Chapter 11

If he guesses right, he will earn a fortune; if he bets wrong, he might as well die and be reborn early.

Lin Qing stood at the entrance of the classroom, took a deep breath, and firmly held the letter containing the secret given to him by his mother.

Lin Qing did not know that on the cliff above where he was facing off against Yin Wufu, Yan Huan, and others, a middle-aged man with a gentle face and dressed in green stood with a long sword in hand, standing proudly on the sheer cliff.

Beside him stood a middle-aged nun, about forty-five years old, with a very beautiful appearance. However, her eyebrows slanted downward, giving her an extremely eerie look, almost like a ghost from the stage.

Behind the two stood the members of the Emei Sect, including Zhang Wuji and Zhu'er, who were disguised as Zeng A Niu, all looking down at the final battle below.

The middle-aged nun, "Yin Liuxia," watched as Yin Wufu and Yan Huan approached Lin Qing from below, a look of disgust flashing in her eyes. Her drooping eyebrows lifted, revealing an extremely fierce personality. She slowly said, "The evil sect has already ambushed your sect. Why don't you immediately take action to eliminate these demons? What are you waiting for?"

The nun's voice was deep and resonant, showing her strong internal cultivation.

The middle-aged man, who was none other than the sixth hero of the Wudang Sect, Yin Liting, looked at the dead Wudang disciples below, a hint of hatred flashing in his eyes. He still maintained his manners and respectfully said, "We arrived too late. The evil sect has already succeeded in their ambush. However, the one being attacked is my eldest master brother Song Yuanqiao's son, Song Qingshu. This young man is very talented and is highly regarded by my master, Zhang Zhenren, and my fellow disciples. He was ordered to accompany me on this mission to Bright Peak. Before we left, my master instructed me to observe his martial arts and character. I hope the nun will be patient and understanding."

The nun was none other than the highly skilled and righteous Master Miejue.

She coldly snorted and said no more.

Several female heroes of the Emei Sect stood nearby, whispering to each other.

A green-robed woman with a beautiful and delicate appearance, Ding Minjun, coldly snorted and said, "The Wudang Sect has such a high and mighty attitude, making us Emei Sect wait on the side just to watch the performance of one of their third-generation disciples."

Beside her stood a tall, elegant woman in a green robe, Zhou Zhiruo, who smiled faintly and said, "Sister Minjun, that's not quite right."

Ding Minjun shot a glance at Zhou Zhiruo, her junior sister, a hint of jealousy flashing in her heart.

Zhou Zhiruo was as warm as jade, as clear as water, elegant and refined, beautiful beyond measure, and ethereal like a fairy. Her beauty was so captivating that it seemed to transcend the mortal world, like a fairy descending from heaven, a rare beauty in the world.

Although Ding Minjun was also a beauty in the martial world, standing next to Zhou Zhiruo, she felt like a black chicken next to a phoenix, pale in comparison.

Looking at Zhou Zhiruo's face, which was as delicate as a water lily, she felt a surge of jealousy and coldly said, "Oh? What profound insight does our beautiful Zhou Zhiruo have?"

The attention of the Emei Sect was focused on Zhou Zhiruo.

Zhang Wuji also looked at her, his eyes filled with love, almost impossible to hide.

He had already fallen in love with the young Zhou Zhiruo by the Han River, and now, seeing her grown into a graceful young woman, he was even more moved. However, with Master Miejue present, it was not appropriate to reveal his identity.

Zhou Zhiruo felt Zhang Wuji's intense gaze, her face turning red. She gathered her thoughts and frowned, saying, "Master Zhang Zhenren of Wudang is the first person in the martial world, with divine cultivation and a reputation that spans ancient and modern times. However, at the age of a hundred, he no longer involves himself in worldly affairs. The Wudang Sect is actually led by his eldest disciple, Song Yuanqiao. Song Qingshu is the only son of Song Yuanqiao and the best of the third generation of Wudang disciples. However, he is young and has never taken on a major responsibility. This time, Wudang sent him on the mission, perhaps Master Zhang Zhenren intended to observe and cultivate him, preparing him to become the future leader of Wudang."

The members of the Emei Sect were enlightened and nodded in agreement.

Master Miejue, however, remained expressionless, secretly nodding in approval.

Compared to her eldest disciple, Ding Minjun, Zhou Zhiruo was far superior in both wisdom and character, making her a promising talent.

Ding Minjun, however, felt uncomfortable and sharply said, "It seems some people are attracted to Song Qingshu's youth and talent, and his high martial arts. Are you starting to protect him?"

Master Miejue shouted, "Enough chatter! Be quiet! Watch how the Wudang Sect's talented disciple fights against the demons!"

She had absolute authority in the Emei Sect, and the women immediately fell silent.

Zhou Zhiruo smiled faintly.

She was intelligent and knew why her master was upset.

Leading the Emei Sect, they were ambushed by the evil sect, and the sisters could not handle it. Fortunately, they encountered Yin Liting, who displayed his prowess, fighting four enemies and repelling the evil sect's attack. Master Miejue was touched by the scene, saddened that Ji Xiaofu did not marry this man, and frustrated that her own disciples were not as excellent as Yin Liting, hence scolding them.

Although she was mocked by Ding Minjun, Zhou Zhiruo could not help but look at the scene below.

She was curious about Song Qingshu, wanting to see what the highly praised "Jade-faced Mengchang" looked like.

Zhang Wuji, hearing Zhou Zhiruo mention Song Qingshu's background, frowned and looked at the young man in green below with a complex expression.

He was usually broad-minded and rarely jealous of others, but for some reason, he felt uncomfortable about Song Qingshu. It seemed that in some mysterious way, the two were natural enemies. Seeing Zhou Zhiruo also paying attention to Song Qingshu, he felt a surge of displeasure.

Zhu'er, standing beside him, seemed to sense something and pinched Zhang Wuji's waist hard, almost making him cry out. She said fiercely, "Are you interested in Zhou Zhiruo?"

Zhang Wuji pointed to the sky and swore, "No!"

Behind the members of the Emei Sect, a figure stood, her beautiful eyes filled with worry as she watched Lin Qing facing the evil sect.

The lady, Li Furen.

Under the watchful eyes of Yin Liting, Master Miejue, Zhou Zhiruo, Zhang Wuji, and Li Furen, Lin Qing loudly said to Yin Wufu and the others, "You evil sect scum, have you ever seen the true Wudang? Nine against one, I am not afraid! Hmph! Yin Wufu, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

His face was full of righteousness, his words firm and just, exuding a heroic spirit.

Yin Wufu and Yan Huan were so angry that their three corpses almost exploded. "Wudang brat, you are about to die and still talk big! We will tear you to pieces! How do you want to bet?"

Lin Qing said calmly, "You three attack together. If you can injure me within ten moves, I will let you do as you please without you even lifting a finger. If you can't injure me, you will be at my mercy. What do you say?"

This bet was actually risk-free for Lin Qing.

If the [60-second Invincibility Scroll] ran out and reinforcements did not arrive, Lin Qing would be at the mercy of Yin Wufu. However, if he won this bet, capturing Yin Wufu and the others would be a great achievement for Wudang, and he would gain a lot of face in front of the Emei Sect and Zhou Zhiruo.

This was a good deal.

Yin Wufu and the others were so angry that their veins bulged and they shouted. They had roamed the martial world for years, deferring to no one except Yin Tianzheng. Now, this Wudang brat, who had not even grown his hair, dared to claim he could withstand their three attacks for ten moves without a scratch?

Yan Huan, the leader of the Earth Flag, frowned and said, "Three of us, this boy seems suspicious. We have the advantage, don't agree to the bet."

However, his words only added fuel to the fire.

Yin Wufu and the others, who were already at odds with the Five Elements Flags, were even more provoked by Yan Huan's words. They coldly laughed, "Leader Yan, are you afraid we can't injure this boy in ten moves? Hmph! There are no cowards in our Heavenly Eagle Sect! If we don't accept this bet, what face will we have in the world? Boy, the sword has no eyes, blame your fate!"

Without further ado, the three charged from three sides, their sharp single swords gleaming in the sunlight.

Lin Qing coldly smiled, crushed the [60-second Invincibility Scroll] in his hand, and a faint light enveloped him!

He roared and, instead of retreating, charged forward toward Yin Wufu and the others!

Even though Yin Wufu and the others had killed countless people in the martial world, they were still shocked by Lin Qing's fierce and brave charge.

Seeing Lin Qing in such a desperate situation, Master Miejue's frown lifted, and she said faintly, "Master Zhang Sanfeng indeed has a way with his disciples. The Wudang Seven Heroes are all famous in the martial world, and even this third-generation Song Qingshu is such an outstanding person. Hmph!"

She hated evil and admired Lin Qing's bravery in the face of overwhelming odds, so she rarely praised him.

Yin Liting bowed and said, "Nun, you flatter us. However, Qingshu's bravery in the face of danger shows his character. Master and my fellow disciples would be pleased to hear this."

Ding Minjun was not convinced and pouted, "Hmph! What character? Just reckless bravery, dying and still acting tough..."

Before she could finish, Master Miejue gave her a fierce glare, and she dared not say more.

Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful eyes watched Song Qingshu, and a ripple of emotion appeared in her eyes.

At their first meeting, she had no particular feelings for Song Qingshu, even less a good impression. However, as a martial artist, she admired his heroism and righteousness, but that was all.

Zhang Wuji, standing beside her, frowned and was lost in thought.

"What if she falls for Song Qingshu? What if Song Qingshu performs..."

Li Furen, however, clenched her fists and frowned. In her impression, Lin Qing was not impulsive, so why was he acting so rashly?

Lin Qing charged toward Yin Wufu and the others but did not attack.

If his guess was correct, Yin Liting and Master Miejue were nearby. Acting rashly would only reveal his true strength, so it was better to remain cautious and hide his abilities.

The three single swords of Yin Wufu and the others, carrying fierce wind, viciously slashed toward Lin Qing.

All three were notorious bandits, with countless murders to their name. The blades carried a chilling aura, and the coldness could be felt even before the blades reached their target.

Would the [60-second Invincibility Scroll] work?

Lin Qing gritted his teeth, stood firm, and prepared to withstand the three attacks!

Damn it, it's a bet!

Seeing Song Qingshu fight so recklessly, Yin Liting was shocked and regretted it.

He never expected Song Qingshu to react this way!

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