Chapter 78

Chapter 77: Sweet Maiden

A large group of several thousand people marched forward, and wherever they went, various sects and schools surrendered without a fight. There were also those who refused to surrender and were quickly wiped out by the three thousand elite cavalry.

At the headquarters of the Feiyun Gang in Hebei, the gang leader knelt on the ground, trembling with fear, while Wei Xiaobao stood in the main position, reading out the imperial decree in a nonsensical manner.

Seeing the regret and unwillingness in the leader's eyes, Song Qingshu couldn't help but criticize inwardly: What is wrong with these ancient people's minds? It's just accepting the imperial decree and declaring loyalty to the Qing Dynasty in name. Although it might be a bit humiliating on the surface, there is no real loss. Why do they all act as if their ancestors' graves have been desecrated, and why do so many sects choose to fight a losing battle, leading to their complete elimination from the martial world...

Song Qingshu didn't understand how much these ancient people valued such nominal things. During the late Ming Dynasty, the Tang and Gui royal lines even fought to the death over who was the legitimate successor of the Ming Dynasty, only to benefit the Manchus...

Once the Feiyun Gang accepted the Qing Dynasty's decree, they would never be able to join the forces loyal to the former Ming Dynasty. As the saying goes, "Those who do not share the same path cannot work together."

"It's really hard to understand the thinking of these ancient people," Song Qingshu shook his head, dispelling the杂念 from his mind. He flipped through the documents in his hand to find out which sect would be the next unlucky one. The words "Wangwu Sect" immediately caught his eye, and he couldn't help but be moved.

A few days later, the army quickly arrived at the foot of Wangwu Mountain. A local official introduced the situation of the Wangwu Sect to Wei Xiaobao in the main tent: "The leader of the Wangwu Sect, Situ Bolai, was once a general under the Pingxi King Wu Sangui. Dissatisfied with the Pingxi King's surrender to our Qing Dynasty, he angrily led a group of people to wander in the martial world and eventually settled on Wangwu Mountain as a bandit..."

"The terrain of Wangwu Mountain is treacherous, and the path up the mountain is guarded by well-trained subordinates, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack..." The local official said while observing Wei Xiaobao's expression.

It turned out that Situ Bolai had over a thousand subordinates, many of whom were former valiant soldiers. Since settling on Wangwu Mountain, local officials had not been able to clear them out, and the constables and bailiffs were no match for these battle-hardened men.

Considering that these people showed no signs of rebellion, the local officials were afraid that reporting to the imperial court would affect their performance, so they turned a blind eye, which led to the Wangwu Sect growing stronger and even daring to stand up to the imperial army.

"Reporting to Lord Wei, my subordinates have already investigated, and Wangwu Mountain is indeed easy to defend but difficult to attack. If we were to launch a strong attack, it would likely result in heavy casualties," a general of the elite cavalry said to Wei Xiaobao.

"Damn, this Wangwu Sect is clearly involved in anti-Qing and pro-Ming activities. I wonder if they have any connection with the Heaven and Earth Society?" Wei Xiaobao felt frustrated and waved his hand, saying, "Tonight, everyone should set up camp and rest. We need to carefully consider how to attack the Wangwu Sect."

The generals all withdrew. Looking at Shuang'er, who was dressed as a guard, Song Qingshu smiled and nodded at Duolong and the others, then tactfully took his leave.

"Xiaobao, these people of the Wangwu Sect are clearly righteous heroes, yet you are helping the Qing Emperor to exterminate them. My whole family was killed by the Manchu Tartars..." Seeing everyone leave, Shuang'er couldn't help but turn red-eyed and looked at Wei Xiaobao sadly.

"Shuang'er, the imperial command is hard to disobey, and I have no choice," Wei Xiaobao sighed deeply.

"Then why don't we just give up this high position in the Qing Dynasty and live in seclusion in the mountains? Wouldn't that be a hundred times more peaceful and happy than living in constant fear?" Shuang'er looked at Wei Xiaobao hopefully.

"That's not necessarily true..." Wei Xiaobao thought to himself, unwilling to give up his wealth and status. He quickly consoled her, "Good Shuang'er, you know I am the leader of the Green Wood Hall of the Heaven and Earth Society. I will definitely find a way to protect the Wangwu Sect, but it will take some time..."

"Xiaobao, I knew you were the best." Shuang'er's tears turned to a smile.

Song Qingshu, who had been eavesdropping, smiled inwardly: It seems Wei Xiaobao also has the idea of letting the Wangwu Sect off. That makes things easier.

As night fell, Song Qingshu changed into night clothes, put on a silver mask, and quietly made his way up Wangwu Mountain.

With the imperial army approaching, the Wangwu Sect was on high alert, with layers of heavily armed guards along the path up the mountain. Normally, even a rabbit wouldn't be able to escape.

However, Song Qingshu had the unparalleled lightness skill "Walking on Sand Without Leaving a Trace." When he exerted his full strength, the guards would only feel a slight breeze, and Song Qingshu would already be past them. He reached the top of the mountain without anyone noticing him.

In the current world, there were only a few martial arts experts who could infiltrate the mountain undetected under such circumstances—Dongfang Bubai, Kuizhu Laozu, and Qingyi Batwang Wei Yixiao... As for Jiumozhi, although his martial arts were high, he could not avoid alerting any of the guards.

In a wooden house at the Wangwu Sect's headquarters, Zeng Rou was leaning by the window, her chin in her hand, staring at the bright moon in the sky, lost in thought.

The arrival of the Manchu Tartar army had caused chaos among the Wangwu Sect. The uncles, aunts, and fellow disciples had argued all day, and the atmosphere was tense.

Thinking of her master's worried face, Zeng Rou looked at the moon, placed her small hand to her lips, closed her eyes, and made a wish: "Moon Goddess, please protect our Wangwu Sect and help us through this crisis."

When she opened her eyes, she saw a masked person standing in front of her. She turned pale with fright and instinctively opened her mouth to scream, but the person moved as fast as lightning, quickly sealing her acupoints.

Song Qingshu looked at the girl in front of him. She had a round face, extremely sweet, with large, bright eyes that showed a hint of panic as she looked at him in fear. He guessed that she must be Zeng Rou based on her age.

Hearing the sound of the patrol team nearby, Song Qingshu quickly entered the room and closed the window.

"Could it be some kind of pervert?" Zeng Rou thought, feeling even more afraid.

Guessing her thoughts, Song Qingshu looked at her with amusement, "Didn't you just make a wish to the Moon Goddess? She felt your sincerity and sent me down to save the Wangwu Sect."

Zeng Rou's face turned bright red. She wasn't stupid and knew he was teasing her. She wished she could disappear into the ground.

"I'm going to unseal your acupoints, but you mustn't scream. If you agree, blink your eyes," Song Qingshu said, seeing her quickly blink a few times. He smiled and unsealed her acupoints.

Zeng Rou quietly moved away from him, grabbed the sword on the table, and felt a bit more at ease. She looked up and asked, "Who are you?"

Hearing her clear and pleasant voice, Song Qingshu felt a refreshing breeze, making him feel very comfortable. He secretly thought: They say there are three good things about young girls—soft voices, gentle bodies, and easy to persuade. This saying applies to young girls as well.

"I am the savior of your Wangwu Sect." The Wangwu Sect had no high-level experts, so Song Qingshu was not as nervous as she was. He looked around leisurely, found no chair, and sat on the edge of the bed.

Seeing him sit on her bed, Zeng Rou felt a mix of shame and anger and scolded, "Nonsense."

"I could say even more nonsense," Song Qingshu looked at her with a frown, "There are thousands of elite Manchu troops at the foot of the mountain. Although the Wangwu Sect has the advantage of terrain, you can only resist for a short time. In the end, you will face destruction."

Zeng Rou's face turned pale. What he said was similar to what everyone had discussed during the day. She felt despondent, "Does the Wangwu Sect really have no way out?"

Seeing her pitiful look, Song Qingshu felt a surge of sympathy, "Little girl, if you tell me your name, I will do my best to save you all."

Zeng Rou's face turned red with anger, but she remained silent.

"I can guess your name," Song Qingshu pretended to calculate, shaking his head and saying, "You are Zeng Rou, right?"

"How do you know?" Zeng Rou covered her mouth in shock, looking at him in disbelief.

"I told you, I was sent by the Moon Goddess. Don't you believe me?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but smile.

Zeng Rou's heart wavered, and she looked at him with a complex expression, "How do you plan to save us?"

"You are just a low-ranking member, and it wouldn't do any good to tell you." Song Qingshu stood up, seeing her instinctively step back in fear, and laughed, "I don't have time to play with you. Take me to see your master quickly."

Zeng Rou didn't dare to take a stranger to see her master without knowing his identity. She drew her sword and pointed it at him, "Tell me who you are, or I will really call for help."

Song Qingshu raised his hand, and Zeng Rou immediately felt a powerful suction force. Caught off guard, she lost her balance and fell into his arms.

"Ah~" Zeng Rou couldn't help but scream. Her natural reaction as a woman made her cry out.

Holding her slender waist, Song Qingshu made no attempt to stop her. Instead, he carried her out of the room, smiling at the disciples who rushed over.

He had come up the mountain secretly without telling Wei Xiaobao, Jiumozhi, and others, and was worried about being discovered if he stayed too long.

When he reached the top of the mountain, he was surprised to find that all the wooden houses looked the same, and it would take some time to find Situ Bolai.

With his increasing internal strength, Song Qingshu's senses became sharper. He heard a girl's wish in the wind and followed the sound to find Zeng Rou.

When she refused to take him to Situ Bolai, he had no choice but to reveal himself and use her to lure Situ Bolai out.

"Shout louder, the more pitiful and sad, the better." Song Qingshu held her soft body, pinching her small waist, thinking, "If you don't take advantage of a good opportunity, you're a fool."

Held in his arms, Zeng Rou was immediately immobilized, only able to make sounds with her mouth. Frightened and afraid, she indeed cried out pitifully. Chapter 78: Simple Dress and Hairpin

"Pervert, release my sister Zeng Rou!"

"How dare you come to Wangwu Mountain and cause trouble!"

...

Song Qingshu completely ignored the shouts of the minions until a middle-aged man with gray hair and beard stepped out of the crowd.

"From your martial arts, you are no ordinary person. Why must you torment a young girl?" the middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.

"Are you Situ Bolai?" Song Qingshu opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Yes, I am." The middle-aged man replied.

By his breathing, Song Qingshu knew his martial arts were not high, but he had a natural military toughness and determination. Song Qingshu nodded inwardly, "I have important matters to discuss with you, old hero. Do you have the courage to come inside and talk in detail?"

Situ Bolai fell silent. The visitor came at night, and his actions were suspicious. Going inside with him would be risky.

Seeing their leader hesitate, the others shouted and advised him not to fall for the trick.

In extraordinary times, extraordinary measures must be taken. Song Qingshu coughed and said, "Old hero, it's understandable to have concerns, but I'm not asking you to come in, I'm threatening you, do you understand?"

Song Qingshu paused and continued, "I will count to three. If you don't come inside to talk, I will take off one piece of this girl's clothes. Then I will start counting again, and take off another piece until there is nothing left."

Zeng Rou's face turned pale with fear, and the Wangwu Sect members shouted in anger.

"Little beauty, do you think your fellow disciples will pretend to be righteous to delay time just to see your body? One... two..." Song Qingshu lightly touched Zeng Rou's cheek with his nose, inhaling the unique scent of a young girl, finding it delightful.

"Kill me, I won't be humiliated by you!" Zeng Rou, though afraid and trembling, did not want to put her respected master in danger.

"Alright, I will go inside with you!" Situ Bolai finally said. Zeng Rou was entrusted to him by a dying friend, and he could not let her purity be destroyed today.

"Indeed, you have courage, old hero. Please come in!" Song Qingshu stepped aside and gestured for him to enter.

Holding Zeng Rou, Song Qingshu slowly followed Situ Bolai into the room, noticing that others were also approaching. He used his internal strength, sweeping his sleeve backward, and everyone felt a powerful force, losing their balance and falling to the ground.

"Whoever dares to come within three zhang of this small house will meet the same fate as this rock." Song Qingshu used the Great Demon Fist, smashing a nearby rock to pieces.

Seeing the rock shattered, Zeng Rou felt a chill: This person's martial arts are so high...

The others turned pale and stopped in their tracks, unsure whether to move or stay. Chapter 78: Simple Dress and Hairpin

"Pervert, release my sister Zeng Rou!"

"How dare you come to Wangwu Mountain and cause trouble!"

...

Song Qingshu completely ignored the shouts of the minions until a middle-aged man with gray hair and beard stepped out of the crowd.

"From your martial arts, you are no ordinary person. Why must you torment a young girl?" the middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.

"Are you Situ Bolai?" Song Qingshu opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Yes, I am." The middle-aged man replied.

By his breathing, Song Qingshu knew his martial arts were not high, but he had a natural military toughness and determination. Song Qingshu nodded inwardly, "I have important matters to discuss with you, old hero. Do you have the courage to come inside and talk in detail?"

Situ Bolai fell silent. The visitor came at night, and his actions were suspicious. Going inside with him would be risky.

Seeing their leader hesitate, the others shouted and advised him not to fall for the trick.

In extraordinary times, extraordinary measures must be taken. Song Qingshu coughed and said, "Old hero, it's understandable to