and said, "The Ming Cult greets Lord Zhang!"

Knowing that the newcomers were his great-granddisciple's subordinates, Zhang Sanfeng secretly applauded their performance and greeted them with a smile.

After the greetings, a member of the Ming Cult stepped forward and said to Zhang Sanfeng, "I am Wei Yixiao, the Green-Winged Bat King under Lord Zhang of the Ming Cult." After seeing Zhang Sanfeng smile and nod, he also nodded and turned to Zhao Min, squinting his eyes, "Miss Zhao, you sneakily impersonate the Ming Cult and tarnish our reputation. What is your intention? If you were a man, why be so treacherous?"

Zhao Min giggled and said, "I am not a man, so what if I am treacherous?"

Wei Yixiao, having made a mistake in his first sentence, was left speechless. After a moment, he said, "You attacked Shaolin first and then disturbed Wudang. What is your background? If you have a grudge against Shaolin and Wudang, the Ming Cult should not meddle. But you impersonate us and pretend to be our members, I, Wei Yixiao, cannot ignore it!"

Zhao Min did not respond and said to the large man, "Listen to his big talk! Go and see what real skills he has."

The large man bowed and said, "Yes!" He tightened the belt around his waist and walked steadily to the center of the hall, saying, "Lord Wei, I would like to learn your Ice Silk Palm technique!"

Wei Yixiao was taken aback, not expecting this person to know his skills. Just as he was about to speak, a voice came from behind, "Wuji, this is Wudang. It's not good for outsiders to intervene. Use the Wudang skills you just learned to teach them a lesson."

Hearing Jing Tian's words, Zhang Wuji didn't hesitate and stepped forward. He gave a subtle nod to the Ming Cult members, who were looking at him with puzzled expressions. They didn't say anything more, and since the leader had indicated, they followed his lead and stepped back. They occasionally glanced at Jing Tian, who was sitting at the head of the table, feeling very curious about him.

The large man didn't want to cause such a scene. Seeing Zhang Wuji replace Wei Yixiao, he looked at Zhao Min with some difficulty. After all, he had witnessed Zhang Wuji's power on Bright Peak and knew he was not his match.

Seeing her subordinate's expression, Zhao Min smiled and said, "Lord Zhang's martial arts are unparalleled. The four of you should go and learn from him." She didn't give Zhang Wuji a chance to speak and gently turned her head to signal the other three to hurry up.

Seeing the three people coming towards him, Zhang Wuji hesitated for a moment but did not object. He stopped the Ming Cult members who were about to step forward and got into a fighting stance, watching the four people cautiously.

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